#eheh violence >:)

[ying-doodles]

hold onto each other like they are the last thing you have left in the world.

:)

[certified-silly-guy]

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Nuh uh

[tokoyamisstuff]

Hey! I just found your blog and I’m now obsessed with the variant marks! If it’s alright to ask, do you have any HC for them??

Invincible Variants x gn! Reader

Warnings: pretty marysue, toxic relationship, angst, mentions of canon-typical violence and death

A/N: heya, love! so glad I infected you with the hype ehehe. since you didn't specify what kind of hc's you wanted I just threw in whatever came to mind. 💌

Omnivincible idolizes his father to an unhealthy degree, but ultimatively if he ever had to decide beween him and you he'd choose the latter.

It was easy for him to get rid of all his friends and allies, hell, even his own mother...but he spared you, unable to imagine a life without you by his side.

He keeps the true nature of your relationship a secret, having convinced the empire that you're merely a slave for his personal entertainment, but he does consider you his legitimate mate. Be ready to get called his 'pet' a lot, but he'd rather have you like this than not at all.

While mostly in denial about all of the obstacles and dangers to this secret affair, he's relentlessly searching for a way to artificially extend your lifespan.

Movincihawk is one of those people who are somehow stupid and smart at the same time. I bet his father never actually made him see a school from the inside, thinking their inferior human knowledge is beneath them. So while he's a capable fighter and strategist, you somehow have to explain the most trivial concepts to this man - and he's absolutely delighted every time, even though he's too distracted by your beauty to actually listen.

This one is all bark and no bite honestly. He's a bully and loves harmlessly pranking you but if anyone disrespects you in any way they're suffering dire consequences.

Behind closed doors he'd do anything for scraps of your approval really. Out of that very same reason he loves to brag and show off, as well as indulge you in any way he can think of.

Frankly he doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks about his feelings towards you. Not that anyone would dare speaking up anyways.

I feel like Sinister is a born sociopath, and his universe probably is a tad bit more evil in general. Like there was no major event or anything that led to him being this way, this is just his default.

On the inside he is a deeply insecure person and tries to mask it through his god-complex. Rarely and only subtly he lets his guard down around you, just to become ten times worse afterwards, to compensate having shown weakness.

His fixation on you began when you dared standing up to him, unafraid despite being like a bug he could crush under his boot any given time. This fascination made him keep you alive long enough to develop romantic feelings for you, however he is still in denial about them.

Emotions in general are a foreign concept to him, so he keeps telling himself you're just a fleeting pastime. Even you are not safe from his sadistic tendencies, especially since he revels in trying to scare you away and knowing you'll always come back to him eventually.

The immense arrogance of Target/Striped Mark stems from him being raised 'for greatness' from the very beginning. He spent his entire childhood secluded from any civilization, alienating him from earth's inhabitants.

Back during his teenage years, after his powers awakened, he gave in to his curiosity and explored the planet and their people incognito, meeting you by sheer coincidence. Although his upbringing had indoctrinated him to believe you to be a lowlife, he felt drawn to you again and again.

When you found out about his true nature, he didn't leave you any choice and instead abducted you directly. He is a very strict man and has high expectations not only in himself and his subjects, but especially in you. And even though he has a soft spot for you, you better not disappoint him.

Fun fact: Him shouting so much does in fact not stem from his obvious anger issues, but rather a training injury that left his hearing permanently impaired.

No Goggles Invincible was probably raised the most merciless, being tormented both emotionally and physically from a very early age. This caused his mind to break at some point, which is the reason he's acting even more unhinged than the others.

In his dimension Debbie sided with her husband, and Mark greatly blamed her for not having protected him from Omni-man's abuse, ending up in him ultimatively killing both of his parents. So it's no wonder he has major trust issues, trying to control you through fear. Prepare for mood swings, regular break downs of his and random loyalty tests.

Due to his hardly contained sadistic site, he has a hard time restraining himself from harming you. On the other hand he also greatly enjoys you inflicting pain on him in any way possible. Sadly this is the only form of closeness he's used to, and being treated tenderly is actually frightening to him.

Once he almost killed you in a violent fit of rage and this mistake haunts him to this day. Ever since he's terrified of touching you.

Viltrumite Invincible got abducted by Nolan shortly after birth and was raised among his people, only returning decades later to finish what his father started.

And just like the main timeline Nolan, he folded like a lawnchair after crossing paths with you. It was love at first sight really, and being subjected to true affection that was frowned upon in his culture was just the nail that sealed the coffin of the empire.

Several times he had tried to regain his focus, coming with the intent to kill you for distracting him from his goal, and yet much to his frustration he could never bring himself to do so. The last time he tried he ended up asking for your hand in marriage.

Unlike his father however he confessed the truth to you way earlier, claiming that meeting you made him reevalue everything he was ever taught.

Prisoner Invincible got his scars as a punishment for rebeling against the Viltrum empire and trying to take over their reign. Actually they intended to rehabilitate him out of sheer desperation for their population was dwindling, but he couldn't care less.

Unlike the other variants who joined their father since it's the path of least resistance, he refused to after being told you wouldn't be allowed to be together. He is as much of a dangerous and ruthless individual as his counterparts, but he always remained loyal to you. It was the two of you against the rest of the universe, quite literally.

Even after finally being reunited with you his disfigurement never really bothered him, since the bond you two shared exceeded anything else.

The most similar to the original Mark would be Unmasked Mark, at least in the beginning. Yet he soon realized that any resistance to the power of Viltrum was useless, so he just gave in to his fate and worked for a cause he deeply despised.

Even after his betrayal and you ending up joining the resistance you'll find yourself entangled with each other every time you'd clash. Until the very end you believed that he'd have a change of heart, never stopping to treat him with kindness despite being on different sites of the battle.

Over time he became so immeasurably hopeless and full of self-loathing that he killed you as an act of mercy, in order to spare you a gruesome death during their explotation of the planet.

He still listens to your old voicemails, it's the only way he can find some sleep.

Fully Masked Invincible is the most sensitive of the lot but far from innocent either. He took the risk and tried to stop Viltrum from the inside, but their influence slowly but steadily corrupted him from the inside. And the less human he felt, the more he feared he wasn't worthy of your love anymore.

Viltrum considered his sentiments for you a flaw, and even though he ended the relationship to keep you out of harm's way, they got rid of you so you couldn't intervene with their soldier any further. He blamed himself for not having been there to defend you, haunted by nightmares of how he held your limp body as life left your eyes.

He was never able to fill the void in his heart, and with nothing else to live for he continued to work for the empire, growing callous to all of the carnage around him as everything seemed pointless without you.

Shall he succeed to get another version of you back with him, he's awfully overprotective, the mere thought of losing you again making him paranoid. Expect anything from constant surveilance over being imprisoned and even people close to you getting murdered 'for your own good'.

[insidi0summoved]

@depictedblue 〃 starter call : not accepting

" Don't pretend like you're asleep. . . I can feel how fast your heart is beating, darling. "

[yandere-sins]

Monstober - Day 2: Werewolf/Werecat

I had a request for the continuation of my last werewolf!boyfriend story for at least a year now... time to make it nasty, ehehe >:3 I dedicate this to all my monster readers, and those that really enjoy knotting. >:3

First Part here!

Prompt: Werewolf/Werecat | Full Moon // Claws // Beastly Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Fem!Reader, Dub-Con, Praising, Degradation, Knotting, Knotfucking, Nicknames, Cunnilingus, Orgasming from pain, Use of pheromones to make darling horny, Mentioning of sexual manipulation, Monsterfuckery (more animal than human in this case), Talking about pregnancy), Violence (Breaking a door, Biting, Blood Mention, Mention of claws), Animal behavior, Monster descriptions, Very long post

"I know... Maybe... But the smell... No, no, no... Ah, I want to..."

Scraps of a conversation—one not held with you—reached your drowsy mind, slowly pulling you out of your dreams, which were almost as grim as reality. Ever since you discovered your boyfriend's true nature on that full-moon-night weeks ago, your depression had grown more and more. You fought at first, reasoned, pleaded to what was left of your sweet boyfriend. But the animal had taken roots too deep for you to tear them out.

And now, there was not much to do other than sleep.

The cottage had never felt like home, but it was suffocating now. When he wasn't around, you were locked up. And when he was home, he was overbearing, doting, and downright creepy. You caught him sniffing the bathroom door more than once just because you hid inside the room for a while. He explained that he just wanted to ensure you were okay, but you couldn't be so sure about it.

Hearing him pace back and forth behind the bedroom door wasn't as alarming anymore as it should have been. It didn't alert you right away, since he always seemed to be around, even when he wasn't. But this night was special, and between depression naps and being force-fed canned ravioli, this time, you did strain your ears after shaking off the initial drowsiness.

"Ah, awake, good, good... No! No, not good, not good! No..."

You sighed, listening to his rambles turning into a soft whine, the longing scratching of his nails against the bedroom door. From your position on the bed you spied the key still dangling from the lock, followed by countless steel locks snapped into place next to the frame. He had advised you to do it, and spending a night alone in your room was more of a pleasure than you cared to admit.

It was another full-moon night.

The first one since you found out, to be exact. And it hadn't been you who raised concerns at realizing it, your ex still remembering the blood bath he left after last time. It hadn't been intentional, but after throwing you across the parking lot, scratching you with his claws while carrying you, and biting your ankle when you didn't want to stop fighting, he had been devastated, wishing to avoid the bloodshed at all costs.

Of course, you wanted to avoid getting hurt again, too, even if your feelings and desires had become relatively meaningless over time. You still wanted to fight, but hiding was your second best option, and knowing he cared just a little about your well-being gave you some hope that not all was lost. One day, you'd escape him, but maybe not on this particular night. All you had to do for now was wait it out, keep quiet, don't alert the beast of your presence.

"Hrngh, mate... need to... mhm, no. Not like this..."

If only he wasn't so damn annoying.

"Just shut up!" you yelled, unable to fall asleep even after trying your hardest. It was bad enough to be in this situation, you didn't need a velcro werewolf to add to your misery and deny you the one thing you liked doing—sleeping in peace.

A soft whine escaped your ex as he halted in his tracks, and you sighed, feeling stupid that you blew your cover completely. Now that he knew you were definitely awake, he'd probably create an even bigger ruckus, especially when you refused to let him in. You heard his body rubbing against the wood, followed by the sound of his sniffing, and you cursed the door for being so poorly soundproofed. Ever since you found out what he was, he didn't hold back the strange mannerism his other form brought with. And you wanted nothing more than to escape the weirdness of this inhuman beast.

He groaned on the other side of the door, and you groaned inwardly as you realized even his breathing had gotten annoying.

"What are you even doing?" you asked him, not needing to yell for him to hear.

"N-Nothing..." he stuttered, sounding dejected and pathetic as he mumbled it into the doorframe. He had always been a lousy liar, but saying this while behaving like a mad dog was almost insulting. Some more hums and sighs reached you ever so often, the creepiness of it all rattling you every time.

"Can you go away?" you asked, annoyed. You wouldn't be able to go back to sleep like this, feeling constantly threatened and grossed out by his presence like this. But your ex merely slumped against the door, letting out a mix of a groan and a growl. It was as if he was on drugs—and not the good kind.

Grabbing your pillow, you wrapped it around your ears, hoping to eradicate the sounds coming from the door. But like so many times before, your hopes were literally smashed as you heard the frightening sound of violently cracking wood.

Immediately, you sat up, staring wide-eyed at the door. It was a small frame of pliable wood, but for some reason, you had felt safe with it separating you from the monster outside. As if it, with all the locks he installed and let you manage, could keep him out. But as you watched the door bend, his body slamming into it from the other side, you realized it had never been enough, not nearly.

"S-Stop!" you called out, and an inhuman growl escaped from behind the splintering wood.

"No stop," the beast growled back, the sounds of claws raking over the wood sent goosebumps down your spine. "My mate..." he sighed in that awful, inhuman voice, and you gulped as you listened to the sniffs. "I know where you are, Mate. So desperate, so in need."

You gasped as his shoulder finally broke through the door, pulling out of the hole it punched through, only to be replaced by his face. You sat completely still as his eyes roamed, taking only milliseconds to find and fixate on you. He had already shifted most of his features, hair growing where it wasn't supposed to, eyes turning from soft green to an intense emerald, his pupils small and digging into you.

Both of you stared at each other for what felt like hours, but you were surprised when he groaned once again, sounding desperate as he withdrew. Before you could say anything, his arm—already fully shifted, with claws for nails and the greyish-brown fur of an animal coating his skin—burst through, getting caught on the splintering wood, yet not caring as it pawed at the locks. Desperate to get it. To get to you.

"Mate," he whined, stopping in his tracks. "Let me in, yes? Let me make you feel good."

You shook your head, unable to voice your thoughts. As if you'd let that thing inside and do harm to you. No matter what it said, that wasn't going to happen.

Another growl, the door shaking while he gripped the first lock, yanking at it. After losing his grip once, he tried again, and before your very eyes, the first lock crumbled in his fist. He wouldn't be stopped by something puny like this, whether you helped him or not. You carefully clambered out of bed, not feeling safe cowering anymore. Desperate, you fiddled with the lock on the window, hoping it would be just as easily removable as your ex made it seem.

Crunch, gone was another lock on the door, the wood bending and creaking further as a body much larger and heavier leaned against it.

Just your lock didn't budge, even as you yanked and begged it to give way. "Come on," you whispered, and the beast growled from behind you, only encouraged by your words to break another one of the door locks.

But suddenly, in the middle of your frenzy to escape before the werewolf could get to you, you heard a whine louder than any before. The arm retracted, and you listened to the chaos unfold outside as the body of your ex slammed into the furniture in the hallway, scraping along the walls.

"No! No, stop! She's scared, she doesn't want this!" This was clearly your boyfriend's voice, begging with something—most likely himself—to stop. Your heart swelled with thankfulness, knowing he was the only one able to subdue the beast. But it was strong, as it had showcased so many times now.

"Yes, she wants," the beast growled. "She's fertile, she's ready. We waited so long to be one. Be one with our mate. Now we have her, and she needs us!"

"But she's not a werewolf! She's not ready for... for this!"

There was so much disgust and hate in his last words, and although you could imagine he meant this situation, you weren't sure if that was truly what he was implying. Maybe there was something more, something even worse, awaiting you that only your ex knew about.

Much to your own shame, your thoughts drifted temporarily, and you were unable to shift them back to focus. Fertile, ready, being one. It suddenly clicked what this monster wanted, and heat flooded your body, causing your core to clench. This had never been about hurting or scaring you.

The monster was, quite literally, trying to mate with you.

A gravelly groan escaped the beast, and you shuddered, feeling caught as the sound raked through your body unwillingly.

"There, she's ready. Waiting for us. Need us," it growled before softly whining, the sound of your boyfriend's voice not reemerging this time.

"I'm ready, too, need to see that pretty cunt, lick up that sweet scent."

Never once since finding out about your ex's secret had you thought about sex with your boyfriend. Depression killed most of your libido, and his touches disgusted you rather than excited. But he, on the other hand, or perhaps that beast controlling him, apparently had.

Looking out of the window, you had a full view of the bright full moon, hanging like an executioner's axe above your head. Even if you could escape this room, you knew you couldn't outrun the monster. Not with his enhanced senses and abilities. You could try to fight him, but your chances of success were slim with his superior strength and the possibility of you freezing up when you were face to face with the creature.

What should you do then? Simply... give up?

You shuddered, another cracking reminding you the monster was again working on opening the door. On getting to you. He wouldn't stop. He didn't when you screamed and begged, didn't when you were obviously afraid. There was no reasoning with an animal, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"Mhm, sad... Mate sad," your ex whined through the gap in the door, his voice mixing into the monster's way of talking. As if to lure you, like the big bad wolf had with little red riding hood. "Soon. I'll be there soon."

You knew it would be.

Surprised, you found yourself in front of the door, watching as the gnarly arm yanked at the second to last lock, impatiently trying to tear it off. There wasn't much you could possibly do to save yourself, but it was all too much to bear for your psyche. Tears fell freely as you reached up, not even realizing you had come so close to the beast, and brushed your hand over his fur. He stilled, letting go of the lock as he reached up instead.

Your breath hitched as you thought he would wrap his paw around your throat, but instead, his palm cupped your face, clawed thumb wiping away the tears. "Open the door," he rumbled softly, commanding it despite the gentle instruction. "Let me come in, mate. Let me comfort you."

His hand fell from your face, brushing down your body. There was something so strangely sensual in this huge paw of a hand gently caressing your body, even if the claws could slit you open at any given moment. You were going crazy, but you didn't move, didn't shove him away as you should have. He drove over the curve of your breast, his knuckles getting caught on your nipple, flicking it one after the other before he moved on to the side of your hip. Then the hand slit around the small of your back, pushing you closer to the door before settling above your ass.

Its presence was like a threat, and you reached up with shaking hands, slowly fiddling with the key to the door before unlocking it. Two more to go.

"Good," it growled. "I can smell your arousal. I'll see to it soon, pretty mate. Open it. Open the door."

Click. Did you want it to? Did you perhaps want that werewolf to get to you, ravage you like the beast it was? Had you gone insane after a month of isolation and depression? Your breath hitched as you reached for the last lock, the steady growling turning into more of a purr as his hand spread over your asscheek, slowly rubbing it, fingers dipping down too low for comfort with his elongated tips. Yet, when he pulled them from between your legs, you followed his touch, chasing the tingles he left in his wake.

Yes. You had gone insane. Fuck, you must have been mad, but your hands acted on their own as they unlocked the last barricade between you two.

"I-I'm opening it now," you announced, and the monster hummed appreciatively.

"Yes... Yes, you open it now, sweet thing. Let me in."

Your breathing ragged, the last lock clicked open much too easily, and you stepped backward as the wood creaked open. The monster's arm retracted after pushing down the handle from the inside, the splintered wood cracking out of the way as the creature's massive body broke through the frame.

There was more growling as it got stuck in the small opening, his body way too massive to fit, but it was too eager to wait. The werewolf jammed into it, shoulder and legs getting caught as he couldn't decide what should go first.

You gasped, noticing he hadn't even shifted fully yet, with much of your ex-boyfriend's features remaining as you caught his gaze, looking at you with desperation and sorrow.

"S-Sorry," he stuttered, his voice the growl of a beast, yet you knew it was your boyfriend talking to you. Telling you he couldn't stop it—no, he couldn't stop himself. You needed to stop differentiating the two when they were one and the same. And you were what they wanted, they desired, even if his rational part tried to protect you from the one that ran purely on instinct. You were prey. Prey that the werewolf wanted to fuck and then devour.

For some reason, that revelation made your heart race faster, and your legs clenched tighter together, a shuddering breath escaping you.

"Pretty mate," he sighed. "Pretty, pretty. So needy, so ready."

"W-What do you mean?" you asked him, and his grimace twisted into a grin.

"I can smell it. You are ripe and fertile. You're gonna take my seed and you will enjoy it, begging to have my cubs."

A gasp escaped you as you were slowly backed into the wall to the side of the bed. It was moments like these that made you regret not caring enough before. Not stealing a knife from the kitchen or asking for silver to protect you. Fuck, how could you have been so stupid as to open the door?! How could you do this to yourself?!

Your core clenched, and the shameful realization finally dawned on you. It had been some time since your period, and that meant... you were ovulating. Your libido may have been off, but nature didn't miss. Especially not if your boyfriend had some weird, werewolf pheromones you didn't notice before. It was your only explanation for wanting this thing anywhere close to you. You two used to have a very active sex life, but you had always used protection, and he had never pressed you to do what you didn't want. Maybe that made you too easily persuaded now, in this situation. A false sense of trust

"Don't be scared," the creature purred, reaching out his fully shifted arm towards you. "I'll take good care of you. I'll start right now."

With that and the terrifying sound of wood breaking, that massive monster plummeted to his knees, more hair sprouting as the full transformation took place. You watched in horror and awe as his snout elongated, teeth sharpening, and ears protruding from the top of his head. You wanted to throw up, but you had no time as the snout leaned forward, landing right between your legs.

The deep inhale could be felt through all the layers of clothes on you, and you felt your own wetness betraying you as it seeped into your panties. The monster was way too huge, even as he knelt, his body bending in what must have been painful for him just so he could kneel before you and sniff your privates mercilessly, driven by the need to satisfy his and your cravings.

Pushing his snout upwards, an electric shock went through you as it flicked your clit, maw splitting to allow his tongue to lap out. It was so damn long, able to easily slip between your asscheeks from his front-facing position. And it moved like a separate entity, a snake able to buckle and twist, eager to taste all you were offering.

Claws hooked beneath the waistband of your pajama, and you squeaked as he rapidly pulled them down to your ankles. His tongue moved out of the way only to let the fabric pass, immediately slinging back between your legs, licking up all the excess wet coating the inside of your thighs. You let out an involuntary moan as the tip of his tongue poked at your entrance through the fabric, and the monster chuckled, his tongue vibrating along to the sound.

It was almost too much. Your body bent forward, the monster's shoulders perfectly in reach to grab onto, and you leaned into his snout. He took it as a sign of your willingness, arms reaching out to support you by the hips, and you whined as the thick muscle pressed into you teasingly. You'd never be able to take it fully, and the fear gave you another pang to your core, making you imagine what it would be like inside you, winding and twisting around.

You felt so embarrassed that you were thinking about these things, not understanding why your body would crave them. But you couldn't stop. Couldn't stop thinking of the ways it could lap at your folds, play your clit, or dig deeper than anything ever had before. Maybe with a tongue like this, your orgasm wouldn't be an every-once-in-a-while thing but a constant, double, triple pleasure that only you got to experience. You were fucking going insane, and the shame almost turned you on more.

"So good," the monster praised, and the deep sound shuddered through your body. You raised onto your tiptoes, realizing you were so close to the edge of depravity. But that was when he sniffed your soaked-through panties, inhaled with a long, deep breath before suddenly closing his maw, leaving you breathless and violently tingling.

"You're ready," the creature announced and you whined as he pulled the last bit of pressure—his nose—from your clit, leaving you with nothing. You didn't know you could be this needy, but your fingers curled into his fur, silently willing him back to give you the earth-shaking orgasm he had built up to.

"You need to be filled up, sweet thing. Need my seed to swell your belly until it bursts and give you what you desire, little mate."

His hold on your hips grew uncomfortably tight, but before you knew it, you were lifted off the ground. A breathless gasp escaped you as you were carried over to the bed, your head hitting your pillow with a soft "Uff!" escaping you. But when you opened your eyes, the werewolf was right there, his legs spread on either side of the bed, one arm gripping the iron headboard that creaked underneath the pressure of his grip.

It felt incredibly threatening to have him hover above you like this. Still, at the same time, you couldn't help but flush with heat as he looked down at you, that massive monster looking at you as if it was either lovestruck or famished, satisfied some inner demons of yours. That was, until your eyes fell below his waistline, seeing the red, angry erection that awaited you there, jutting out of the fur and merrily spilling precum as if it was lube.

With a groan, your ex reached down, gripping his massive cock awkwardly in his clawed hand. More cum gushed from it, and his hips pounded forward into the hold. There was no way you could take that, its girth unimaginable inside your small, human pussy.

Some of the hot spill touched your bare legs, your pants discarded on the floor where you had stood, and you jolted from the heat. It spread like wildfire, the thought of being filled with it almost sending you over the edge right then and there. The idea of your womb filled up with this hot, heavy seed was so enticing to you, although you didn't realize it had been a kink of yours. Something felt so off about your reactions, yet you couldn't determine what. You couldn't turn your eyes away from his cock, not even as his hand slid back, fingers spreading further to envelop the bulbous growth at the base. You swallowed thickly as you watched him squeeze and massage it, the discomfort clear in his movements, yet his tip just wouldn't stop spilling.

"Open your legs," he growled, and you shuddered as hesitation and willingness fought inside of you. It seemed the monster didn't have the same concerns as you had, willing to tear you open just to get his dick wet. And a part of you wanted to be the one wetting this dick, but this time, rationality won.

"N-No, it won't fit!" you squeaked, slamming your legs shut as hard as you could and moving backward until your shoulders hit the iron frame.

"It will," the werewolf snarled confidently. "You are more than ready, little mate."

"No! No, you will hurt me! I can't take it--"

The deep growl that clattered his teeth shut you up fast, and you turned your head away as he lowered his towards yours. His snout ran from your temple to the side of your throat, brushing away your shirt to expose more of the soft area between your shoulder and neck. When he licked over the spot, you felt a jolt of pleasure rake through you, a weird kind of connection developing with this monster.

"You are my mate. I long prepared you for this—longer than you realize. Spread you wide, marked you, let you smell my pheromones. You were always going to be mine, even when you didn't know it. You were ready before you found out about this, but tonight, you'll finally take your place as my mate. Mine."

Pushing his hips down, they connected with yours, and you temporarily forgot to clench your thighs, allowing the monster to rub his cock against your cunt. It was hot, wet, and ready, and with your soft whine, you signaled that you were, too.

With his free hand, he reached down, grabbing your left leg before pulling it to the side. With another sniff in the air, the monster let out a satisfied rumble before stretching out his pointer, slipping the claw under the fabric of your panty.

You gasped as the fabric tore at the smallest of tugs, easily giving way to your bare pussy, and you felt almost the same sense of shame as you had at your first time with your boyfriend. Shy, virginal. Perhaps because, to this werewolf, with his heightened senses, you were much more exposed than normally. He saw, smelled, and tasted everything so much more and did so with the greatest of pleasures.

"Mhm, tight," he commented as he looked down.

"Too tight," you whined, and he snorted.

"Perfect."

Pushing your leg back, he brought his own forward to secure it in place, and letting go of the headboard, he swept your other leg up to rest it above his. You hadn't even noticed the swift lifting of your hips he did, only feeling the softness of your blanket underneath them when he had already elevated you. He was surprisingly considered for a beast, but that wasn't what you should have been thinking about.

"Hold here," he instructed, guiding your hands over your head and to the iron rods that made up the headboard. With shivering hands, you grasped them and looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes not wavering from yours as he reached down to position himself.

"Good girl," he chuckled, and you couldn't help more heat spreading to your cheeks as you looked away first.

Cursing the wave of excitement, only measured against the fear of being penetrated by something so big, you whined softly as you felt his tip press against your entrance, your pussy gaping after this promise of finally getting the orgasm you had been denied before.

His snout leaned down, brushing against the side of your face reassuringly, and you heard that eery purr rumble in his chest again. With his own hands gripping the top of the headboard, you began to realize what you had allowed. You shifted on top of his lap, pulling yourself further away, but his hips followed, caging you between his body and the headboard.

"No, no wait!" you whimpered, panic spreading through you as your body prepared with all the adrenaline it could muster.

"No more waiting, little mate," he replied and his hips snapped forward.

A soundless scream ripped from your throat, your spine arching as the whole shaft of his cock invaded you, split you wide open, and tore your entrance as the bulb tried to follow into your depths.

"It's too big!" you complained, but your words were all but one big moan that only encouraged him more. There were no words to describe the feeling, a mixture of pain that turned into pleasure, that burned with even more pain before finally pressing all the right spots. And you were so full.

You felt your toes curl as you came, overwhelmed to the point of tears. Tears that were licked up by an eager tongue, wet and hot as it found your lips, pulling them apart to invade your mouth as well in an abhorrent kiss to fur-covered lips. His tongue was choking you, fucking your throat as his cock made little juts inside you, guiding you through your orgasm.

It didn't take him long to find a rhythm, his cock rutting into you madly by the time your high was broken, only mind-shattering sensitivity remaining. The headboard creaked and shook as he used it to drive himself forward and deeper into you. Soon, your wetness and his precum pooled beneath your cunt, and when he dragged his cock back, preparing for an especially deep push, the knot at the base slipped inside with it.

This time, you did scream, loud enough to make him jolt, his cock kissing even deeper as your bodies collided. The werewolf growled, pulling his knot free, and your shriek turned into a loud moan, your eyes rolling back. And so he did it again, fucking the mass into you again and again. You couldn't scream every time it spread you open with blunt force, but every time it did, you felt like losing your conscience.

Soon, he didn't even pull it out fully anymore, only moving inside of you. The knot grew, and you squirmed, uncomfortable with the mass spreading inside you. "No!" you whined, but it wasn't convincing when it sounded like a plead for more. You completely lost control as his cock bulged inside you, the beast growling as a hot spurt of cum splashed your inner walls.

And as if the floodgates opened, more spurts followed, spilling all inside you with no chance of escaping. You wished it didn't give you that ugly, fulfilling feeling of yet another orgasm, but you weren't spared. The werewolf groaned as you clenched around him, and you shook violently while more and more cum filled your womb. Just like he promised, he filled you up to the brim, expanding your insides as if he had already gotten you pregnant. You felt both nauseated from the feeling of fluids swapping around inside of you as well as so damn satisfied by feeling full.

Growls and howls escaped him, maw lowering back to settle between your shoulder and neck. You didn't notice him licking the spot over and over while you were still orgasming, as if this was the first time you had ever reached such a high. Groaning, you let your head fall back, arching your body against his, not realizing this had been your biggest mistake.

Pain worse than anything you had ever felt before shot through you, and your scream died down quickly as blood gushed from your shoulder, his teeth burying deeper as you tried to rip yourself away from the monster. He was groaning, lapping at the wounds his maw caused and his cock jerked inside you, causing all the fluids to sway.

You reached around his neck, driving your nails through his fur and into the taut skin on his back. You whimpered and pushed your body into his pleadingly, willing him to stop. It hurt so much, and yet you felt almost back at the edge of your orgasm, your hips unwillingly rutting against his, the knot moving back and forth around your entrance.

Only when you came again did the werewolf stop his bite, howling at the sight of you shuddering violently beneath him. And finally, he was satisfied, your blood dripping from his maw as he pumped his cock into you again a handful of times, making sure you were plugged up well.

"Mine," he rasped. "All mine. My mate, my bitch."

His hand fell to the swollen part of your stomach, and you groaned as he applied some pressure.

"And soon," he hummed, satisfied as you felt another pump of cum fill you up. "You'll bear my pups like a good mate. And I will fill you up again for more like you were always meant to be."

You barely registered the words, but the tears falling from your eyes were proof that you understood. Understood what you had allowed to happen, understood that you were indeed what he claimed you to be. His bitch, his little breeding pet. His.

"Good," he chuckled, and you let out a sob, realizing he could feel your giving up, the despair overwhelming you. But to him, it was only one thing: submission. He didn't need you to voice it to win a battle you couldn't have fought if you wanted to. And you were too helpless to make him think otherwise, too exhausted to argue, too full to deny what you were.

Tugging his knot back, you realized he was slowly able to pull it out, and you whined, feeling the first spurts of seed run down your legs. But he pushed it back the second he noticed it, humming as he seemed to enjoy your warmth.

"You're all mine now, you belong to me," he growled, victorious. But then a whine broke through, and you watched as the werewolf hunched over, one hand gripping his head. Concerned, you didn't know what to do, but when you tried to move, you felt his knot inside, and the pleasure that shot through you made you flush with heat and moan.

"God..." you heard him whine, and you looked up, not in the eyes of a beast, but those of your ex. You saw your own reflection in them, undone, bloody, and sexually satisfied beyond recognition. He whined again softly, but you didn't believe his words when he sobbed them quietly. Not with his knot pulsing inside you still, leaking seed everywhere.

"I'm so, so sorry..."

[rebouks]

Forever In Between - Invictus

Robin appears to have stumbled into a rather nightmarish situation and it’s up to you to ensure he makes it out alive. If he dies-.. well, maybe that’s it, or maybe he just wakes up, or maybe he won’t die at all?! Probably best not to find out the hard way though, right?

Invictus is a multiple-choice Halloween special based on Until Dawn, various other classic horror games, a teensy bit (read: a lot) of brain rot, and an overactive imagination; mine or Robin’s, you decide.

I know that creepy, slightly gory things aren't for everyone so below is a list of potential trigger warnings and if you want to sit this one out you can block the tag "fib invictus" and we'll pick up where we left off storywise in November! 🖤🧡

creepy dolls, various monsters, weapons, blood, death, murder, corpses, fighting, injuries, needles, electrocution, experimentation (not the good kind) and general peril!

As a side warning: I will be continuing with regular previous/next links as it's still technically part of the story, though I will provide a link to skip past it all when the time comes, so look out for that when normal posts resume! My usual mon-fri schedule will probs go out the window too as some posts will have votes that last a day so I'll either take the day between those off or post later than usual idk we'll see what happens 🤸‍♀️

Last but not least I'd like to give some shout outs to those that've helped me during this process 🖤

Props to @softpine for some of the Until Dawn assets used and for inspo from this post! 🧡

To @sirianasims for helping me find ridiculous amounts of disgusting, amazing cc and generally spit balling ideas with me from the very start 🤸‍♀️

A big thank you to @zosa95 for being my beta reader, listening to me witter about this project since fkin forever ago and sharing my excitement 🤗

Thanks to everyone in the story server for putting up with numerous out of context screenies and for enduring my whinging about how tired I've been recently skdjsk.. particularly @lynzishell @hannahssimblr @madebycoffee @daniigh0ul and @sirianasims for consistently cheering me on when I was pooped 💩

Okok last LAST but not least, some rambling.. I've been busy with this project in the background since the end of July and keeping up with regular story nonsense whilst working on this and adulting in between was NOT it 😅 (if you noticed my regular posts lacking in their usual vibrancy no u didn't.. but ur also right cos i've had to be super lazy with it recently to keep up with two things at once, so SORRY! fkjfk)

Anyway, hopefully it's worth it, I had a lot of fun making this special and I'm pretty proud of it so I hope everyone enjoys our October shenanigans this year! Maybe I'll find some time to make some gifts for simblreen but I'm not promising anything cos I'm eepy.. maybe my gift this year is just danger and violence instead ehehe 👻🔪

[w3r3theli0nshunt]

Minotaur Soap! (18+)

W! Blood (shit tons) slight sexual themes, violence, fluff (can’t believe it either) reader is injured, Soap is a Minotaur 🤯 maybe slight angst? Tooth decaying stuff, tried making the Minotaur appear a little 🤏 more humane than they usually are ehehe 😅

Who smells your sweet blood and hears your choking sobs as your feet scrapes against the cold, filthy ground while you lean with one hand against the wall of the cemented maze . You’re oblivious to the fact that the 8 feet tall, muscular built Soap is lurking in the shadows behind you, watching your every move with caution before he plans on approaching. Following the trace of the small droplets of your blood who assaults his senses and animalistic instincts to feast on your flesh and suck the marrow out from your bones to fulfil his hunger, instead, he wishes to keep you in one piece. Sensing that you’re not good for him dissolving in his stomach acid, he doesn’t prepare his long nails to dig in that supple skin of yours or his sharp teeth to sink into you.

He stalks behind you, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in his filled stomach from the other sacrifices he’s been dined on, their skin tissues remain between his teeth and their blood still lingers on his tastebuds. But seeing how you struggle to keep your limping form moving in the endless maze that only Soap can localise in and without his guidance, you won’t find a way out or to his home.

You dry your sweat on your forehead with your arm that is heavy to move and exhaustion is preventing your motivation to continue seeking a way out, still knowing that mazes are traps when it comes to sacrifices, whose lives are labeled as useless. Unwed, unbred and a virgin, you’re no place in for society and bear no importance for the village you once called home. Your limbs get heavier by every step you take and your vision becomes hazier, so you let your knees fold and fall helplessly to the cemented floor. You gaze at your wounded leg, how crimson is oozing from the deep cut and the intense ache caused by any slightest movement.

How kind of the priest to grant me more mercy than sending me of the maze, you sarcastically think.

Tears falls mercilessly as you close your eyes to accept your fate, ending up as dinner to the hungry beast that awaits settled in the huge maze. You can still hear the other’s screams and pleads for help as the Minotaur beastly grunted and growled as he fed on their flesh on their conscious state. Your compassionate heart hopes for the other’s souls to find their way to the Gates Of Paradise and be reborn as people with a meaning, that they can live in harmony and receive every good they deserve. You can’t help but wonder how heaven may looks or if you’re pure enough to reach it. You let your head lean back against the hard wall, its coldness spreading on your scalp to cool down the fever.

You swiftly open your red eyes by an inhumane huff, and your eyes take you into the shadows where the noise originated from. Looking deep into the darkness, you spy two blue orbs looking back at you, your vulnerable form. It’s the Minotaur. But you don’t have the strength to fight or even be afraid, not even when his huge form becomes more visible by his every step towards you. Lazily, your eyes travel on his huge, beastly form. His broad shoulders, huge horns piercing out of his human shaped skull with an overgrown black Mohawk between them, massively built fur pectorals and large arms that can easily snap bones like sticks. His hooves clamps against the floor, legs shaped like a bull with a tail hanging in the middle above his clothed buttocks.

You have to bend your head up in order to be able to look into his eyes who bores holes into you. He then looks at your bleeding wound and kneels down beside your leg. You hold your breath and close your eyes, thinking he’ll begin lavishing on your leg in order to make you suffer. But just to your surprise, you open them again when you feel his nails gently caressing it instead, before ripping a piece of his cloth that is wrapped around his lower body. The only clothing he has on, mind you. He mildly wraps your leg and slows down the pace when he hears you whimper in pain before tying a loose knot.

You look at him with doe eyes, a sea of questions flowing in your mind as his eyes don’t seem eager for blood, not yours at least. He’s probably playing with his meal, you think. Giving false hope until the damsel in distress puts trust on him and then, he’ll dig in. That seems crueler than just a quick end, and you don’t fancy the idea of it happening to you. So you remain seated, cautiously watching his every move and preparing yourself for the promised end the priest told you about.

“You….pain?” Soap grunts, finger pointing at your wound. You look confused, shocked all between heaven and earth. Should you be alarmed? Or is this genuine acts of kindness? Nonetheless, you shake your head, unwilling to test his patience. He grunts in response and gently lifts your seated form, a sense of relief washes over you that the pain and coldness caused by the hard terrain vanishes. He hovers you above his wide shoulder that perfectly fit you as he begins moving. You swallow as you’re unknown to what his true intentions are and can’t help the stubborn knot in your stomach that refuses to go.

“Where..are you taking me?” You dare question, the only time you’ll open your mouth, you promise yourself. The headache forming in your skull as your upper body is uncomfortably facing the flooring, spotting the remains along the way. Guts in piles, blood decorated on the walls and heads carelessly thrown aside. You swallow once again, fearing that it’ll eventually be your fate.

“Home” Soap grunts as he adjusts his large arm that is holding your legs, a sensation of a throb in his lonely cock as he feels your soft skin and your innocence. Haven’t attempted to run away or defy him like the others like the good little human you are, letting him take you and claim you. You’re right to admit that you don’t know his true intentions, but he knows you’d prefer not to. How would a little sacrifice react if she’s to be the mate of the blood thirsty Minotaur who reap the lives of human beings while being half a human himself? She would freak out and that’s when the defiance begin, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re already brought meaning to his lonely life who’s been aching for companionship like anyone would and that you numb those intense feelings of unhappiness, therefore you can’t leave, not when his heart can explode with the love he already harbours for you.

Reaching the central part of the maze, he sets you down on the pile of hay he calls his bed, hugely structured to carry his heavy weight. Lying on your back, you watch as Soap tries to start a fire with rubbing two sticks together in a supernatural pace until a fire ignites, he throws the flaming woods on the pile of logs until they also get infected with the fire. With a huff of approval, he resumes his attention to you, returning the eye contact. He lays down beside you, causing you to fall against his furred upper body when the bed shifts, leaning down against him. His fur is soft, but his musk makes you scrunch your nose, but yet you remain snuggled against his warmth. Laying your head on his large, firm pectorals with an arm planted on his 10-pack.

You feel his arm wrapping around your own body as he draws you closer, offering a quick lick on your neck. He enjoys it, lying on his back, watching the grey clouds travel in the depressing sky with a cute little human snuggled up against him, slaying all kinds of loneliness he once felt and displace it with love. A unfamiliar feeling, but one he’s been waiting for. Everyday his hopes of finding the perfect human to indulge in, a human to carry his babies and spread his animalistic genes. But also a human he can love, one he can reveal his own humane self that actually exists beyond his animalistic impulses and instincts.

“Aren’t you gonna eat me?” You’ve been patiently waiting for that question that is desperate for an answer in order for its fear to settle and for your heart’s beating pace to slow down. A simple yes or no will do for you, but at least just an answer to confirm. You’re tired of being so intensely afraid while being comfortably snuggled against the soft fur and met with such compassion not even your own family granted you.

“No” He grunts, pulls you closer as if your skins are stitched together, as if you’re one person. An animal and a human, the mixture Soap is.

“mine” it comes out like a growl but the rough reply is softly morphed when his cheek lovingly nudges yours as he groans in satisfaction. you’re his mate and he doesn’t intend to hurt you, intentionally. Sure, your sweet blood would taste more delicate than the other’s bitter tasting plasma. and your soft flesh would probably be as delicious as marinated steak would be for you. But his ache that concerns you, is for your pleasure along with his. Your combined ecstasies, a bittersweet sensation like chocolate. He’ll be cruel, but he can be just as sweet. And it depends on your preferences, because he’ll do anything for you. Anything for you to stay and anything for experiencing this cuddling session everyday.

But you ponder on the thought. Maybe belonging to someone, a Minotaur, isn’t as bad as you thought it’ll be. Your life may finally have meaning and this Minotaur has brought you more comfort than anyone in your whole 20 rotations around the sun has. And being in his embrace feels nice, your own personal pillow. You don’t mind the hay itching your sensitive skin or the pain in your leg caused by the forming infection, this beast lying before you, holding you like he’s protecting you - he is. You close your eyes, succumbing to sleep, wondering what future you’ll participate in and what delicacy’s may follow.

“Love….you” Soap grunts, leaving a hesitant peck on your cheek before closing his eyes. The depressing sky above, transfiguring into a clear blue one with rainbows and white coloured clouds, coloured by your very presence.

I actually got inspired by another creator who wrote a similar story, but with a König Minotaur. Our stories are of course not similar as I’m not the type to copy someone else’s hard work, but I’ll def link the story if I can find it because it’s so good.

[basil-does-arttt]

AH!! Hello, i am alive!! Apologies for like dissapearing entirely for a while... Anyway, remember how i said ages ago i would draw my original characters???? WELL.

BEHOLD, The main cast!! Closeups + mega yap below ehehe

CASTEL HINAMI:

{THE WOLF}

AGE: 42

HEIGHT: 182 CM (6.0 FT)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD HELLHOUND

Castel is the main character of the story, and the one who's POV the story takes place from most of the time. Once a respected and renowned Hunter within the underworld, she went MIA during her last hunt in order to prevent Mia from being killed. It was an impulsive decision she made in the heat of the moment, without thinking about the consequenses. She is paying for it now in sanity and blood.

She is a stubborn and strong-willed woman, likes to do things her way or no way, and is no stranger to utilizing violence to solve her problems. But beneath her sometimes hostile demeanor she's got a big heart, she just struggles to show it.

She feels a strange connection to Mia she can't explain, like a sense of de-ja-vu whenever she looks at her. She feels like she's known Mia before, but of course that can't be possible.... right?

Regardless, she's trying her best to give the kid a chance to live a normal(ish) life. Or at least, a life she can feel happy in.

TRIVIA!!

- Castel works in a cage fighting group for a living, as it was the only job she could find that wouldnt leave a trace Hunters could follow. Hence, all her scars.

- She grew up an orphan, parents non-existent. Literally; there was and is no trace of their existence at all. How Castel came to be, is a mystery.

- Enlisted to become a Hunter at 16, actually became a Hunter at 18.

- She has an affinity for spicy food. Girl will straight up eat chillies as a snack.

- She carries at least one of her two weapons on her wherever she goes; A pistol named Crimzon, which was a gift from Amelia for her 25th birthday. And a knife named Skarlet, which Castel engraved herself and painted the blade red.

- Her jacket was stolen from somebody else. RIP to the poor 24 hour convenience store worker she robbed at 2 in the morning....

- Her hair used to be knee-length, however she cut it all off when she began working as a fighter. (that hurt me more than it hurt her.)

AMIRAIAH "MIA" MESSOR:

{THE MOTH}

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 5.4 FT (164 CM)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD LUX

The character this whole damn story revolves around, and the one haunting the narrative. A being of unfathomable destruction and chaos all packaged up into a neatly wrapped bow of girlhood teenage angst. She never wanted to get caught up in this, but then again, she doesn't know what she would have wanted instead either.

Her and Castel are similar in more ways than one; Physically, Mia appears much like Castel did as a child. In their childhoods both grew up orphans. She reminds Castel of herself. Mia often speaks to her as if she's known her for years already.

She is a quiet and timid girl, very socially withdrawn and rarely ever talks to people outside of Castel. Others often feel a strange and eerie energy in her presence, as she stares past them like they're not really there.

Although nobody has gone out of their way to tell her, she seems already aware of her fate. To die, or to become a Harvester.

TRIVIA!!

- She cannot fly, despite having wings, as they are too small to support her weight. So she'll often use them as a makeshift blanket instead. Or if she has to hide them, wrap them around her body underneath her sweater.

- The halo can come off, it sorta just.... floats there. Sometimes she wears it on her wrist.

- She likes spicy food, much like Castel! though not to the point of eating straight chillies as a snack..

- Very pedantic about cleanliness and hygiene. Once slept in Castel's car instead of a motel room they'd booked purely because the walls had a stain she couldnt scrub out.

- Cameras, computers, phones, technology in general tends to have a habit of malfunctioning in her presence. Bad luck, or something else...?

AMELIA WILLIAMS:

{THE DEER}

AGE: 45

HEIGHT: 6.1 FT (185 CM)

SPECIES: HALFBLOOD BLOOD-DEVIL

An old Hunter friend of Castel's, the two met when Castel was going through her training to become a Hunter, the two immediately hitting it off and growing close. Very close. They moved in together as roommates as their relationship blossomed, and Amelia believed she had found her soulmate.

That was, until Castel disappeared out of the blue one day with no warning, and no signs of returning. Believing her to be dead, Amelia retired from Hunting and went to live on the surface world, where she set up shop as a gunsmith and started her life anew. Every day missing Castel, but what could she do?

Apparently reunite with her at random one sunny afternoon, when Castel needed a gun repaired. The exact gun Amelia made for her as a birthday gift. Of course she accepted her back with open arms, but maybe.. she was a little lonely.

She's a kind open-minded woman but definitely has her limits with certain things. Hates liars and hates being kept in the dark. She is loyal to a fault, even if it ends up getting her hurt.

TRIVIA!!

- As mentioned above, she is a gunsmith! She picked it up from her foster father as a child, and took over his business after she retired.

- Amelia became a demon through death (hence, halfblood) when she was a young child, having drowned in a lake. She was taken in by a family in the Underworld as if she was one of their own.

- Normally when Halfbloods are formed, their souls are automatically linked to the Network. However, Amelia's was not, and nobody knows why. oh well, handy for if you want to hide from Hunters..........

- Biker chick :3, Is part of a riding group that she met after she retired.

- Her shop is set up in an old barn outside of the town she lives in, and she lives in a bunker she found abandoned underneath it. Refurbished it and now it's her home. Where is the old owner? who knows.

AVELYN WHITE:

{THE BEETLE}

AGE: 30

HEIGHT: 5.8 FT (176 CM)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD BEAST

A mysterious, enigmatic woman who only appears in shadows to those who already know her name. She is a sorcerer, a demon gifted with the talent of harnessing the magic inherently present within her own and other's souls, and she uses this power to disappear completely from the world;

On paper, Avelyn White does not exist.

Despite all the rumors and such surrounding Avelyn, she's actually not all that scary to be around. She's got a good heart, all she wants to do is help others... for a price of course.

She can come across as intimidating when one first meets her, however if you were to get to know her, you'd find she isnt all that bad after all. A bit socially awkward, very blunt with her words and honest to a fault, but she keeps her word. As long as you keep yours.

TRIVIA!!

- Avelyn has an older sister, who is quite the well known figure within the Underworld; a region leader. The two split off when Avelyn dissapeared, and have not seen eachother for years.

- Avelyn has a strange interest (obsession?) with bugs. Beetles, flies, centipedes, cockroaches, butterflies.. among other things. When she was a child she would collect them in jars.

- The mark across her nose is a birthmark, not a scar. She's had it since she was born.

- Once upon a time she had wings, but they were ripped out by her sister. Nowadays all that remains are the scars and some pretty bad back pain...

- All her little charms each have a certain magical property attached to them. Protection spells to keep herself safe from Hunters that want her head on a wall.

- She keeps her nails sharp purely to scratch Castel when she's pissed off.

- Treats Mia like a little sister of sorts.

RAY DARLING:

{THE CROW}

AGE: 31

HEIGHT: 6.8 FT (207 CM)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD SHIFTER

The no-nonsense, stubborn, and sometimes a bit egotistical brains of the operation when it comes to hunting down Castel and Mia. They are a highly decorated Hunter in the Underworld with years of experience in hunting down dangerous and difficult targets; There's nobody better you could ask to do this job.

Only, theres one teeny, tiny issue... Castel was Ray's mentor. They looked up to her not just as a friend but as a caretaker, as family. Their role as a Hunter will always come before anything else in their mind of course. At least they're trying to convince themself it will.

They like to perform jobs their way or no way (boy wonder where they picked that up from), very much used to and preferring being the one calling the shots. They've been known to be a little reckless in their hunts too, often putting their end goal above their own safety. Though, they prefer to keep things as clean as possible, utilizing as little violence as possible.

TRIVIA!!

- As suggested by their name, they have the ability to shapeshift. They can take on the appearance of other people (given they know what the person looks like), and they can transform into a crow. (only a crow, or other such corvid, but they prefer the crow.)

- Their eyes are reflective like a cat's.

- Ray's mother was a human human. They are still considered a pureblood despite this, as they were born a demon. However, their scales are mildly deformed as a result.

- Ray suffers from some pretty serious memory loss, as a result of their mother's death when they were a child; From age 6 to 16, they do not remember a single moment of their life. Besides this, they also tend to forget things in their day-to-day life easier than most.

- They have a partner! And he is not what you'd expect... imagine hot topic personified with enough edge and angst for an entire villiage. they love him tho, even if he pisses them off :3

- Pierced their own eyebrow at 19 in a fit of young adult defiance against their father. Also got a tattoo at 19 for the same reason, which was stars across their ribs. They regret both.

- Their father is a chief policeman for the capital city in the surface world. Some Hunters believe he used his influence to help Ray rise through the ranks to their current position, but this has never been confirmed.

- They are vegetarian.

- They lost their leg when they were 19, as it was crushed underneath rubble during their first real hunt.

IVORY KING:

{THE RABBIT}

AGE: 25

HEIGHT: 5.6 FT (170 CM)

SPECIES: HALFBLOOD BLOODSUCKER)

Eccentric, unorthodox, rowdy. Ivory King is the last person you'd expect to have the position and status as a Hunter that she does - one of the best Scouts a Hunter could ask for. Her methods of gathering information and plotting schemes may be a little out of the ordinary, and may sometimes result in more problems than they're intended to solve... but hey. She gets the job done. Somehow.

Regardless of her unique ways, there is no doubt Ivory is skilled and mostly reliable in what she does. There is a reason she was assigned to work with Ray on this job.

Her moods tend to change a lot between two extremes, with sometimes no obvious reason as to why. One day, she can be relaxed and content. The next, the entire world and god is her sworn enemy. One minute she's laughing, the other she's screaming. She can be a little dramatic, a little sensitive, however underneath all this she's a genuine and kind young woman who just struggles a lot to lower her walls and trust other people.

She's been hurt a lot in her past, and she wouldn't like to be again.

TRIVIA!!

- Ivory has two older brothers. One is a guitarist in a band, who's logo is the pendant on her necklace. The other is a detective, who she hates with every fibre of her being and wants 6 feet under the ground immediately. Also she's forced to work with him.

- Ivory passed and became a Bloodsucker at 14 years old, having died via suicide. The collar she wears covers the scar.

- Often carries around a barbed-wire covered baseball bat she named Rex.

- Afraid of dogs.

- She owns a single firearm, which she stole from her detective brother. He never found out it was her that took it.

- Has been to a psych ward exactly once in her life. Has been arrested at least three seperate times.

[clone-kitty]

⚠️slight TW for blood and implied violence under the cut ehehe :p

HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY @/toastedcyanide (on insta)!!!!!!!

I decided to draw your lill baby Outlast because I feel bad for him (so I draw him in pain yes I’m evil) but I need this lill baby to get some love and rest ohmygod PLEASE next time I do something like this I promise I’ll give him a break 😭😭

Also side note I think it’s super interesting how you draw your lill robot characters with red blood instead of blue! I caught myself doing it in blue at first then I had to double check lol 💀 but it was nice going back to my roots with some red blood eheheheh <333

I hope you enjoy your lill birthday gift my guy!!!!! Have a wonderful birthday!!!!!

[kayharrisons]

It's getting dark, darling, too dark to see [Bjorn x fem!Reader] [3 of ??] [18+]

The first month.

A/N: hey....... hey..... how y'all doin'? So it's been a MINUTE since I've posted for this one and it still IS a lil more on the backburner, but here is a LONG overdue update! This is specifically gonna be ab Bjorn and Reader's first month together after everything! It's a lil rough for them, can't lie folks! I'm also thinking of scheduling some chapters for various fics, but we'll see if I work that out! This is mostly just me trying to get back into the swing of things ehehe!!

Warnings for the series (updated, not necessarily for this chapter but for future ones): general alien themes, MAJOR character death, blood, graphic depictions of violence, trauma, trauma bonding, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!), technical cousin incest (Kay/Bjorn), childbirth and pregnancy, implied nsfw content, Bjorn and reader get a lil co-dependent I can't lie guys, protective Bjorn and reader

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Day seven.

You'd wager Bjorn has blown through more weed and beer than he ever has in his life just this past week alone.

You both stay out of each other's way, mostly. You're always aware of where the other is, of where you're going, but neither of you seem to be able to spend much time together in the same room as of late.

You spend your time going through your supplies, over and over to get your mind off of everyone, off of what had happened nine years ago. Bjorn spends his locked in the cockpit, lost in his memories, in what could of beens and what ifs.

It hurts to see him like this.

To see the bags under his eyes, the tremor to his hands, the way he refuses to look at you most days. He doesn't sleep, from what you can tell. Not much anyway. Sometimes you hear him muttering to himself, which is the most you seem to hear his voice as of late.

He's always awake for hours on the bottom bunk, clutching the taser baton tight in his hands as he stares into the darkness of the Corbelan, as he stares as if daring something to come for you both.

You always fall asleep before he does, succumbing to the exhaustion that seeps into your bones, to every little part of you.

You miss him.

You miss your friend.

You miss all of them.

Day seventeen.

You wake up with a sharp gasp, almost hitting your head on the ceiling of your bunk as you sit bolt upright.

Rain's screams still echo in your ears, causing them to ring and ring and-

"Y'alrigh'?"

You startle, whipping your head to the left and coming face to face with Bjorn, who's gotten up from the bottom bunk to check on you. His brow is furrowed, his hair sticking up at all angles, his eyes sunken in with dark circles.

He looks how you feel. And you imagine you don't look much better either.

"Fine." you whisper, watching a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, his cheek, his neck.

He checks on you every time you wake up in the night without fail.

At your reply, he nods, and gets back into his own bunk without another word.

He also never pushes, anymore. He leaves things be.

You kind of miss when he was a dick.

Day thirty-two.

"Weather's nice today," you remark, blandly, as you sip at your recycled water and look out to the sunny sky outside the window.

It's the first you've stepped into the cockpit in days.

Bjorn hums, practically curled up in Tyler's seat, fidgeting with Kay's necklace, his fingers moving back and forth over the grooves in the pendant.

He's been in the same clothes for a few weeks, now. His facial hair is patchier than ever, longer and messier than you've ever seen it. His hair hangs limp over his face. You don't recall the last time he'd showered.

"I'm thinking about uh... going for a walk," you start, glancing back to Bjorn. He doesn't look at you. "If you wanted to come with me-?"

"No," he says, immediately. His voice is soft, bland, lacking anything that makes him Bjorn. "No, I'm alright. Go enjoy the weather."

You study him a beat longer, before setting your cup down and leaving without a word.

Bjorn exhales shakily, guilt gnawing at his stomach as his eyes flicker after you, even as the door to the cockpit closes.

"You really should enjoy the sunshine."

"Oh, fuck off." he groans, glowering over at Tyler. He's sat in Bjorn's usual seat, elbows braced against his knees, his brow furrowed in concern. "You're not even real. So fuck right off."

"And yet you keep chattin' shit to me, cuz." Tyler retorts, leaning back and crossing his arms. "This how you're plannin' on spendin' the rest of your life, then? Locked away with shitty beer and your dwindlin' supply of hash?"

"Figure I'll just kill myself when the weed runs out," Bjorn remarks flatly. "No point livin' once that's gone."

Tyler's face darkens, fury glinting in his eyes.

Not real, not real, Bjorn reminds himself, your best mate got fucking brained by an alien and you left his fucking body on that station. Tyler is long gone.

And yet, Bjorn can't help but not want to will away this Tyler. This figment of his imagination, this shitty coping mechanism that he should probably be getting psychological help for.

Help meant losing him all over again. His best friend, his cousin. Tyler and Bjorn were raised together, they all were, they'd practically been close enough to be brothers.

Tyler had been the little reasonable voice in Bjorn's head his entire life, so he supposes it makes sense that it's him he's seeing now, when he's at his lowest.

"You'd really leave her all on her own?" Tyler asks, frowning. "She's lost everyone too, mate. And you'd put her through that?"

"Obviously fuckin' not." Bjorn snaps, crossing his arms petulantly, Kay's pendant leaving grooves on his skin from how tightly he grips it. "Christ, you'd think you'd never heard of sarcasm, mate-"

"Are you, though? Being sarcastic?" Tyler frowns, watching him like a hawk.

"Yes." A beat. "No. Fuck, maybe? Look, I sleep like shit and am fuckin'... goin' through the grievin' process or whatever. Leave me alone."

"If it's not me, then you know it'll be someone else," Tyler says, watching Bjorn flinch violently. "Navarro, or Kay-"

"No!" Bjorn snaps, eyes watering, full of a furious fire. "No, Tyler. It won't be fuckin' either of them."

He'd cried for three days straight when he'd first seen Tyler. Cried harder when the spectre of his cousin didn't disappear and sat with him through it all.

Kay or Navarro might actually kill him, if he sees them.

Thank god his dumb as shit subconscious can recognise that much, at least.

Bjorn shoves Kay's necklace back into his pocket, scrubbing a hand down his face.

"I'm not ready, yet," he admits, looking to his cousin. "To... to start livin' again. The second I leave this fuckin' ship again, it becomes real. The fact that it's just us, now. That the rest of ya-" his voice cracks, and Tyler's eyes soften un sympathy. "So, no, mate. I'm not goin' on any fuckin' walks or explorin' nothin' any time soon."

"But you will," Tyler says, eventually, voice kind in such a way that it makes Bjorn want to cry all over again. "I know you-"

"You're my subconscious, course you fuckin' know me."

Tyler ignores him, continuing on, "And I know you won't leave her alone in this. It might take you time, and no one can begrudge you that, but you'll take that fuckin' walk one day, Bjorn. When you're ready. And she will be more than happy to help you, y'know that, right?"

Bjorn's eyes sting with tears, and he nods, ducking his head down. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Course I do. I just... I miss ya, all of ya."

He looks up, and Tyler is gone, leaving him in the silence of the cockpit.

Exhaling shakily, Bjorn's head thumps back against the chair's headrest, his eyes closing tight as tears start to trickle down his cheeks.

The silence, he thinks, is the worst goddamn part of all of this.

[grandlinedreams]

sorry i may or may not hve accidentally sent an incomplete request bc i just saw a bug on my bed 😭😭😭 but can i request something with ace or sanji where the reader’s exhausted themselves fighting and when they’re about to drop he catches them like “you did well, i’ll take it from here” :))

HFJGJD YOU'RE FINE DW bugs are not welcome on beds, I feel that hgjfjf but OOH ABSOLUTELY i'm such a sucker for stuff like that ehehe and as much as I'd love to write for Ace, i have some stuff for him coming up so let's go w Sanji!

[Heads up!: canon typical violence, mentions of blood]

Your lungs burn.

Every breath is a struggle as your chest heaves, muscles aching ㅡ but you keep on your feet, weapn gripped tight enough to bleed your knuckles white.

You can't give in, or give up ㅡ your crew is counting on you. You just have to hold them off long enough for them to get here, and you can do that.

Blood soaks into your clothes. Whether it's yours or someone else's you're not entirely certain ㅡ only that protective fury guides your movement.

You won't let any of them lay a single finger on your beloved crewmates, your family ㅡ you'd rather die than see any harm come to them if you can help it.

But there truly is only so much your body can take. You've exhausted your haki, your energy ㅡ it takes all you have left just to keep upright on your feet. The world blurs, sharpens ㅡ then spins again as your body sags.

Instead of colliding with the ground, however, you meet the warmth of another body, the faint scent of cigarette smoke and cologne ㅡ Sanji. His visible eye flicks over you, trying to assess the damage, how much of the blood splattered over you is yours ㅡ and then he smiles.

"You did well," he tells you when you peer blearly up at him, "but you rest now. I'll take it from here."

[b4rredteeth]

Benny hadn’t thought of Fallon specifically in the whole Stella situation. Fallon having bought drugs from him hadn’t been a big deal to him, and he hated that it was to Stella, or even to Cyrek, though he figured the pin king tried to keep his crew clean, which he could understand. In the early days of the Bastards, when Benny had been a part of it, he had really questioned how they could all function if they were all fucked up half of the time. Not that Benny had ever been addicted to the shit, he didn’t have to be, he had his own vices. He could live without alcohol, smoking, and even drugs, as long as he could continue to start trouble. 

And trouble was headed his way in the form of an angry mongrel with bared teeth right now. While he was wholly unprepared for it. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that Fallon might retaliate, he figured she had enough shit on her plate to think to come connect fists with little old him. Not that he could blame her if she did, but Benny thought Stella did such things, not Fallon. It showed how he technically didn’t know Fallon that well. And how he should’ve known better. 

He’d barely opened the door when it came to hit him in the face, surprising him enough to make him fall back into his apartment. Fuck these doors for opening into the house. He sucked in a breath at the pain that spread from his head and his hand, both having been in the way of the freaking karate kick. He quickly surged back to his feet, hissing at the figure in his doorway. “Fuck do you want?” Hoping his words would give Fallon pause so he could catch his breath and numb the pain in his head with something. Was that blood? He closed one eye against something sticky and wiped it away with his bad hand. God-fucking-damnit he had just wiped the floor.

july 16, seal harbour apartments ft. @b4rredteeth — benny

one day. one day was all it took. to shrivel up in embarrassment for how she begged for stella's forgiveness, shame for having broken their trust in the first place. to abandon work in favour of the company of a few beers stocking her fridge, which only led to crawling around her apartment for any single shred of addiction in which to partake. and to come to the conclusion of who was really to blame. far be it her own fault, a product of an illness she's been drowning in for longer than she cared to admit. no. the real fiend, the catalyst, was him. and finally, she could do something about the state of her grovel, the persisting fucking panic polluting her being. revenge, it tasted so sweet, but it was only a fragrance. fallon had to have the whole mouthful, to have bhaskar chanda gritting through her canines. the house arrest monitor felt as weighty as an iron shackle — for all intents and purposes, it was exactly that. the mistake laid in the allowance of the leash her parole dictated, and it bore no significance as she stormed the hallways of the infested apartments with the din of night to enshroud them. her figure was an omen — unkempt ebony hair shagging about her gaunt features, unblinking, fingers flexing, donning only a monochromatic fit of tank-top and jeans. noises abound at all hours of the complex and so she bade no heed to the inevitable thumps of her boots as they brought her to a doorway she knew once crossing the threshold would wreck further havoc. what did it matter anyway? since the whole goddamn disappearance was sensationalized, everything had gone to hell, undermined. it was stella's face, the expression in her eye, that was on fallon's mind as she brought knuckle to the numbered plate. the moment benny parted the door a fraction, fallon piston a foot for the handle and relished in the resounding CRACK of it against the man's countenance.

[xcarlet1211]

*slapped the table*

Showtime colleagues kisses!!..please? ^_^;

Ok OK, you don't have to use the violence.

I LIED, HELL YEEEEAHH SHOWTIME KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

this is based of an animatic I made in Christmas xd

Ehehe, the scene was more romantic in her head

Maybe you want to read the descriptions

[pocketjoong]

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆noctem⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 〘teaser〙

/nɑktəm/ noun 1. night (period of time), darkness, or a dream 2. (figuratively) confusion, ignorance, or death

〘Synopsis〙『Your hatred of dragons is a hate born of witnessing their flames consume your village, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. The worst of all is the beast that haunts your dreams, the very dragon whose memory fuels a burning desire for revenge within you. But life has a way of unsettling even the most steadfast convictions. And when you stumble upon a truth that shatters the boundaries of your understanding, you begin to question the very essence of the world you live in.』

〘Pairing〙『Night Fury!Shifter!Seonghwa x afab!Reader』

〘Genre〙『FANTASY, ACTION, SMUT』

〘Warnings〙『Based on How To Train Your Dragon. Canon compliant violence. Mentions of character deaths. Description of injuries. Will have smut or suggestive undertones in the future. Each chapter will contain warnings, please read them carefully. MDNI.』

〘A/N〙『Tagging my enablers @nebulousbrainsoup, @jaehunnyy, and @justhere4kpop bc without them would I (re)post a shiny new version of what I once called Accidental Destiny? Probably not. So say thank you to them ehehe~』

“You possess a ferocity that my kind can only dream of,” he whispers against your skin, his words laced with a sense of reverence that manifests in the form of the gentle caress of his lips against your cheekbone. “Use that fire with the grace of your ancestors and the kindness of your heart. For it’s your kindness that makes you the most formidable warrior out there.”

- note: there will be NO taglist for this series.

...COMING SOON

[mystsee]

DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

PREV ✦ PART 4 ✦ NEXT

✦ about: something happened when simon left, something you don’t want him to know, yet when he comes back, your reaction to him gave him all the answers.

✦ content: afab reader, graphic violence mentions, mentions of possible s/a, panic attack, blood, knife, death mentions, anxiety, depressive thoughts, no mentions of y/n

✦ a/n: ehehe wrote this in one go 🫠

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

just a week has passed since simon left, enough for a certain psycho come back to you.

you were trying to sleep in your room, cold weather making you all cuddled up in your bed. after a long session of work today pulled an all nighter, your body was begging for a rest. which was what you thought you would be doing.

an hour of tossing around in your bed, a sudden sound woke you up, it was weird, like someone was pushing around something. you thought it was maybe a neighbor moving around a table or so. it was barely 8pm, but winter made the sky look darker right now, making it look like it was 3 am.

a minute later you heard it again, but this time louder and clearer. that was definitely not a neighbor, it sounded way too close to you. you felt fear creeping up on you, was someone on window?

a million thoughts spiraled inside your mind, that couldn’t be him, he was arrested wasn’t he? maybe something crashed on your window? a bird? who fucking knows, you tried not to think it could be him.

you always had very good hearing, and it was very useful right now. slow but deep footsteps were heard, like they were trying to find something or someone.

by now you were sure none of your friends were inside your home, they always told you when they would come over. definitely an intruder, you thought.

immediately you grabbed the knife next to your bed, reminding you of simon

-

“keep it love, you never know what could happen” a worried stare was evident in his eyes “acting like i live in the most insecure neighbor simon” you said softly laughing “i’ll be okay, nothing has ever happened here” oh how wrong you were

-

your heart was beating so loud you couldn’t even hold the knife correctly, you were standing beside your door now.

the air in the room was way too cold, making the leggings and sweatshirt you were wearing not helping at all, you were shivering so bad you could drop the knife.

holding the knife stronger, you heard the footsteps closer to you, and faster, making you dizzy for a second, what where you supposed to do know? just stab who ever was in your home?

you heard very subtle the door handle moving, making you hold your breath, slowly the door started opening, covering your entire frame, but you could see with the mirror in front of you who was it.

that’s when your heart stopped. he was supposed to be arrested! with the police officers! interrogating him! what the hell was he doing in here?!

his sick voice said your name, making you flinch, oh how you hated his voice, he started walking closer to your bed. the sheets making it look like you were there, hence why he started touching all your sheets trying to find you you were sure you were going to burn them now

you saw him looking around your room, until he stopped, and looked in the mirror. you moved as fast as the speed of light. but all his attention was on finding you, making him see the subtle movement.

in a second the door was closed, very loud, and he was smiling like a freak, you just showed him the knife, pointing at him “stop!” your voice sounded so fragile “don’t you dare step close to me”

he just made a small laugh sound making your insides turn sourly “why so scared? i just came here to talk” he said putting his arms up a little

“by breaking my door lock?” he took a step closer to you making you raise the knife higher “what is wrong with you?” your breath was making it harder for you to breathe “why don’t you leave me alone?” “because, you belonged to me, and you’ll belong to me again”

he grabbed your hand with the knife and twisted it, making you almost scream “get away from me!” you said pushing him with all your force, but that didn’t bother him at all, it almost looked like he liked it.

he pushed you to the wall, making you hit your head and loose your sight for a second “if you keep moving you’ll just hurt yourself dear” he managed to cross your arms in front of you, his face so close to you, making you nauseous. but you still had the knife with you.

“i said let go of me” you felt his hand wander lower to your leggings, making you panick, his other hand was on your throat, if you didn’t do it know, you would go unconscious.

his chest was pushing your arms to you, but you managed to move your arm with the knife lower, closer to his stomach. the bastard was so focused on his hand near your lower parts he never saw you still had the knife

you were going dizzy by now, your hand was loosing force but you found all the strength in you to do it. the moment you felt his hand touch your lower part, you angled your hand to his stomach, stabbing him so deep he screamed.

“you fucking bitch!” he stopped choking you, slowly moving to the floor. you felt the air again inside you, tears coming out of you.

you let go of the knife, your eyes were so wide you couldn’t even breathe properly, what the fuck did you just do? you just stabbed a person psycho. you stood there in shock for about 5 seconds, what am i supposed to do now? you thought panicked.

the blood was spreading fast on your carpet, making you nervous, it wasn’t a pretty sight. you grabbed the wall behind you for support and moved to the side fast.

but it seemed like he still had a bit of life left, he grabbed your ankle while you were walking, making you double over to the bed, you didn’t have much strength left, making it easier for him to drag you to him.

you grabbed the duvet with all your force and moved yourself up to the bed. your phone was on the other side of it, making you stain the duvet with his blood. you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and called 911. you could’t see him bleed out in front of you, in your room.

…

never did you ever thought you would stab someone, let alone your ex. it’s been 3 weeks since the attack, and you never told your friends. you were still in shock you stabbed someone, how would they react?

police finally got him inside jail, you installed a camera with simon before he left outside your apartment, psycho didn’t see it, all his breaking the lock thingy act was evidenced.

he was arrested, and a trial was going to happen. you had to testify. a part of you was terrified to see him again, you stabbed someone, you still see his blood in your room.

you were somehow calm to know he was in jail for now, but that didn’t mean your paranoia left.

every night you woke up almost screaming, the nightmares were eating you alive by now, your eyes were begging for sleep, yet you couldn’t. you see him in your dreams and you hate it.

your friends were worried, they just saw you slowly pass from energetic and glowy to almost sick. you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell them. you hung out less with them too, every once a week maybe.

all these madness was making you sick in the head, body and soul. your apartment was a mess, your dishes were dirty, your poor cat even looked worried for you, going you almost everywhere you went around the apartment.

you knew simon was coming back anytime now, add it to the list of things worrying you. will he be back? is he okay? what else could happen now? you dying? that could probably be much better than enduring whatever the hell is happening.

you just wanted a pretty life away from any danger, him, and be at peace. it seems like it’s all the opposite now. it was shameful how depressed you were. you couldn’t bring yourself to even make the bed. your thoughts were depressive as hell, guilt as well on yourself.

you lost track of time, you weren’t sure if it’s been already a month or maybe a week has passed again. therefore it was quite the surprise when simon was infront of your bedroom door, confused as hell.

simon was back now, he had a long talk with price, managing to stay here for a while again, with no unexpected missions. he was almost dying to see you again, how were you? what have you done? perhaps something new related to your job, he was all excited to see you again.

as soon as simon knocked on your door, the door moved, did you knew he was coming back? he thought, what he didn’t know is you were scared to call someone to fix your door lock, what if they knew you live alone and stalked you? ptsd was on you again.

you just pushed a bunch of chairs in front of your door and tried to sleep, keyword tried. simon moved even more the door, and heard all the chairs screeching, what the hell?

you knew sleep deprivation was gonna make you crazy anytime now, so you decided to take a sleep pill, it seemed like today was going to be your first day to sleep more than 3 hours.

simon moved through your flat, and saw all the mess, he knew you were very tidy, ocd, yet when he saw your plants almost dying and a big pile of dirty dishes, he knew something was wrong.

even though you were deeply sleeping, your body was still on high alert, meaning as soon as the chairs screeched, your body bolted up, your hand instinctively grabbing the knife next to you.

you were scared, to say the least. your neighborhood was very safe, the only person that could be coming inside was him again. you felt your throat close. he’s in jail. you repeated that mantra in your head.

simon never crossed your mind, that he is back. you stood again beside your door, seeing the door handle moving slowly. it all felt familiar again, the tears threatening to fall again.

as soon as the door opened, you went for it, you moved infront of the door with the knife on your hand “don’t mov-“

simon. was infront of you, with part of his gear still on, wide eyes as same as you. “you’re back?” simon heard how fragile your voice was, your body was practically trembling with fear. in an instant he connected the dots

“did the bastard do something?” you heard his harsh words, and slowly realized he knew what happened. anyone who came inside your flat could see the signs “he-he is in jail, what do you mean?”

you were denying it, in front of simon, a soldier who may have a 6th sense. “don’t lie to me love, and please, drop the knife” his tone wasn’t as harsh as before, yet you knew he was getting impatient “i’m not lying, i’m okay simon” you said angrily wiping your tears.

you moved behind and hid your knife quickly “you’re saying, you a total control freak, with a literal mess on her home, chairs on your door, may i say your lock broken, and ready to stab me, is okay?” you freezed spot on

your back was to him so he couldn’t see your scrunched up face “stop, please” stop what?” he scoffed “don’t try getting all angry at me, what the fuck happened in here?”

simon was mad at you, that’s what you thought, but he was worried sick inside, he thought the bastard was in jail now “i’m sorry okay” you said facing him “i’m not okay right now and i would appreciate it if you left me alone” simon knew you didn’t mean those words, but he saw how stubborn you were acting, and decided to take your words “fine, i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want”

you saw him walking out as fast as possible, closing the door to your room. you panicked, anxiety making it’s way to your throat. you didn’t mean that at all:(

“wait simon” you said crying outside your door, he was on the first step of stairs, and just turned his head to you, not even his back. he knew you wouldn’t let him go.

“i’m sorry okay? this is very hard to me” you said clutching your door with all your force “i’m not okay right now, and it’s hard for me to-to” you were hyperventilating, simon was in front of you in an instant “hey, breathe for me please?”

he walked you backwards, until you hit a chair. simon just turned you around and closed your door pushing the chairs. he dragged you to your sofa, but made the mistake of grabbing your wrists, you winced and moved your hands away from him.

you tried hiding them from him, but he just manhandled you until you were on top of his big thighs, and your arms on display for him. he saw all the bruises, more specific, the hand prints on your arms.

you just snatched your arms from his hands and moved all the way to the other side of the sofa “don’t, please” he saw your angry stare on him. which rarely happened. maybe this was more serious than he initially thought

“will you tell me what happened?” you were trying to contain the sobs, this would be the first you would talk about it, and it wasn’t going so good.

simon felt a big wall in between you, it’s almost like you were a whole different person. he saw you looking straight past him, a lost gaze on you

maybe it was actually good if he left “look” he took a deep breath “just know that i’ll be here when you need me” he was dying to know what happened even though he knew what happened. as soon as he stood up your words frozed him “i stabbed him” he heard your small voice, shaking with fear again.

simon just turned his face to you “what did you just said?” he was not expecting this at all

“i said i fucking stabbed him simon, and it’s making me fucking crazy” you said in between angry breaths.

“i keep seeing him on my bedroom floor, his blood staining everything, and i just can’t erase that image out of my head” your head was in between your legs now, guilt building inside you

“i’m going on trial next saturday” you muttered

simon just stood you up, startling you for a second, and held your face on his hands “don’t you dare feel guilt on you right now” you just stared at his chest. simon moved your face up to his eyes “you heard me?” his deep voice was very close to you now. “you defended yourself okay?, i don’t know what the hell happened in here, but what i do know is that the bastard deserved it”

you felt like you could breath again, all the tension in your body left. you just needed to hear it, to know you weren’t at fault.

you knew what he said was true, making the tears fall freely from your eyes. you slowly moved your arms up to his back and held him close to you.

“i know, but still, it feels so fucking weird, i never thought i would do that in my life” he knew very well how you felt. he moved his head on top of yours and kissed it “i know, but i’m here for you know aren’t i?”

you felt simon take a deep breath. he needed to let it out, being without you felt empty, and he promised himself that after this mission he had, he would never let you go

you moved your head, practically craning all your neck to see him, his deep voice rumbling in his chest “i regret myself for letting you go in the past, even more now, perhaps you wouldn’t be dealing with all of this if i fought harder for you” did you just saw a tear on simon’s face? it was very dark, so maybe you were wrong

“all i know is that i won’t make that mistake again love, will you allow me to be in your life again?”

he felt anxiety inside him, he wasn’t sure if you would accept, it would be totally okay though, he understands, he did just left you for a month. he didn’t realize he was inside his head overthinking until you moved your soft hands to his face.

“simon you were already in the moment i saw you again” he felt his heart stop, you had a soft smile on your face. he grabbed your face again with his left hand.

you saw him put his forehead on top of yours, your lips so close to each other, with just a slight movement and you could kiss each other.

you moved yourself closer to him, your lips almost touching his, until you felt simon’s fingers on top of your lips “wait” he saw your doe eyes move up to him, a questioning gaze on him “i need to ask you something” “go on” you were impatient now, you needed to fell his soft lips on you again

“will you move in with me?”

your heart stopped, were you dreaming?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AHHHH cliffhanger 😏

i think the next part will be the last one!!!!!!!

perhaps a little angst will make an appearance 👁️

taglist

@the-queen-of-england183 @sluttyforsimon @hotaruteba @honey-on-mars @actorryswife

[catgirlmurder]

Quick question. Is it "catgirl murder", the act of murdering catgirls, or "catgirl murder", catgirls doing the murder? If it is the first, what did they do to deserve it.

its amusing that this isn't an uncommon question ehehe

it's not necessarily one or another, its a bit of both. the username comes from an old comic idea i had called "catgirl murder party", bloody angelcat on angelcat violence. never went through with writing the comic, but i think catgirlmurder strikes a neat balance of cute and edgy that i enjoy >^^<~