#currently feral

[brasiliangp]

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[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, reckless driving, groping, physical violence, predatory behavior, sexual harassment, attempted r/ape, sexual assault

A poem:

The darkness, the darkness,

It's closing in.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

Enter with caution

Reader POV:

Pine needles. That was the first thing you could identify as you came back to consciousness: the distinct scent of pine needles. That and a gentle rocking sensation. It was soothing, almost like you were being rocked to sleep. There was a steady hum that vibrated through your entire body. But the peacefulness ceased when you were suddenly thrown to your right, colliding with a hard surface. As the squeal of tires on pavement startled you out of your daze, your body recognized a dull ache in your shoulder all over again. You winced with a hiss, opening your eyes as your memories flooded back. Ghost had caught you. He had grabbed you and stabbed a needle into your shoulder, injecting some kind of tranquilizer into your system. And now, you could see you were strapped into the passenger seat of his jeep as he drove you off into the night.

“Look who finally woke up,” Ghost said, glancing your way before fixing his steely gaze on the road ahead. “Was worried I’d given you too much.”

“Ghost, what’s going on? Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere we won’t be interrupted for a while.”

As much as you hated to admit it, his plan was a cunning one. With you passed out as he carried you to his car, he had painted a picture that wouldn’t raise suspicion. If anyone else was looking, they likely assumed you’d just had far too much to drink at the club that night, and your protective boyfriend was taking you home safely. If only they had known just how wrong they’d been.

You panicked, unbuckling your seatbelt and tugging desperately on the door handle. But the door was locked and you highly doubted he’d unlock it for you if you asked him nicely. As you moved, you immediately remembered what you were wearing. More specifically, what you weren’t wearing. The bottom of your dress had ridden up a bit, and the sensation of your bare ass against the seat reminded you that you'd been completely exposed and passed out for who knows how long. You turned towards him, eyes wide as you tugged your dress down and shrank back against the passenger door.

Ghost chuckled. "If you're thinking I put my hands on you while you were knocked out, I didn't."

"Y-you didn't?"

Honestly, you didn't believe him for a second. Knowing how unbothered he was about touching you whenever he could get away with it, it was hard to fathom that he'd suddenly become a changed man in the last - in however long it had been. How long had it been?

"No," His mask twitched as he smirked. "I considered it. But I want you wide awake and well aware of everything that happens tonight. Can’t have you passing it off as a bad dream, now can we?"

"Ghost, please," you begged. "I wanna go home. Just take me home, and we can talk this out."

"Negative, princess."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. He'd planned every detail of this moment just to get his hands on you, just to get you alone. And like an idiot, you'd walked right into his trap.

You felt around your waist, feeling for your phone. But you knew Ghost was far too smart to leave a loose end like that. As you suspected, your pockets were bare, and your phone was gone without a trace. Unable to think of anything else to do, you curled yourself into a tight little ball and tried to pretend this wasn't happening right now.

"Why are you doing this? Why can't you just leave me alone? Just take me home!"

Ghost scoffed, shooting you a piercing glare. "And what? Let you run away to König? Let you call Price the minute I turn my back? Not happening."

You slammed your hands against the dash, screaming in pure frustration. Desperate and terrified, you started kicking against the door with every ounce of strength you had. You wanted to break something. You wanted the door to just fly off its hinges. You wanted out. For a good five minutes, he allowed you to vent without comment or response. He only took issue with anything you were doing when your flailing turned into yelling at him.

“I fucking hate you!” You screamed. “You monster! You piece of shit!”

His eyes narrowed. "Watch it, princess."

"I'm not you're fucking princess! You sick, twisted fuck!"

Ghost growled as he clenched his jaw, his hands clutching the steering wheel so tight you were surprised it didn't immediately snap in two. "You watch your mouth!"

"No, fuck you!" You shot back, too angry and too frightened to hold back any longer. "I would never in a million years feel anything towards you. When will you get it through your head that I chose König? I’d rather die than even think about choosing you. He's a better man than you'll ever be!"

“You shut your mouth or I will shut it for you! That’s a fucking order!”

"No, you know what? I'm not one of your little underlings. Go find your own piece of ass and leave me alone! Or is that it? You can't! No one is willing to look twice at you because they can spot an asshole from a mile away. You think you're so tough, so important. But you’re just a sad little soldier who comes back home and acts like a petty little bitch!"

Without warning, your head slammed against the passenger window as the car accelerated abruptly, veering sharply off course. You didn't know where he was going, but you did know it was no longer on the main roads. The tires screeched against the pavement as you were thrown into yet another wild turn. Forget anger. The only thing you felt now was fear.

You yelped as the vehicle hopped a curb and barreled down a tiny dirt road that disappeared into the surrounding forest. Trees whizzed past your window in a blur. But while you were terrified and clutching at anything in reach to hold onto, Ghost was unconcerned and staring straight ahead. His eyes were narrowed to fiery slits as he sped through the maze of trees. You shut your eyes, making peace with the fact that this might be the way you would die. A head-on collision with a pine tree at top speed would not be a pleasant end. But you clung to hope that it would at least be quick.

Moments later, you were thrown against the dash like a ragdoll as the vehicle slid to a sudden stop. A sharp pain bloomed right below your hairline as your head crashed against the car's interior. With a soft groan, you reached up and immediately identified the warm, sticky sensation of blood over the broken skin. It wasn’t a lot of blood, and the wound wasn’t any more than skin deep. But it still made the danger of the situation that much more real.

You were sitting there, bruised and bleeding, in the middle of nowhere. Alone with a jealous man who wanted you for himself. A man who had no qualms about intruding on an established relationship and had already made multiple advances. A man who was used to taking any opportunity he could to help himself to your body without asking. This was bad. Really bad.

The car shut off with a click. For a moment, Ghost just sat there, chest heaving with rage as he continued staring dead ahead. As he did, you seized the chance to try to back out of this as fast a possible. You didn’t care that he didn’t deserve an apology. All you cared about was getting away from him as fast a possible. So, if that was a way to do it, you would happily do it.

"Please, Ghost,” You started, hesitantly. “I take back everything, all of it. I know I crossed a line and I'm sorry. Please, I just want to go home."

His response came out in a cruel bark as he seethed, turning his angry eyes on you. "You'll go home when I'm done."

The words made your blood run cold in your veins, his heated glare even more so. You sat there frozen in full panic as Ghost got out of the car and rounded the front of the vehicle, making his way towards you.

What were your options? Fighting him was completely off the table. You could run, maybe? No, he'd catch you well before you made it past the tree line. The only option you could think of was climbing over the center console, starting the car, and driving yourself as far away from him as you could. The keys were still in the ignition! You just had to get to them before he got to you. And now, he was just a step or two away from your door.

"Now or never," you thought.

You scrambled up onto your seat and dove for the driver's seat. Your fingers closed around the edge of the steering wheel, and you held on, trying to use that leverage to hoist the rest of your body across the center of the car. But Ghost reacted immediately. The passenger door flew open, and a vise-like grip clamped down on your upper arm. All it took was a firm pull to tear your hand free and send you careening back towards him. You kicked, and you screamed. But you were no match for his strength as he yanked you out of the car.

The back door opened quickly after, and you were quite literally thrown into the back seat. The impact knocked the air out of your lungs, dazing you. But you snapped back into action as quickly as you could. You barely had time to scoot back against the opposing door before he jumped in behind you. His hand shot out towards your ankle, and you yelped, barely escaping his grasp as you tucked it beneath you.

"Don't touch me!" you whimpered, hysterical panic beginning to set in. "I'll… I'll scream!"

He tried again and this time there was nowhere to run as his hand locked around your calf. And with one solid pull, you were yanked beneath his body. He glowered down at you, his hulking form hovering over you as he caged you between him and the seats. Fury was practically rolling off him in waves as his thighs squeezed in on your hips, easily holding you in place. One of his hands pressed against the seat beside your head while the other roughly grabbed your breast in a bruising grip. He squeezed at the soft protrusion as he spoke, seemingly reveling in your increasing horror as his fingers kneaded you through the fabric of your dress.

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

You squirmed and struggled, trying your best to push him off. But he just sank more of his weight onto you, making your efforts entirely futile. All you could do now was threaten him and hope something you said would scare him back to his senses.

“You could be dishonorably discharged for this! You’ll lose everything! But if you let me go right now, I won't tell anyone anything. I swear!"

Oddly enough, Ghost froze. His eyes didn’t hold even a hint of fear or guilt. Instead, they looked devious. Almost playful. He scrutinized you like he was thinking something through before saying it out loud. After a moment of silence, he pushed away from you and climbed back out of the back seat. You were both relieved and confused to see him stand at the door, propping it wide open and gesturing for you to get out as well.

“You know what? Fine. You wanna run so bad, go ahead and run. I’ll give you ten minutes starting right now. But we play by my rules. If you manage to get away, then I’ll let you go.”

You sat up, fear still coursing through you but warily intrigued by the sudden change. “Really?”

“Yep,” Ghost nodded. But his eyes darkened dangerously with his next words. “But if I catch you first, your ass is mine. Understood?”

Pulse racing, you frantically tried to think the proposition through. It reeked of false hope.

“Wait, wait. Just how far from the base are we? Where are we?”

Ghost didn’t answer your question but instead casually looked down at his watch. “Nine minutes and forty-eight seconds.”

Fuck. He wasn’t waiting for you to figure this out. It was now or never, and you didn’t waste any more precious seconds asking for details. So, scrambling out of the backseat and easing past where he stood, you took off sprinting for the tree line. You knew the odds were stacked against you. And you knew this could very likely be just another trap, a twisted game for his dark pleasure. But if he was going to offer you a free chance at freedom, you were going to take it no matter the risk.

A wary glance over your shoulder showed that Ghost was actually keeping his word. He was just standing there, arms crossed as he leaned against the jeep, watching your frenzied escape play out with interest. But as you sped into the underbrush and flew deeper into the maze of trees beyond, you desperately prayed that would be the very last you ever saw of him.

Ghost POV:

As difficult as it was, Ghost forced himself to stay true to his word. He’d give her a full ten minutes, but not a second more. Not following the rules is the quickest way to spoil a game. And this was a game he really wanted to enjoy. Yes, the cards were stacked heavily in his favor. But technically, he’d still given her a chance. Even if it was a slim one. If she actually managed to evade him out here, with all of his training? Though it would certainly be a disappointing ending, it would be one he’d have no choice but to be a little impressed by.

Checking his watch, Ghost noted that she had about five minutes or so left to do as she pleased. But he still wanted to be ready to start his hunt the second her time was up. The night wasn’t getting any younger.

Strolling around to the back of the jeep, Ghost hoisted the trunk open and rummaged through the duffle bags he’d stowed there ahead of time. In them were all the tools and playthings one could ever wish for. A candy shop of wares for him to pick and choose from as he pleased. It was hard to resist just grabbing them all and putting them to use all at once. But he had to save some of the fun for later. He had to be patient.

For the time being, Ghost was content with selecting just two pieces of equipment: a hunting knife and another dose of tranquilizer. The last item would only come into play if she actually gained the upper hand somehow. It was cheating, but only a little.

After he was satisfied with his collection, Ghost slammed the trunk shut and checked his watch again. With a smirk, he snapped his night vision goggles into place and headed off into the dense forest after his prey.

“Times up, princess.”

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[starskykarofsky]

Anyone else have a I’m gonna fuck that old man top 4?

[field-0f-flowers]

Me when I do my daily opening of ao3, and my favorite tags have almost 2 whole pages of fresh, spicy stories:

[fan-is-short-for-fanatic]

im totally normal about this band and its members. totally normal and not strange at all (dont look at my url)

Powerwolf 📸© Deadly Sexy Carl

[khajiithaswitchywares]

Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.

[lilaccmilk]

Ok but NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is just absolutely obsessed with you. Your scent, your voice, you body, infact everything about you is driving him crazy and he just can't wait to be inside you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who pounds into you as if it's his first and last time (though he fucked you just the night before)

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who can't help but go feral over how tight your cunt feels. And fucks every thought out of you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is not satisfied with just one round. He needs atleast 3-4.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who then walks around the house with his knot in you.

[sentient-forest]

#cecilsweep and Welcome to Night Vale trending #1 in 2023

[tatortart]

skids into yr house to talk abt viddy gams

[bunnieswithknives]

RAHHHh ok comics done I can post this now!!! He is having the worst possible time

[lonicera-caprifolium]

I just love them so much 😭

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

*rolls up 15 years late with Avatar the Last Airbender thoughts*

So I've been rewatching clips from the show lately to refresh my memory while I'm writing my Zuko Alone fanfic. And last night I rewatched the clip where Iroh teaches Zuko how to redirect lightning and I have had thoughts about this scene for years so I might as well finally throw them into the void of tumblr.

So, this scene is insane to me, because at the end of learning how he could-hypothetically- redirect lightning, Zuko looks at Iroh and, completely seriously says "okay I'm ready to try it with the real thing now". Like, Zuko, the boy with a massive scar on his face from where his father burned him just looks at his uncle and says, "shoot me with lightning".

And yes, he's 16 and not thinking but that's part of the point because the amount of blind, complete trust Zuko has in Iroh to look at him and say "shoot lightning at me" after the insane trauma he had at the hands of his own father- that is WILD to me. Zuko literally trusts Iroh so much that he just assumes, without even having to think about it, that no matter how volatile and unpredictable the lightning is, Iroh won't hurt him because Zuko cannot fathom his uncle hurting him.

And of course, Iroh's appalled because Zuko's standing there with a massive scar on his face from when his father misused firebending against him and likewise, Iroh cannot fathom hurting Zuko. And since IROH knows how volatile and unpredictable lightning is and how it could literally kill his son nephew he is absolutely NOT going to use it just to let Zuko practice redirecting lightning, but he's so flabbergasted that Zuko would even ask him that that he just kind of splutters angrily that he will ABSOLUTELY NOT shoot lightning at Zuko. (it's also just another layer of how messed up Ozai is because he shot lightning at Zuko without a second thought later)

But I hope Iroh thought about it later and realized the amount of pure, unthinking trust Zuko has in him because ;-; the child didn't even THINK about it. "Okay uncle shoot lightning at me now. I know I'll be safe because it's you." I love them so much 😭😭

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Dead dove: do not eat, intimidation, feeling trapped, drugging/tranquilizers, Kidnapping/abduction

Reader POV:

The floor trembled at your back as the thrashing bass from the speakers sent rhythmic tremors through the floor like ripples in a pond. A pond was a good parallel to how you currently felt, too. You felt like a fish, thrashing just below the surface as a fisherman slowly closed their net around you. But you would rather die than just let him win. Anything would be better than a fate of flopping around helplessly in your hunter's clutches.

You waited for what felt like an eternity, hiding in the dingy club bathroom. Any idea of escape that drifted through your mind, you dove for in hopes that it would get you out of your precarious situation. The first idea was to just wait until a group of girls came into the bathroom. If they weren’t too drunk, maybe you could tell them a guy was stalking you and get them to walk you outside as a group. But as the time continued ticking past, no one else came in.

And the longer you waited, the more you were certain Price and his men had already driven off, too. Hell, they were all probably back on base and fast asleep. Maybe you could make it to the bar and flag down the bartender? You could tell him Ghost was bothering you. Maybe he could call someone or fend him off just long enough for you to run? But then where do you run?

You passed the time anxiously walking through multiple versions of escape plans. But you realized every one of them were dependent on one key factor: where Ghost was right now. If he was waiting right outside the door, you were screwed. If he was waiting even a few feet away, you were still screwed. But maybe, if you waited long enough, he’d grow impatient and step outside for a smoke break. That was the one strong vice of his you were certain of. So you sat there and passed the time, praying he’d get hit with the strongest nicotine craving of his life.

Eventually, you climbed to your feet and faced the door. You took a few deep breaths, clenching and unclenching your fists as you gave yourself a quick pep talk. You could do this. You weren't sure how yet, but you'd find a way.

After pressing your ear to the door for a few tense seconds, you listened intently for any clues that might give away what was happening just outside. But you couldn't really hear much of anything over the music. So, muscles tensed for whatever might come afterward, you grasped the door handle and slowly inched it open a crack.

You held your breath and peeked around the edge of the door, fully prepared to slam it shut again if you saw even the slightest movement towards the darkened corner of the club. But to your surprise, you opened it further when you saw Ghost wasn't there. And creeping out into the open, you realized he wasn't anywhere near. Well, anywhere near that you could see. The crowd of guests hadn't let up at all. In fact, they'd increased in number as a fresh wave of customers descended on the nightclub. With a crowd this size, he could literally be anywhere! He was probably lurking somewhere out there, watching you that very moment.

Glancing over towards the bar, you could see a long line of impatient people waiting to buy themselves a drink. There must have been a shift change at some point that night. Because, behind the counter, a bartender you didn't recognize was rushing back and forth frantically trying to fulfill each request as quickly as possible. And you couldn't afford to wait for your turn.

So, head on a swivel, you half walked half ran to the front door. Every step along the way, you were certain a pair of strong arms would lock around you from behind, and you'd be caught. But, luckily, it never happened! As you barged through the front door and shut it behind you, you could have cried from the immediate relief you felt. Somehow, you'd done it! You still had to find a way back to base before Ghost realized you'd managed to slip past him, but the small victory gave you a brand new dose of hope.

It was that hope that spurred you on as you kicked off your heels, and you quickly walked further down the sidewalk away from the club. Once he realized you were no longer inside, outside would be the first place he'd come looking for you. And you didn't want to be anywhere in sight when he did.

The atmosphere outside was far calmer than where you'd just come from. A couple of people mingled in the parking lot, exchanging phone numbers or tugging each other towards their cars so as to continue their fun elsewhere. Some men were leaned against the club's exterior, smoking or slumped over from a drink too many. But, by default, you gave them all a wide berth as you started making your way down the sidewalk. You didn't know if they were the type to help themselves to a girl alone a night. It was unlikely that all of them were that kind of person. But you also didn't want to take a risk and end up regretting it. So you continued on your way.

Typically, dark and empty streets made you nervous. But at the moment, they were a great comfort since the shadows gave you adequate cover during your escape. Hugging the walls and storefronts of long-closed businesses, you jogged towards the first hiding spot you could see. From the looks of it, it was just a small alleyway between two establishments. But it was dark and unassuming, the perfect place to make a frantic phone call and beg someone to come get you. And the recycling bins deeper within it would act as perfect cover if you needed to duck out of sight.

Throwing one last glance over your shoulder to make sure Ghost wasn't already chasing after you, you slowly backed into the shadows and finally felt able to breathe again. You whipped out your phone, immediately lowering the screen brightness before dialing one of your coworkers.

But just as you were about to hit "call", you yelped as a strong force yanked you backward. Well, you tried to yell. But a large, gloved hand clamped down over your mouth as a needle was jabbed into your shoulder. Sharp pain shot through your arm as you kicked and twisted in their hold. But your attempts had no effect as your assailant dragged you deeper into the shadows behind you. Within a few seconds, your vision began to fade out. Your body stopped listening to your mind, going heavy and limp as a sudden tiredness completely overwhelmed you. And just before everything faded to black, an all too familiar voice laughed darkly in your ear.

"Going somewhere, princess?"

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[bklily]

HOW ARE WE FEELING TWST ROOK FANS

[noodles-and-tea]

parentlock for the soul?

His dear Watson <\3

[burquillos]

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