#because it was in the middle of fuck ass nowhere in a forest

[moesthoughts]

right where you left me

pairing : ex lottie matthews x reader

warnings : angst, hurt and comfort, exes to lovers, cannibalism and blood mentions, wilderness lottie

summary : lottie’s mind hasn’t left you ever since you broke up before the crash, luckily she’s the one to find you when you get lost in the forest.

So many months passed by since the plane crashed in the middle of nowhere, leaving you and your whole team stranded in a forest. Nobody has come to rescue you, everyone has lost hope. You try to remember the person you were when you got on that plane, how happy you were to get out of the house for once and fucking play in nationals. You aren’t that girl anymore, how could you return to that state of mind? Blood coating your hands, eating other human beings for survival, you’re no longer innocent.

Now that the summer has come, and the harsh heat controls everybody’s mood even more than the winter has, you decide to take up the job of foraging. It’s an easy way to get away from everyone, and you get to use the knowledge you’ve learned thus far for good. Picking berries that won’t make people sick, mushrooms that won’t kill, you wonder if you stab into a tree hard enough you’ll get maple syrup too.

You’ve been walking for hours, and no markers you previously made are visible. You’re starting to worry; there’s no way you can be lost. No matter how much your feet are screaming at you to stop walking you keep going, and going, and going. Until you stop, giving up entirely. You sit on a log a bury your face into your hands, the reality of being lost settling in. You wonder how Javi survived all that time, especially in the winter. Could you do that? Tears sting the corner of your eyes, your shoulders starting to shake from the stress. The best thing you can do is stay put and hope for the best.

You’re finally thinking about getting off your ass when you hear footsteps from behind you, your head perks up and turns to see who it is. Though, you’re disappointed to see it’s your ex girlfriend, Lottie Matthews. You two broke up before nationals, you’ve never played so well at a soccer game. It wasn’t like she was a bad person, she was emotionally distant from you, and you couldn’t handle that. So you split up. Now here she is, somehow finding you at your worst.

“You shouldn’t be this far.”

Lottie speaks, making a chill run down your spine. You can’t help but nod in agreement, that much was obvious. You don’t know how you managed to lose your way around woods you’re so familiar with. She sat down next to you, resting her arms on her legs. She has that same soft look as always, minus the malice that shined in her eyes.

“Did they send you to find me?”

You mumble in response. You wipe your face, wet with tears. Lottie’s face expression softens, a small huff coming from her mouth. You want to believe that she was forced to come out to get you, that you’re a burden on her back, you want her to hate you. Her fingers caress your arm, your wants washing away at her touch. Lottie could never hate you, she’s constantly worrying about your health, your feelings, but she stays away for your sake.

“I came out here to find you, because I was worried.”

She was whispering, her tone being sickeningly sweet. Your eyes fall on her, welling with tears. You feel so many emotions, yet you don’t know how to express them. She walked all this way just to find you, and god knows how far you are from camp. You feel warm inside, knowing that Lottie still cares about you. You didn’t stop loving her, and you never had any harsh feelings towards her. It was unfortunate what happened, you know, you shouldn’t get that close with her again. However, with the look she’s giving you and her gentle touch on your skin, you can’t help but scoot closer to her.

“Lottie..”

You stare at her, taking in her beautiful face. She softly smiles, her hand traveling to your back. You two are closer than ever, you feel her warm breath on your face. Her lips are the prettiest pink, and her eyes are drawing you closer. You shouldn’t do this, get yourself intertwined with her again. It feels so right though, her touch, her smile, her tone. It brings you back to the person you used to be, the girl you want to have back so desperately.

“I don’t want to make you uncomf—���

Lottie shushes you, her free hand resting on your cheek. You press your lips together, trying to maintain eye contact with the girl in front of you. Memories flood your mind, the make out sessions in your bedroom, the phone calls, the pregame kisses, her touch lingering on your body every time she left. Unlike you, Lottie embraces the person she’s turned into. You wonder if you should ditch the nostalgia, and accept yourself.

“This is supposed to happen.”

Her words are all it takes to convince you to bridge the gap between you both. Your lips are on hers, the kiss is gentle, needy. Lottie’s hands are idle on your body, while yours travel hers, trying to cover every curve you’ve missed so much. She presses her body against yours, giving you the warmth you’ve needed so desperately. That same dizzy sensation you always felt before the crash hitting you hard. Maybe this was supposed to happen, fate pulled you both back together, or whatever “it” is was the cause. You know fully that’s what she believes.

You break off the kiss and stare at her plump lips, a breathy giggle escapes her. It’s like looking at an old painting, relishing a sight you’ve longed to see. Lottie pulls you up to your feet, her eyes lingering on you before grabbing your hand.

“Let’s head back.”

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[miabebe]

Camp Seventeen: Prologue

Seventeen as Greek Demigods Series

Pairing - Reader x ot13 (Yes, you read that right, I am insane and you are allowed to scream at me)

Word count - 2.7k

Genre - Greek Demigod AU! We’ve mainly got crack cause all of them are idiots, and obviously smut because they are thirteen lonely, horny men afterall (aka reverse harem) also throwing in some fluff and angst as well because I gotta let emotions run high for plot sake :)

A/n - Hello hello, this is a new seventeen series I am starting and boy oh boy is it gonna be a wild ride! A special thanks to @okiedokrie @whipped-for-kpop-fics @ourdawnishotterthanourday @multi-kpop-fanfics for all their amazing help and bearing with me through the discussions for this, I’m so grateful to you guys :)

I will have a taglist for this so please comment/ send an ask on this post to be added!

“Over here!”

Wincing, you looked up from the disgusting heap of mud your foot had neatly landed in, ignoring the way your little piglet was ecstatically rolling in the same filth.

The man before you looked equally disturbed as he walked over, pulling out a bottle of water apparently from up his ass because you didn’t remember him holding it a second ago.

Sighing a thank you, you took it, emptying it onto your boots before grabbing your gremlin of a pet from its happy place, resulting in a series of loud, incessant whining.

In all that noise, you heard your shoe savior take your name with a voice that was as pretty as him.

“I’m Jisoo.” He put out his hand. “You can call me Joshua.”

You nodded, unable to shake his hand thanks to the problem trashing in your arms earning Joshua’s amusement.

“And who is this?”

“Natalie.” You muttered as he raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Natalie Porkman.”

Joshua burst out laughing, looking away as he covered up a snort, shoulders shaking. You smiled, truly taking in his beautiful features for the first time. Cute.

“This way.” He pointed at absolutely nothing yet you followed this complete stranger, survival skills be damned. “We’ve got a half mile trek ahead of us but it gets a little confusing from here so I thought I’d come pick you up.”

Cute and kind.

You filed it away under ‘to-learn-more-about-when-I-fiigure-out-what-the-fuck-is-going-on-in-my-life.’

The two of you walked side by side, footfall softly echoing in the lush green forest around. Though silence was all you had been craving after the last few days you’ve had, that did not seem like an option since one, Natalie hadn’t stopped whimpering in fifteen minutes and two, Joshua kept glancing at you like you were some sort of ancient artifact.

Not the good kinds.

“What is it?” You said finally, starting a conversation you didn’t want to have. “Never seen a mess of a human before?”

“Never such an old one.” Well, at least you got ancient right. Joshua quickly corrected himself. “I mean I’ve never heard of a demigod surviving undetected in the mortal world for this long.”

Oh but you got ‘human’ wrong. You forgot. Normalcy was never your defining factor but at least now you knew exactly what kind of freak you were.

Almost.

“I wouldn’t call it surviving, more like ‘barely made it’.”

“But you made it.”

“At the cost of what?” You sighed. “Everything is much more complicated now.”

“Don’t worry.” He stopped at a large boulder at the base of an abnormally large tree in the middle of seemingly nowhere. “We’ll all help you.”

“All?”

He nodded, looking at you over his shoulder. “All.”

Your eyes followed his hand as he placed it in the middle of the rock, and after all that you’ve learnt in the last few days, you’re not sure why you were so shocked when it rolled away at his touch. You expected it to lead you to a dark, suspicious cave but a bright light poured out, making you momentarily lose both your vision and your pet who jumped out of your arms and ran into the illuminance, squealing in delight.

“Welcome to Camp Seventeen.”

Joshua grinned, pointing at the scene before him and your jaw dropped in awe.

It was a large opening in the middle of a forest that looked very different from the one you were just trudging through. There were hills on one side, a large lake shimmering far away, fire torches lit everywhere, little cottages scattered here and there, strange symbols topping them all off. Looking at everything curiously, you walked down the cobbled path, only just noticing the two men who were standing at the end of it, both incredibly beautiful. The blonde one was playing with Natalie and the redhead was staring at you with his arms crossed, expression smug.

“Would you look at that, the prodigal babygirl is here at last.”

You frowned, taking an almost immediate dislike despite his pretty, pretty face.

“Jeonghan, play nice.” Joshua muttered, walking over to him.

“Don't patronise me Aphrodite's son, she was supposed to be here at 4-”

“It’s 4:10.”

“-yesterday.” He turned back to you. “You’re a day and 10 minutes late.”

“Well you’re not the one who’s relocating your whole life.” You spat back at him. “I had things to take care of - my dorms, my bills-”

“So much that you missed the meeting with your lawyer.”

“I did ask to reschedule. It’s not my fault he’s an unsympathetic prick.”

“Careful sweetheart.” Jeonghan cocked his head at you. “I’m unforgiving too.”

You stared at him for a whole maddening minute, realizing why his voice seemed so familiar. You had heard him on the phone over the last few days.

“You’re my lawyer.”

“And the best in the city.” Joshua interjected, sensing the rising tension. “Children of Athena tend to be big brained.”

“And hot headed apparently.”

“Natalie says ‘not more than you’.”

All three of you turned to the only other presence there, the man who was carrying your pig, silent as a statue all this while.

“Jun, son of demeter.” Joshua introduced, pulling him ahead. “He’s a natural with anything, well... natural? Mostly plants but he also happens to talk to animals.”

“Domestic ones.” Jun mumbled. “Hansol is better with the wild.”

You greeted him awkwardly, half smiling to be polite and half frowning at the way Natalie was looking up at him with literal heart eyes.

“How did you come across a fledgling?”

“A what now?”

Jun picked your pig up by the arms like a little baby. “She says she’s 10 years old, yet is the size of a toddler. Have you never wondered why your pig never grew?”

“I uh….assumed it was just the kind of breed that didn’t?”

“What an intellectual.” Jeonghan looked at you with faux amazement making you roll your eyes.

Jun, however, still hadn’t met your eye. “Fledglings are creatures of Olympus. Time moves differently there so they don’t really grow like the others in the human world. In that sense, technically, she’s still only a few months old-”

“So you’re telling me this thing, which has lived with me for 10 odd years, is….magical?”

Jun shook his head as Joshua spoke up, clarifying.

“Not magical, that’s a whole different branch of powers and abilities. Your pig is just….not a part of the human world.”

“You betrayer.” You narrowed your eyes at what you thought was your loyal companion. “We were friends. How could I not know?”

Natalie whined sadly in response earning a smile from Jun and of course, yet another snarky comment from Jeonghan. “I don’t speak pig and even I know she said you’re not very bright.”

“Understanding your native language is not particularly intelligent, you swine.” You glared at him, receiving a smirk in response.

“Ten minutes in camp and you’ve already made Jun’s ears red and picked a fight with Han.” You turned to see three men walk up to you, the one in the middle with an amused look and a powerful aura. “You’re gonna fit in quite well Newbie.”

“Seungcheol, son of Zeus and leader of the camp.” Joshua whispered as everyone bowed to him. You imitated them quickly.

“This is Seokmin, Son of Poseidon and Minghao, Son of Ares.” Seungcheol added, pulling out his armor as one of them shot you a cheery smile and the other continued to look at you cynically. “They are our training specialists. Seokmin should help you with your overall fitness and Minghao will train you for combat.”

“C-combat?” You stuttered looking around. “You mean like war?”

“The world of demigods is new to you, don’t try to understand everything in one day.” The Son of Ares sheathed his twin blades behind his back. “Take a few days to adjust to the camp first. You can start training next week.”

You nodded, a little thankful that despite his cold exterior, he seemed to be surprisingly sympathetic of your situation.

“He’s right.” Seokmin chimed. “You should settle here first, not to forget, deal with that lawsuit before you focus on everything else.”

You turned to Jeonghan expecting yet another snarky remark but he looked worried, lost in thought.

When you turned back to Seokmin though, you bit back a scream, your face inches away from a man who appeared soundlessly and seemingly from thin air.

He gave you a cheeky grin with a tilt of the head, “I’m Chan aka Dino, Son of Hermes, Camp cutie, camp hottie and camp leader- ow!”

He rubbed the back of his head vigorously when a small rock hit him with a dull thud. You looked over his shoulder to see Seungcheol aim another one with just a flick of the wrist.

This one Dino skillfully dodged, stepping away from you as Joshua laughed, “Chan is the camp messenger. He’s in charge of all sorts of delivery and transportation.”

“You were the one who picked up my things.” The realisation hit you at last as Dino nodded, pointing at a pile of your stacked bags and trunks beside the entrance.

“Guilty as charged.”

“You were supposed to arrive over an hour ago.” Seokmin narrowed his eyes at the younger man.

“I got held up with some uh distractions.” Chan laughed nervously, scratching the back of his ear. “I didn’t know where to keep her things though, considering you know, she doesn’t have a place yet.”

Seungcheol turned to you to clear your confusion. “Everyone on camp has their own residence but you came on too short a notice so we’re yet to build one of you. We could have housed you in the guest cabin except it was recently damaged in a fight,” He glared at all the boys around him. “So that would not be feasible. Until your own place is not ready you can stay at mine - it is the biggest so you should be comfortable.”

You pursed your lips unsure about his offer. Did you think you would be unsafe in his presence? No absolutely not, the opposite in fact.

You wondered how long you could hold yourself back before unsuspectingly jumping this man and his huge biceps and beefy thighs and manly voice-

“She’s thirsty.”

Taken aback you looked around, searching for the owner of the voice who unnecessarily accurately voiced your thoughts. Instead, you heard the snap of a twig and a low growling sound from the area the forest got more dense. You narrowed your eyes, trying to peer through the overgrown wilderness only to meet a pair of menacing red orbs.

Your adrenaline response barely had the time to kick in before ten, no fifteen, wild hounds ran out of their hiding place towards you, making you scream and hide behind Joshua.

The boys laughed as the dogs circled around you and you gripped onto Joshua’s shoulders terrified.

“Stand back lads.” A silver haired man walked over with a golden haired one beside him, both with a bow and quiver strung over their shoulders. The dogs immediately ran over, aligning themselves in an obedient, straight line behind them.

“Hansol, Son of Artemis and Jihoon, Son of Apollo.” Joshua looked at you over his shoulder. “They are in charge of daytime border patrol. There are all sorts of wild animals out here, hence the hounds, for protection.” As you shuddered, Joshua looked around curiously. “The Son of Hades, is in charge of nighttime patrol. He should be somewhere around here…”

Your eyes widened as the water canteen hanging on Jihoon’s belt flew towards you on its own, making you almost claw Joshua’s arm.

“Wonwoo don’t scare her.” Joshua chastised laughing as you literally see a tall, lean man materialize out of thin air, the canteen in his hand and a smirk on his face. “How long have you been here?”

“The whole time.” He mumbled, handing you the water. “Jihoon said you were thirsty.”

“Not for water.” The blonde man whispered in a way only you could hear, looking entertained at how flushed you were. Did he actually read your mind?

Coming out of Joshua’s shadow, you grabbed the canteen before anyone else noticed, thanking Wonwoo with a hard smile. Tilting your head back you drank up, not noticing how all 10 eyes were intently fixed on you and your throat moving with each gulp. They all took a gulp of their own.

As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, slowly looking around and noticing everyone’s gaze, the ground below began to shake, fazing no one but you.

Jeonghan pulled you out of the way of what seemed like a large mechanical bull charging towards you with an equally large man perched on top of it. A smaller man arrived right behind, riding a….. A leopard???

“You said you would win.” The muscled man slid off the mechanical creature, patting it. “My baby is faster.”

“I said a cheetah would win. My baby is a tiger.”

“It's a leopard.” You corrected, earning everyone's snickers and the not so threatening stare of its owner.

“It’s a big cat with an identity crisis.” Taking your hand in his, placing a soft kiss at the back of it, the muscle man gave you a fanged smile. “I’m Mingyu, Son of Hephaestus.”

The other man raised his hand. “Soonyoung, Son of Dionysis and that-” He turned to yet another one who was running over, looking frazzled.

“Seungkwan, Son of Hera, owner of a peacock that has yet again disappeared.” He bent over, grabbing his waist, panting and out of breath. “I don’t get why she keeps running away.”

“Maybe because you keep calling him a she.” Minghao nonchalantly glanced at his neatly filed nails.

“I can’t-” Seungkwan ran his fingers through his head, annoyed. “It’s confusing okay, who the fuck named him Patricia then?”

Behind you Jeonghan giggled.

“You coagulation of human evil,” Seungkwan threw his shoe, missing the target. “Now she- He won’t respond to any other name!”

The boys roared with laughter as Seungkwan unsuccessfully chased Jeonghan around, hands flailing everywhere.

Seungcheol walked over to you amidst all the mess, shooting you an understanding smile. “Your life has just undergone a major change, I get that it is intimidating but don’t worry. All thirteen of us are here to help you get through this.”

You nodded slowly, looking around at the boys, doing a quick, confirmatory headcount. “So there’s only thirteen of you?”

And why were all of them so gorgeous??

“Yeah, only.” Seungcheol chuckled, “Trust me thirteen is more than enough, I’ve got to run a very tight ship here.”

“I just assumed there would be seventeen people since, you know, Camp Seventeen.”

“The Oracle apparently told Woozi to name us Camp Seventeen.” He shrugged. “Not sure why.”

You hummed, as all of them gradually stopped behaving like toddlers and turned their attention to you.

“Wait,” The realization slowly dawned upon you. Actually, it hit you like a brick. “You’re all men.”

Seungcheol nodded carefully, like he didn’t know where you were going with this.

“Am I….Am I the only girl in the camp?”

Soft mutters went around as Seungcheol cleared his throat. “Yes and I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable but unfortunately, it was not a choice.”

“It’s not common for a girl to be assigned to an all boys camp,” Joshua stepped up. “But I believe since Jeonghan and Wonwoo are working on the lawsuit that landed you here, the authorities of Olympus must have thought it is better for you to be here.”

“But it’s not permanent.” Seungcheol added. “You can choose to change camps after Quest Season if you wish-”

“What is Quest season?”

Jeonghan let out a loud sigh. “You’ve been here for what, ten minutes? Don't overwork your brain. The world of demigods is complex, you’ll learn everything with time.”

“He’s right.” Seokmin leaned against the tree near him. “Why don’t we first move your things to Seungcheol’s cabin? We’ll let you get settled, then Joshua can show you around camp, walk you through the rules and assign a duty-”

“Except.” Soonyoung looked at you from bottom to top, like he was assessing you. “What kind of duty?”

“Exactly.” Mingyu threw his arm around his friend, his expression matching. “Daughter of Hestia, Goddess of Hearth and Home, what would you be good for in this camp?”

Minghao hummed, walking up to you, bending to meet your eyelevel. “Well, what can a woman be good for in a camp of thirteen men?”

A/n - next will be a detailed post about each member, their background and powers so it's less confusing for those who aren't so familiar with Greek mythology and the series will start after that so stay tuned!

[pacentia]

Title: Forest Lovers

Pairing: (established relationship) slightly dom non-ascended!Astarion x reader WITH VOYEUR GALE

Setting: act 3 beginning, right after shadow cursed lands

Word count: 2,218

Tags: voyeuristic Gale, bloodsucking, vaginal sex, forest sex, pussy eating, L-bombs, body worship, slightly sad Gale

Synopsis: Gale wonders where his Muse (reader) went off to. Stumbles upon her fucking Astarion in the woods 🫠

Author's note: some random ass ideas come into my head in the middle of the night. Couldn't let go of it so I had to write it down lmaoo - please enjoy

It was nice - being out in pure sunlight again after spending God knows how long in the Shadow Cursed Lands. Gale never thought about missing cobblestone streets beneath his feet, the vibrancy of Rivington made him feel alive again. It wasn't his tower in Waterdeep, nor his very own study - cuddling with Tara, but this would do. And, it would all be over soon, according to the pack leader, because she would take the fight to the Elder Brain. 

Gale admired her for quite some time, well - ever since he set eyes on her after stumbling out of that damned broken portal. He had dropped some hints here and there, but she never quite fully indulged him in his desires. She remained so incredibly kind and supportive though - for everyone - during their long journey. 

The vampire Astarion had her heart a thousand times. It's the way she looked at him, and the way the broken man softened in her company that Gale knew these two were soulmates, destined for each other. It felt bittersweet - watching them kiss in public. Hold hands. Embrace each other around the campfire. Of course, if she preferred somebody cold and undead - that was entirely her choice. 

The night before the party would venture forth to Baldur's Gate - Astarion and her were nowhere to be found. Not present in each of their tents, nor in the campsite. Gale felt a little concerned because of that, because tomorrow was a big day and everyone needed a well deserved rest. Who knows what overcame her - the woman he cared for so deeply. And so the wizard cast an invisibility spell and ventured deeper into the nearby forest.

Gentle moonlight cast over the forest and the stars shone bright that night. It was quiet and calm, the two nowhere to be seen nor heard until -

Two completely bared souls entwined in one another, passionately kissed in the middle of the forest, no place left untouched on their bodies. The silver haired vampire and his muse. Gale's muse. 

His jaw went slack from surprise and he suddenly felt greatly inappropriate for stumbling onto this incredibly private moment but… 

Gale just couldn't look away, respectfully, of course. Her body had the likes of a true Goddess - his imagination before had done him so wrong. She was even more beautiful than in his wildest dreams. Astarion was… surprisingly gentle with her. His hold on her was protective and firm but the kisses that he planted on her lips, cheeks and breasts were so soft.

Gale, you damned pervert. He complained to himself, pinching his brow. He could leave now, and forever hold his tongue or he could just… Watch just a few more seconds.

Her fingers wrapped around Astarion's aching hard cock - Hells, the man was big - and started teasing him playfully. The vampire reciprocated - wetted his long, pale digits on his tongue and pleasured her beautiful pussy. Gale swallowed, unaware that he was pitching a huge tent in his purple robes.

"Oh sweet darling…" The vampire moaned in absolute pleasure, burying his head full of untamed silver curls in her neck. She just pulled him into the most amorous embrace as she closed her eyes, lips slightly parted as she felt her vampire's fangs graze her neck. This made her moan in delight - of course - as she was bloodless every damned day.  Her hand gently caressed Cazador's scars on his sculpted back while her other hand worked  his erection. 

"I need you, Astarion." She voiced needily, her feminine hips bucking into the vampire's cold touch. "Need you inside me… Please…" 

Gale swallowed - feeling too hot in his robes right there. He just fantasized he was in Astarion's place, feeling her magic hands work his own cock - making him twitch in the process. Astarion was going to take her right there, on the soft bed of overgrown grass, next to their pile of clothes.

It's as if he had chosen the perfect spot. Astarion had guided her down gently, her legs spread out incredibly wide before her lover. Gale could see the glistening of her folds - how completely drenched she was for her vampire. Delicious, it looked. 

Astarion's hands caressed her perfect body. Breasts, hips. Kissed inside of her thighs - working his way up to her toned calves until her feet. He worshipped her like a real Goddess. As he should. A sweet smile spread across her face as she watched Astarion show how much he desired her. 

"I love you." She confessed sweetly, completely spread in front of him. It's the way her eyes shone with adoration that you could tell she really meaned it. She's completely in love with her vampire. Goodness, Gale never anticipated being hurt by seeing the scenario unfold before his voyeuristic eyes, a sharp tightening in his chest overtaking him. Neverminding his obvious pain, Gale continued watching.

The vampire then lowered his head to her sex, and pressed a soft kiss on her clitoris. Dripping wet, needy for him. "My sweetheart, I love you more than anything." The vampire whispered, kissing her folds again with such careful love. Her hands sunk into his silver curls, letting her head fall back in the grass. Astarion utterly devoured her, nuzzling into her sex, licked her until she was a squirming mess. He suckled on her sensitive bud, gently sinking two of his cold fingers deep inside her. 

Gale just needed to watch this a little closer. So he could really admire her angelic pussy. Study how she liked to be pleasured - learn from… Astarion's seduction. He inched further, so that he watch in detail how Astarion licked and fingered her. 

Astarion's fingers gently dipped in and out of her drenched folds, his tongue swiping back and forth over her clitoris. His sharp fangs were bared, reminding her what he truly was - her vampire. Everyone knew at camp that this excited her incredibly, eager to feel his fangs dig into her neck every night. God's, she was so sinful.

"Star… I'm… close..!" She warned him, one hand tangled in his silver curls, the other one gripping onto the grass soil beside her. Her legs were shaking, hips bucking while Astarion expertly pleasured her. "Then cum, my love. On my lips." The vampire ordered.

What a sight it was to behold, her body coming down from such an incredible high. His name was on her lips like a melody as she shivered in her lover's hold. Gale knew he should leave right now - but then Astarion just climbed over her body, and guided his dripping hard cock inside her drenched pussy. Fuck. He could just. Not. Look. Away. 

"Did you enjoy that, sweet love?" Astarion whispered, sinking as deep as possible into her. He didn't even falter in his speech - Gale would've surely have. 

"Y-yes, my love… God's - forgot how… big you were…" Immediately she enclasped her legs around his waist, the aftershocks of her orgasm begging the vampire to get deeper inside her. Her arms clung around his back, holding his scars ever so gently. Astarion chuckled at her response, "How dare you, darling?" The man smirked. "But you do remember how - good - it felt?" Emphasizing the words with the rhythm of his vigorous hips, the vampire pumped into her unrelentingly, chasing after his own orgasm. 

"Y-yes Astarion - fuck… Your cock feels incredible…You're so big, so powerful, so beautiful…" She gasped, her pretty moans bellowed deep into the forest. Astarion seemed to enjoy her praise, rewarding her with kisses, licks and nuzzles. 

Gale's trousers were completely soaked in his own pleasure - how could he not - watching such a beautiful woman reach her high out in the open. He figured he was too far gone already and sneaked his fingers under his robe - cupping himself - until he decided to take out his own length and stroke himself. He still had to concentrate on casting his invisibility, if he'd fail - he figured he'd just explode his Netherese orb.

"Will you get on your pretty hands and knees for me, sweet darling? I want to feel you as deep as possible, please…" Astarion sighed in pleasure, ragged breath overtaking him when he stopped thrusting. She nodded heavily, just carrying out whatever her vampire needed. God's how devoted she was to him, completely wrapped around his finger. She shifted her body exactly as Astarion asked - and the hungry man immediately mounted her like a horny stallion. 

Certainly, he had read this in one of his lewd novels in his library, but he'd never seen such lust up close, nor experienced it for himself . Mystra never let him.

Astarion growled like a beast, thrusting every inch of him inside her wet cunt. Eventually he pulled her into his lap, pumping up inside of her. She was completely on display for Gale, breasts swinging, Astarion's hands roamed her delicate body, until he swept her hair from beautiful neck, and wrapped his hand around her throat. 

"Darling, your blood smells so delicious tonight…" He moaned, inhaling the scent of her neck, grazing his fangs over previous puncture wounds from his own teeth. 

Gale swallowed, pleasuring his cock faster, harder. He was about to witness him setting his fangs into her - God's, wouldn't that hurt her? She seemed even more eager than before, rubbing herself, arching her neck more - she wanted it desperately. Longing for him to mark her as his.

"Ask me, sweet darling. What do you need?" Astarion teased, his hands digging into her breasts, using them as leverage for his thrusts. "Tell me what you so desperately crave." 

She giggled at his statement, teasing him right back, "Love, aren't you the one who's starved? You crave my blood." 

Astarion's wits seemed to fail him, and buried his face in her neck. "Darling, do not play with me like that… I'm incredibly hungry - Starved, if you will." He continued kissing her neck, dragging his tongue over the pulsing arteries and veins. "You know I'm a very dangerous vampire, and your jugular is right next to me." He teased playfully.

She giggled at his lighthearted intimidation, turned her face to stare into his deep red eyes. "Then bite, Astarion. My blood is yours." 

Nothing the vampire liked hearing more as he continued to pound into her, only now - he latched onto her neck, and buried his fangs deeply. She visibly winced in his hold, obviously in pain as Astarion sucked her blood out. So this is what she's been going through almost every evening since meeting the vampire near the Grove. Gale's cock twitched at the sight before him, close to own climax. All of this was so private, intimate. She willingly surrendered her neck to the vampire with such love.

"God's, s-so… delicious…" Astarion whined in bliss, his hips starting to give out - thrusts becoming erratic. Her body initially freezed against him - until a few gulps of blood later, she started feeling dizzy, two taps onto his thigh stopped his bloodthirsty urges.

Astarion released with a growl, bloody fangs bared, his chin and lips tainted with her hot, red blood. Drunk on her, he lapped up the remnants on her neck, kissing her, holding onto her for dear life. "So f-fucking delicious, darling. I -I'm close." Astarion panted as he grit his teeth like a beast, blood dripping from his chin, his tongue licking the remnants of his chin. 

Nothing had prepared Gale for her desperate pleading. 

"Please, Astarion… Fill my cunt, need your cum deep inside - please, cum!" 

Gale wrapped one hand around his mouth, shutting himself up as he spilled all over the woodland ground, silencing his heavy breath watching their lovemaking end.

Astarion erupted deep inside of her perfect cunt - God's how Gale wished he was the one absolutely filling her to the brim. The vampire growled, pumping her full of his essence, tongue licking the remnants of blood off of her neck. Astarion was a filthy, filthy man - Gale remarked. Well, he had already anticipated that from all of his quirky mannerisms and slick talk.

The couple lay spent on the grass, cuddling in the afterglow of their pleasures, looking up to the stars.

"Need this everyday, Astarion. It's been too long." She whispered, and he rolled over on his side, gently caressing her stomach. 

"Well, we can do it everyday now, darling." The vampire smirked, pressing a small kiss against her cheek. In turn, she wiped a streak of blood off of his chin, and made him suck her finger clean. Astarion indulged her with the greatest pleasure - as long as blood was involved. Gale didn't know why that made his cock stir.

The two cleaned themselves up, and he made notice on how she wiped her cunt with a particular cloth, throwing it away in the bushes - well - wouldn't it be a shame to… let it go uninspected later? They got dressed again in their camp clothes, joked some more and left.

The couple walked hand in hand right past Gale, still invisible of course - until Astarion stopped his footsteps to take in the air.

"What is it lover, did you hear a squirrel you could feed on?" She grinned, to which the vampire playfully poked her.

"Worse, darling. It smells like… Gale here. Well, nevermind." 

Gale had never gone red so badly in his entire life.

[pospoets]

WAITTTTT lowkey curious abt thunderhoof and that weird ass cult _(:3 」∠)_

FUCKKK right on time I was just thinking about it.

So basically I make things up, like I usually do, and start saying that Thunderhoof had haunted the forest long enough to make it look like he's some local God that can gift you crystals and gems(he just got them while searching for Energon).

NOTE that he's not someone who came from Fixit's stasis pods

At first he encounters a couple that's on really thin ice and tight on money, but they helped him detect some Energon so he kinda gave them a little bit Crystal he found on the way because GAWDAMN these bitches thin as fuck I wonder if they can eat these crystals.

Timeskip 2 weeks later he has a fucking shrine in the middle of the forest and he's like; ???? Girl wtf.

Ends up meeting the cultists and they start praising him and he's just weirded out and a bit upset and then he decided that; ...Well, why not make use of these humans. And he did. They lead him to mining caves, a lot of them desperate enough to help him mine and saying that he'll 'grant them' protection. (He unironically does protect them but it's only because he's usually and conveniently near them) and this continues.

He still ends up asking them to build a portal with his directions like in RI15 Canon, everyone in the cult knows/thinks it's gonna send Thunderhoof back to his origin realm, they purposely delay and undo everything they've done every night so he doesn't leave. And oh golly gee does that not have any consequences!

It did. And the consequences shows how fearful and powerful he is and that only strengthened the cultists' beliefs and even more people saw him and joined the cult because gawdamn better believe a flawed God than nothing right?

And right in the middle of that he meets Butch, an orphaned boy who'd just witnessed Thunderhoof's power and anger, and decided to join his cult because he basically had nowhere to go, not his dead family, not the fuckass orphanage system, not the city that could only hold itself up with rich stuck up people that looks DOWN on people who barely makes a livi—yeah basically.

Thunderhoof gets a cult + a kid. Discussion of morality and leadership gets discussed.

In this case, with his temper, it's more like he's a dictator to these cultists because of how easily he can get angry.

Anddd that all happens before the event of the fanfic on AO3. How about it💗💗💗

[shalomniscient]

werewolf zoya.... ngh...

all i can think about is that one mbcc cat post that had zoya in it but she did NOT look like a cat............. but she WAS very very fluffy !!! maybe full moon zoya doesn't go fully feral thanks to the shackles, and you can kinda treat her like a really, really big dog, giving her scritches behind her wolf ears or just lying against her and running your fingers through her fluffier hair. if you fall asleep, and someone tries to approach you, she'll growl and bare her teeth until they turn tail and run. but if we wanna get horny with it—

cw. monsterfucking [nsft utc—]

good luck soldier 🫡🫡🫡 if normal zoya already has monstrous stamina, werewolf zoya is worse. she could go from sundown to sunrise with no breaks in between, just absolutely rutting into you and stuffing you completely full over and over again until her cum is forced out with each thrust because there's just nowhere for it to go. she's bigger like this too, in her werewolf form, as if she wasn't big enough. her fingernails turn to claws and her eyes turn to bright slits that glow like lights in the dark. most people would find her terrifying but your crazy ass (/pos) just finds it hot LOL

and she isn't shy about where she takes you either. she could take you against a tree in the middle of a forest at night, she doesn't give a fuck. she needs you now and she will have you now. your scent is like an absolute drug to her, especially when she's in a rut, and she wants to just fucking drown in it. expect to be be given a mating bite, even if you yourself aren't a werewolf. she won't bite down too hard, she doesn't want to hurt you, but she indent of her teeth on your shoulder gives her such a rush it's insane.

once she's knotted you she'll simply flop on top of you until it shrinks. she's lave her tongue against the bit, soothing it, and nuzzle against your neck and cheek, all the while making a low rumbling sound in her throat, one you've come to learn means she's very pleased.

(if only you could turn around and see how hard her tail's wagging.)

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, sadism/emotional torture, death threats, talk of death, degradation, Adamverse again (i am literally obsessed with his emo ass no joke)

You don’t know exactly what you did wrong. Maybe it’s because the dinner was just slightly less crispy than he likes, maybe it took you just one second too long to return his kiss - or maybe he just felt like torturing you - sometimes he got into these weird, sadistic moods, and you could never tell exactly where you had messed up. And you wish you did - oh how you wish he would tell you straight up, so you would be able to avoid the pain in future; alas that would never happen. Why would he let you in on the secret, why would he make the rules known if he has so much fun with you once you inevitably break them? He doesn’t need a reason to hurt you, because he already owns you, but sometimes he likes to have one; just so you’d blame yourself a bit more - just so you’d ask yourself what you could do better next time.

All you know now is that he’s mad, red - hot fury plastered all over his thin pale face. His expression, already deadly and hostile, at this moment looks simply demonic. All you know now is that he’s gripping your wrist and sinking his sharp nails as deep into your prickled skin as possible while dragging you somewhere unknown. Somewhere deep within the forest. 

You take in the smell of cold, fresh rain as your naked feet splash into the soaking grass, leaving a muddy trail behind. The forest feels alive - living and breathing into the early winter, the earthy scent of wet wood and linden heavy in the air. It’s breathtakingly beautiful, all this green scenery, even the icy air filling your lungs and the silent song of the sparrows left to die in the cold. You’re trying to appreciate this short moment of peace and quiet, of finally feeling the earth beneath you for the first time in what feels like years, but you just can’t ignore the biting, freezing chill that wraps around your body like a coat woven by Death herself. 

You’re wearing nothing but a flimsy white nightgown that sticks to your body, pretty and way too long it drags against the damp soil, sullying the beautiful lace. It’s almost funny, you think. The delicate fabric seems red under the soft moonlight - like blood, and it makes you feel like some fucked up fairytail metaphor of a princess, a trembling virgin waiting to be deflowered by the beast. But this can’t be further from the truth - there is nothing left for him to take.

Adam stops suddenly, making you trip and swing towards him - but instead of catching you, he pushes you to the side.

“Watch your step.” He hisses through gritted teeth, once again reaching to grab your hand. “We’re almost there. If you don’t want me to leave you to the wolves, you better keep up.” He adds, resuming his quick step ahead. Somewhere in your rational mind you know he’s just trying to scare you into walking faster - there is no way there are wolves this far up north, and even if there were, he would never let them hurt you. Would he?

“Alright. We’ve arrived.” The man stops after a while, letting go of you. You turn to look at him, eyes full of confusion. You’re in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing here aside from a few bushes and a big hole covered in dry leaves. “What is–”

“This will be your grave.” He interrupts you before you can even question him, gesturing to the wide open pit as he shoves you closer to the edge - so close you’re staring at the pitch black void that awaits you at the other side. You freeze in your place, unable to move an inch, cold sweat running down your back. 

You’ve pictured this night countless times before - the night when you finally die. Somehow you imagined it would be different; a lot less romantic. You thought your heart would stop due to the constant stress and paranoia, or Adam would squeeze your throat just a bit too tight - your face would get just a touch too purple and you’d kick the bucket. He’d force his length down your throat and you’d choke on your own vomit, or he would simply beat you up so badly you wouldn’t wake up the next morning. You never thought your end would be so picturesque - wearing a beautiful, sensual robe under the moonlight, slowly bleeding out as the sun rises over your cold, unmoving form. He’d probably kiss your dead lips and hold your hand too. 

No. You can’t let this happen. You don’t want this to happen. He doesn’t get to decide whether your death is pretty, ugly or fucking gruesome, whether your guts stick out for the world to see. You can’t let yourself die beautifully. You can’t let him see himself as some romantic gothic hero from the old books. He has to be the grim reaper, he has to realize he’s nothing more than a sadistic, lonely creep with vengeance and a sick fascination for blood that just happened to be yours.

“Are you going to kill me?” You whisper, voice as smooth as you can force it to be. You can’t let him know you’re scared. His eyes, so far sharp and calculated, suddenly narrow with a crazed glint - and he takes a step towards you, wrapping his hands around your waist. You can feel his weight resting against your body, a clear signal that one wrong move and you will both slip down the drain. “Maybe I will.” Adam leans in just slightly to whisper in your ear, chuckling at the way your shoulders stiffen completely - fists clenched to remain balanced. “Maybe I won’t.” His hot breath hits the freezing skin of your neck, but instead of another human’s warmth, all you feel is ice - cold fear. “It doesn’t really matter.”

“You fucking asshole–” You hiss inaudibly, small angry tears forming in your eyes. You can swear you’re not angry - or at least you shouldn’t be. One can only be angry when their expectations are being met - you should know better than anyone what the man is capable of. Yet somewhere far inside you still find the courage, the patience to feel rage, to feel cheated; tricked. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter? It’s my fucking life on–” Your sentence gets cut off by the deep guttural sobs tearing off from deep within your lungs. If you weren’t a second away from falling into your literal grave, you’d be beating at his chest right now with all the energy you have left - which isn’t a lot, but you’d give it your damn best.

“Shh, baby, it’s alright.” Your captor wraps his arms around you, breathing in your sweetness mixed in with the rain and the light earthy scent of the forest. For a second he can imagine laying you on the wet soil, not even shoving you down like usual, just gently pushing your body deeper and deeper into the mud until all that’s left unburied is your lips. “You always say you want to die, don’t you? I mean, you obviously seem to think that being with me is a fate worse than death.” He slaps on a big taunting smile, and you can’t decide if it makes you scared or furious. “So what’s different now?”

You inhale slowly.

“You-you–!” You feel your cheeks heat up with ire as your whole body prepares to attack the very source of all these complicated feelings, when… Nothing. Your fists can’t reach him, nor can your poisonous words break his heart for the second time. You’ve slipped into the world of the dead, somewhere far away. It’s darker than the winter night and more quiet than you had anticipated Hell would be - the only thing you hear is your own shallow heartbeat.

“Look at what you did, you stupid girl.” Someone pulls you back into the human realm, forcing you to open your eyes. “You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” The voice sneers with the same old malice you can recognise even with your hands covering your ringing ears - so you must still be alive. Or maybe people are right, and Hell is on here on earth. “Scared of life, yet terrified of death.” Adam keeps mocking you, stepping closer to the pit so he can see exactly how pitiful you look, squirming in the dirt. “Also fucking clumsy at that. You know, I was just teasing you, but you really went and got yourself into that filthy hole. Just how useless can you be.”

You gulp, your dry throat straining against your tonsils. You’re alive - and you’ve made a fool of yourself just like always. Sometimes you wonder if you only exist to entertain Adam, if the whole reason for your being is one big excuse for him to hurt you until whatever is haunting him goes away. Yet it never does, and you’re not sure which of you is more pitiful.

“P-please…” You whimper weakly. You’re not sure what you’re even begging him for - to stop talking, to go away or to help you get out of this black, bottomless pit. You’re so cold, so wet - you just want to go home, although… Maybe your home doesn’t exist anymore.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Speak louder.” The man coos, his shadow towering over you in a cruel reminder that even in death he’d still follow, somehow. “Do you need a hand? You’d have to be more convincing than that if you want me to help you, baby. Why should I waste my time saving a woman who doesn’t even love me?”

Your stomach turns, you’ve been here before. It’s a trap question - whatever you say, it’d still be the wrong answer, because with Adam there are no right answers. There is only suffering and dread over and over again until you’re both old and decaying in your own filth somewhere in the basement of his late mother’s cottage, surrounded by rats just waiting to feast on your flesh once your hearts finally stop. And even then you’d know no peace - he’d probably find you in Hell. You’ve been sharing his pain for too long, whether you like it or not, whether you love him or not, you can’t deny your souls are tied, glued together with blood and bile and sweat and tears.

“Please stop playing around, Adam. Just get me out of here, okay?” You make your voice small and whiny, just the way he likes it to be when you plead with him. Part of you is fighting against the survival instinct to snap into pure submission - to promise him anything and everything, because you will, and then what? He’d take you home, he’d be sugary sweet for the next two days, approximately, before you inevitably fuck up again. It’s all pointless. This love of his is nothing more than an exercise of nihilism - you’re just unsure why he feels the need to drag you along.

“You’re just hopeless without me, aren’t you?” He says rather softly, recognising the clear retaliation in your tone. Then he jumps down the pit, landing on his two feet like a panther - like he had rehearsed for this moment alone. It goes as usual. He stretches his hand towards you. You take a quick look at him. You reach in, just barely hanging on. Fingers hovering under his clenched fist. Shivering. He kisses your wrist. Standing up slowly. You’re dizzy. He wipes the mud off your face. Headache. Your chest tightens. 

And he gets to hold your hand and carry you away as the sun approaches, bright and blinding under the clouds just like a bloody fucking fairytale. 

[asteroid-fruitcup]

long ahh rant about the lore of my warrior cats oc/sona

me? being in more than one fandom? i know crazy right? yeah well um ranting about my silly named Cloudstep

tagging @windowtoluxus because holy shit i’m going to cry laughing if you remember this but feel free not to read it because this is really fucking long

(tw for sewerside and self hatred but its really far down so i’ll put another warning there ehe)

cloudstep is weird sorta calico looking cat, like with normal calico colors but also with like stripes and gray (lemme pull up a picture of em)

this is the quickest one i could get its from a gift i made for catbark if you want heres the original

i don’t perfectly remember but i think they’re a siberian or a norwegian forest cat

originally, i actually made them a japanese bobtail but then i changed it because they live in a really cold climate (for some reason me and my friends decided on like switzerland but i don’t really know much about switzerland i read the wikipedia page for it a while ago ig)

heres their old design

(HELP ME MY OLD ARTSTYLE ASHKDHD)

so uh. if you ever see my username somewhere as like cloudstep or cloud_step or smth this is why

before i begin cloudsteps lore lemme rant about their UNIVERSE

so this whole weird alternate universe idea i had swirling in my head was supposed to be a complete joke and i wanted to make it as cringe as possible for like self expression purposes so laugh

basically in tnp the six or whatever died on their mission and like all the clans started dying out oof so then everyones kind of exploding and so somehow they get to the middle of switzerland (we’re all just like hey there were mice on a boat they got tempted but whatever the lore wasnt supposed to make sense) and they find a nice forest

so everyone sees some Fucking Puddle in a cave with 3 stars and they’re like “holy shit its a sign we should divide into 3 clans now!” so they divided into FireClan, StoneClan and MoonClan

me and my friends have a little lore for each but basically

fireclan is all the cats that are like heat resistant and their claws mildly burn you or smth theyre basically modern day shadowclan

moonclan is full of dumbasses. absolute dumbasses. something like that

stoneclan is just normal cats that have their shit together and know what they’re doing. quote on quote

enter stoneclan. there’s a cat named Lichentail. i hate him, i love him. probably my favorite other than like idfk a character that hasnt been introduced

backstory, lichentail’s mother is from moonclan, father from fireclan, and hes in stoneclan because he left as an apprentice i think i dont remember and im not asking the person who made lichtentail

now there’s also a cat in moonclan named Flareflare. we couldnt come up with a suffix for her so we jus named her flareflare. its okay because shes in the dumbass clan. but she was SUCH a dumbass and felt like SUCH an outcast that she walked her ass into the crystal cave and made a new clan called PineClan despite having no one else in the Clan. i dont know. our starclan was even worse than canon starclan.

so one day Stoneclan hears “holy shit, some dumbass started a clan” and the leader i forget his name goes up to Lichentail and is like “hey buddy can you find this flarey ahh and make sure she doesnt end the world and come back after like a moon or two” and lichentail is like “aight bet” and heads out into the middle of nowhere to find this actually red not orange pelted ragdoll fluffy ahh cat

hold on i have art for them both

lichentail

flarestar/flar yes shes blood red its described in a 50 page book i was writing as “the blood of her (nonexistent) enemies”

so yeah a lot of shit happens and after a moon or two pineclan has more cats! i’ll skip past a lot but for now

lichentail joined pineclan (also he canonically eats cheetos with flarestar no ship) his role keeps switching from warrior to medicine cat to deputy and he sucks at all of them

flarestar gets struck by lightning and dies once and then dies of rage once (lichentail was trying to steal snacks from an elementary school student and flarestar didnt like that) so 7 lives for her goddamn she will not live past 50 moons ar most

lichentail has a girlfriend named silverrose who totally isnt a bisexual murderer who killed her ex wife and repeatedly attempted to murder a cat named copperspots who i didnt mention because she’s with the stars now

some cats named crimsonpaw, lemonpaw, moonpaw, acornpaw, rosepaw and skypaw are in the clan now and their mentoring situations are a mess

moonpaw and acornpaw are slightly older than everyone else and also best friends

skypaw is the oldest

rosepaw is the youngest

crimsonpaw is flarestars child

soo. cloudstep…

cloudstep (well unnamed at the time) was born as a loner with their siblings (3) in the middle of nowhere. they’re a curious little shit so one day cloud asks younger sister torrentwind (also unnamed) “hey wanna explore” and torrent being a silly young fella is like “sure haha!!!” so they run off and soon realize they fucked up because uh oh theyre in the middle of nowhere and cant get home. so for about a week they traverse the landscapes until they roll down a hill towards pineclan territory and crimsonpaw finds them and spawns them into PineClan.

so yea. cloudpaw has an obbsession over leaves n stuff and is always trying to show the other apprentices the cool leaves they find! but no one cares because theyre just leaves!

ima just throw in a meme rq hold on

yeah basically if anything bad happened to me irl… this poor thing was getting the worst of it :3

AvA 11 core-

(tw here !!! i think this is a decent place to cut off bc the rest of the post is kinda that)

so yeah. cloudpaw likes leaves, no one likes leaves (should mention theyre also trajning to be a medicine cat so idk what this was about) and lichentail the little shit isn’t being helpful at all.

so cloudpaw is stressed as hell and decides to become a warrior. stuff gets a little better, she graduates or something, no more lichentail. and she has friends i guess but still no one really likes leaves

so yeah. she starts spiralling. waking up in the morning is getting harder for them. they’re getting dreams of lichentail and silverrose, a terrible fate for flarestar. they have no one to truly call family in pineclan, just a few friends. every day. wake up, if you can. hunt something, why do i smell blood on the borders? ignore it. walk back. there was nothing there anyways.

rosefur(paw) is dead? that was the scent on the borders. cloudstep wished that they cared, why didn’t they? lichenstar is the leader? great. just great. and he hated them too.

it was a terrible desicion, she doesn’t remember what it was, but they snapped at lemoncane on patrol and ran back to camp before anyone saw the gash on her face and questioned what caused it. who’s fault truly was it anyways? what had gotten into her?

the next moon was empty. nothing. silence on patrols. silence in camp. silence watching the rivers flow. silence feeling like lichentail had snuck upon the borders without her knowing. silence from everyone, not just them.

and yet, it felt like the same silence they had heard all those moons ago. everyone is still in silence. but crimsonstar is still around… no. just silence. and she probably doesn’t like leaves anyways.

cloudstep forgot to smile when they turned towards crimsonstar that day. thankfully.

there was a good bush of deathberries outside of camp. she left. silence. silence, silence. maybe the silence would end in starclan. whatever.

and they fell to the floor.

starclan wasn’t terrible, for the most part. at least they could visit moonheart and flarestar now. but what’s this? crimsonstar at the crystal cave? wants her back? misses her? found them and cried?

but why?

flarestar looked at cloudstep. the rules never seemed to apply anyways. and this would be the one smart desicion that flarestar would make, whether it should have been possible or not.

a few minutes passed and cloudstep woke up next to the berry bush once again

and suprisingly, had a friend greeting them at their arrival. with tears.

applogies from both sides. cloudstep never felt like she was living in silence anymore. not nesecarily chaos, but things weren’t monotonous anymore at least. times changed and so did she. and for once, maybe they had found their place.

…

(COUGH COUGH) TURNING OFF POETRY MODE (COUGH) (WHEEZE)

well ok thats my oc ig i’ll rant about more lore if you want ehe its like 11pm tho so goodnight tumblr

[leiawritesstories]

Naughty Chef

Rowaelin Month 2024, Day 4: Accidental Nude @rowaelinscourt

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content/slightly NSFW

Surprise! Another episode of Chef Rowan! Enjoy!!!

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“42 up, 43 up, 51 in two minutes, and—what do you want, Moonie?” Wiping the rolled-up sleeve of his white chef’s jacket across his sweaty, flushed face, Rowan shot a sharp look at Fenrys, who had appeared out of nowhere in the expo window. “Hurry the hell up, we’re buried in tickets.” 

“I know.” Fen cleared his throat. “Just stopping by to check on the 86 list and give expo another set of hands.” 

Rowan glanced at the scribbled notes on the back of a guest check that was tucked into his side of the expo window. “We’re down to three halibut all day and one of the prep cooks said the mushrooms were slimy, so no stroganoff besides what we have in the fridge. That’s all for now.” 

“Fen, I need a comp on table 52!” Dorian, one of the servers, hurried around the corner. “You got a minute?” 

“Go on, boss man.” Rowan waved an empty frying pan at Fenrys as the blonde man left the expo hall. “Lor, where the fuck is that ribeye for 51?” 

“Don’t fuckin’ rush me, asshole!” Lorcan yelled from his station. Rowan chuckled and turned back to the orders he was working on, knowing Lorcan’s surliness was his way of showing affection. The two of them had been working for long enough to know each other’s cooking times and moods, and every so often he liked to needle the grumpy man in the middle of dinner service just to get a reaction. 

The music pumping from the speakers abruptly paused, and the voice on Rowan’s phone—it was his turn to pick the music—announced a message from Aelin. “Fireheart sent you a photo. Would you like to open it?” 

“No,” Rowan called, and the music started back up. He’d check his phone as soon as he was done with this ticket, because he didn’t want to miss a single photo or text about his precious angel baby girl, and Aelin frequently sent him Lana updates while he was at work. 

Lorcan snickered. “Aww, is Daddy Chef anxious about his wittle girwie?” 

“Asshole.” Rowan finished plating up the shrimp skewers he’d been grilling, slid the plate across the expo window, and threw a wadded-up rag at Lorcan’s ass. “Give me five, I’m gonna go check what Aelin said. You want music, Lor?” 

“Want me to play you a lullaby?” 

“Hey, Vaughan!” The chef down at the cold line looked up, brows raised in question. “How about you run the music while I duck into my office for a minute? Lorcan decided to be a dickwad.”

“When is he ever anything but a dickwad?” Vaughan pulled out his phone and connected to the Bluetooth speakers. “Go on and cry over your baby, Chef.” 

“All of you are dicks,” Rowan grumbled, affectionately. He left the kitchen, walked past the dishwashing station in the back, and pushed open the green-painted door of his office. Technically, he shared it with Lorcan, but his co-executive chef had once walked in on him cooing and blowing kisses to his baby daughter over the phone and declared that the office was ruined and he never wanted to step foot in it again. 

Taking a seat in the worn leather swivel chair, Rowan pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his texts. He tapped on Aelin’s name, which was the top of his list, and opened the photo she’d sent him a few minutes ago. 

And his heart fucking stopped. 

Eyes the size of dinner plates, jaw nearly on the floor, and all of his systems short-circuiting, Rowan gaped at the picture on his phone, desperately trying to control the sudden rush of his blood directly to his groin. Because the picture was not Lana, but Aelin. Aelin, who was standing in front of her full-length mirror wearing tiny, nearly sheer scraps of flimsy lace, the pieces so tiny that he couldn’t tell what color they were from the photo. Aelin, whose artfully tousled wavy hair and smoky eye makeup and bold red lipstick made a forest fire erupt in his blood. 

>>what do you think of this for tonight?

<<You’re fucking stunning, Fireheart.

Seconds later, gray dots pulsed as Aelin responded. 

>>oh my gods

>>i’m so sorry!!!

>>that was supposed to go to the girls chat

>>oh my gods

<<You send…those pictures to the girls chat?! Aelin, you’re naked! It was irrational, he knew, to expect his fiancée not to ask her close friends about her outfits, but he was hard in his office and he wanted that photo only for himself. 

>>yes, you hovering buzzard. who else would give me honest opinions?

<<Me

>>love, you like everything i wear

>>it’s not a complaint, but i do want to surprise you sometimes

<<Naughty girl

<<You’d better be wearing that when I get home tonight. That, and nothing else.

>>ro, we have a baby…

<<We’re gonna have two babies if you keep getting new lingerie, baby. I want to see it when I get home. On you, then on the floor. 

>>hmm, sounds like someone’s a little worked up. He could practically hear the smirk in his fiancée’s voice. Instinctively, he locked the door, stood up, and angled the cheap mirror that was propped against the far wall. She wanted to tease him with photos of her looking absolutely sinful while he was at work? He’d give her something to think about, too. 

Rowan unbuttoned his jacket, revealing his bare, tattooed skin, and unzipped his pants. Shoving a hand into his boxers, he wrapped a fist around himself and faced the mirror, turning slightly to emphasize the rock-hard bulge. Before he could think better, he turned his flash on and snapped the photo, the bright light illuminating the gloomy space of the office and casting the angles of his figure into light and shadow. He sent it, turned his phone back to Do Not Disturb, shoved it in his pocket, left the office, and made a beeline for the staff bathroom. 

Several minutes later, he emerged more composed, straightened his chef’s jacket, and headed back to the kitchen. He nodded his thanks at Nico, the sous chef, who had taken over his station while he was…on break. Lorcan shot him a knowing smirk, wiggling his dark brows suggestively, and Rowan flipped him off, turning his attention back to the flood of tickets pouring off the printer. 

It was almost eleven o’clock by the time he clocked out and left through the back door, tiredly driving home through quiet streets. He unbuttoned his jacket as he walked up the steps to his house, and pushed through the front door. Inside, he carefully stepped out of his shoes and left them on the shoe rack before heading down the hall towards the bedroom. 

Where his fiancée was waiting, sprawled on their bed wearing barely more than a smirk.

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[red1culous]

No Dying Tonight

At dawn you wake to Clint changing his bandages. He grimaces as he washes where the bullet had torn skin away. 

“Morning” you mumble, “need a hand with that?” you ask crouching down next to him. 

His head is bent forward and he frowns in concentration. “I’m fine.” 

“You look like shit” you reply. This made him smile, through gritted teeth.

“You need stitches," you say. "Or something."

He stopped smiling and shook his head, then winced when he touched a particularly sore spot on his arm. “I’ll be fine. We just need to get out of these damn woods, is all.”

You hum in response. “Don’t die on me.”

“I won’t.”

“Really?” You point to the smear of blood on his white tunic.

“I won’t” he repeats himself.

“You have a fever.” You press the palm of your hand to his sweaty forehead. 

This time he hums in reply and you just watch him silently for a few seconds. 

“Fine,” you say at last. “Drink more water and eat something because if you pass out here, I ain’t carrying your crusty old ass out of here.”

He wanted to answer something smart but stopped himself when his head started to throb again. 

Across the field, some birds foraging for worms suddenly take off in flight with a ruckus of panicked whistling and fluttering wings. You raise your eyes up from the mess of blood and bandages, wondering what had riled them so. Sucking in a breath you see a faint plume of smoke in the distance staining the earlier clear skies. It could be a storm headed your way. Great. Just what you needed, to get soaking wet out here in the middle of nowhere. 

The sound of breaking branches catches your attention next. It echoes through the woods and there was no way of telling which way it was coming from. 

“What’s happening?” Clint asks. He is now laying on his back, an arm draped over his eyes, too tired to continue tending to his wound. 

“Nothing. Probably just a deer” you quickly answer not wanting to worry him. Silently you unholster your gun and lay it close to your side. 

“I couldn’t sleep last night. Kept hearing wolves howling” he mutters under his breath just loud enough for you to hear.

You chuckle. “Technically wolves ululate but I get what you mean.”

Just then you hear the sound of more branches breaking. Clint sits up a little in spite of the pain bringing his bow and quiver of arrows closer to his body. His eyes are as wide as saucers. “That was not a deer.”

You keep perfectly still, silent and focused on the green and brown shadows where the tree’s clustered together as if to defend their lands from intruders. “Something is approaching and the forest is sounding the alarm.” You point ahead of you and raise your gun in that direction. 

Clint gently nudges your shoulder. You follow his line of sight to a shaft of light behind some distant trees and shadows moving before it. You readjust your stance flicking the safety off of your gun. 

Neither of you notice the shadow that emerges from the darkness behind you. The figure approaches slowly with silent footsteps. Only when it is too late and a shiver runs down the length of your spine do you sense that something isn’t right. Two breaths later an arm is secured firmly around your neck and you’ve been disarmed. You hiss when you feel cold metal pressing into the soft skin of your jugular. 

Clint whips his head around and begins to lift his arrow at the intruder. 

“Tsk tsk tsk” the arm around your neck tightens and you feel warm breath on the side of your face. 

Clint lowers his weapon letting out a breath he was holding. “Fucking finally, I’ve been dying over here.”

The arm around your neck loosens as the person it’s attached to spins you around winding her hands this time around your middle and nuzzling her face into your neck. You instinctively close your eyes. “I’ve missed you” you say into her skin inhaling her scent.

She kisses between the junction of your neck and jaw. “I’ve missed you too.” She pulls away inspecting you for any injuries. “Sorry it took us so long to get here.”

“Yea sorry bout that,” Sam says as he clears the tree line approaching your group, “we had to wait for Bucky here to get his hair did.” 

You chuckle giving him a fist bump. Nat joins Bruce to attend to Clint. While Tony radios Fury to update him on the situation. 

Bucky watches you pointedly with an unwavering gaze. “You ok?” he says walking towards you. 

“Yeah.” You answer looking down to your bandaged right hand. Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you. 

You sigh. “I punched a guy with an insanely strong jaw but I’ll be fine.”

“You really ok?” He asks again and reaches for your hand.

“Yea." You say quickly snatching your hand away from his grasp. "What’s this about your hair?” You change the subject and go instead to touch his hair.

He swats your hand away laughing. “We weren’t late because of me, you know.” You nod. “But I have been meaning to give myself a new look. What d’ya think?”

You eye his head of hair purposefully tilting yours left and right as if deep in thought. “Well,” you finally say, “have you thought of topiary?” He laughs shoving you gently. 

“Hey now, don’t push her she’s already injured” you hear Nat fake scold Bucky who quickly slinks off, arms raised in defeat. She lifts your bandaged hand to take a better look at it. 

“Why do you always get yourself into these messes?” she asks kissing your knuckles.

“I was just doing my duty.” You cup her cheek with your other hand. “Plus I’m fine, really I swear.”

She hums at your response. “Duty? That covers a multitude of sins.”

“You’re one to talk.” You pull her towards you and wrap your arms around her waist. 

“You know what? Let’s just go,” she says pecking you on the lips, “I can scold you when we’re home.”

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[lavender-jukebox]

I too adore this spider-bot.

Might I request a one-shot where a neutral femme Cybertronian ends up on Earth and caught in Tarantulas’s trap.

But the reader and Tarantulas find something in common and end up on a romantic date

Ofc! Tarantulas my beloved ♥️

I hope you Enjoy!

(I couldn't think of a title 😭)

Welp...this was a sticky situation that you got yourself into.

You've recently landed on earth just over a year ago, and already you're on the hiding from G H.O.S.T. agents and stuff. You thought this planet was gonna be a fresh start finally after the fuck long war, but nah. And to make things even worse? You were stuck in some giant ass web in the middle of a forest.

Scouting for energon was your only goal for the day, but now you're in trouble. Struggling against the webs, you tried to pull away but to no avail. The webs were too thick and strong and the more you squirmed the more you stuck.

"Scrap! Who puts traps in the middle of nowhere?!"

"I do." Said a voice.

The sound of someone else speaking was enough for you to stop moving and look around. You didn't see anyone at first, but a presence was felt, and you looked up to find a giant arachnid hiding up within the tree behind you.

"HOLY S-"

The face to face meeting was enough to make you jump and stumble a little, but to add to your luck, you lost balance and fell fully onto the web on your back.

"Scrap! Really?!" You groaned to yourself.

The spider bot thing seemed to be amused, but it was hard to read due to no expression on his face. It crawled down from the tree it was hiding in and transformed into its robot form. It hovered over you as you laid stuck in the web.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The bot/con/spider asked, in an almost demanding tone.

"I'm y/n. I didn't mean any trouble, really! I'm just looking for some energon." You replied, hoping he would believe you.

The other bot tilted his head as he looked at you, like he was studying you. It was a pause of awkward silence before he spoke once again.

"...you don't look like an autobot...or a deceptiocon either..." he thought outloud.

"Thats because I'm neither. I tried to stay away from the war, not wanting to be dragged into it. It's been going on long enough..." you stated.

He seemed interested in this answer and if he had eyebrows he would've raised one.

"So you're neutral?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to explain it" you answered.

"What about you? Are you a bot or con?" You asked with interest.

"Neither, I suppose I'm like you, neutral" He replied.

You nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, I guess we both can relate to something" you nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with a bad joke.

To your surprise, he actually chuckled. He seemed amuse at your joke and a little more interested in getting to know you.

"So y/n, how long have you been hiding here?" He asked.

"Just a bit over a year now. I heard about this planet, but obviously, some issues have not been resolved yet." You sighed.

"Indeed. Some bots don't know when to give up and accept fate." He replied.

"Yeah....But hey. Since I'm not a threat...can you please maybe...?" You gesture to the webs holding you back and he seems to comprehend what you're trying to say right away.

"...I suppose, but if you try something I won't hesitate to harm you." He warned as he used his appendages to release you from the webs.

You stood up to your full height and looked back to him.

"Thank you...uhm. what's your name?"

"Oh, apologies. My name is Tarantulas" He replied.

"Ah, nice to meet you, Tarantulas. If you're not busy...maybe we can go scout for energon together? I'm assuming you're also on the run due to traps being everywhere."

Tarantulas head tilted up in suprise as he looked at your face for any signs of trickery or evil intentions, but he found none.

"If it makes it easier...you can come with me to my lair for some energon. It's safer and hidden so we won't have to worry." He suggested. If you listened really carefully you could almost find a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Giving a kind smile towards him, you extend your hand gently towards him and nod.

"Id like that." You replied.

His frame relaxed slightly as he took your hand and began walking towards his lair. The two of you walked together, and now you had someone who you could trust, and someone who was as neutral as you, and more importantly, you wouldn't be alone anymore.

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[teamtakagi]

Older prompt by @larknnightingale . It was easier to write it in script form because my brain was tired, and Jerran's voice wasn't easily coming to me. Is there a point to this story? Absolutely not.

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Jerran: I got a weird one. It was right after I did the Joining and went through Training. Maybe my… second mission? 

So I’m in a forest in the middle of nowhere, out scouting ahead of the squad with my buddy, Moss. We come upon an abandoned archaeological camp. No sign of struggle, but lots of scattered papers and random old stuff lying around. 

Davrin: * groans* Archeologists are the worst. Smart people, but dumb as hell when it comes to actual fighting. Or having any sense. Bellara is an exception. 

Jerran: *mimicking an old hoarse man* “By the Maker's little toe, you're destroying history! Do you know the age of the stone golem stomping on us? Or the bridge those angry Genlocks and Hurlocks are standing on? It's priceless!”

Lucanis: I’ve had a few contracts like that.

Jerran: *switches back to his regular voice* Anyway, we track some of the archeologists’ boot prints to a side area and find a twitchy human who tells us that they got dragged off deeper into the forest. And he can show us the way.

Lucanis: Obviously a trap.

Jerran: No shit, right? Even Assan could've seen that. But Moss and me, we're young and dumb – okay, younger and dumber than now – and think we'll really impress the Senior Warden and some tavern girls if we do this ourselves.

Davrin: *sighs* So of course you followed him….

Jerran: Yep, followed him through the dark creepy forest without backup, only thinking with our little brains.

We’re on a tiny narrow path, getting smacked in the face by branches — which the stranger’s just walking under because he’s shorter than us. It’s annoying and I’m reaching up to push them away when I realize something like thread is sticking to my gloves. 

Lucanis: Mierda. 

Jerran: Right when I'm about to say something, we come to a clearing with a cave on one end. Lots of white bundles and cobwebs everywhere. The human disappears into the cave. 

I say, “Well, shit, this looks bad,” and turn to find a giant-ass spider with glowing beady eyes blocking our way. It's like the size of a small gondola.

Moss screams and blasts it with fire while I put an arrow between its eyes. We hear some chittering and turn to see at least ten more of those fuckers swarming us, with the guy riding the biggest one. Like he's the King of Spiders or something.

Davrin: You serious? It sounds like one of those kids’ plays.

Jerran: I swear it. I can’t make this up. 

Davrin: I call bull.

Jerran: *shrugs* Moss hates spiders even more than Darkspawn, so I tell him to run back to our group and get more help while I cover for him. Before he can sprint, one of those spiders covers him in webbing.

I start jumping around and throwing fire grenades and lightning arrows everywhere. Things get really bright and flashy for a while. 

Then I run out of arrows and grenades, and the last thing I see is a giant spider’s maw right in my face. Everything goes black and my last thought is, "Well, fuck.” 

Lucanis: *dryly* Obviously, you survived?

Jerran: I woke up to an antidote getting shoved down my throat and the Senior Warden yelling at me. Turns out, setting spiders on fire and nearly burning down the forest gets attention. Moss and I got latrine duty for a month *shudders* 

Davrin: So what was the human doing?

Jerran: The dumbass shem was breeding huge Southern Thedas spiders and fed those archeologists to them. He thought he was balancing the ecosystem or something? He was nuts. 

Moss got called the Moss Mummy for months after that. Never lived it down, really.

*awkward pause as he looks down into his cup, realizing that he didn’t see Moss with the survivors at Lavendel.  Then he gulps down some bad wine and grins a bit too brightly* 

Jerran: Any-waaay, never go in without backup and kill all spiders with fire. Lucanis, you said something about a contract on a bronto?

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M A N I A C

Summary:

You are dating sweet, gentle and quiet guy. But is it so?

Kim Namjoon

“Hey idiot stop staring at my ass!” you shouted at the guy who had been following you throughout your entire workout, continuing to stare at you like a pervert. You smiled with relief when you saw behind that pervert your boyfriend who walking towards you.

Namjoon grabbed the dumbbell, hitting the guy who was standing in front of you with force. Namjoon crouched down, giving several more blows to the guy's head, whose body lay lifeless in a pool of blood. “Namjoon-na,” you said barely audibly, your voice trembling with fear. You looked at your boyfriend with your eyes wide open in fear. It seemed like your heart even stopped beating when you turned your gaze to the dumbbell in Namjoon’s hand with blood dripping from it.

“Oh, that idiot...how did he even look at something that belongs to me?” Namjoon snorted as he stood up, throwing the dumbbell on the floor. “Babe, are you okay? Did he really scare you?” Namjoon asked, smiling sweetly at you. You stood in a complete daze of fear due to the behavior of your “calm” boyfriend.

Min Yoongi

“I don’t advise you to touch me,” you grinned at the guy who continued to flirt while trying to hug you.

"Or wh…"

You winced as blood splashed onto your face. Your jaw clenched as you watched the body in front of you stain the floor with blood. You looked up at Yoongi, who was calmly wiping the blood from the knife.

“Honey... it seems you forgot that I told you that I would kill anyone who dares to touch your body,” a smirk appeared on his lips as he met your gaze.

You chuckled leaning on the wall behind you. “No... I remember this part very well!” You said laughing quietly, wiping drops of blood from your face.

Kim Seokjin

Everything inside you screamed for you to run as far as possible, but your body did not listen because of fear. You stood in the middle of the hall, watching as Seokjin hit blow after blow, turning the guy’s face into a bloody mess. You practically stopped breathing the moment Seokjin grabbed the guy by the hair, knocking him to the floor, who left a slap on your ass calling you a “great whore.”

"How. Dared. You. Touch. My. Girlfriend!” Seokjin growled with every blow. Seokjin stood up from the guy before turning towards you, making you flinch. You slowly backed away in shock as Seokjin wiped the blood from his hands with a smile. “Don't worry baby, that filthy animal won't bother you anymore.”

He approached you, but you shuddered, pressing your back against the wall when he extended his hand to you. He smiled at you, gently moving a strand of hair behind your ear. His calmness and tenderness towards you, making you fear him even more after what he did.

Jung Hoseok

Fear gripped your body, preventing you from moving. You stood in the middle of the forest, not far from the campsite where you were coming for the weekend with your fiancé, gasping for breath, trying to take your next breath.

You watched with your mouth open as your “sweet and kind” boyfriend, laughing, continued to stab the guy who tried to kiss you while you were walking alone in the forest after dinner.

Hoseok looked up at you, and you yourself didn’t understand how the next moment you were already running through the dark forest at full speed. You squealed as a bloody hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your throat. Hoseok pinned you against a large tree, squeezing your throat tightly, preventing you from breathing. “Ah, my babygirl,” Hoseok pressed you with his body, and your body trembled even more from fear when you felt how hard-on he was. “How do you know that catch-up is my favorite game?” Hoseok laughed softly in your ear, running his tongue along your cheek.

Park Jimin

You backed away down the dark alley, unable to stop shaking with fear. You looked at Jimin in shock, who was completely covered in the blood of the guy who had been flirting with you all evening.

“Oh...fuck,” Jimin laughed, getting up from his squat. “And how did such a piece of trash even dare to look in the direction of my girlfriend?” Jimin kicked the lifeless body.

“Don’t come closer…” you could barely coax out these words in a voice trembling with fear.

“Mmmm baby...” Jimin’s quiet laugh made your blood turn into ice. Jimin closed the distance between you in two steps, covering your mouth with his hand as you screamed in fear. You could feel the still warm blood in Jimin's hands. "Baby why are you acting like you're afraid of me?" He asked with a smile as your eyes filled with tears.

Kim Taehyung

You went out into the fresh air at a boat party in honor of your new book. But the guy who pestered you, despite the fact that you spent the whole evening next to your fiancé, followed you out.

“Fuck, what exactly do you not understand about the phrase *I’m engaged and here with my fiancé*, moron?” you pulled your hand out of the grip of the drunk guy who continued to talk nonsense.

“Fuck this quiet nerd who blushes at your every word.” the guy grabbed your hand again, placing it on his dick protruding from his pants. “My dick will give you much more pleasure than boring sex with your nerd boyfriend...”

You squealed as a stream of hot blood sprayed out over your face from the guy’s neck. But what shocked you even more, was your fiancé who standing behind this guy.

“What a trash,” Taehyung said calmly, throwing the knife and the guy’s body into the ocean before turning in your direction. You fell to the floor as your legs refused to hold you up, fear filling every cell of your body.

“What...” you looked at your fiancé in shock. A calm and caring guy who wouldn't touch an ant had just, without any hesitation, mercilessly slit a man's throat and thrown the corpse into the ocean. And now Taehyung stood in front of you, still smiling sweetly and looking at you tenderly as usual.

“Sweetheart,” Taehyung took off his shirt, wiping the blood from your face and neck. “Oh, just look at this, that moron got you dirty,” Taehyung said displeased, as if a drink had been spilled on you instead of you being covered in blood. “Thank God we have another dress to you. Come on, I’ll help you change,” Taehyung said smiling broadly at you.

Jeon Jungkook

“Baby, baby, baby...” you heard Jungkook’s cheerful voice approaching your direction, instilling a primal fear in you. You watched through a barely noticeable gap in the door as he walked along the long corridor of an empty house, leaving bloody footprints of his bare feet on the floor. “Where is my kiss? I was such a good fiancé today!”

And how a romantic evening with your fiancé in a country house turned into a bloody mess. You were shocked when you walked into the living room. Everything around was decorated with candles and red roses... and in the middle of the room you saw Jungkook, whose hands were covered in blood up to his elbows with a knife in his hands, and sat on the motionless body of a guy. *Now you can go to work in peace*, Jungkook laughed turning the guy’s face in your direction. You gasped in shock, letting go of your bag and bottle of wine when you realized that this was the guy who was bothering you at work, pestering you and making vulgar compliments.

You covered your mouth with your hands, trying not to make a sound, even though how much you were shaking in fear, when Jungkook walked past the room in which you were hiding. You tried to take steps back as quietly as possible, hoping to get out of here.

"Found u!" Jungkook whispered and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck.

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Hi, me again. Was laughing about the lego minifig lumberjack that suspiciously is wearing the same outfit as the lego minifig werewolf and it resulted in me having the most unhinged thoughts about Supernatural. Again.

Once again my brain is overcompensating for how badly I enjoyed S1-3 and how little I enjoyed season 4 onwards.

Now I have gone on record as being someone who generally prefers the non-comedy episodes of the early seasons (HOWEVER a good comedy episode goes a long way in a dark and gritty series as a refreshing break. I love a sensible chuckle. Look at me.) but hear me out. But for your consideration:

You know the drill. Small town, missing people or animal attack reports, maybe both. Shady shit going on. They're not sure if it's worth the time but they were nearby, or Bobby reckoned it was worth checking out so they swing through town, figure they'll stay a few nights. The place is pretty, out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods. Picturesque and the people are nice. Maybe they could relax a few days while also sussing it out.

They can't immediately determine the cause, which is strange. There's always signs that they can equate to being this or that and "dad's journal" always has an answer. Almost always.

One of them goes out for a late night wander (probably Dean, look I'm predictable, but also it feels fitting - Sam got the demon blood ok) and gets attacked by something in the forest, and returns with a really weird bite mark that looks somewhere between canine and human. There's a bit of panic, yknow "What did it look like?" - "It looked like a werewolf! No not like, a werewolf, like a movie werewolf!"

And they're both freaked because there's a handful of horrible fucked up things that could be, and for most of them a bite is just a normal physical injury and the worst thing he'd have to worry about is rabies - but they test press a silver knife to his skin and.... Nothing. They try a few other on-hand items if they have them, probably some herbs and dried flowers, nothing. So they assume the bite's just. An animal bite.

Fast forward after one very tense day of research and uncomfortable vibes, and the sun goes down. And that's when things go to shit. It's not a full moon, which catches them off guard. Dean starts convulsing and twitching on the motel room floor and Sam is fucking panicking, searching for one of those curse-bag's that witches hide when they want to kill you. Dean has one nasty, gritty, panful transformation into something absolutely horrifying - going for my personal favorite - vaguely resembles human but very much weird wolf-man freak. He keeps his clothes but probably tears them up a bit as he's writhing about in pain. Sam is in shock, holding a machete out in defense trying to gauge the situation, Dean comes to and is just looking around in terror and confusion.

Probably have a stare-off before Sam just goes "... Dean???" and the poor guy cannot talk, can only make horrible throat noises, stumbles into the bathroom to get a look in the mirror and probably freaks out bad. Either bolts out the window in a panic, or bolts out the window cause he heard someone knock on the door hearing the noise of it all.

It's like the wishing well - so its some weird curse or local effect that's making a legend with its own rules become real - werewolves transform each night when the sun sets. There's something about racing against the literal setting sun that tickles me, and the added impact of it being something that requires management and mitigation each day is really fun.

So they have a shitty little time in this weird ass town trying to figure out; what's going on, how do we stop it, and arguing over if they call Bobby and tell him what happened or not.

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The Middle of Nowhere (Part 1)

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 1, 27 (details at bottom) Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Reader (no relationships) Summary: Best friends Bradley and Jake arrive in a snowy forest for one of their monthly trips together. And now that everything is all set, it's time to let the fun begin... Word Count: 1523 TW: The warnings are in the tags and at the bottom of fic, but please avoid if possible due to spoilers Notes: This is the first part of a mini-series (linked below). I am EXTREMELY round and excited about this series and hope you enjoy! Huge thank you to @loverhymeswith and @lorecraft for all of your help!💕 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

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“Come on, man. I’m freezing my balls off out here.” Jake jams his hands into his jacket pockets as he bounces lightly on the balls of his feet, his breath pluming in front of his face. “Can’t we wait and do this during the day when it’s warmer?”

Pulling the Army surplus bag from the backseat of the pickup truck, Bradley rolls his eyes at his friend. “What, and increase the chances of someone stumbling across us? Don’t be stupid. Just be glad it’s a full moon so we can actually see what we’re doing. We don’t need a repeat of last time.”

“I told you we were starting too close to that cliff but, of course, no one ever listens to me,” Jake mutters under his breath, looking around the clearing. Then, louder, he says, “Can we at least build a fire or something? Just while we’re setting up or waiting for them to get here?”

“You know we can’t. Stop acting like this is our first time doing this and just help me already.”

But Jake ignores his request as he throws his hands up in the air. “Well, whose bright idea was it to do this where there’s snow? We could have planned a trip to Florida or Texas o-or California. You know, someplace warm where I can actually feel my fingers and the girls are still showing some skin. I swear, every person at that bar had at least four layers on and that one chick looked like the kid from A Christmas Story.”

Finally unable to put up with Jake’s whining any longer, Bradley hurls the bag at his feet. Jake scrambles back with a yelp, his eyes wide as he throws his hands over his face. But after a moment when he realizes the snow has cushioned the bag’s landing, he relaxes but glares at Bradley. “What the fuck, man?”

“First of all, dipshit,” Bradley says, stalking over to drive his finger into Jake’s chest. “It also snows in Texas and California. Second of all, we didn’t drive all the way to the middle of fucking nowhere just for you to drool over every pair of tits you see. You know the rules. No fucking random girls on these trips.”

“I wasn’t gonna fuck them. But there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little look—”

“And third of all, we decided to come up here because you were tired of the same old, same old, and proposed changing it up. You wanted more of a challenge than empty desert plains or summer mountainsides, so we said we would either try the snow or the swamp this time. But since you were too scared of gators—”

“I didn’t say scared, I said concerned—”

“Scared—we decided on snow. So if you have a problem, you have no one to blame but yourself.” Bradley jams his finger deeper into Jake’s chest before turning around and walking back to the truck. “Now, if you’re done complaining, we have work to do. And the sooner we get everything ready, the sooner we can have some fun.”

Jake swears under his breath, but this time he sulkily trudges over to help. Bradley gives him a small smile and a nod as he hands him another one of the bags. Jake could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted to be, but the two of them had been friends since the first day of college so Bradley had gotten used to it for the most part. And at the end of the day, there was no one else in the world he trusted more. Plus, with everything Bradley was dealing with at work and with his family, it was nice to be able to just get out in nature with his best friend and let off some steam every month or so. 

And, despite the cold, this location is perfect. The moon reflects off the fresh snow illuminating the area and the pale trees surrounding them stand like silent guards as the two men unload their supplies. Twenty miles or so from the nearest town, it is the ideal place to set up camp with little chance of being disturbed. 

Bradley closes his eyes and takes in the sounds of the forest around him: the rustle of the frosty wind, the soft creak of the trees as they shift and bend, the low hoot of an owl as it takes off somewhere in the distance. The only man-made noise that can be heard is the crunch of snow beneath Jake’s boots as he walks over to place his bag next to the one already lying on the ground. They couldn’t have asked for a better spot.

Though he wasn’t going to admit this to Jake at the moment, Bradley is excited at the prospect of trying this in the snow. For the past ten years or so, he and Jake and occasionally a few other friends had been organizing these trips. And while he still enjoyed each and every one of them, things had started feeling a bit repetitive. He wanted more of a challenge, an extra layer of excitement and thrill that he just wasn’t feeling anymore. And this feels like it might be just the thing to recapture that spark. 

They haven’t even finished unloading the truck and already Bradley can feel a crackle of energy in the air that usually isn’t there. It’s as if the entire forest is holding its breath, just waiting in anticipation for the real event to begin. 

And who was he to keep it waiting?

As Jake places the last bag on the pile, Bradley scans the surroundings one last time before giving it his nod of approval. “I think we’re good to go. We still have to wait for them to get here, but I don’t see why we can’t get things rolling until then.”

“It’s about fucking time!” Jake whoops loudly, charging over to the truck. 

“Idiot,” Bradley mumbles softly to himself as he shakes his head, yet he can’t deny the adrenaline pounding in his veins at the thought of what comes next. He had been waiting almost two months to do this again, and now the time had finally come.

Jake runs over to the truck's left so Bradley takes his place on the right. As they both rest their hands on the massive metal toolbox in the back of the truck, Bradley catches Jake’s eye. The blonde is grinning like an idiot and practically vibrating with excitement. Bradley smiles back, and on the count of three, they both open their side of the toolbox.

As the winter air rushes into the box bringing the falling snow softly floating down inside of it, you begin to stir with a low moan. The drugs Jake had slipped in your drink must be beginning to wear off. You shift slightly in your cramped container but the ropes tightly securing your hands and bare feet prevent much more than that. 

Bradley watches with rapt delight as you flinch at the cold kiss of snowflakes settling on your cheek and, with what seems like a great effort, your eyes drag themselves open. For a moment, you stare up at Bradley and he sees nothing but hazy confusion in your gaze. But as Jake comes around the truck to stand beside him, twirling one of his knives as he grins down at you, that delicious dread-filled look of terror blooms in your eyes and you begin thrashing around in the toolbox, pulling on your bonds. 

So predictable, and yet, Bradley never got tired of it. The fear and helplessness that radiated from their prey was like a drug to him with a high that no other experience could match. Already, he feels the endorphins and dopamine rush flooding his system and he hasn’t even laid a finger on you yet. But once he had…

You begin hollering for help at the top of your lungs, the sound muffled slightly by the wonderland of snow all around you. It’s an understandable response and one that each and every girl they had captured over the years had tried. However, this time something is different. This time there are no tears or sobs mixed in with the screams. There is still fear, yes, but along with it is a determination, a fire they had only ever seen in a handful of prey.

Jake chuckles and nudges Bradley, his knife spinning faster as he soaks in the screams that only the two of them will ever hear. Bradley nods back, knowing they are thinking the same thing. This one is special. This is going to be a hunt to remember.

Several minutes later as your voice grows hoarse and falters with the realization that no one is coming for you, you curl into yourself as much as the box will allow—as if that could save you from them.

Climbing up the side of the truck so he towers over you, Bradley smiles, his eyes roaming every inch of your body. “Well, hello there, sweetheart. Ready to have some fun?”

Part 2 coming soon! TW: Dark!Bradley, Dark!Jake, Locked Away, Drugged, Explicit Language, Hunted for Sport, Mentions of Past Kidnappings

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[jamtoasties3316]

Okay two options for omega hitchhiker:

1. Experienced omega who knows exactly what she is signing up for. Omega Nico getting in Toto’s car in the middle of nowhere and obediently starts to unbutton his shirt when Toto pulls over to an abandonned parking lot. That far from civilisation no one hears him scream when Toto decides to fuck his ass because well… he can! Not that anyone’s gonna come to Nico’s help!

2. Clueless little baby omega that is actually helpless and is taken advantage of by the “nice stranger who is kind enough to take her in”. That Oscar anon inspired me so imagine little Oscar missing the last bus home and has to ask a kind stranger to give him a lift.

Mark is going home from a shit day at office and just goes why the fuck not when he sees the cute little omage on the curb. Oscar is pretty shaky and intimidated by the big omega and stumbles on his words when he describe his home address. The hand starts to climb up his thigh soon but Oscar keeps silent because he is very afraid of being abandonned after it’s dark. At least Mark is only one person.

He meekly points out that Mark took a wrong turn but Mark doesn’t stop until they are in a foresty place. Oscar’s eyes are filled with tears when the car stops and Mark’s hand finally finds its way to under Oscar skirt.

Mark knows he hit jackpot when he realises he just deflowered little Oscar when he sees the blood on his cock. When he is done with him, he drops him home, leaving Oscar terrified since now he knows where he lives!

1. Nico probably could go home a different way but it turns him on, the danger of it all ans the dirty old Alphas he meets fucking him! Nico unbuttoning his shirt when he gets in and letting Toto squeeze his little tits during the drive and obediently undressing further when Toto pulls into an abandoned parking lot. Nico getting his pussy fucked hard and once his slick has made Toto's coco wet enough, the Alpha pulls out and shoves it in Nico's little ass eithout much preparation. Nico is gaping in both holes by the end, a little more than he bargained for perhaps

2. Sweet little Omega Oscar stupidly missing his bus! He is in his work uniform with a cute skirt and ofc Mark will help him! Oscar being so cute and nervous and shuddering when Mark puts a hand on his thigh and he doesn't dare say no when Mark tells him to take his shirt off. Mark driving into the forest and getting out while Oscar is shaking in the passenger seat until he is pulled out too. Mark pushing Oscar against a tree and pulling his panties aside before thrusting his fat dick into the tightest pussy he has ever fucked. He is delighted to learn Oscar is a virgin and makes sure Oscar will remember this! He really has to force his knot into Oscar because he is so incredibly tight it barely fits

Mark driving Oscar home after, telling Oscar to keep fingers in his pusdy so he doesn't leak cum over the seat and Oscar is so scared because Mark knows where he lives...

[calamity-calliope]

Been thinking a lot about Enoch lately so you know what here's some Enoch lore.

-He is from The Woods. Literally from middle-of-nowhere Kentucky. If you ever wanted to get to his smithy you go through this sketchy ass forest.

-He joined Mosby's Rangers on account of the fact that he just kind of wandered into Mosby's Confederacy. He talked to the people who lived there. They told him that this was the Mosby Area. He thought, hey this sounds fun, and decided to go and find them.

-He was wounded twice in combat: nicked on the shoulder during the rout of Blazer's command and shot in the leg at Second Dranesville. Nothing serious, luckily, and he recovered from both wounds.

-He rode a large black Thoroughbred named Apostle. The horse was a gift from Mosby, who presented it to him after a successful raid. Apostle gained something of a terrifying reputation when, after Moffett had fallen from his back after being wounded at Dranesville, he wandered off and was not seen until after the battle. The Rangers found the horse feasting on the corpse of a fallen soldier. Apostle was returned to Moffett and nobody really spoke of the incident afterwards. Apostle would go westward with Moffett after the war.

-He almost died in a giant fire while in Wyoming

-His boss as a cowboy was a one-eyed Mexican-American War vet who was definitely up to some not super legal activities.

-He became a bounty hunter because being a cowboy was actually super boring and NOT like his dime novels.

-When he went to the Neath he absolutely had his two Colt .45s with him. Those are absolutely essential to his person and he will not shoot with anything else.

-He has no knowledge whatsoever of British people or culture or anything like that. The closest interaction he'd ever gotten beforehand was when the veteran Rangers told him about an English guy they used to know before he got fucking shot.

-He caused a gunfight in Spite not one day after arriving in London.

-And yes! He got kidnapped for this. Whacked upside and head and knocked out dragged into a dark alleyway all the motions.

-He actually had to be knocked out twice because the first time, he woke up, and started causing Problems. He is a genuine Problem Causer. Weasel of Woe go home.

-The Sequencers had to hurry and expose him to dawnlight before he could cause more.

-He lives in London and works as an operative/spy. Oftentimes called in on a hit when firepower is needed. Good friends with the urchins.

-You get rough with him, he'll show ya what he learned in old Virginia *dramatically draws guns*

Yee haw