#i hope it's alright !!

[stonebutchery]

keep me alive and give me something to lose

[mydarlingbat]

100 reasons why to ship Batman and Joker. #1

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XVIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW!!

Words: ~ 4,9 k

About: Finally! Pure smut, barely plot. Can be skipped if you're uncomfortable with that. The longest part so far xD

Part I II -> Final Part

Your relationship with Atsumu has been thriving.

You came to appreciate that he is actually a very reliable and vivid texter and how you both regularly went on dates- something that he insisted on, and you definitely couldn't complain about that. You know that he has a tight schedule, but that apparently doesn't stop him from inviting you over every single weekend, without exceptions, always making sure that Saturday night belongs to the two of you. Often, you would go to Onigiri Miya's to eat, much to Osamu's delight. He always insists that you don't have to pay, yet you still often place a crumpled 10 bucks note in the tip jar to keep the guilt at bay.

You both have developed a routine of eating out together and then watching a movie at Atsumu's place. He's told you a lot about his work, sometimes complaining about other players, but he seems really confident in his skills, with the start of the Olympics getting closer and closer every single day, which he is anticipating quite a lot.

You'd tell him about your work too, tell him about the things that you like, that you enjoy to read, confessing with reddened cheeks that you sometimes read rather unconventional stories, to which his smug grin had intensified, and he seemed very interested in getting details of that, which you denied at first, but then promised him to send him recommendations. You had also told him how Yachi and you met and how you got to know Hinata and Kageyama. You came to enjoy this caring side of Atsumu, and it feels rather domestic to spend time with him like this, just the two of you talking and having fun.

And more often you'd find yourself in Atsumu's lap after talking for hours, heavily making out with him until you both gasp for air- just like today.

You barely pay any attention to the movie, the sounds only faintly in the background, some action movie that Atsumu found with a good rating and insisted you both watch—and instead, it didn't even take him ten minutes to scoot a bit closer and to gently turn your face towards him to kiss you, deepening the kiss quickly and then pressing your back against the couch. He's now hovering over you, your legs wrapped around his middle and your hands deeply entangled in his hair. You came to notice that he loves when you play with his hair, sometimes even resting his head in your lap just to have you give him a head massage, so you don't hesitate to feel the soft strands in your fingers and scratch his scalp softly.

He groans against your lips when you slightly pull on the strands, and a breathy moan escapes your lips when he grinds his hips against yours. He's hard already. Very much so. You feel his cock pressing against you, just the fabric of his sweats and your panties separating your bodies from each other. Your skirt rode up when Atsumu had forced your legs open to settle in between them, but you don't mind laying under him like this. The tension between you is thick, and you're glad that you're wearing a nice matching set of underwear tonight, even though you're convinced that he couldn't care less about your choice of clothes.

"Gosh, yer driving me crazy." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, and you swear you could combust at the sight of pure unrestricted lust in his eyes. This is usually what you'd do: make out until you both couldn't take anymore and then fall asleep together while cuddling, without going further. He made it pretty clear that he wants to take this slow and earn your forgiveness for the situation, and while you appreciate his efforts, you'd also appreciate him doing just a bit more with you. "Tsumu—can we... you know... go a bit further?" You ask with bright cheeks, hoping that he's also willing to take that step with you, and he raises a brow in a teasing way, and you almost push him back when you see his sexy smug grin. "Oh? Wifey wants more, huh?" He dips his head, and his lips find your neck, kissing down to your pulse, causing you to release a soft breath while you arch against him, his cock now hardly pressing between your legs. "I would be a bad husband if I deny your wishes."

His kisses get just a bit rougher, his teeth grazing against your skin, and you arch into him when he bites down slightly. "Atsumu—" you try to even out your breath, but you can't seem to calm down when he nibbles on your skin, the feeling almost painfully intimate when he cages you underneath him like this. "We can go a bit further, if ya want to. I could go right here." He shifts his weight and angles his face a bit deeper to press a kiss against your collarbones, leaving a tingling sensation on your skin when he pulls back. "Or right here." His fingers pull down the side of your shirt until you expose even more cleavage to press a sensual kiss at the swell of your breasts. You feel heat rushing through your body, and you softly moan at the action- he's driving you insane.

"How far do you want me to go?" He looks up at you, his eyebrow raised in a silent question while he looks at you. His face is close, so close, you can see his flushed cheeks and widened pupils, and you're certain that you could explode any second when he looks at you like this. "All the way. If you're okay with that?"

You barely manage to finish the sentence before he already starts moving to press your back harder into the couch until you lay flat. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and your eyes widen when he thrusts his hips against yours in the process, the friction so good and welcoming against your sensitive spots. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, and he gently pulls it up until your bra is exposed to his eyes. An almost dangerous glint is in his eyes when his thumbs hook in the cups of your bra and simply pull them down until they rest under your tits and force them to stand up. Your chest heaves heavily, your nipples perky, not only because of the chilly air but definitely because of his undivided attention.

He suddenly brings his thumbs to his lips, one after the other, quickly licking the digits, before his hands cup your tits, his wet thumbs rubbing over your perked nipples, a sensation that has you release a small whimper. His hands start to softly massage your breasts, and you thank all deities for his setter hands, so big and warm and skilled, feeling so good against your bare skin. Your own fingers grab into the cushion below you while you try not to squirm too much—not that you could escape from him now when he's basically straddling you and keeps on playing with your tits.

It feels good—really good, the tingling sensation between your legs growing stronger with each passing second, and you start to wiggle underneath him, your body aching for more of his touch. Atsumu notices the shift in your demeanor and softly pinches your nipples one last time before he moves a bit down, his hands caressing your bare sides while he does so. The way he's treating you makes you almost whine out loud, so soft and tenderly, it's making your head spin. "I love how your skin feels. So soft and warm." He mumbles, his eyes scanning your whole body before he suddenly gets up, just enough to not sit on you anymore. Instead, he kneels between your legs, grabbing your thighs and pushing them apart a bit further to have a good look at your panties. "A matching set?" he asks when his eyes wander back to the bra that still pushes your tits up. "Yes," you nod a bit breathless and flustered, and the way he's taking things so slow makes you feel even more needy for him, while he seems so calm and cool. Probably his year-long experience of keeping his cool every single day when he's playing.

"I like it. But I think these need to go." He nods towards your panties, the sheer material not hiding much actually, but the clear wet stain on them makes the situation even more scandalous. You nod with reddened cheeks, and he places two fingers against the wet stain, caressing and softly rubbing against the spot, while keeping his eyes on your face. "Though, I'm really glad to see that yer enjoyin' this as much as I do." His finger softly presses inside of you, just a little bit with your panties still between you, a shock of electricity rushing though your body when the fabric stretches against your clit, and his finger enters just the tiniest bit inside of you. He stills for a second, watching your reaction for a second, before he brings his other hand to the fabric, hesitating, before he clears his throat before he meets your gaze. "Can I rip 'em?"

You stare at him with wide eyes, unable to form words, understanding that this is something that he wants to do even though he seems slightly embarrassed by it. You're so turned on by the question though that you simply nod, and he brings both of his hands to the fabric and pulls. It takes him two more attempts before the fabric softly rips, his attempt to be gentle and careful to you very clear, and the simple display of his suppressed strength has your pussy clenching around nothing. He scoots slightly back, his eyes focused on your cunt, drinking in the sight of you, while you tremble in anticipation. This is even better than all the fantasies you've had about him so far, all the dirty thoughts about his arms and thighs that made you stick your hands into your panties when you're in need of release. All of that can't compare to what you're feeling right now.

"I'll eat ya out first 'kay? Get ya nice and ready for me." You open your mouth, ready to protest that you're already wet for him and you don't need further prep, and that you just want him to fuck you, but your protest gets stuck in your throat when he settles on his stomach, his arms grabbing your legs and hoisting the above his shoulders. He is on eye-level with your pussy and you suddenly feel so exposed, yet still so safe with him.

"So pretty," he mumbles, and you're not sure if that was even meant for you to hear, and you let out a gasp and a soft choke of his name when he softly licks against your folds. Softly, just testing the waters- and judging by your reaction, his is convinced that he can do more to you. His tongue licks against your folds again, harder this time, putting more pressure on you and you mewl contently. "Just like that, pretty girl. Let me do my thing and enjoy yourself. Part of my husband duties, to keep my wife satisfied."

He kisses against your entrance, resting his lips on yours and letting his tongue peak out just the tiniest to get you a feeling of it, and you clench involuntarily at the feeling of his warm tongue. He licks against your folds again, this time pausing when he reaches your clit, softly closing his lips around it and sucking. "Atsumu-" you gasp with wide eyes, your legs almost caging his head when he sucks a bit rougher. "Shhhhhsh," he hushes you and sucks just a tad bit softer, one of his hands letting go of your leg and moving between your legs too. Your breathing pattern is irregular and you moan when you feel a wave of need rush through your body.

One of his fingers prods against your entrance while he keeps his lips enclosed on your clit and you feel like you're going to explode. It's hot- so, so hot when he softly pushes a digit inside you, his tongue messily licking your clit until your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed- you can imagine how lewd you look right now. Flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, your tits exposed while you arch your back like you're in heat with Atsumu's head between your legs, licking your cunt while he fingers you open.

It's hot, oh, so hot. The way he's pumping his finger inside of you, slowly adding another one when he feels you easing up for him. The way he's licking up all of your arousal, groaning against you and humping the bed for a bit of friction for himself while he gives you pleasure. The way he's watching you heavy lidded, probably unable to see much of your face, but the occasional glances of your expression are enough for him. He's addicted to your taste, addicted to the way you moan his name, softly at the beginning, but now with more urgency and need, getting louder for him when he increases the pace of his fingers. You didn't know what to do with your hands at first, but now you're gripping his hair and pushing him ever so softly against your pussy, unable to resist the need to get more friction, and he so willingly gives you more. The wet sounds of his fingers pushing into you and the way he's messily eating you out makes you feel like you're in heaven. He could do this for hours, worship your taste and listen to your sweet sounds, but he can feel you clenching repeatedly around his fingers, indicating just how close you are.

"Tsumu- I can't- gonna-" you barely manage to form words, moans and deep breaths hindering you from saying what you want to say, but he simply keeps going at the same pace and you suddenly feel your high overwhelming you.

It's too much. The heat, his face between your legs, the way he's fingering you, the way his tongue is teasing your clit and giving you just the right amount of attention- it takes you like a wave and you feel your muscles tensing and arching against his face while you come. Your mouth is wide open a lewd sounds leave your lips while you feel the delicious sensation rushing through your body. Atsumu doesn't change his position, nor his pace, he simple keeps his ministrations up and licks up your juices until you only whimper softly and your hand falls weakly onto the couch. He kisses your cunt, gentle and caring while he pulls his fingers out, his lips ever so soft while he whispers a praise against your folds, and you feel how you blush at the sudden unexpected sweetness.

Your body finally relaxes and you fall back into the cushions. He slows down his ministrations and looks at his hand with a grin, your slick on them evident. You focus your eyes on him and follow all of his movements when he shortly licks his fingers with a groan before he grabs his shirt, his fingers leaving a mess on the dark fabric before he pulls it over his head and throws it away. You silently ogle him, taking in the sight of him, broad chest heaving heavily, strongly defined shoulders and arms, and the slightest bit of dark hair trailing down to the band of sweatpants. "Ya alright? Wanna go further?" His voice is a bit raspy and his cheeks slightly reddened and it makes your heart beat faster. His hands find your sides and softly caress the skin while he waits for your answer. He's still hard, you can see it through the fabric of his pants, but you're convinced that he would not push you to go further, no matter how painful it is for him. You look at him softly and nod, a small smile on your face when you reach out to him. "Kiss me, please?"

He nods with an approving hum and leans down to kiss you, his weight now settling on your body in a comforting way. Your hands reach for his hair when he kisses you, your body arching up against his when his lips meet yours in a gentle but firm kiss. You allow your hands to wander and to explore his naked body while you return the kiss, your tongue moving against his while you rake your nails softly against his bare back. You can feel a shudder running down his spine and you repeat the motion, only to be rewarded with a little groan against your lips. You let one of your hands roam to his stomach, feeling the muscles clench under your fingers, and hesitantly move further down to the trail of soft hair, waiting for him to either stop you or to encourage you.

Atsumu is quick to raise his hips to allow you to have your way, his hips raising just enough to allow your to move your hand between your bodies. The soft hair on his abdomen tickles the palm of your hand and you let your fingers roam to the hem of his pants, until you feel the bulge. He inhales sharply when you palm him through his pants, his muscles clenching hardly when he finally gets some friction. You softly move your hand, feeling his length, the hardness of him, his balls, heavy and full. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes closing for a second, before he opens them abruptly and leans down to kiss you. His lips are glued to yours, deepening the kiss while he angles his face to push his tongue just a bit rougher against yours. You finally move your hand inside his pants, fingers hesitating for a second at the hem, but then you slide them under the fabric and reach for his cock.

He is big. Big and warm, wet with precum already, and you trace the shape with one of your fingers while your other hand holds his shoulders for support.

You explore his cock, getting a feel of him, how long he is, how he feels against your skin- and you love every single second of it. You softly close your hand around his shaft and start stroking, being rewarded with an airy gasp against your lips. You start jerking him of, moving your hand in a steady rhythm, while making sure that you don't push him too far. "So good," he rasps against your lips and you moan in response, feeling a wave of adrenaline rushing through your body. Your free hand moves to his ass, boldly pulling the fabric down, and clumsily you release his cock after you managed to pull his pants down just enough to have his cock spring free and to poke between your legs.

You only now realize that he is indeed bigger than you thought- just having him pressing himself against your body makes your eyes open widely. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, observing al of your reactions while he waits for you to make a move, effectively showing you that you're in charge. He just hovers above you and looks at you expectantly.

As if you could stop now. Your body is screaming for him, aching for him and you simply spread your legs further and gently grab his cock, lining him up at your entrance without any more words.

His eyes widen, clearly surprised by you taking the initiative this fast, but he nods and seems to brace himself for what you're about to do. You collect some of your slick with the mushroom head of his cock, making sure he is well-lubricated before you line him up once again. Atsumu suddenly takes in a sharp breath and pushes his hips back, just out of reach for you now- much to your confusion. Did you read the signs wrong? What if he doesn't want to-

"Do ya want me to use a condom? I don't mind, ya just hafta tell me and-" he starts and vaguely gestures towards the bedroom, and you look at him wide eyed.

"Tsumu-" you whisper, your heart swelling with affection, tears almost dwelling in your eyes at his honest expression. "I uhm... I'm assuming that you're clean? i don't mind if you... if you don't use a condom. I use contraceptives." You know that your cheeks are bright red while you keep talking, but the moment just feels so painfully intimate, when you're basically asking him to fuck you raw- it almost feels like love. It makes you vulnerable and you have a hard time looking into his eyes, but he is quick to turn your face towards him, his hand gently cupping your chin, while more of his weight suddenly lasts on you.

He looks at you for a moment, not saying anything, simply studying your face before he presses his lips against yours in a longing and gentle kiss. You return the kiss your hands quickly wrapping around his broad shoulders while you move your lips against his. He pulls back, his eyes so soft while he watches you. "Your trust means a lot to me. I'll make sure to keep it forever."

You're too flustered to say anything, your heart heavily pounding in your chest, so you take that as a cue and line his cock up at your entrance, this time angling your hips a bit, until the head of his cock disappears between your folds and stretches you out. "Please-" you gasp for air when you feel him pushing inside. You see how his gaze turns hazy, your own eyes also unable to focus on the sight of him while he pushes deeper and deeper inside of you, until he's finally bottoming out. His breath is shaky, his facial expression looks like a mixture of shock and pure bliss. "Yer- squeezin' me- so good, fuck," his eyes roll back, his muscles clenching hard while he tries to keep his weight as steady as he can.

You're not any better under him. His cock feels so big inside of you, a stretch that you haven't felt for so long, feeling better like anything you've ever had before. You feel tears dwelling in your eyes- from pleasure and from feeling so close to him, so connected like you're meant to be with each other, and he is quick to notice the change in your expression. "What's wrong?" He seems more focused when he leans down to press kisses to your cheeks, your nose, your lips, gentle while he holds you. "N-nothing. It's just- I'm feeling a lot of things right now- please, Tsumu, I- I just like you so much-" your voice is low and soft, and he lifts his face to look at you, his expression so gentle and kind, you're sure that you'll never forget this moment. "I like ya too. Don't wanna live without ya, y/n. Yer precious to me- in a way I don't think anyone has been precious to me." His confesses, and you feel like your heart is skipping a beat.

He's not confessing his love to you- you've only known each other for a few months, with a rather long pause during the incident, it's too early to talk about love. Yet, you're convinced that he feels the same. That you're both made for each other and will love each other. Unconditionally.

You both don't need more words, and he presses his forehead against yours and looks deeply into your eyes while he starts to move his hips. Your jaw drops and your lips part slightly when he pulls away, his cock almost leaving you completely before he thrusts back in, slowly and controlled, so much that it drives you crazy. You can't even talk and beg him to do it again, yet he still understands what you need, and repeats the motion, thrusting into you nice and slow just how he is convinced that you like it. You moan softly, your breath meeting his lips while he starts setting a pace, sensual and slow, angling his hips slightly different until your hands grab into his shoulders just a bit harder when he hits the spot that makes you see stars. He curses when you clench around him, but he doesn't stop but keeps thrusting just a bit harder.

You don't know how long he keeps on fucking you like this, the pace nice and slow, just like lovers would, both of you enjoying the pleasure of being so, so close to each other, until you can't help but to feel your high approaching. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his back while you clench around him, knowing that you're almost there. His facial expression shifts at that sensation and his eyes shoot wide open.

"Fuck- y/n-" he groans and suddenly grabs your hips tighter when he pulls out- completely this time. Your jaw drops at the loss of friction, your hips trying to fight against his grip to bring him to push back into you- fruitlessly.

"Why are you-" you whine, feeling robbed and empty, your body needing him to be closer, needing him to give you something. "Shhh, I got ya." He moves your hips and you understand what he's trying to do, helping him to move your body until you're kneeling in front of him. The new position makes you tremble uncontrollably, and you know that his gaze is focused on your pussy while you nervously shift in his grip. "So, so pretty," he groans and leans down to press a kiss against your ass cheek, and you whimper at the praise.

"My pretty princess, I'll make ya feel so good, 'kay? Just a bit more, can ya wait for me, huh? I'll fill ya up nice and good if ya do." You could come from his dirty talk and his voice alone, your pussy helplessly clenching at the thought of what there is to come, and you loudly moan when he finally pushes inside, the angle so much deeper than before, it makes you see starts and until you tighten around him like a vice. He curses, his hands gripping your ass cheeks hard and spreading them to watch his cock disappear into your wet folds. You meet his thrust, desperate for more friction, and he slams back into you harder, making you slowly lose your mind. Your arms give up and your face lands on the pillow, but you barely notice that, all of your nerves only consisting of the pleasure that Atsumu is giving you.

"Fuck, y/n- can ya cum for me? Can ya do that, pretty princess?" He groans, one of his hands releasing your ass to rub circles on your clit- a little sloppy and uncoordinated at first, but when he finally hits the spot you drool on the bed sheets. "Tsumu- gonna cum- gonna cum for you-" you whine out loudly, and it only spurs him on to move faster until you cry out his name, only able to form this one word while you clench around him and reach your high. You realize that he's cumming to, but he doesn't slow down, his groans turning into an overstimulated whimper while he keeps on fucking you while cumming. He's coming so much inside of you, it's already dripping down your leg before he's even finished, but you enjoy the feeling of the hot sticky liquid on your skin.

You don't know how much time has passed until you finally calm down and simply lose all tension. He softly pulls out and places your hips on the couch before he collapses and flatly lays down on his back next to you. His arms reach out for you, and you allow him to pull you against his sweaty chest. You're sweaty too- something that you only notice now, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's probably used to sweat anyway. His hand starts caressing your hair, and your fingers roam along his chest, feeling the soft flushed skin under your fingers.

"How was it?" His hand still caresses your hair while you lay on his chest, listening contently to the sound of his heartbeat with a smile forming on your lips. "That was... really good," you airily laugh and cuddle closer against his chest, and he wraps his free arm tightly around you, instantly making you feel warmer when your barely clad chest presses against his naked one.

"Just really good? I'll need to work on my stamina, can't have ya sayin' really good only. Wasn't that mind blowing or something like that? Felt mind-blowing to me at least."

You softly snort at his words and look up to him, only to find him looking at you fondly. "Wanna stay over? I'll order some take out and we can finish that movie?" His eyes flicker to the screen, only to see that the movie is basically over. "Or we can start another movie. I think there is a sequel to that."

"Shouldn't we finish the first one before we start the sequel?" You look at him with raised brows, and he laughs softly at your reaction. "You're perfect. Just stay right here." His arm wraps around you, and you feel warmth in your heart,

while you lie in the arms of your husband.

[musdogroom]

yippee!!

[russenoire]

my drawing tablet may just have given up the ghost. i let its battery run out and can't recharge it…

[albino-parakeet]

Alright I continued that thing I was writing that I shared in the "Last line game" post. Hope the rest of it is just as good as the starting lines. Lol.

Oh since you wanted to see more of it! @twelvebooksstuff

Warning I guess for like typical Jurassic Park novel gore.

The sour smell of mold eating away at any exposed surface, slowly encroaching through out the skeleton of an isolated wing. It’s doors barred shut from the main body of the building, the wooden boards haphazardly nailed in place showing its age with their splintering grain. The tile, once spotless and waxed, now broken and crunch under each foot fall. 

Deep clean sanitation chambers, revered for their excellent sterilization, harbor clouds of spores from the trapped moisture. Glass panels looking into the main room, all smashed long ago, long since dried blood littered what remaining shards still stood on the frame’s edges. Thin streams of rainfall finding its home in the crevices of high tech computers and machines left to rust away in the humid tropical weather.

Memories of snarling teeth and rotten meat still connected to something living. Loud screams and festering wounds, desperate pleads for help to no avail. Quick claws and cut lines. All still haunt the one remaining occupant of this rotting corpse that housed the products of genetic achievements. 

A single soul slinking through the backdrop of this waking nightmare. 

Each day harder than the next. Joints and muscles ache more than they should for someone his age, with fingers so thin they look ready to fall apart. His footsteps are more like shuffles on the cracked tile, and his lungs wheeze louder than he’d like. Every second outside of his self-made tomb raises the risk of the sickly animals finding him. 

No, not animals. They’re more like beasts. Mindless and violent. Their behavior too erratic to consider them any way close to what they once were. The slow rotting of their muscles and tendons, the saliva that spills from their gaping jaws. Their eyes that stare back with intelligence that has long since been clouded from a force that should’ve been prevented.

Such an error being the start of this disgusting turn of events. What would his brother think of him, agreeing to cutting corners for such an important step like that. No wonder he’s in this mess- 

A loud crash coming from the main room interrupts what semblance of a train of thought he had left. Forcing his frail frame to quickly crouch below one of the glass panel frames that still sported one long wedge jutting up like a spike. Holding his breath, he hopes whatever is in here with him didn't see him first.

 It had been a while since anything living had stumbled into the abandoned lab, so he assumed they had finally moved on. But of course he had to be proven wrong once again. A sound of something rhythmically scraping across the tile echoed into the musty hallway that used to have an awe-inspiring view into the future of bioengineering. But now in it’s place is a dark, empty monument to Man’s arrogance. The groaning of the building’s support structures during particularly violent storms call out like a warning to those who seek it’s success and a chilling reminder to Elliot of what occurred in its once hallowed halls.

Against his better judgement, Elliot slowly rises from his spot just below the frame, hoping to at least catch a glimpse at what is skulking around this late and this far from most of the specimens’ territories. If he can at least see what he’s up against, he might have a chance of making it out unscathed. For a moment the main room seemed devoid of life, just the incubators that line the center of the room with their lids still closed, waiting for the next round of eggs. That is until the outline of something walking bipedal became clearer as his vision adjusted to the lack of light again.

A velociraptor.

 One of the older specimens, or at least as old as their condition will allow. But watching its behavior tells him that this individual is close to it’s end. It’s head tilted to one side, the already sleek body, usually a terrifying show of the species’ strength and agility, now looked like skin poorly draped over a skeleton. Broken chirps and growls slip through the daggers lining the beast’s mouth as its claws reflexively grasp and twitch for something not there. It’s gait staggering and uncoordinated, with the toe home to its identifying killing claw dragging ever so slightly, the tip catching on the cracks and grout lines of the unkempt floor.

An animal at this stage is prone to severe aggression, even more than what the ravenous packs that live out in the valley already exhibit. It attacks anything and everything, even biting down on harder materials like metal in some savage display. Elliot remembers one coworker suggesting a theory it was a fruitless attempt to subside pain from possible brain swelling, even at the risk of breaking teeth- Again a loud crashing tears him from reliving his memories of days before everything went to hell.

He ducks back down, holding his breath as he hears it approach the side of the room the frame is situated on. The raptor reeks of rot so strongly it’s a miracle the thing’s organs still function in any capacity. It’s tail hits the other side of the wall, just behind where he’s sat, the hard thump sends chills down his spine. Sooner or later it’ll sniff him out. He needs to get out quickly and quietly.

Trying to keep his eyes on the raptor’s movements as it goes towards the far end of the room, he slowly backs away from the wall he’d been plastered to for however long its been. Cautiously stepping with as little weight as possible, so not to disturb the crumbling floor that threatened to alert the raptor.

Before he can think of his next move, his left foot slides loose nails that were tossed to the wayside close to some old wooden boards, the sound they make is amplified by the narrow hallway. The raptor’s head snaps at the noise, making direct eye contact with Elliot. Those eyes that stare into the soul and immediately fill anyone with dread.

He’s frozen in the moment. Even if this creature is practically rotting, it’s still anatomically designed to chase down prey with ease. The powerful pounding of its feet growing closer and closer, and Elliot’s mind starts racing just as fast, trying to think of something. Anything! 

Elliot grabs one of the wooden boards that’s strewn along the hallway, more evidence of the previous inhabitants attempts to have some security in this building not designed to withstand attacks from animals that varied in weight from 175 pounds to 11,000 pounds. He had to wait just before the raptor reached him for this to work, it’s claws positioned and mouth wide open so it can bite a generous chunk out of his neck. He steadies his grip on the board, the splinters under his palms keeping him alert. One swing. Just one swing is enough. As the raptor’s head passes the frame’s threshold, he braces himself, puts his full weight into the swing, and hopes he didn’t misjudge the distance.

The impact isn’t much but it’s enough to make the raptor lose its already poor balance, it’s neck cranes to the side as it’s body slams into the wall. The jagged glass spike adorned on the frame nestles into the raptor’s neck like it belonged there. A guttural screech escapes it’s throat as it forcefully pulls in a feeble attempt to remove the glass.

It doesn’t take much as the already separating flesh tears from the predator’s musculature with ease, the raptor’s body slouches pushing the glass deeper, it’s blood painting a long red stripe down the glass, down the grime covered wall, and onto the tile. The exposed grout quickly spreading the liquid as if it was savoring a drink. The harsh rasping breaths escaping from the foam and viscera littered teeth etch a vivid picture in Elliot’s mind of his life’s fate. Ripped apart by these things he once took pride in with every successful incubation, just like his brother. That is if he doesn’t starve first or become gravely ill from his body’s already struggling health.

Distant thunder roars and if the now twitching body of a freshly killed raptor isn't a sign that its time to hide away again, then the possibility of being trapped outside in one of the many storms that frequent Isla Sorna is.

[theyoungprinceling]

@alchemic-elric // not  just  a  scratch,  reverse  ed probably took some hit for him trying to protect him as he do

The good news is that the rogue soldiers, alchemists, or whatever they were, are taken care of. Ling doesn't know what they were and he doesn't really care. What matters is that the Rogue Whatevers won't be posing a problem for the city anymore, courtesy of the hard work he and Ed did to make that happen. Job well done, right?

Ling's learning the opposite when he invades Ed's room, because he never simply asks, always just waltzes in, and he sees him sitting surrounded by medical supplies trying to patch a wound on his abdomen. Ling's mind immediately goes back to a couple hours ago to figure out where it went wrong.

Ling took it upon himself to join Ed on a mission his superiors gave him, despite Ed's insistence for Ling not to join him. He figured Ed didn't want him there not because he was worried about his health, but rather because it was none of Ling's business. And he was right, it wasn't Ling's business. Most things in Amestris weren't but when it came to Ed, Ling made it his business. Besides, he overheard there were four Rogue Whatevers. He wasn't being talked out of joining after hearing that.

The closest thing to a plan they devised was to drive the Rogue Whatevers out of the city to avoid any costly damage and citizens getting hurt. That was achieved successfully, no problems there. With that taken care of, they could fight freely without any worries of innocents getting involved. And the fight to neutralize them had been going well, just some scrapes here and there but nothing alarming.

Then Ling had the reckless idea to use one of his bombs to speed things up a bit. He settled on a smoke bomb because that was the one thing that wouldn't cause injury to himself or Ed, but would still be a hinderance to their enemies. Although it would also make it difficult for the duo to see, Ling could sense the enemies and he felt sure Ed's instinct could help him. It had before, right? Besides, they had already been winning, it wasn't going to take much more.

"It was my bomb, wasn't it?" Ling guesses as he closes the door. "I didn't give much of a warning that I was going to use one."

He can't think of what else it could've been. While he was preparing the bomb, he wouldn't be surprised if one of the Rogue Whatevers tried to come at him, and he would be even less surprised if Ed took a hit for him. His attention had been on the bomb more so than his surroundings, after all. He wanted it to be done right and was hyper focused on it. In that short period of time, Ling suspects that's where Ed's injury came from.

It's odd, though. Ling doesn't remember seeing any serious injuries on Ed after the smoke cleared and all was said and done. Even getting back to the city he didn't notice anything. Looking back on it some more, though, he realizes that Ed had been moving a bit slower compared to before.

He steps closer and sighs. "Do you need help with that? It's the least I could do."

@alchemic-elric

[Secret injury meme]

[mccnrxse]

𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐞 × 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐥 — @oathfcrged

[nasykuching]

Biyoo bag update!

We use a different fabric w better quality, and the color turns out a bit different than the first sample. But it's more durable and thicker!

[ask-mew-prime-archive]

A flame orange Mewtwo glances at the flying pokemon. so does a slightly taller indigo Mewtwo with crystalline wings.

Prime..?

[vocesincaput-arc]

@gui1lermodelacruz liked for a starter. [x]

"Oh dear..." came a quiet mumble from the angels lips as he stepped out from the doorway of the small hotel he had been staying in and started along the sidewalk. Well, it looked small but he had done a minor miracle and tidied up his room a little. Not that that was difficult, given the state that it had been in.

Aziraphale looked up and down the street to get his bearings. He still wasn't entirely sure why he was the one that was there. There had been word of some... non-human activity in the area. Nothing that had been noted by 'upstairs' had apparently made them believe that it was of angel or demon in origin.

"What I wouldn't give for my bookshop right about n..." The angels words were cut off as he suddenly bumped into someone, having been lost in thoughts of his books.

"Oh, I am so dreadfully sorry... Are you alright?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[ssolessurvivor]

that jabberjay drabble for @inabcck cause ouch feels

He felt like he'd only just fallen asleep when he jolted awake. A scream sounds through the tropical foliage that shouldn't be familiar, but there's just something about it that crawls up his spine like a haunting. In the darkness, the moonlight barely touching the rainforest floor, Logan clutches his axe when he hears it again, though he hears a flutter of something like wings along with it.

That doesn't change the fact his heart begins to beat so much faster.

"Help me! Help me, Logan! Please!"

"Magnus?" The whisper comes out trembling as Logan stands and turns, twists, and twists again as more of them come at him from all sides. Anguished screams of terrible pain, more cries for help. His name, over and over again on a bloodcurdling tone. Flying through the ferns, he's stopped by the swoop of a bird, the sting of a beak against his cheek. Accompanied by...Magnus' tormented voice.

"Magnus!" Logan hollers and the jabberjays scream his own name back at him alongside cries of pure pain and anguish: ones he himself has mimicked in the last Games, in the last arena. A halfhearted swing of his axe fells one of them but five more take its place. In no time he's surrounded by them in a cyclone, pecked and scratched with talons over and over.

"Logan! Come find me, Logan!"

"Save me! Please!"

"Stop it!" Logan's voice cracks on the way his scream is entirely guttural, ravaging his throat as he ducks and tries to escape the claws that slice his skin, the beaks which pull his hair and sting his neck. In the flashing of those wings against his skin, amid all the vocal tones, he hears others too. Like his sister screaming in total pain. His mom weeping in agony and his father disowning him.

Over and over they ravage him, scraping and cutting through his clothes. Pecking and feeling as if they tear the skin even worse than the last talon sinking into his neck. Logan's hyperventilating now, barely hanging on to reality and the weight of his axe does nothing to soothe him. Hands over his ears, in his hair, trying to at least protect his skull from the assault, tears slide down his nose and drip into the humid, sticky wind.

"No...no!" His screaming is turning into something raw and almost like the growl of a dying animal. Eyes squeezed shut against the burn of the moisture, the salty tears flowing more and more against these copied sounds designed to destroy him down to the marrow in his bones, to deconstruct him on an atomic level. Logan let's out a series of screams so bone shattering they deflate even the vertebrae of his curled spine, over and over again he takes such deep breaths just to make that sickly scream over and over.

Anything for them to stop.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain please wake up and draw

bonus :

[anifffff]

WHERE'S JUDE

[danielcalmdown]

i'm just filling up a kim without glasses lore gap with random shit, don't mind me