#he is simply just like that because of his high prey drive

[calronhunt]

Oc question! What was Condor's childhood like? Or if that's a spoiler, how does he feel about his scars?

not spoilers! Condor grew up in a totally normal family, with his mom, his dad, and his two sisters. They lived out in the woods on their own, outside of a colony. Condor has always had a crazy high prey drive. like. a REALLY high prey drive. anything smaller than him he wants to catch and kill and such. This at first was great because he was a great hunter for his family and they praised him all the time for how much food he brought in. Now, condor isn't. the smartest guy. I hope i've gotten that across. Awful stats in both Wisdom and Intelligence.

Hunting prey was fun but it wasn't all that exciting after a while. So eventually he started hunting other cats! He kept it a secret from his family, just a side condor funtime, until his sister found him killing a cat, so he killed her! He couldn't stand the idea of the rest of his family hating him for the rest of their lives, so he killed them too! They can't hate him or be afraid of him if they're dead! Condor's scars from his ear, his lip and his front leg are from the tussle.

That whole thing did deeply traumatize Condor, but it also started Condor's extreme cheery nature. He was always a bit jolly and such, but it ramped up really bad after that. Without the worry of his family not liking what he was doing, he was able to go full hog on anything he wanted to do. You can be happy doing anything when you don't have to worry about the disgust and fear in your mother's eyes as you tear someone to shreds.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first. 

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out. 

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you. 

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse? 

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse. 

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse. 

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last. 

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet. 

Ah, well. 

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds. 

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death. 

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake. 

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life. 

— A mistake? 

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half. 

— I just wanted to take some food. 

— Is there a hunger? 

— No. 

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair? 

You gulp. 

— I…am not allowed back. 

— Why? 

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people. 

— We had…mutual disagreement. 

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here. 

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded. 

— You’re exiled then. 

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die. 

— I am. 

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death. 

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja? 

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this. 

— Ko-nig. Ja? 

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all. 

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts. 

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist. 

And oh, he proceeds. 

— They finally send us proper sacrifices. 

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh. 

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now? 

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him. 

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before. 

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him. 

— Relax, human. Be a good mate. 

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children. 

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more. 

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only. 

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you. 

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break? 

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his. 

He is exiled from other centaurus. 

You are exiled from humans. 

What a beautiful fucking pair. 

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other. 

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you. 

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon. 

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better. 

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days. 

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place. 

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts. 

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy. 

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons. 

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear. 

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock. 

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice. 

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you. 

[kisses4kaia]

superbowl tn who loves football !! luke def does .

just imagining loser!luke get soo mad when his favorite team fumbles a touchdown, or when the ball is taken from his fav player and he just needs to calm down. and what a better time than halftime?

so like the sweet girl you are, you make no complaints when luke wordlessly and unexplainedly manhandles you onto your back spreading your legs. he kneels on the ground before you and throws your calves over his shoulders which are clad in a jersey reading his favorite tight end’s name on the back as he pulls your pretty little panties to the side.

usually, he would take his sweet time prepping you, teasing a little cruelly, but right now? right now he just wants to bury his face between your plush thighs, slobber a little mindlessly all over your pretty cunt. god, he’s so messy, too ! he’s paying little to no mind to your squeals and writhes as he just holds a strong arm to your pelvis, restraining you from trying to run away from him any further. “please, luke! slow down, sh-shit!” you moan in a high-pitched tone, the pop singer’s half-time performance on the tv now background static over the disgusting and bestial ways he’s devouring you like a wolf would prey.

everything is so primal and animalistic with the way his tongue fucks into you—because, its not because he’s desperate to drive you to pleasure, but because he’s found a vaguely familiar, warm, place for his worked tongue to dwell. he’s made you cum, what, thrice now? and not once has he stopped or even seemed to notice.

worse for you, he hasn’t resolved his anger yet, and as retribution for when you try to tug at his dark curls to dispel the achy overstimulation he’s caused, he slaps your agonized cunt and utters some filthy degradation before returning to his ministrations.

and when he realizes halftime has come to a conclusion and the game is back on, he simply presses a parting kiss to your sensitive little clit, sits back up onto the couch next to a heaving, crying, you, and glues his eyes back onto the screen in front of him; leaving you to limp off to take care of yourself.

“grab me another beer while you’re up, hm baby?”

[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss x New Youngest BAU agent fem reader)

[Warnings- Power Dynamics, Stalking, Dark themes, Case details, Slow burn? Drowning and being revived, hypothermia, shared bath with Aaron, Naive reader, Mommy and Daddy, PNV sex, innocent reader, smut, claiming, creampies spanking, praise, aftercare]

The day you joined the BAU, you thought everybody was very nice, the others were welcoming, but the two that stuck out the most to you were SSA Aaron Hotchner, who greeted you with a firm handshake and a hand on your back, his voice was deep, rough, and monotone, but you could tell in his eyes that he showed a little concern over you, probably because you were only nineteen, but you were a genius, like Spencer Reid you held a extremely high IQ, causing the FBI to recruit you after you hacked into their main systems on “accident”, Garcia was actually the one to catch you and then recommend you after you were caught to join the FBI.

Next was Emily Prentiss, she greeted you with a smile and a hug, she was so warm and friendly but she held more concern over you, a protectiveness and slight affection for you she showed well to others if they got too close to you. She saved you from many situations, either with people underestimating you when you joined a case or with unsubs who tried to prey on you for your, what she called, “naivety.” Emily always claimed you showed too much compassion to unsubs when interrogating or provoking.

That’s what you were good at, you surprised the team with your abilities to get into the minds of unsubs, your ability to predict their behavior or intentions even surpassed Spencer, which shocked the entire team. You, this little ball of smiles and shyness turned into a calculating manipulator as soon as you hit the interrogation room. You were unmatched and always used tactics of bonding with the unsubs, empathizing with them before using tactics of, “I would do the same if I were in your position,” or “That must have been so hard for you, I can’t even imagine being alone like that and suffering, how do you do it?”

You would play unsubs like a violin with your “caring” displays, you showed them more respect and empathy than anyone in their lives did, practically lovebombing them with care and concern while playing dumb the whole time. You were actually the smartest on the team which gained you respect a lot. The only issues you had were… well you, your clumsiness, your inability to be aware of your surroundings, how easily you would get distracted, you constantly worried both Emily, Hotch, and the others, they constantly wondered how the hell you were still alive.

Both Emily, Hotch, and JJ were your main supervisors on missions, having to literally be attached to your hip to make sure you didn’t get ambushed or injured simply because you just couldn’t be aware of your surroundings. Even outside of work both Emily and Hotch have had to “watch over you” to make sure you were safe, you couldn’t drive surprisingly, which both of them didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but you took the subway to and from work everyday, Emily and Hotch took turns, “subtly” making sure to take the train every morning and late night just to make sure you got home safe or they would just offer to drive you, which is what you usually did after a few months of working with them.

But months into the job, after a particularly hard mission that took you all to Alaska, Emily and Hotch freaked, like growing totally overbearing and overprotective, not leaving your side. That mission was a nightmare. You couldn’t stand the cold, so literally once you got there you just couldn’t function, Emily was the first to notice how you grew quiet, practically mute, shivering violently even in the three layers and coat she dressed you in. She tried to help by rubbing your shoulders and keeping you close to her and Hotch, but nothing worked.

The team had never seen you so quiet, you just were not built for this case, or the cold weather. Even when you had to share rooms at the small inn you didn't react, too busy shivering due to the cold, you didn't care or comprehend the fact that Emily had been holding you the whole time, or the fact that when you were burying your face into her shoulder Emily smiled. You were led up to a small room in the inn with, wow... only one bed and a small couch. You immediately said you could take the couch but were cut off by both Emily and Aaron who you were bunking with that it would be warmer if you shared the bed together.

So that's where you ended up for the night, sandwiched between the two older agents until early dawn when you had to get up and get dressed to head into the cold again to another crime scene due to the killer striking again in the night. You were again, quiet, grumpy, and miserable, and it didn't help that the crime scene was on the docs near the icy dark depths of water. You were petrified of bodies of water, and you never knew why, you just stayed away from water all you could, plus you couldn't swim. Emily was the first to notice you staring at the water with an almost fearful expression, walking over to you to nudge you gently, "Hey, you okay?"

You snapped your head up quickly at the nudge, nodding as you crossed your arms, "Yeah, just cold." She just raised her brows at you. "Really? Because you're staring at the water like it did something to you." You just sighed, looking up at her hesitantly, "I just- I don't like water." She frowned a little in confusion, "Why?" The way Emily was staring at you with her head tilted made you fluster, it was embarrassing to you, so you just lowered your head with a sigh, seeing the cold mist that your breath gave as you shuttered, "I-I can't swim."

Emily's eyes widened at your words, now she felt paranoid about you even being on the doc, her hand gently wrapping around your arm to pull you a little further away from the edge as she spoke, "Then how about we keep you away from these ledges, yeah?" You just blushed at the way she tried to protect you from the possibility of slipping, she watched you much closer now until you got off the docks, everybody heading back to the inn for the day. When you got back you decided to try to hang around down in the common area, watching out the windows with some hot chocolate before something caught your eye.

You immediately dropped your mug down on the table with a yell to the others as you saw a hooded figure dragging what you assumed to be a victim down to the docs, running out the door, and drawing your gun as you chased after them. You could hear commotion and yelling behind you, so you knew the others were coming, that made you feel slightly better as you ran out on the docs, it was dark and hard to see, your breathes heavy as you looked around for the unsub before you felt a shove against your back, slipping before your entire body went into shock at the feeling of water, cold water surrounding you.

Emily, Derek, and Aaron were the first ones out of the inn and the first to see the unsub shove you into the water, Emily practically screamed when she saw you slip and fall in, her voice booming out to Aaron as he barked at Derek to go after the unsub, JJ already on him, "Aaron, she cant swim!" Aarons eyes widened at Emily's words before he was running over to the doc with Emily calling out for him, but he didn't stop, he jumped in straight after you.

You didn't know what to do, flailing in complete shock with a scream of terror for help. You were petrified at the water swallowing you up, the temperature shocked your body to the point you couldn't feel it, all you remembered was going under and then darkness, piercing cold, heaviness, your lungs on fire, quickly growing tired due to fighting the water and not knowing which way was up, eventually you just gave up, letting the darkness swallow you up. You didn't remember much during that time, you didn't know how long you were under, a minute? Two? More? All you knew was that you felt a strong frame pulling your body against theirs before you were hauled up.

Emily stood above, immediately crouching down as Aaron came back up, shivering and panting with his hair wet as he held you up for Emily to take, "Take her, Take her!" he yelled out as her hands went down to grab you, pulling your limp body out of the water with a grunt onto the doc as Aaron pulled himself out, he straddled you without hesitation to check your pulse, "Shit, she's not breathing, her pulse is too weak." Emily sat down on her knees quickly, brushing your hair out of your face, tapping your cheeks, "Come on, pretty girl, don't do this to us!" Aaron just grunted and began chest compressions, alternating between compressions and breathing air into your lungs, he was terrified he'd lose you.

You couldn't move, that's all you knew, you barely even registered someone doing compressions on you, voices were muffled but there was yelling and then someone's lips against yours forcing air down your throat until you felt like you were choking, it took a whole 45 seconds to revive you from your unconscious state, one last breathe of air into you until you were keeling over with a lurch straight into Emily's arms, coughing up copious amounts of water from your lungs as she slapped at your back, her voice shaky, "Good girl, baby, cough it out, get it all out." She just breathed out in relief, giving Aaron a look as he sat up on his knees, closing his eyes with relief before getting up.

"We gotta get her warm." Aaron husked out quickly as he picked you up, you didn't have much fight left in you anyway to refuse as he carried you back to the inn and up to the room with Emily in tow. Emily immediately got to drawing a bath for you as Aaron sat you on the toilet lid with you shivering violently, his hands peeling off his own shirt while trying to keep you sat up and conscious before Emily helped him undress you, her voice soft as she spoke, "You both need to get warm, you can't stay in those clothes."

She took a breath at the sight of Aarons abs and your smaller frame, biting her lip as she knelt down to speak to you, "Hey, Y/N, if you can hear me, you and Aaron are gonna sit in that tub together, you have to get warm." She tried to warn you even though you were practically unresponsive, just giving weak whimpers back, before she helped Aaron pick you up and place you in the warm water. You were still shivering violently when Aaron sunk in behind you while Emily sat to the side, watching with concern as she looked at Aaron, "What was she thinking, going after the unsub like that? Especially to the docs- I just-"

"Emily, we cant control that now, all we can do is take care of her now and reprimand her when shes in better health." Aaron spoke out in a gravelly tone as he brushed your hair out of your face, as shameful as Aaron felt, to have your naked body so close and pressed up to his, it made him hard. He tried to shift his body to be respectful, but you were basically on his lap, he just bit his lip with a soft groan, closing his eyes as he pushed his cock between your inner thighs to rest there. Emily's pupils dilated as she watched, blushing as she shifted in her spot, "God, Aaron... I want her just as bad as you do."

Aaron just chuckled with a shake of his head as he tightened his hold on you, "I don't know about that, you can't feel how soft her skin is right now, Em." He husked out which only made Emily tilt her head at him with a small smirk, "Yeah? Well let's get our baby feeling better and hopefully, we'll both be able to feel her." She purred out. Aaron just nodded with a low groan, his eyes closing. You probably laid against Aaron in the bath for over an hour, at least until it got a bit cold until you were lifted up and wrapped in a fluffy robe before taken to bed and covered in at least three blankets with both Emily and Aaron holding you between them.

When morning came, you slowly woke to the sounds of breathy feminine moans and soft grunts, frowning as you squirmed at the feeling of the bed bouncing before rolling onto your side into Aaron, he felt so warm before you noticed his heavy breathes alongside Emily's, finally registering why the bed stopped moving once you opened your eyes. Emily was straddled on Aarons cock with her hands on his chest, she was riding him with you laid right next to them. They both were still, you were shocked until Emily spoke, "Hey baby, were sorry... we couldn't help it, we just-" Aaron cut her off by pulling you closer and meeting your lips in a hot kiss, mumbling out against your lips, "You scared us last night, babygirl... we thought we lost you. Never scare us like that again." He spoke out firmly, cupping your chin.

You just stared at them both, wide-eyed and with a blush, you didn't know what do to, its true you had developed a crush on the both of them, but you thought that just because they were the first male and female superiors you had, your mommy and daddy issues acting up, but no. Here you were laying beside them as they fucked. Emily just tucked your hair away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "Shh baby, let Mommy and Daddy have our fun and then well tend to you." She husked out before moaning as she raised herself up on Aarons cock before sinking back down and building her pace again as she panted out, "You just watch baby."

You let out a soft whimper as you watched Emily ride Hotch, she was passionate, her hips rolling with every thrust of her hips down, Hotchs hands sliding up her waist before he gripped and thrust up to meet her, making them both moan as they joined together, Emily's tits bouncing as she only rode him harder and faster the closer they got to cumming together. Emily was experienced in her own pleasure, rubbing her clit as she sank up and down on Hotchs cock, her moans getting huskier as she closed her eyes before you saw hoe Hotch slid his hands to grip at her ass as a vice to thrust his hips up quicker, seeing how his cock would stretch her and disappear inside her with each slam of his hips up made you squirm, you were soaking wet seeing how they fucked, especially hearing Emily moan as she came.

Emily cried out as she came around Hotchs cock, causing him to groan out at the feeling as he came inside her, you watched as Emily lurched and trembled, her thighs shaking as her hips twitched, her cunt gripping around Hotchs cock tighter and tighter, spilling cum down his shaft before she slowly raised up and off his cock, his cum spilling out of her as she crawled onto you, untying your robe with a tender kiss to your lips, "Is this okay baby, are you okay with this?" Emily needed to make sure you were alright before she continued, but she was answered by a timid nod from you, making her smile, "Good girl." She hummed out before kissing you again, darting her tongue into your mouth as she slid her hand down between your thighs to feel your wetness, moaning when she did.

"Oh, Aaron, she's so wet for us... did watching us make you that excited baby?" she purred out with a devious smirk as she nudged her nose against yours and found your clit with her fingertips, rubbing little circles immediately, which made you moan out and arch, closing your eyes at the warm buildup of pleasure her fingers blessed you with before they were joined by another larger pare that prodded at your entrance, whining when you felt Aaron slip a finger inside your tight wetness while he leaned over to press his lips against your nipple to suck. The stimulation of Emily's fingers rubbing circles on your clit to Aaron pumping and curling his finger inside you to his lips wrapped around your nipple, it was enough to quickly make you cum in minutes.

Luckily, minutes were all Hotch needed to get hard again, I mean it wasn't difficult due to how adorable you sounded as you came. He was a sucker for you, secretly, he loved how small you were compared to him. Emily pulled away slightly to let Aaron sit up between your thighs, but what surprised you most was when he flipped you, forcing you onto your tummy in a arch as Emily settled in front of you, her legs spread as she guided you to her soaked cunt, her voice gentle but filled with lust, "Now baby, your gonna take Daddy's cock while you eat Mommy out, okay?" You just nodded with a blush, always so eager to please before your face was shoved into her pussy by Aarons hand on the back of your head.

You let out a cry when you felt Aarons cock push into you from behind, feeling the slow stretch of your wet little pussy stretching around his girthy cock made you tremble from the feeling, moaning into Emily's pussy which made her shiver from the stimulation on her clit before you felt Aaron start to thrust into you at a punishing pace, his cock rockhard as you felt him graze against your gspot with each thrust, your eyes rolling in pleasure with a groan into Emily's pussy as you tried to lap at her clit, but it was so hard with how good Aaron felt, his words making your pussy flutter around his cock, "Mmm... that's it, baby, take my cock. You were made for it, weren't you? Such a good girl."

"Yes, she is! Fuck- such a pretty mouth on her, eating mommy out like a good girl... yes baby, suck, suck for mommy!" Emily moaned out with her hand in your hair as she shoved your face harder against her cunt, feeling her orgasm close, crying out as she felt your lips wrap around her clit to suck, making her cum quick and hard, her grip tight on your hair as Aaron sped up his thrusts, making you whine. You felt his pace, rough and fast, his hips snapping against your ass with a slap to your ass as he praised you, sinking his cock deeper into you with every thrust, your ass so soft against his pelvis as he slammed into you with a groan, holding your hips tight as he emptied his seed into you, sending you spiraling into your own orgasm, trembling violently with a loud cry between the two of them as you clamped down on his cock.

"Oh fuck..." Aaron just groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, seeing his cum-covered cock twitching still as he finally slipped out of you, seeing his cum ooze out of your used little hole made him moan. You couldn't help the whimper that left your lips at the emptiness, but you were quickly pulled up into Emily's arms as she laid your head on her chest, kissing your head. "You did so well baby." Aaron nodded and kissed your back before laying down next to you two, speaking lowly, "You did love, so please, no more diving into cold waters... never scare us like that again, we couldn't stand losing you, Y/N..." You just nodded quietly, still recovering from the fear of the night before as you spoke, "I promise." That was all they needed to hear before you were snuggled back under the blankets by the two of them and attacked with many kisses.

[2smolbeans]

Yandere Asmodeus x Cupid Mc

A/N: This was unedited and scrambled. I might add on to this in the future- but for now this is just some brain rot lol. If anyone wants to add on or use this idea for themselves, feel free! Just give me credit ^^

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Cupid! Mc who would spend centuries doing their duties as a cupid, walking amongst the human world and influcing the feeling of love amongst people.

Cupid! Mc, who was the cupid of Eros, often pondered if demons could ever fall in love. Love is a natural feeling, whether it be platonic, romantic, or familial - so could the worst of the worst feel something genuine like that?

Cupid! Mc was curious when they heard about the exchange program for angels, demons, and humans to get along. Maybe they would get to meet new creatures alike!

Cupid! Mc, who decided to apply to the program out of pure wonder if a creature who was neither angelic, demonic, or human could join the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

Cupid! Mc who often found themselves the main attraction of the school. Somehow, always finding a group of demons staring at them with malicious intent.

Cupid! Mc who somehow found themselves befriending a group of incubi and sucubi. It was eye-opening meeting a bunch of beings who were the polar opposite of you. Regardless, they helped you around while they bombarded you with questions.

Cupid! Mc, after staying in devildom for years, would eventually be introduced to the king of lust himself, Asmodeus. With the personification of love being in hell, of course, the personification of lust would come along.

Asmodeus! Who would rush at you with exciment, stating how he's it's been a while since he's encountered a cupid and asked how your goddess the "Bitchy jealous Aphrodite" was doing.

Asmodeus! Who would always stick by your side, claiming how a dove like you should be careful in hell. Generously offering to be your tour guide while he showered you with companionship.

Asmodeus! As the king of lust, was surprisingly modest with you. To your surprise, he was in no rush to get in between your pants but rather trying his hardest to keep his reputation with you on a good note.

Asmodeus! Who you soon got to know as a close friend was a selfish individual. Casually sleeping with those left and right while breaking hearts along the way simply because he was bored.

Cupid! Mc, who doesn't expect much from the avatar of lust just simply accepts him for who he is. They don't understand why lust is so tempting for someone.. Regardless, they simply turn the other way and continue to treat Asmodeus as a friend.

Cupid! Mc, who begins to find themselves closer with Asmodeus. No longer seeing them just as the avatar of lust - but a trustworthy friend they could gossip with and someone to go to advice.

Asmodeus! Who is conflicted about how he feels about Mc begins to question them and their relationship. After all, someone always wants something..

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"Why are you still here with me? I'm not trying to be pretentious or anything, but..I'm..Well y'know? Isn't that enough to drive you away?"

"No..Not really. I mean I know what you are, and I know what you've done. You can't help it! It's just who you are"

"W-Well, yeah..I guess. But you're okay with that?"

"Ruining people's lives, preying on innocent people. No. Of course not! But, you've been good to me, and I think that's the best you've done. Why? Aren't you usually like 'Oh! Well they deserved it!' Or 'Meh, sucks to be them'?"

"I mean yeah! They were asking for it. It's not like I directly ruined their lives. They came to me first! But you..Aren't you disgusted of me?"

"No, actually not at all. I get it. We're similar actually. Constantly chasing a high that only someone can give us..Yeah?"

"Yeah..You..You get me"

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Asmodeus! Who gained a new perspective about you eversince that conversation begins to feel..Anxious about you. He's never felt this way, and he hates it. He's never felt so insecure about his relationship with someone.

Asmodeus! Who begins to scratch at his skin whenever he sees you talk amongst other demons. Jealousy..He's never felt it before with others.. Why was it with you?

Asmodeus! Who wants to get rid of this awful feeling, sleeps around with whoever he can find. Trying to distract himself from you plauging his mind. But no matter what, it never helped..

Asmodeus! Who slowly loses his mind whenever you speak your mind. When was the last time someone spoke to him without wanting something? If you were to leave, would he ever have that again?

Asmodeus! Who slowly reveals his ugly flaws around you. He's slowly falling at the seems with his alienated feelings towards you..

Asmodeus! Who finally snaps under the pressure of his internal struggle decides to do something about it. His solution? Keeping you locked up until he figures out what you are to him and what he wants with you.

Asmodeus! Who sweetly smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist while cooing those words that seemed to mush inside your head.

Asmodeus! Who had successfully lulled you inside his room keeps you locked up in a nice set of chains.

Asmodeus! Who reveals himself to be a desperate and emotionally starved demon, whines for your attention and affection. Threatening to clip off your wings whenever you ignore him, blaming you for bewitching him to fall in love with you. That's what it was, right?!

Asmodeus! Who after pulling you into a kiss realises what you are to him. You're more than just a typical hookup or 'partner'. You were someone he genuinely loved. Which was embarrassing him to admit since he always believed:

"Love and lust cannot mix. Literally, I'm not capable of it. No matter how much someone treats me good, unfortunately for them, I won't fall in love. Hell, I don't think I've ever had an actual butterflies in my stomach crush for anyone!"

Asmodeus! Even though obessed and greedy for your attention- it is pathetically starved for your approval. He won't push any moves on you, but he'll constantly shower you with kisses, self care, and gifts just to see you contempt!

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(Annd that's all I have. I'm too sick to write anything else. But I have a lot of thoughts about these two! So I'll add more in the future)

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[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Ghoul Roomate: Zillah (he/they)—Is it wrong to cannibalize your love interests ex?

Yandere Ghoul Roomate moved from Amos's apartment to yours. The dude didn't even particularly like them. Amos was so obsessed with his podcast. They know Amos loves their new little roommate.

You are pretty smokin'. However, no regular human stays untouched in this town. He won't eat you, but he isn't just letting Amos keep you all for himself.

Creep probably came in his pants the first time he saw you. Gross.

Yandere Ghoul Roomate introduces himself as Zillah. They seem pretty laid back. They smoke a lot of weed and mostly chill in their room. It keeps his craving for human flesh down. It doesn't exactly get him high, but it mellows him out quite a bit.

Since he always has the 'munchies' he always has extra snacks. The pantry is constantly stocked with human food. You haven't had to go shopping once. It's weird. He doesn't mind smoking in front of you, but he hates eating in front of you. You chalk it up to some kind of nervousness.

Yandere Ghoul Roomate keeps his fangs in check around you. His tentacles never escape his human disguise. They do drool because of your scent. They can't help it. They simply want a small taste of your blood. They wouldn't eat any of your flesh! He promises.

Anytime you get a cut, they seem to magically appear out of thin air. It drives him mad. He pesters you to immediately take care of it. He even goes so far as to bandage it up himself.

He has to use every ounce of his will not to drag you to his room so he can sink his fangs in you. The thought makes him moan quietly.

Yandere Ghoul Roomate shows you around Holy Springs. He carries his skateboard with him and points out different places. He tells you to never enter the casino or any of the hotels. He points out the pot shop and leads you away from the butchery.

They sell a bunch of different meats there, including your kind.

They tell you how it's almost always foggy. There are a lot of gooey muck ponds. That's where all of the goo almagmations live. They don't need you ending up there. All of it would claim you as theirs.

Yandere Ghoul Roomate locks himself in his room most nights. He had to soundproof his room so you wouldn't be able to hear the pained screams of his prey. He could always just buy some meat from the butchery, but Zillah prefers his meals alive and kicking.

He likes humans the most, but he'll settle for lower-ranking demons possessing human bodies. They're a bit crispy for his taste. Either too bitter or spicy for him. Human meat really is the sweet spot.

Yandere Ghoul Roomate keeps you from Amos. It is a bit irritating because you always want to hang out with Amos! You always listen to him on the radio. Zillah tells you that he's bad news. They tell you that Amos is a creep and a bad roomie.

Amos always gets them riled up. It's one of the few times you see them with fire burning in their eyes—hellfire to be exact.

That's why you tend to avoid the topic of Amos around him.

Yandere Ghoul Roomate loves helping you with chores, especially laundry! Your clothes always smell fresh. He also always offers to clean them. Sometimes you find him passed out in the laundry basket with a half-smoked joint ashing on the floor.

It's just so easy to sleep near your scent. He's already taken it up as his. He would steal all of your clothes and make a nest shrine out of them if he was able.

Yandere Ghoul Roomate is always there for you, always. Their tentacles really enjoy being there for you. They give the best massages and other things as well. He only does it when you're half asleep, of course. He doesn't want your gorgeous little face contorting into horror quite yet. It does get him off though.

Just stay in the apartment and chill with them. They don't bite~. They promise.

[saetoru]

Tee forget rich boy gojo what about frat boy geto ☹️

RULES — GETO SUGURU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ frat boy! geto suguru x reader — 2.0k words — you always break your rules for geto

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of fem masturbation, pet names (baby + princess)

— notes ⋮ i’m totally normal about him yup

rule number one of college is never to get involved with a frat boy.

rule number two is if you do get involved with one, you run—except geto suguru makes it entirely impossible to follow either of those two rules.

he’s different, or so you like to tell yourself. he doesn’t even look like the other frat boys. instead, he has long hair that gets thrown into a messy little bun, and he wears those baggy pants that usually look lame—but somehow he manages to make them look so good. but more importantly, he seems to know how to sweet talk his way into what he wants.

unlike the other boys, there’s nothing intimidating about geto, nothing that makes you want to submit and give into his whims because of that predatory grin. no, instead, geto lures you with gentle smiles and saccharine words. and that’s even more dangerous, you think—it’s like that tale of the snake, that faux affection of laying beside you as it sizes you up, until one day, you’re swallowed whole. 

you shouldn’t keep coming back—and technically, you don’t. it’s not that you come back to geto…it’s that he chases you down, one step at a time, slow and quiet so that you don’t realize the hunter is hunting. it’s not until your back is pressed against a corner do you realize you’ve been the prey all along.

“c’mon, baby,” he hums against your neck, making you gasp when his teeth graze the skin. he sucks slowly, deliberately, with a smile against you as you squirm under his touch. “i missed you,” he murmurs, “‘s like you’ve been avoiding me. you wouldn’t do that, right?”

“n-no,” you shake your head—which is a lie, and you both know it. but he only chuckles, mumbles out a quiet that’s right against your neck before he’s back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse point.

“look at you,” he grins, eyeing you up and down, taking in the cute little top you’re wearing and those high heels that drive him mad. you’re even wearing that lip gloss he likes—the one he loves smeared along his cock…but that’s for later, he thinks. “you look all dolled up, don’t you? ‘s all for me, huh?”

“yes,” you whisper—because you’re weak. you let yourself fall right into his hands, let yourself wander right into the trap he sets every time. “yes, ‘s for you,” you say with a shaky voice, gripping onto his bicep.

geto knows that one text, just one is all it takes. just one i’ll see you at the party tonight, right? and you’re already sifting through outfits and spraying your most expensive perfume. he knows just how to give just enough to make you want to give back tenfold—just enough to make you get used to the taste, yet never enough to satisfy, until you’re starving for more.

“s-suguru, please,” you whine, bucking your hips and trying to rub your clothed cunt against the bulge in his pants. you’re pretty sure there must be a line outside the bathroom by now, and you’re distantly mortified that someone might just hear you moaning his name—but then he kisses your lips once, twice, a third time, and you simply don’t care anymore.

“please what, baby? c’mon, you know i love it when you talk,” he chuckles.

“please, more,” you huff, boldly moving a hand between your bodies to cup his erection and squeeze. he lets out a strained groan, head falling to the crook of your neck as he bucks his hips against your palm, chasing that sweet friction selfishly. 

“fuck—you gotta be patient, princess,” he growls, mustering up enough self-control to grab your wrist and move your hand away. his hand moves up to squeeze your cheeks together, tilting your face to meet his eyes as he glares. “think it’s only fair i make you wait as long as you’ve made me, don’t you think?”

he texts you sometimes. sometimes in the morning to ask you if you want coffee, sometimes after class to walk you home, sometimes in the middle of the night just to ask about your day. but you know better—you know how guys like him work, how you’re not the only one, how you’re never the only one. you don’t want to be another girl who cries over geto while he buys another coffee for another unsuspecting victim, and you don’t want to watch him offer that gentle smile, those sweet words, those careful touches to someone that’s not you.

but then your words betray you before you can help it: “no, suguru,” you plead, “need you! need you to fuck me—please, i want it.” you can’t help but beg—because something about him makes you so shameless, so needy and desperate that every ounce of logic and dignity dissipates from your mind. 

“you sure? you didn’t seem to want it when you were ignoring my texts—”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, “jus’ please, wanna feel you.”

it’s a vicious cycle—every time you tell yourself this is the last time, it’s never really the last time. you manage to ignore geto suguru and his sweet words and handsome smile for just a little bit before he’s dragging you right back in. and you should know better by now—you can atone for all your sins as much as you want, but the devil is always crept up your shoulder, always whispering those tempting words into the shell of your ear. this is the last time turns into just one more time, and then pretty soon, you’re in this same position over and over again. 

against the wall, caged by his body as his hands squeeze your hips. 

“yeah? can’t get enough of me, can you? is it cause i fuck you so good? can’t find someone else to make you feel like this?”

his fingers have pulled your pants down your legs by now, your underwear halfway down your thighs as he sinks two fingers into your dripping cunt. it feels good—feels so achingly good as he teases your clit with his thumb, ghosts of circles rubbing over the sensitive nub while his fingers curl against your spot. you mewl, legs shaking as you try to stand up straight, as you try to take what he gives you while keeping yourself together. but it’s too hard, and soon, you feel his hand hook under one leg and prop it against his hip, supporting your frame as he works his digits in and out of your cruelly. 

“suguru‚ suguru—fuck,” you gasp, whimpering as the tips of his fingers brush against that sensitive spot against your walls, his thumb rubbing harshly against your clit in circles that leave you biting your lip. 

no one touches you like geto—you can’t help but come to this realization in the dead of night when your own fingers just don’t bring the same satisfaction. you can’t reach as deep as he can, find that spot as fast as he can, make yourself cum like he can. 

“look at you, princess,” he hums, “already such a mess. just think,” he bullies his fingers into your faster, making you squeal, “just think how messy you’ll look when i’m fucking you full.”

those words are all it takes for you to sob—latching onto his body as you roll your hips and cum. your walls flutter around his fingers, whimpering as he fucks his digits into you while you ride out your high. his thumb rubs against your clit until you’re practically shaking against him—’s too much, you want to say…but you know it won’t really make a difference, and your voice fails you anyway.

your slumped against the wall, watching as his hands hastily fumble with his pants, pushing them down his legs as he frees his aching cock. it’s flushed a pretty red, leaking with precum, and stiff in his hands as he closes his eyes and groans quietly when he wraps around the girth and slowly strokes along the length a few times. it’s filthy—the wet sound of his precum smearing along his cock, glistening against the skin as you stare. 

you don’t hesitate to replace his hand with yours, feeling the familiar weight in your hands as you fist his cock and drag your palm up and down against the length. 

“f-fuck—that’s it baby, like that,” he moans, head falling back against your shoulder, quiet grunts spilling past his lips as you squeeze around his tip. he fucks his hips into your fist, panting against you as you graze your thumb along his slit and pull a small whine from him. 

and then you can’t wait—can’t even wait for a second longer as you quickly guide his tip to line up against your entrance, rubbing against your folds and collecting your slick along his tip. 

“in—want you in me, suguru,” you beg. he doesn’t argue, doesn’t even think to tease you as he presses his cock to slip past your folds and sink into your heat, the thick veins dragging along your walls and making you gasp. 

“so tight, baby—always so tight. prettiest fuckin’ pussy i ever had,” he rasps. 

it makes you slightly bitter at the prospect that he’s had others to even compare to you—but then there’s that subtle satisfaction that you’re the best he’s had, the one he can’t get enough of, the one he chases and chases and keeps coming back to. 

you know deep down that you’re simply being foolish, that getting his dick wet is not a difficult process for someone like geto suguru and all you’re doing is making it easy for him…but a small part of you likes to think that this is real. that the way his arms cradle you as he fucks into you, that the way he kisses your neck and then your lips, hot and messy and so needy—it’s all because he wants you, and only you. 

“feels good—so good, suguru,” you gasp, “‘m close, ‘m gonna…gonna cum—”

“just a bit longer, baby,” he presses a soft kiss to your jaw, moaning into your skin as your walls squeeze around him with a particularly sloppy thrust, “wait for me, yeah? cum with me—j-just gotta feel you cum with me.”

his hips are sloppy, angling into you with practically no rhythm anymore as he chases his orgasm. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you sobbing, feeling the coil in your belly tighten and tighten until you’re sure it’ll snap any second. 

“‘m gonna cum—fuck, ‘m gonna cum suguru, please—”

“cum for me, princess,” he gasps, and with one more slam of his hips, the brush of his tip against your sweet spot, you unravel, cumming for the second time as you shriek his name. 

geto follows right after, his cum hot as it fills you up, as he fucks his load into you, as his cock twitches with every rope he paints your walls white with. your nails dig into his shoulder as you whine his name while he grunts yours, feeling the way he all but splits you open as his cock drills into you sloppily. 

it’s not long before his hips slow, a few more shallow thrusts of his hips before he stills and pants into your shoulder, kissing against the mark he’s bitten into your skin. this is the part you hate—the part that fills you up with dread from what you’ve done, the part that makes you realize that every time you let geto suguru get away with using you as a quick fuck, you fall deeper and deeper for that sweet smile and soft laugh. 

“c’mon, baby,” he pulls away from your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your lips, “we can go to my room and—”

“that’s okay,” you cut him off, doing everything you can to avoid his eyes, “i was gonna go home now anyway—”

“that’s okay,” he cuts you off, repeating your own words back to you, “you can just spend the night with me.”

and before you can protest, his lips are back on yours, kissing you sweet and slow enough that you can’t help but melt into his arms and give up arguing against him. 

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[absolutely-esme]

Monster!Tim Coraline AU part 2

A while back, I posted an Idea I had For a Combination of a Coraline AU and a Meta!Tim AU. It's here assuming I made the link correctly.

Well, I had more thoughts on the matter, so I'm making another post.

First off, I want to expand/clarify on how Tim's powers work.

Tim fights (or otherwise challenges) various supernatural things and gains power from defeating them.  I touched on this before and mentioned that it was because it was symbolically similar hunting and eating prey.  I would like to talk a bit more about what this entails. 

Upon achieving victory, Tim takes a bit of power from the defeated opponent and incorporates it into himself.  Tim can gain abilities this way or just boost his own power level a bit.  He does not physically eat any part of his opponent.

The opponent is left a bit weaker, but does not lose abilities completely and is not permanently damaged.  They can get their power levels back up given some time.  Think of it like donating blood, they’ll be a little weak and woozy for a bit, but no lasting harm is done.  Now, I cannot stress enough that this is because of the choices Tim makes. 

Tim chooses to use his powers in the gentlest way available.  He chooses not to take more than they can safely part with.  He chooses not to simply consume them completely.  He chooses to pay careful attention to how much power his opponents can afford to part with and whether or not they are in a position to weather the recovery safely.  Tim grew up looking up to Batman and Robin.  He believes in harm reduction. 

That’s why the supernatural-leaning rogues fear him so much.  Their instincts are very aware that this is a predator that has simply decided not to kill them today.  He probably won’t next time either, but he could easily make a different decision at any time.  At least some of them are not entirely aware of their ties to the supernatural or why the third Robin inspires such primal existential fear.

The thing that drives Tim to keep doing these challenges is not primarily a desire for power (though some of the abilities he gains are useful), but rather because it makes the hunger more manageable for a bit.  It doesn’t stop it, but it takes the edge off for a little while.  Tim was incredibly suspicious of this at first.  He knows full well that his condition makes a point of being inconvenient and that it is easy to spiral out of control in a way that makes one dangerous to oneself or others.  He remembers how miserable the fallout of trying to eat to fullness was.  He made a careful study of the challenges and how they affected him.  He kept meticulous notes on his mental and physical state.  He also created and stuck to a very rigid schedule on how often he would allow himself to “hunt,” and made a point of not taking too much from his “prey.”

Tim starts off pretty close to a baseline human and gathers abilities over time.

When he is very young he gains improved stealth and the ability to sense secrets.  For a little while, that’s all he has, until he learns that there are other things in Gotham he can challenge.

 While he was still very young he collected the ability to make his fingernails razor-sharp, the ability to climb like a goat, some minor enhanced strength (just enough to somewhat offset the disadvantage of being so tiny), partial immunity to slipperiness caused by water (from the many rain/fog/whatever spirits to be found in a city as gloomy as Gotham), increased impact resistance (don’t know what that thing was, but Tim’s not sure if he actually beat it or if it was just so high above his level that it felt safe to feed him a scrap of its power purely out of curiosity over what he might do with it), and a bite like a beartrap.

Then the Beldam incident happened.  He got a lot from dealing with the Beldam because that wasn’t an ordinary challenge (by his way of doing things).  The Beldam was too powerful, too dangerous, too impossible to contain, too sneaky, too focused on targeting vulnerable victims who won’t be missed in time for any sign to be found.  Tim had to stop her for good right then and there because he only had one shot.  Even if he survived and escaped (which wasn’t especially likely if he held back at all) she would go right on killing children.  There was no way to put the Beldam in Arkham even just until the next breakout.  No way to track the Beldam.  No way of protecting other isolated, vulnerable children without lethal force.  So Tim killed the Beldam and consumed it entirely (he has to think of the Beldam as an it, he can’t afford to do otherwise). 

From defeating the Beldam, he gained a supernatural knack for fiber arts (especially spinning, weaving, and sewing), the ability to control things he makes with these skills to a certain degree, the ability to see through buttons he’s sewn on things, some slight shapeshifting, minor space-folding on the level of making his pockets a bit bigger on the inside, and illusory powers that allow him to make things seem a bit nicer/brighter/more pleasant.  He also gains a pretty huge general power boost that goes into enhancing his existing abilities.  He takes to spinning some very strong cord and keeping a few skeins on his person at all times because it’s useful for a number of things and makes a pretty good weapon, especially with his ability to manipulate it.

The shapeshifting isn’t much on it’s own, but it can combine with other abilities he’s taken on to let him make greater changes and take on forms that better support use of his powers.

After the Beldam incident, Tim’s power levels increase a good deal very quickly, allowing him to challenge and defeat stronger opponents and collect stronger abilities.  Tim continues wandering, continues fighting, continues gaining power. 

(Trauma?  What Trauma?  He’s fine.  It all turned out okay in the end.  The Beldam is dead.  The souls she trapped are free.  Tim totally doesn’t have complicated feelings about killing her.  It.  Tim is fine.  Tim totally doesn’t have nightmares about an evil Batman with buttons for eyes.  You would not believe how fine he is.)

He collects some extra senses that allow him to maintain greater awareness of his surroundings.  He gains the ability to produce and maintain a very small fire (like a candle flame on a tealight) at his fingertips.  He gets quicker reflexes from something he probably wouldn’t have been able to beat prior to killing the Beldam (he had to tank an uncomfortable number of hits in that fight).

He gains the ability to find and use what he decides to call shortcuts. They’re these odd little throughways tucked into out of the way places that he can pass through and go from one place to someplace a fair distance away.   One of them is an odd little opening in a wall between a dead-end alley and a rooftop on the other side of town.  The shortcuts don’t look odd or out of place.  He mostly recognizes them by vibes.  If he had been born with this ability rather than gaining it later in life he probably wouldn’t have realized that there was anything odd about the shortcuts or that no one else could see them.

…

Tim goes on doing his thing, pretending he wasn’t traumatized by the Beldam, and even managing to heal a little despite his somewhat unhealthy handling of it.

Then Robin dies, and Batman loses it.  Now Batman is self-destructing and looks like he’s going to take all of Gotham down with him, the Other Gotham Nightmares are back, and Robin is fucking dead. 

Tim is not okay.

Tim tries to get someone else, anyone else, to deal with the situation because a violent, out of control Batman is a pretty massive trigger for him.  No one else who seems like they might be able to do anything for Batman is willing to intervein.  Batman is getting worse.

It looks like Tim is going to have to be the one to do something about this.

…

When Tim eventually begins his training to be Robin, it is such a hassle learning how to fight without his powers.  Batman and Nightwing think he’s incredibly clumsy when he first starts his training and wonder just how the heck he managed to follow them undetected for so long.  Then the clumsiness clears up more quickly than they would have expected, and they are concerned that he might have had a concussion when he started training and they didn’t notice. 

It’s actually because he has to re-learn how to get around without using his powers in a way that Batman and Nightwing would notice, and he’s started to forget how to account for large bulky items that aren’t tucked away in a pocket dimension.  That said, he did do it all without powers in the beginning so he’s re-learning rather than learning something new for the first time.  Also, he figures out pretty quickly that he can use the stealth he got from secret hunters and the goat-like climbing ability he got from a Jersey Devil because neither Bruce nor Dick realizes just how unusual Dick’s childhood level of ability was.

While Tim is operating as the Bats’ emotional support child, he uses his illusion powers from the Beldam to look cute, comforting, healthy, and un-concerning.  When he’s not with the Bats, he drops the illusion and just goes about his business with his actual appearance.  When he has some shit to get done far enough outside of the Bats’ sphere of influence that he can be reasonably confident he can avoid them finding out about it, he turns into something out of a scary movie.

Guess who gave digital art a try? Here we have Emotional Support Tim, Regular Tim, and Cryptid Tim.

I hadn't originally planned for Cryptid Tim to be showing that much skin, but i had to spend a lot of time figuring out the anatomy before I could figure out how to dress him, and by the time I realized what I was doing, i'd put so much work into the shading on the ribcage that i didn't want to cover it completely. Tim won't actually dress like that in Cryptid form, I just worked really hard on the anatomy. I should do more art to figure out his actual Cryptid Garb.

I went the stretched out, spindly monster route for Tim's Cryptid form because his magic/condition is called "afflicted with gluttony." I know a lot of artists make monsters based on the concept of gluttony heavyset with lots of excess fat tissue, but I feel like it makes sense to have a gluttony monster look hungry, like no matter how much it's eaten it's nowhere near enough.

The gray-ish skin with darker gray hands was just because I thought it would look spooky, and redoing the hands once they were done felt like it would be a lot of work. Hands are hard. Especially with foreshortening.

[doberbutts]

i hope this isnt weird to say but i really appreciate your dobeposting, especially about the history & current disposition of the breed. my mom has had dobermans my whole life and it led me to kinda... really dislike them for years, her last three and current youngster all were/are so nervy and quick to bite unprovoked (thankfully the young girl is coming around pretty nicely, no actual aggressive bites, just still learning to take things gently)

anyway, getting to the point, reading you explain about the breed's history, who dobermann actually was & how they were created & what they were originally bred for, and the way unfortunately the temperament has gotten messy due to that mixing of people wanting dobes to be family pet dogs and one-person protection dogs at the same time, or just try to make them into a pet dog they just aren't cut out to be (my mom is very much one of the former lol) really helped me understand and appreciate the breed. my dad has american akitas, and imho they have a similar issue of people trying to breed them for social, cheery pet temperaments which just tends to go very badly for a very large, high aggression, high prey drive, not suited for the average suburbanite breed like them, and realizing dobermans basically have a kind of more severe extent of the same issue (albeit I'm oversimplifying here) really helped me understand them.

i dont think I'd ever choose to have one, but I've definitely got a lot more respect and appreciation from afar.

so, sorry for rambling and probably being repetitive, hope i made some kind of sense, just wanted to say thank you for being a great breed advocate :)

here's a dobe tax, my mom's ~18 month old little girl, kira. she looks like that because, from what the rescue told my mom, she was from a backyard breeder and had to be removed from her first two homes due to mistreatment. still manages to be a real sweetie most of the time

Hey thanks for the compliment and the dog tax!

It really sucks because I think dobermans can be fantastic pet dogs... to people who want a doberman and all that entails. But a lot of people in the outcross groups I'm griping about want something more like a gun dog or a retriever in a doberman costume, and it's very frustrating to explain again and again that that simply is not what a doberman is.

I'd be all for a doberman outcross that actually respects what a doberman is for! The problem is that there have been very few of those, and most of them started with junk and ended up fairly lackluster in what they produced because you can't shine a turd and call it gold.

Dobermans don't have to be nervy, loose cannon, fear aggressive, bite risk demons. My doberman is not! My doberman before him was scared, but that was largely a socialization problem caused by living 2 years of her life exclusively in a box, and she wasn't dangerous, she just shut down and shivered. My doberman before her wasn't like this. And my doberman before him was, but again with the known abuse in his background from being a court case dog it's likely that he didn't start out that way and didn't need to become that.

It is possible to have a doberman that is actually a really fun dog to have and be around. You just. Have to understand that they are a doberman. My best friend @khayr has a doberman that's a pet, that does not do any sort of protection work. Her dog is very safe to be around! She's a lovely creature and I think well matched to my buddy's needs. But! She's also a doberman! That means she doesn't like the mailman or the UPS drivers! It means when missionaries knock on her door, her dog throws a fit! It means when she's out late at night and someone rapidly approaches her, her dog puts herself between her and the oncoming stranger! Because she's a doberman! She's supposed to do that!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Double penetration, perhaps? 👀

"A rabbit should know better than to wander into a well-trodden den." The voice hisses slightly on the 's' in his sentence, but is otherwise raspy and masculine and... threatening. Dabi tries to keep himself from being cowed. He is in danger here, he is in danger everywhere because he was so unfortunate that he was born a rabbit instead of a wolf like his father. But he can right some of his misfortune now if he's clever and manages to survive this. 

"A snake should know that wolves don't like having them in their territory." 

"The village is their territory. You are in mine." 

His ears are better than his father's and that is why he can hear the snakefolk moving across the ceiling, creeping closer, preparing to strike. "If they have their way, serpent, this won't be your territory by winter's end. They know that the cold temperatures will drive you to sleep, and they mean to come out here to kill you as you hibernate." 

"And why would you betray your village to tell me this? Surely you know that I could kill you and that if I don't, if they don't, they still won't ever let you back inside of the walls again." 

"Not if you're awake when the wolves come for you. Not if you strike first with your deadly bite and take them off guard. You could kill them all, keep your territory, and I could go back to the village, no one any wiser. And in spring, if you decide you want to make your territory larger, a village without hunters would be ripe for the taking, especially if you already had an ally within the walls." 

"You're an ambitious little thing, aren't you?" 

"Prey are overlooked. I won't be forever." 

"What's your name, little rabbit?" 

"Dabi." It's the name he decided that he would keep for his interactions with this creature. A name that cannot be traced back to him if he manages to get back to the village. 

He tenses as the snakefolk slips along the cavern walls, out into the light just enough for Dabi to make out his pale skin, long light hair, and long lower body made of coil upon coil of muscle lined with snow white scales. Blood red eyes watch him out of a face that might be handsome if Dabi couldn't see, even from this distance, how his cheeks are split open far past his lips so that he can open his mouth to its fullest point. "My name is Tomura Shigaraki, and if you wish to keep my den warm until the wolves' blood takes that honor, then you are going to prove it to me." Dabi tenses. He can't mean-- The serpent's gaze doesn't waver, he simply extends one long, taloned hand to him. 

He was prepared for the creature to ask for a sacrifice of flesh, but not this kind. Losing his virginity is a far cry from the limb he thought he would have to give up though, and after another second of hesitation, he straightens his spine and crosses deeper into the shadows. He forces himself to hold his head high even as his heart starts to race as he bypasses the outstretched hand and moves right into the larger creature's space, curling his hands over his shoulders, as cold as the hard earth beneath his feet. He's never done this before, but he tries to not show it as he considers his lips, not looking at the other in the eye. "I suppose kissing you is out of the question with those deadly teeth." He trails his hands down his chest. No nipples, but there are thick scars and gouges taken out of his skin and the heavy muscle he finds as his hands move lower and lower, until skin transitions into even cooler scales that have such a soft unique texture that Dabi nearly gets distracted from what he's doing. He doesn't have a 'between' his legs when there are no legs at all, and Dabi can't find his genitals. But he puts his fingers over where he thinks they should be and says instead, "but I could kiss you here?"

"You could." The snake seems almost bored, and Dabi doesn't like that the end of his tail is moving steadily closer to him, preparing to coil around his ankles and drag him off his feet. So he kneels instead. He trails kisses along the path of his hands down the serpent's body until he reaches the point where he thinks something should be happening, and then he presses his lips there. He flicks his tongue over the scales, tracing the texture of them, letting his hot breath spread against his body. And after a few minutes, when his tongue licks over him, the scales beneath it move. Dabi pulls back to watch as they start to spread open into a slit at the front of his body. Oh. He thought that the snake was a man but he hasn't seen many--

He's not expecting it when hands wrap around his biceps to pull him back up, the grip easily shifting and making Dabi yelp as he's lifted off the ground entirely so that the snake can carry him deeper into the den. They don't go too far until there is a massive bed of soft, dry grasses and leaves that have been piled across every inch of the stone floor. That's where Shigaraki sets him down, his tail coiling up one of Dabi's legs so he can spread him open as he shifts to between them. "I'll have every inch of your heat if I'm to serve your will." He tells him, eyes dangerous and sharp on his face. 

"I'm only here to offer a boon." He tries to protest, but he has a hard time sounding earnest when the serpent is plucking the strings that keep his breeches closed. 

"You wouldn't be if it didn't serve your own interests. First you will serve mine." 

He doesn't let himself tremble. He spreads his legs wider. He arches up so that he can help the snake pull his pants low enough to see that his cock is starting to harden, that his hybrid body is causing his hole to start to slicken in preparation of giving the inches of him the snake seems to want most. Not how he thought this would happen, not sure if he ever gave it any real thought. But he will do whatever he needs to. Dabi realizes abruptly that he knows very, very little about snakes as the other moves up his body, laying as much of their skin together as he can, but not before he gets another look at his slit. 

An opening for the two cocks that are now pressing out in the open air and quite a bit larger than his own. Large because they're in proportion to the rest of his body, but Dabi's is not made for a creature like him. 

It doesn't stop him from moaning loudly as his body does its best to open up for him as Tomura Shigaraki starts to press them inside of his hole. 

[supurman]

+ TOPIC : // the npc profile of the krypto you will find on supurman

QUICK SUMMARY: this krypto follows an original origin story but then features a twist when clark goes to college from my own design. i do this because i feel krypto has become a underutilized and eventually forgotten beloved companion of superman. on this blog i seek to make krypto more of a character in clarks life. its HIS dog from his home planet after all. he's a good boy.

KRYPTO HC DIRECTORY: 1 ( random summary of krypto facts and hcs )

NAME: krypto ( real name ), spot ( past, secret identity), dusty ( current, secret identity ) ALIASES: krypto the super dog BELONGS TO: kal-el superman, and the house of el family FAVORITE PERSON: kal, but he loves all his el's. AGE: unsure & verse dependent., definitely older than superman by AT LEAST 4 years. doesnt show signs of aging. clark always says he's about 4 for his identities sake. OCCUPATION: live stock guardian dog, guard + attack dog ( always ), protector of metropolis ( current ), trained therapy dog to clark kent, part time guard dog for others if superman allows ( i,e green lanterns ask for krypto )

SECRET IDENTITY: dusty, the normal farm dog. as dusty kryptos high tech collar is black and shows a tag that says dusty. but when he turns into krypto the collar turns red, his tag turns into to the super insignia, and a cape pops out! even without krypto's collar can he blend in as a normal white dog who has no sense of duty and just likes to be content canine.

+ SUB TOPIC : // mannerisms....

krypto is a medium social dog who is only ever excited to see those he has a bond to. hes not overly social to meet strangers muhc preferring to stick with his people. but, he is not aggressive to random pettings from strangers which is completely fine. he more or less will just sit there. he is a friendly dog with a level head and a strong sense of duty as taught to him by superman.

IT IS IMPORTANT KNOW KRYPTO IS A DOG. unlike humans, he doesn't feel guilt to kill. krypto is trained to incapacitate but he also BITES TO KILL. more often then not he is shown in comics to go for the neck. so be sure to tell the dog first if you want him to kill or simply incapacitate. if you try to go for his family or people he is dedicated to protect often times krypto will make his own choice and that is to KILL.

+ SUB TOPIC : // powers ...

EYES: a brown-orange. a common dog eye color... WEIGHT: 157 LBS FUR: white, has a coarseness to it on his back. EARS & TAIL: pointed ears, long paddle tail... prone to happy tail. but his tail wont hurt him it can hurt others like you kicked your beside corner!

krypto is a large white dog who looks like a cross between a german shepherd and a grey wolf. he has the same gait as a grey wolf which promotes calorie efficiency and maximum endurance. when asked by normal clark says his dog is very specific unrecognized breed from his corner in kansas. this is to not make any suspicious how clark seems to always have these very similar looking dogs over the years, since dogs do die but krypto does not !

+ SUB TOPIC : // DOG BREED . . .

BREED: kryptonian shepherd. much like the german shepherd of today they are a versatile breed who can do more then what they were originally intended for. krypto has a innate strong sense of guarding his people, a gentleness with domesticated animals, a high prey and ball drive which makes him great as a working dog. kryptonian shepherds feel happy to do any job. down to the bone this breed is a working dog and seeks stimulation. intelligent. capable of being independent and figuring things out on their own.. has a good 'off ' button so they can be an active dog when needed or a calm and relaxed companion at home after a good days work.

developed on krypton. it was a popular breed that could withstand the lower temperatures the planet could endure in the winter due to the red giant sun being very cool. featuring a white double coat that sheds out in the spring. these dogs only came in white.

sent in a test rocket before the infant kal-el from krypton, krypto was meant to land on earth to accompany his infant kryptonian kal. in a sad turn of events krypto's rocket lost course so he laid suspended in space. after about 12 years krypto crash landed onto the same farm kal, now named clark, had when he was an infant. dog and boy now united they bonded quickly as the 2 only survivors of their destroyed home krypton. to krypto, the destruction of krypton meant nothing, finding his boy again meant everything.

krypto stayed with clark on the farm and just like his kryptonian the dog developed amazing powers under the yellow sun.

when clark turned 18 he sought to bring his dog with him to metropolis so he too made a secret identity for his pooch. clark learned how to train dogs himself , trained krypto, then eventually become a certified service dog so he can readily follow his boy. together, they headed off into metropolis.

over the years, krypto did develop a rebellious stage becoming quite reactive for reasons clark could only equate to not knowing how to go about his powers. the dog would scare lois, and was even aggressive to kara. he was a liability to hurt someone. however, clark always believed his dog was good and never gave up on krypto. going back to square one, clark trained krypto more to properly utilize his senses and powers and hone his focus.

now, the dog is a staple to metropolis having earned the name super dog, dog of tomorrow! his el family now goes beyond just his boy kal but to all his kids as well. life is good for a dog and his boy.

krypto helps defeat atlas and becomes metropolis's dog too ! hes just happy to be here.

rp notes ... : anyone is allowed to direct an ask at krypto, or ask for him ina thread. i am very happy to write out this very intelligent dog and make bonds with him!

puppy

[merakiui]

idk why suddenly im thinking…

Soft yan!jade……. That would be so weird yet interesting????? Like imagine his darling scared of thunder and he suddenly cuddle them and whispered their ear just sweet talking to calm them—

(AFAB) all affectionate on her period month, cook anything his darling want, rub her tummy cus cramps?? BRO I COULD IMAGINE THAT AND MAN I WOULD BE WILLING BE OBEDIENT TO HIM LMAOOAOA

Jade's idea of comfort is combating fear with logic (or facts that are slightly more disturbing than the actual thing you're afraid of, as if that'll truly dispel your nerves). It can be difficult to view his actions as genuine because he's always so deceptive. Unlike Floyd, who means everything he says and does, Jade has so many layers to everything that makes him him. Even his smiles have layers, so when he holds his hands over your ears to block out the sound of thunder and has you look into his eyes while he speaks, his voice a low muffle, you have no idea what prompted such treatment. Jade usually does everything for a reason; he calculates his actions beforehand. He thinks through a gesture, weighing whether it's necessary in that moment. A relationship with him might feel very give and take, though it's more mandatory for you considering you have no choice.

But he does have moments like the one written above where he's very soft and sweet. Logic isn't as soothing as the heart in some cases, and even Jade is aware of this. He's never spontaneous with his affection, though. Even that is carefully considered and executed. If Jade consoles you each time you're frightened, you might come to rely on him and view his presence as something comforting. Your fear doesn't bother him as much as it bothers Floyd, who hates to see his shrimpy upset. Jade's more interested in the psychology behind fears and the actions and words taken and said to drive them away. Perhaps your relationship won't be as strained as it currently is if he can be the one who rescues you from the things that frighten you.

Jade will use your fears like one might wield a double-edged sword. He'll file them away in the event he needs to subject you to them in the future, whether as a punishment or for some other reason. But he'll also keep note of them so that he can decide when to comfort you and when to step back and simply observe.

When it comes to your menstrual cycle, he's more likely to be very hyper-aware of you and, more importantly, the fact that you're bleeding. It's his instinctive nature as a predator to be on high alert when he smells blood, so naturally Jade will be extremely focused on you in the way a predator might when analyzing their injured prey. But he treats you very nicely when he knows you're suffering and there's not much you can do to control it. He'll cook your favorite meals, he'll give you a heating pad or medicine for your cramps, and sometimes he might even massage your shoulders or your stomach in hopes of chasing the cramps away.

He also informs you that he's aware of this marvelous, little life hack to relieve your cramps and provide enjoyment for both you and him. You already know where he's going with this based on the amused smirk that tugs his lips up. Even when you're in pain, he has to get a jest in. But it has you laughing dryly, so maybe he's succeeded in distracting you from the cramps, however temporary of a distraction it may be. You don't give him the satisfaction of engaging in this "marvelous, little life hack" of his, but Jade calmly nods, unfazed, and says he'll have a chance next month.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

MWII Event: Alone

Summary: With one less missile in the wild, the 141 can rest a little, but when they return to Los Vaqueros' base thing seems to have changed.

Warning: None

Words: 2.3k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: This part as a lot dialogues from the game, mostly because this mission is by far my favorite and I had to include some of the banter <3

Driving back to base, the atmosphere in the car was jovial. Scotty and Soap joking around as usual. Alejandro liked to see that and jumped in a little. Ghost remained silent but was proud of his sergeants. Even if the mission wasn't over; they still had to find Hassan. Hopefully Valeria would talk a little more. "I can't wait to get dry clothes." Soap said, taking off his sweater.

"Well at least you finally did your laundry." Scotty joked looking at him in the rear mirror. Alejandro laughed while Soap made an offended gasp. He went on saying that he was a very clean man.

"Yeah that's why they call you Soap."

"Fuck you, Scotty!" He laughed heartily. Alejandro's base came into sight. The rather happy mood turned upside down quickly. Shadow agents were stationed at the entrance. One waved at the vehicle to stop. Scotty and Alejandro, having the clear view, exchanged a look of confusion. They both silently agreed that something was off. As soon as the car came to a full stop, Alejandro stepped out. 

"What is this?" He asked. He was visibly pissed off. Scotty exited the vehicle and glanced at Ghost. He was also having a bad feeling about this. They stayed at a safe distance, while Graves explained how he was taking over the base. Two shadow agents moved to Ghost and Scotty's side. She remained calm, but her muscles tensed up. It was like a pack of wolves slowly closing on their prey. She was paying half attention to the conversation. 

"What the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo…" Alejandro bitterly chuckled.

"You're out of line, Graves." Soap intervened, holding the colonel back.

"Don't do that. Don't. do that. No one needs to get hurt here." Graves warned. That did not sound friendly at all. Something the four of them caught quickly, but Ghost was faster to reply.

"Are you threatening us?" First word he spoke in a while. Scotty was eyeing the Shadows. They looked impatient. Adjusting their weapons, shifting their weight. She knew that if anyone made a single move to be at the ready, this would aggravate the situation. The idea of simply resting her hand on her pistol was tempting, but this would mostly likely be seen as a sign of aggression. Maybe they could still talk their way out. However, her hand rested against her thigh, right where she discreetly had access to her throwing knife. 

"Soldiers, I don't make threats. I make guarantees. So let's not do this." So much for parley. At least, Soap had a good idea that could clear up this mess.

"I'm calling Shepherd." What followed made them go on high alert. The fuse had been lit, it was only a matter of time before it all exploded. Every word, movements, glance had to be careful.

"General Shepherd sends his regards. He told me y'all wouldn't take this well."

"He knows about this?" It was rare to hear surprise in Ghost's voice, so when it did it sent a chill down Soap and Scotty's spine.

"He's putting me in command of this operation from here on out. So y'all need to stand down. It's time to let the pros finish this." Soap and Ghost looked at each other. A silent agreement to be ready. An order Soap relayed to Scotty by giving her the same look. "And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of a negotiation? It's not. I have my orders and now you have yours."

Alejandro was beyond pissed now. "And who the fuck you think you are, cabrón? My men are inside!"

"I'm afraid not. Your men have been… detained." This was the last straw. Alejandro jumped on Graves, but was intercepted by other agents. Without a second thought, this was the signal the three others had waited to act. The Shadow agents opened fire. Soap grabbed the one behind him and used him as a shield. Ghost and Scotty took care of the one near them with their knives. Scotty ducked behind the car and saw Soap hit the ground. He was wounded. Ghost who was right behind her held her down.

"Go Johnny, get out of there!" He ordered. "Soap...Go!" The few seconds it took him to get up and jump up the road barrier was enough to give him to give order to Scotty. "Let's get out of here. Go!" 

She nodded. They sprinted in the opposite direction, toward a dark area they could blend in and disappear from the Shadow’s eyes.

******

The way to the city was not easy. Shadows were crawling everywhere killing anyone that was deemed to work with the cartel. Ghost and Scotty made a path as stealthy as possible. No weapons, only knives. However, they got separated at some point not far from the outskirts of the city when a patrol almost caught them. Scotty was advancing on her own, but kept radio communication. Waiting for a patrol to pass before moving towards, Scotty switched the channels of her radio. "Are you planning on leaving Soap behind?" She asked her lieutenant when she switched back to his channel. The idea of leaving a friend behind was not her cup of tea. However it wasn’t something that would surprise her coming from Ghost. Seeing this in action was still chilling.

"If he's even alive. I’m used to working alone… For now we need to get ourselves to a safe place where we can have advantage." Ghost said. ‘‘See the church in the distance? RV there.’’

‘‘You’re used to working alone, yet here you are still around and talking to me? Simon don’t bullshit me.’’

‘‘The difference between you and Johnny is that I know you are still breathing…’’

‘‘And the difference between you and me is that I’m not going to give up on Soap just yet.’’

She returned to switching channels. "Ghost, Scotty, this 7-1, do you copy?" Finally a sign of life on his part! She had to hold down a yelp of victory and had to hold it together to not rub in Ghost’s face that it was a good thing she kept hope. They had to focus for now, celebration later. Hopefully there will be some. Scotty quickly notified Ghost about the right frequency and they switched from here. 

Scotty found her way through the city at a slow pace. Shadows were everywhere, leaving a bloodbath behind. Even if some of these people were working with the cartel or some police officers allowed the cartel in exchange for the safety of their family or money, it sickened her to see such disregard for fair trial. Not that a fair trial would have brought better justice but at least she wouldn't have to hear all the wifes and childrens crying, begging for the partners or fathers's lives.

Despite her old days in the army, hearing Ghost giving advice to Soap about the art of improvised weapons was welcomed, interesting and distracting. In a good way. Hearing their voices kept her going, pushing through the situation. Even cracked a few jokes with them. It was a familiar feeling that also dated from her army’s days. 

"Two fishes are in a tank. One says to the other, do you know how to drive this thing?" Ghost said. "Little army humor."

"Very little." Soap replied. 

"Because you think you can do better MacTavish?" Scotty taunted. Not that she should be doing it as she had to watch a patrol pass by and time her next move. If it wasn't from the fact that she was down to her last knife and would be against three shadows, she would have gone for a kill. She found a bottle on the ground and used it for diversion. 

"Why don't shrimps share? Because they are little shellfish." The Scotsman said. Even through the radio, he could sense Scotty rolling her eyes. But the snort she made was proof that it was not bad. "What about you?"

"Ok… What do you call a soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray? A seasoned Veteran." She would have given all her money to see their faces. If Ghost remained silent, she heard a small snort coming from Soap. After the small exchange another silence came. She kept crawling in the street avoiding all Shadows. She had to go inside and start to look for anything she could use for distraction according to Ghost's instruction. The first building she made her way in, she started to open all the cupboards, looking in every room in total darkness. She would kill for a light. Scotty was able to find some chemicals, old candles and bottles. Makeshift smoke bomb, it will come handy. 

She was hiding under a car, carefully watching the patrol step away and make a silent run for the store that was in her sight. Still with no headlight, she made her way in relying on the faint light coming from the lampost. She advanced calmy, hyper aware of her surroundings. She could hear the chatter of Shadows in the distance. They weren’t too far.  "I'm in a clothing shop across from a coff- Son of a fucking bitch!" She took a sharp breath to not scream. Her heart was pounding in her chest to the point she thought it would burst out. 

"What? What's wrong Scotty?" Soap came in through the radio. It took her a good minute to answer, which worried both men on the other side. Should she admit it? Should she really say why she just had an almost heart attack and threw her only knife at? She got up to retrieve said knife. 

"Fucking mannequin…I thought it was a Shadow." Scotty groaned. She hated these with a passion. 

"Oh, you know who just opened yourself to a lifetime of teasing." Soap smirked. 

"Sergeants, focus." Ghost chimed in. "But he is right." 

"Fuck off you two… Soap is that you see in the coffee shop?"

"Aye. I'll wait for you." The Scotsman looked by the window and noticed her. He also saw Shadows coming her way. Grabbing a bottle that was on the counter, he threw it in the opposite direction. Scotty understood the message and crouched to cross the street. She climbed the stairs in an almost crawl. 

"Good to see a friendly face again!" She smiled as he patted her shoulder. 

"Likewise. Now that I fixed your problem, let's get Ghost's problem fixed."

"What's my problem?" His voice came through their earpiece.

"The mask…take it off." Scotty's eyebrows raised at Soap boldness. Then again, the two men had known each other for much longer than she did. Had Ghost really never shown himself to him?

"Show my face?"

"Yes sir."

"Negative." Obviously that would be the answer. 

"Are you ugly?" Soap replied with a cocky smile. Scotty shook her head with an amused smile as she kept looking around for material for more improvised weapons. Oil and bottle, perfect cocktail! 

"Quite the opposite."

"I doubt that." She was glad to not face Soap as they finished that exchange because the Scotsman didn't see her whisper how indeed she could confirm Ghost was more than the opposite. A Shadow patrol was nearby and they had to move to the next building. 

‘‘Still upright?’’ Ghost asked after a five minute silence.

‘‘So far so good.’’ Soap replied while Scotty was looking around the corner. Clear. They moved interior, 

‘‘You get caught out there, they’ll kill you slow...’’

‘‘Mercs or Narcos?’’ They watched hidden behind a desk two Shadows passing in front of the window. Their lights shined just above the two sergeants' heads. Then the footsteps walked away.

‘‘Narcos… they’ll take videos.’’

‘‘I’ll give them your email so they know where to send them.’’ Soap said this all while looking at Scotty. She didn’t hide the smile and the judging look. 

‘‘I won’t watch them… more than once anyway.’’

‘‘Watching Soap being tortured and killed might be interesting. Might watch it twice.’’ Scotty teased. Soap punched her shoulder.

‘‘LIke they won’t do the same to you, if you get caught.’’

‘‘Let’s be honest, they might do something else before the whole torture and kill part… I don’t think any of you want to see that. Anyway… not like you, or I, would let them. Better get moving.’’ The two men agreed once they understood what she meant. 

The two sergeants then continued on roaming the city till they reached the tunnels. The water was cold, if they were about to fall asleep from tiredness, they were wide awake now. A quick swim to pass the heavy armored patrols, last fly of stairs and the church was in sight. All they had to do was cross the plaza to join Ghost. Soap preyed open the door as she covered his back. In retrospect, she should have covered his front. The door opened to a Shadow who was more than happy to bash him with the back of his gun. Scotty readied her weapon, but the man dropped dead quicker. And so did the other two. This had to be Ghost. She helped Soap to get back on his feet and they made haste to the stairs of the church all while avoiding the remaining hostiles in the area. The few smoke bombs she still had proved useful. They pushed forwards just as Ghost came out with Shadows on his heels. He finished them quickly, jumped over the fence and took cover with them. They had to find a vehicle to escape. Scotty pointed out the pick-up truck she noticed earlier and they agreed to make their way there. They made one final push to reach it.

No time to check for seating space or anything. Ghost took the wheel, Scotty cramped between the two seats and Soap was shotgun. They ducked as two Shadows fired from behind. Ghost didn't waste time to just back up and roll over them. "That's one way of doing it." Soap snorted. His eyes caught on the enemy that was aiming. He forced Scotty to remain low, pushing on her back. "Get back!" He told Ghost as he aimed for him. Without a second thought, Ghost pressed the pedals and the truck roared. They were safe for now.

[chimeclan-tales]

Moon 2 - Newleaf

A New Warrior's Blessing

The white tabby’s tail twitched. She wasn’t always this energetic… But who couldn’t be? Windstar had decreed that every new warrior and apprentice would visit—

The Moon Falls! Brushnibble padded beside her aunt. Will I get to see Morningray? Maybe even Hawkwhisper?

“Now, try not to fall into the water,” Nightsplash swished her tail to slow her down.

“Ah, sorry, sorry…” The young warrior ducked her head. “I just want to see them… Badgerpa— Badgerspots, do you think you’ll see your old mentor?”

“Of course,” He hauled himself up the slope. “She died a noble death. She deserves to hunt in StarClan.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high,” Beetail meowed. “The main question isn’t whether they’re in StarClan or not. It’s whether you even meet them.”

“What?” Both former apprentices stared at the senior. 

“Windstar decreed this ceremony because it was something you did from the old clans, didn’t he?” Brushnibble tipped her head.

“When I became a warrior, the Moon Well did nothing for me.”

Would my parents not want to see me…? Brushnibble’s ears and tail fell.

“But that was the old StarClan,” Nightsplash quickly said. “Maybe ours are more, you know, lax about who sees who.”

“Now come on!” She pointed her muzzle up the slope. “We should be there by Moonhigh.”

They reached the crystal in time. Under the quarter moon, everything softly glowed, and the chime from the crystals sang alongside Brushnibble’s heart. 

Please let me see them… Please let me see them!

The new warriors closed their eyes and touched their noses to the crystal.

“Brushpaw?” 

She opened her eyes.

Before her stood two cats. The gray she-cat was large, with a fluffy striped pelt. The other was a white tom with sleek fur and black splotches.

“I-It’s you!” She bounded up to Morningray. “Father!”

She dug her muzzle into his fur. The scent brought her back to her days as a kit; the times she fell asleep listening to his stories, or when she played mossball with him and Nightsplash. 

Although her ceremony happened after the clan’s destruction, she remembered his proud yowl for her new name. All the times he purred when she showed him the prey she brought back. All the times he fiercely protected her during the journey. 

“Brushpaw!” He purred and licked her forehead. “Or should I say Brushnibble? Made a warrior so early!”

“I’ve missed you so much,” She meowed softly. “I just… wish I could see you, everyday. Like back then.”

Most of her time was spent exploring the new territory, providing for the new clan. It was somethin she enjoyed without a doubt. But when the night fell and her paws were empty… The only feeling left was—

“Hey,” He licked her forehead. “I’m still with you everyday. I saw you chase off that fox last moon!”

It’s still not the same… She thought but simply nodded, sinking deeper into his pelt. After a few heartbeats, she slowly pulled away and turned to the other cat.

“Are you… Hawkwhisper?”

“Yes it’s me, dear,” The tabby purred, and the two cats touched noses.

Just like Morningray’s stories, her voice was as silky as the moonlight, and within her pelt was the strength that could drive out badgers. In her eyes shone all the love Brushnibble was never able to witness.

“I wish I could’ve been with you,” Hawkwhisper meowed. “Oh, you were so tiny back then. I watched every pawstep you made. Now you’ve grown into a fine warrior— a wonderful fighter. I couldn’t be prouder.”

“See? You do take after your mother,” Morningray laughed. 

“Just be sure to eat a bit more, dear,” She playfully swished a tail at Brushnibble’s belly. 

But I’m not that thin! The young warrior licked her chest in embarrassment. “I just want everyone to have a good meal first…”

Her parents simply purred, and Brushnibble’s ear flicked when she heard a cat from behind her.

“Nightsplash!” Morningray bounded past Brushnibble and pounced on his sister. 

“Hey!” She playfully hissed. They rolled across the stardusted grass. 

“Of course that’s their idea of a reunion,” Hawkwhisper’s whiskers twitched in amusement.

Brushnibble knew the two siblings were partners in crime. Their uncanny coordination allowed them to hunt all sorts of prey (or prank all sorts of senior warriors). Most importantly, it was Nightsplash who raised her and pulled Morningray out of his grief. 

“I’m glad you’re all happy here,” The young cat meowed softly. 

In the safe haven of StarClan, they could be as carefree as kits. There was no sickness, no twolegs.

The two eventually ended their play fight, with Nightsplash as the victor. 

“So Hawkwhisper, how are you doing?” The deputy looked at the she-cat. Poor Morningray was still under her paw.

“Less sick, but the lack of fighting is awful. Not even a spirit fox to yell at,” She rolled her eyes but playfully cuffed Morningray’s muzzle. “Unfortunately this rascal joined me…”

“Stop ganging up on me!”

“Anyway…” Hawkwhisper looked at Nightsplash and Brushnibble. “How are you two finding your new home?”

“The crystals make the camp so pretty,” Brushnibble purred. “And it feels great to be out in the meadows. I never knew rabbit tasted so good.”

“It’s comfortable and safe,” Nightsplash nodded in agreement. “Though Windstar and I have been doing border patrols lately. There are some traces of rogues, but they haven’t shown their faces yet.”

“Ah, those guys. We could tell you more but…” Hawkwhisper gave a nervous glance at Morningray. He simply flicked his tail.

“Come on, it’s nothing ChimeClan can’t handle. I even think Brushnibble can fight off three at once.”

“Father…” 

“Hey, where’s my vote of confidence?” Nightsplash meowed, taking the attention off her niece.

Morningray simply lifted his paws, showing nothing but air.

“You–” Before she could bite back, her face fell as she noticed the moon’s position in the sky. Soon, the crystal would no longer be lit, and their reunion would end.

“Hey,” Morningray wrapped his tail around her and pulled her close. Hawkwhisker guided Brushnibble closer, and both cats joined in. 

“Do you remember what you once told me, Nightsplash?” 

Nightsplash’s whskers twitched. “That as a kit you–”

“No, no! I’m being serious!”

“...That while it may not be the same,” Nightsplash finally meowed. “Our clanmates will be there for us.”

“And some day,” Brushnibble continued. “Our time apart will be nothing to our reunion ahead.”

“Yes,” He purred. “We’ll always be here in StarClan, and perhaps those words are too simple… But I hope they comfort you the same way they did for me.” 

Morningray licked Brushnibble’s forehead as Hawkwhisper curled a tail around her. The moon will soon fall out of view from the cavern, but she squeezed her eyes tight. Let her carry the memory of their warmth forever.

Previous Moon Event - The First Gathering

Next Moon Event - An Annoying Kitten...

[za-baransu]

HEADCANON: Hunting Prey

As I was talking about it to Plou today, a reoccurring thing when it comes to Jugram's behaviour is that he is a predatory Hunter, just like quite a few of his fellow Sternritter. The Wandenreich is known to maintain the so-called Jagdarmee ( German for 'Hunting Army' ), with the first one [ what is also specifically called out, so there have to be more ] being led by Quilge, who is also called the Jägermeister ( German for 'Master of the Hunt' or also to be understood as 'Master of the Huntsmen' ), as the executive head and Hunting Captain. It is highly likely that a few of the other Sternritter also have a Jagdarmee beneath them, given their ranks and standing, yet we haven't heard of any of it so far. 

Jugram personally is unlikely to also lead a Jagdarmee, solely because he is the Grandmaster of the Sternritter, but that does not mean that his behaviour differs from that of his comrades. 

Quite frankly, being hunted by Jugram in particular, is an endurance test that can drive someone into sheer madness. While the First Jagdarmee in Hueco Mundo had been sent there specifically to find suitable Arrancar to include into Yhwach's army and eradicate the rest posthaste, for the simple fact that everything else would be a waste of resources and time, if Jugram is set to catch a target, then it is meant to be caught. And it will be high-ranking. 

Anything below Captain / Espada level will not have his attention, and will not bring their Emperor to send him after them in particular. The prey needs to be worth it, needs to be a predator as well. The catch with Jugram is that he is not in a hurry if the price is worth it. He can and will follow and trail a 'trophy' for hours, days and even weeks before he might get called back to the Wandenreich simply because, once again, he is the leader of the Sternritter and has other things to do than wasting his time with 'discardable trash', but if that is not the case? This is a hunt without end. One that can drag on till the reiatsu reserves of the other party are depleted down towards nothing. 

There are multiple catches when it comes to being followed by him. Jugram has the insane ability to drown or mask his spiritual pressure towards absolutely nothing. He can appear in front of others like he has none at all, just to flare and have it explode like a literal bomb the moment he wants to force someone to know that he is indeed still there and still following. It is not unlikely that Jugram will release multiple waves of spiritual pressure in a large area, essentially and swiftly killing whoever comes in contact with the blast, just to retrieve it all in less than a heartbeat and as if it was never there. Additionally, he will circle his target, will follow them, and lead them to think they can flee and get to safety, especially also when they might have the same means of hiding their power as he has. 

The last real catch: he can trace movements of reishi around a person. 

If someone moves in a field of Jugram's spiritual pressure, and make no mistake, that is exactly why he's pushing out these waves every once in a while, to create a literal net that he then places over the whole surrounding, he will be able to track and trace these movements [ think a spider who knows where something did land in its net ]. It is a fool-proof way of knowing where to go, a very precise pinpoint to locate where someone last was and where they next will be. It matters little on how 'high' someone would go, or how 'low', his own 'net' is spun flawlessly. 

And when would this all end? It just boils down to the moment Jugram becomes bored or annoyed with the person he trails. And how much he wants to include them in His Majesty's army. On how often and how viciously he had clashed with his prey before and how much that 'enticed' him to give chase. There is no being lucky when it comes to being hunted by the Grandmaster himself - there is only how mad he will drive you before he got you.

[talentforlying]

she's bad at saying it, horrible about saying it actually, and she is only thinking about saying it right now because she thinks he's fallen asleep — his arms wrapped around her waist and his head resting on her stomach. absentmindedly lilly runs her fingers through his hair after it hits her, really hits her like a ton of fucking bricks, how much he means to her. does he know? does she tell him enough?

❛ john? ❜ fingers brush over his cheek lightly, hoping he's awake enough to hear her, hoping even if he isn't that he'll hear her in his sleep. actually? fuck it, she's spent so long fighting being in love, fighting being loved, he needs to know. ❛ hey, look at me. i have something to tell you, and don't you dare make fun of me or i'll never forgive you. ❜ she's fibbing if he's wondering, he can make fun of her all he wants — it still won't change what she's about to say. tipping his chin up, she waits till he looks at her before brushing her thumb against his cheek, smiling.

❛ i love you. the bad parts, the good parts, everything in between. i love your smile, your laughter, your personality, and even how infuriating you can be. i love you when you're angry and scared, i love you even when you hurt me. i still love you when i'm angry at you, when you irritate me, and even when i can't stand you. ❜ this is, of course, followed by a small laugh because god — there really are moments when she can't stand him. but it doesn't stop her.

❛ i will love you until the stars burn out, and i will love you even after that. also. ❜ she ruffles his hair for a moment, grinning. ❛ i'm in love with you, just in case you were wondering, because there is a difference. ❜ and because she can't end this very serious conversation on a serious note, ❛ however, if you do not stop borrowing my eyeliner i will kill you. ❜

he is asleep, or drifting — content to be close, content to be at rest. being called a lapdog is usually someone trying for an insult against him, but with her, it's simply what he is: someone to sleep by her side, who will come when called. speak, heel, stay. stir to her touch and open his eyes, resting his chin in her hand and blinking tiredly up at her, wits sharpening to attention as she talks and a crooked smile creeping up the corners of his mouth. he could promise her his seriousness, but she'd know it was a lie; he's always been half a mind to mischief and half a mind to humor, especially with her. especially when they're trying to be sincere. constantines, right? it's what they do.

but that's before she starts; before she smiles at him so sweetly and then drives a dagger through the center of his chest, so precise it can be nothing other than ritual. before the words set in like an open wound and carve worry into him in furrows that can't be stitched. at first he thinks it's paranoia, and that's a part of it, sure: why is she saying this? why now? what's happened? she's too honest to be a distraction, sharing too much to be a salve, ringing in his ears like church bells while he stares at her with single-minded intensity and devotes the narrowing tunnel of his sight to catching every syllable, only blinking when his eyes sting too much to stay open. when his matching laugh, high with disbelief, strangles in his throat so hard he almost chokes on it.

injured prey is always a target for the bigger animals. quicker to catch, easier to take down. she wounded him a long, long time ago, but she did it tenderly, so he let her, and now this is where she brings him to his knees. he wants to say wait. he wants to say stop. he wants to say not all at once, i'm going to drown, i never learned how to swim, i'm not supposed to survive something like this. i'm not supposed to deserve you. what are you doing. please. but you don't argue with the bigger animal. you put your throat to their lips and thank the fang that cuts you, praise the claws that split you open, lay you bare. she's never been anything other than inevitable, for him — he's never wanted her to be anything less.

he just . . . he didn't realize . . . it hurts. warmth is a burn when you're coming in from the cold, and it hurts. it hurts.

he snaps his teeth playfully at her tousling hand, and laughs at her complaint. it's watery. it hurts. ' you love it. ' his head tips to the side as he flashes her a lopsided grin, and if the angle sends something spilling down his cheek, don't mind that. it's not important. not as important as her, the solid warmth of her in his arms, her smile, her eyes. his whole world in a single person. ' you love me. '

and he doesn't know what to say, past that: man of a thousand words, cut down by three. all he can do is kiss her stomach and pretend his face isn't wet when he hides it. pretend he doesn't shift to pull her closer, hold her tighter, curling into her like he's afraid the only thing they can do with this secret shared is run away from it.

i'm going to hurt you again. i'm going to disappoint. it's a painful fact, irreversible, unmistakable: he was made to break things, a tool designed for shattering. but he's going to be loved anyway, and what monster in the world doesn't want that, to be forgiven their trespass? to be possessed of something worth suffering for? what wouldn't he risk just to be loved by her?

everything. everything. everything.

@asteritm / MAKE HIM FEEL LOVED