#in practice the chain running from the body to the arm will probably have to be longer to allow for movement but whatever

[voidimp]

bjd concept hehehoo

(dream valley vine head on b4-05 body)

fullbody under the cut bc i havent drawn pants yet

[simplyholl]

Hunted

Summary: Hydra hosts a training exercise for their super soldiers. You can run, but you can't hide from the Winter Soldier.

Pairing: Dark Winter Soldier x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. This is a dark fic. Non con. Death.

See my Masterlist Here

You ran as hard as your feet would carry you. You were terrified, shaking so hard you were surprised that you could even move. Footsteps approached quickly, your breath hitches as you make a decision. You could run, but the super soldier could easily catch up to you. Or you could stay where you are and pray that you are hidden well enough that he won't find you.

Last month, Hydra caught your uncle's company trying to take them down. They killed all the men that worked there and captured all the women. They brought you all to cells under their headquarters. They fed you three meals a day, stating you all would need your strength for what they had planned.

This morning, you learned what they had meant. You were all brought out to the edge of the woods. The man in charge told you that they were training their super soldiers today. They would be practicing their hunting skills. A large van pulled up, and out came ten super soldiers. You looked around, counting the women who were with you. There were twenty-three of you. A second van halted to a stop beside the other. Two large men drug out another.

He was chained up, arms behind his back, black mask almost like a muzzle covered his mouth. His dark, shoulder length hair was messy, piercing blue eyes locking on you. You felt like you were going to faint. The Winter Soldier was the most brutal of all the super soldiers. A skilled assassin, he was sent on Hydra's most important missions. He did all their dirty work.

The Hydra leader who brought you outside explained the rules to the prisoners and soldiers. They were going to give you all an hour head start. Your job was to hide from the men. If they found you, they could do whatever they wanted with you as a reward. Bile rose in your throat, turning the contents of your stomach sour. Some of you wouldn't come out of this alive. But if you were fortunate enough to make it until sunrise, you would be free.

The footsteps grow closer, you close your eyes hoping he won't notice the footprints you had left in the mud. Then you see him, the man was tall, blonde hair shaved off. He walked toward the bushes you were hiding in. Your hand flies to your mouth to hide your cries. To your dismay, one escapes anyway. The soldier's head whips toward the noise, across the way from you.

You realize it wasn't you who cried too loudly. The soldier smiles wickedly, reaching for the poor woman who just gave up her hiding spot. He flings her out of the bushes onto the hard ground. More tears fall when you notice that it's Claire, the secretary from your uncle's failed company.

The soldier begins pawing at her as she tries to fight him off. It's no use. He holds her down with one knee on her torso, as he strips off his clothes. "You're my second one today." He brags. "Let's see if you're luckier than the last one. I choked her too hard." His evil laugh echoes through the quiet forest. When he rips Claire's clothing from her shaking body, you take the opportunity to run.

He looks up when he hears you leaving your shelter. "I'll catch up to you next!" He yells after you. The sun has started setting, you take a precious minute to catch your breath. You know if you stop for too long, you'll lose your momentum, or someone could catch up to you. You hear the screams and cries of your fellow prisoners as you make your way further into the woods. You search for a new place to hide, since it would be dark soon.

They could have at least equipped you with flashlights, you think to yourself. That was the whole point of all of this, wasn't it? You weren't meant to survive. Hydra expected the super soldiers to kill most of you. The women who survived would be brought back to the prison, probably made to work for them now that their spirits had been broken.

It was almost too dark to continue, so you took shelter in a cluster of bushes, shrinking yourself as small as you could underneath it. Night fell, and you laid on the cold ground, the horrendous sounds of the others getting caught filled the air. Finally, you rested your eyes. You needed the rest if you were going to make until the morning.

You woke up, sensing someone was nearby. You silently prayed that it was just another prisoner and not a threat. You release the shaky breath you were holding when they leave the area. The dark sky turns reddish - pink and you sigh with relief. It shouldn't be long now. Sunrise was so close you could almost taste your freedom.

You close your eyes, hoping that when you opened them the next time, this torture would be over. Your few moments of peace were interrupted when the blonde super soldier from earlier reached down into the bushes, pulling you up by your hair. Your scream rips through the woods, the soldier slings you back onto the ground, kicking you. "Shut up, bitch. I told you I was coming for you. You're my sixth, and from the looks of it, my last." He gestures to the sky.

He rips your shirt from your body. You try to cover yourself, but he moves your hands away. A metal hand wraps around the soldier's neck, a sickening crunch filling your ears as The Winter Soldier snaps it with ease. The soldier slumps over, his lifeless body landing with a thud.

"Mine." The Winter Soldier states, blue eyes locked on your exposed bra. A cold metal finger slips under the bra between your breasts, tearing it from your body with no effort. "No please! I almost made it. Please don't do this!" You cry, pleading with him. His hands find your breasts, squeezing roughly. His eyes land on your peaked nipples, taking them between his fingers.

He twists and pulls too roughly. When he's finished his assault on them, he reaches for his face, removing the black mask from his mouth. He's beautiful, you think for a split second. His blue eyes and pouty, full lips seemed like they didn't belong on the same man who was trained to kill. "Like what you see?" He smirks, when he notices you staring at his face. He pushes your breasts together, face lowering toward them. He runs his tongue from one pointed nipple to the other. Chapped lips taking one between them, sucking harshly.

He bites down, pulling your nipple with his teeth. You cry out, hands on his face trying to push him away. He chuckles, as you fight him, biting down your torso to your pants. He pulls them down along with your panties, discarding them immediately. One thick finger runs through your folds, disappointment evident as it comes out dry. "You're not even wet for me? We can't have that. I won't fit if you're not ready."

You shiver at his words. You didn't want to know how big he was. You had studied the super soldier serum enough at your old job to know that the serum enhanced everything. He brings his mouth down against your core, lips brushing your clit. He swirls his tongue around it, metal arm hooking under your legs to bring you closer. His full lips tug on your clit, you can't help but moan for him.

"That's it, good girl. If you're good for me, I'll convince them to let me keep you." You spit at him, kicking your legs, to push him away. "Why would I want that?" He smiles, because Hydra's gonna kill anyone left in these woods when this is over." You gasp, you should have known. "You didn't really think they would just let you go? You know too much. They will let me keep you as my little plaything though. All I have to do is say the word."

You didn't doubt him for a second. “Stop fighting." He commands, lowering his face again. His nose brushes your clit while he works his tongue inside you. You try to fight back, but he misinterprets your movements. He thinks you're enjoying it now. "That's it." The Winter Soldier suckles your swollen clit, hot tongue lapping up every drop of arousal. You bite your lips so hard; it bleeds trying to keep a moan in.

He grabs your chin, jerking your face towards him. "Do not hold back from me, kitten." His warm tongue drags over you slowly before his plump lips suction around your clit. Your thighs close against his ears as he draws a forceful orgasm out of you, legs trembling as you flood his face. Your moan rips through your throat, earning a satisfied smile from the soldier.

He spreads your legs with one hand, his other freeing his hard cock. You were right about the size of it. You were so fortunate that he got you wet first. You'd be lucky if he didn't split you in half. He plunges inside you, you squirm from the painful way he entered you. "Hold still." He says, holding your stomach down. "I can't, it hurts too much." You whine. The Winter Soldier rolls his eyes, lifting you like a rag doll.

He sits on the ground, lowering you onto him. This position was worse for you. He hit even deeper than before. But he could hold you better this way. His metal arm snakes around your waist, holding you close. He bounces you on his cock, your arms wrap around his neck. His fingers dig into your hips as you get used to it and start to grind on him.

Your clit brushes his dark curls as you ride him. "I knew you would be worth it." He grunts. "I wanted you the moment I saw you this morning. I found you immediately. You're not great at hiding, you know. But I waited. I knew it would be better if I let you think you could escape." He chuckles, "You should have seen those other broads, they would piss themselves when they saw me. But I only wanted you, so I left them for the others."

His dark pants rub against your thighs as he fucks into you. You roll your hips, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. "You feel incredible." He moans into the crook of your neck. You scratch at his leather clad back, as the Winter Soldier's mouth latches onto the exposed skin of your neck. He sucks harshly, making sure it will leave a mark. You clench around him as he cums inside you.

His metal hand reaches between you, icy digits colliding with your heat. His thumb circles your clit, causing you to unravel. You shake in his arms, too exhausted to move as he pulls you off him. He takes his shirt off, handing it to you. "Put this on. I don't want anyone looking at my little doll." You take it, looking up at the sun coming up in the distance.

Tags

@cindylynn @wheredafandomat @multifandom-worlds @loz-3 @megharat-barnes-reid @kats72 @crimson25 @mochie85 @cakesandtom @lokidokieokie @theallknown213 @alexakeyloveloki @tmilover1993 @yeaiamme2 @pigeonmama @yeehawbrothers @lokischambermaid @fictive-sl0th @nomajdetective @goblingirlsarah @foxherder @weirdothatwritess @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed @freegardenbanananeck @lamentis-10 @jainaeatsstars @queenshu @justsebstan

[randomprose]

“Why.” 

Not a question. A demand. He Tian wonders if, as much as Mo Guan Shan says He Tian always makes demands of him, he’s also aware that he does the same.

“Hm?”

“Why me.”

He Tian ponders at the words as he runs his fingers on the side of Mo Guan Shan’s head resting in his chest. The shorn hair is starting to grow. Mo Guan Shan has noticed. And tomorrow, he’ll probably go to the barber shop downtown, the one he’s been going to since middle school, to get it cut again. Maybe he’ll ask He Tian to come and they can eat at the corner noodle shop next block from the barbers, the one with the really spicy mapo tofu Mo Guan Shan likes. He Tian will drag them to the fancy yogurt store he likes by the station to get his tongue to stop hurting from the mapo sauce and Mo Guan Shan will tease him about his shitty spice tolerance (It’s not! Mo Guan Shan’s Sichuanese palette is just short of demonic!) before heading home to do laundry. 

Or if Mo Guan Shan doesn’t feel like going out, he’ll shave off the side of his head over the bathroom sink himself (maybe he’ll ask He Tian) and they’ll just order takeout. And then do laundry.

“Hey.” A pinch at He Tian’s exposed hip which hurt enough for him to tug at Mo Guan Shan’s ear in retaliation. “Answer the question, you dick.”

“Tch.” He Tian’s hand continues to run through Mo Guan Shang’s hair, down to his neck, to his shoulder, his arm, and then back up. Repeats.

The touch is light and almost absent. Done almost as if just for something to do. Mo Guan Shan knows He Tian is thinking. He waits.

There’s a myriad of answers to that. Chief among them is, well, He Tian doesn’t know really. Mo Guan Shan was just some delinquent who Jian Yi and Zhan Zheng Xi fought once. He Tian helped beat him up and then he saw him again eating a sandwich outside of some convenience store he couldn’t remember what chain now. He Tian was bored. Mo Guan Shan was a good distraction. A fun distraction. He made He Tian laugh. Truly. Genuinely. The type that travels warm through the chest and sits pleasantly in the belly. The type of laugh he has to stifle. And He Tian can’t remember the last time he laughed that wasn’t out of derision or condescension. Mo Guan Shan is a good cook. A really good cook. He Tian never really cared much for food beyond needed sustenance but the first taste of Mo Guan Shang’s beef stew got him craving. To this day, He Tian swears it’s one of the best dishes he’s ever had. Mo Guan Shan needed better friends and maybe at the time He Tian also needed a friend. Mo Guan Shan was strong but he needed saving too and He Tian liked being needed. 

Mo Guan Shan had the eyes of someone fighting the world as if it owes him something. He looked at He Tian like a nuisance and without any expectations. And He Tian liked exceeding expectations regardless if they don't exist so he took that as a challenge.

But it’s also precisely because Mo Guan Shan looked at him without expecting anything. For someone like He Tian that was the most refreshing thing in the world. Mo Guan Shan looks at him and He Tian can just be. And now the only expectations he wants to exceed are Mo Guan Shan’s.

“Your eyes.”

“What?”

“It was your eyes. I liked them.”

“Liked?” Past tense?

“I still do. I like you.”

“My eyes, huh.” A pause. “Why?” A genuine question this time.

He Tian shrugs. “They looked sad.”

“Have you looked in the mirror.”

“Not the same.”

“You liked my eyes because they looked sad.”

“I like sad things.”

“You’re sad.”

“On the contrary, Little Mo.” He Tian presses Mo Guan Shan against his side. Skin to skin, half of Mo Guan Shan’s body practically draped over him. He keeps him there and drops a kiss on fiery auburn locks. Smiles against his temple when he doesn’t shift away and just stays there, pressed snug against He Tian. The arm thrown over his bare torso is a very welcomed warm weight. “I am actually very, very happy.” 

Now. Because of you.

“What about now?”

He Tian lets his hand travel lower, beneath the sheet draped loosely over their hips, to grab at soft flesh.

“Oh, I am very, very, absolutely happy right now.”

“Tch.” Another pinch to his side, a light kick in the shins. “Not what I meant, pervert.”

“Eeeh. You love it.” Love me. “Well, what do you mean?”

“Are my eyes still sad?”

A consideration. “No.” He Tian thinks of warm brown eyes welcoming him home with dinner on the stove, thinks of the wicked glint in them just moments earlier looking down at him as Mo Guan Shan rides him, of the euphoric haze in them afterwards when He Tian flipped them and finished inside him. “Not much now, no.”

Because Mo Guan Shan still has his days when it feels like his insides are slowly but surely turning cold, chest heavy and hollow at the same time. They both do. And He Tian can’t pretend he can chase them all away any more than Mo Guan Shan can keep He Tian’s at bay. But best believe He Tian is damn well sure as fuck always gonna try his level best to pull Mo Guan Shan out of it just as he does to him. Every time. 

“Guess you no longer like me then, huh.”

He Tian scoffs—almost laughs—at the absurdity of the mere idea. See? Didn’t he say Mo Guan Shan is quiet the comedian?

“Again, on the contrary, Little Mo.” He Tian turns on his side, pulls Mo Guan Shan impossibly closer against him so they’re chest to chest, and slots a leg in between Mo Guan Shan’s. In response, an arm curls tight around his back, a hand pressed between skin and cotton sheets, the other placed over He Tian’s chest, and it’s like slotting two puzzle pieces together. Perfectly. “I really, very much like you. Love you even.”

Mo Guan Shan sighs, tucks his face where He Tian’s neck and shoulder meets. He inhales, revelling in the smell of sex, sweat, and something distinctively He Tian—dark and dangerous and safe.

“Sap.” Because He Tian, Mo Guan Shan knows, for all his faults, never lies. “You said you like sad things.”

“No. I said I like you. Just you.” He Tian says. “I love you.” 

The words are said with a tone of unquestionable certainty. Just like all the other times he’s said them and all the other times they will leave He Tian’s lips. Always. Without question.

In whatever state you are, I will always like, want, need, love, everything you.

Mo Guan Shan just hums, pressing his lips tenderly at He Tian’s pulse one, two, three times. 

He Tian clutches at the palm resting over his heart. It’s all the answer he needs.

[kit-williams]

Glaubenskraft

The big Black Legion/Luna Wolf story. Because of the dark nature of this story aka the rape and other heavy themes like with other dark themed stories there is no use of you or I. There will be an OC that is going to be sent into the dark depths. I will say this with scensarity. When I write for 40k I do take advantage of the grimdarkness of the far future. You are all probably aware of this if you've read a lot of what I write. This is one of the fics I pushed to the limit. I'm also going to apologize for combat scenes I'm not very good at them.

tw: Rape (dead dove do not eat), Forced Pregnancy, some mind break, stockholm syndrome, Breeding and impregnation talk and kinks, clothed male unclothed female for one part, and please let me know if there is something I have missed

Zhur Painbane

Dolli Quest: purple eyes, prosthetic left leg, prosthetic left hand, scars on her arms, large aquilia tattoo on her back from shoulder to shoulder, red hair

Cadia would fall... it was inevitable really. The crusade would succeed but Zhur Painbane was simply here to cause terror within the Cadian trenches as they push hard. His furred cape was black and sooty still hanging together since the days he was a Luna Wolf... a faded wolf head holding the center red gem on his chest. His golden mask turned upward as the booming crack across the sky as the Maelstrom seemed to lash out against the Imperials.

They were trying to surround him. How cute. He thought as they shot at him with heavy munition.

"Dolli call artillery!" He heard someone shout. As his head whips to the soon to be dead Cadian shooting him in his head!

"Yes Sir!" She shouts as she forces Zhur to snarl and reel back slightly to avoid a shot in the eye lens. You're going to die slowly little rabbit. Though he might have fun with that one... he enjoys the shape of her face... the strong jaw and the vibrant amethyst eyes that practically glow. Zhur wants to see that face of hers look hopeless.

He began the quick slaughter as he watched her run down a section of the trench, hopping over holes and dead bodies. When she got far enough... he shot a few rounds and rushed after her.

Dolli got the radio warning of the Chaos Space Marine on her tail. She unloaded a few hand grenades feeling them blow up behind her and causing a chain reaction with unexploded ordinance behind her or grenades. Even the heat of that behind her kept her going as she knew he would be right there. She slid herself to the vox. "This is Vox Alfa 4 fire on our position. We have a Charlie Sierra Mike running through the trench. Emperor Protect our souls."

"Emperor Protects." Was all she got on the other end of the line.

The heavy and chunky thud of her rifle bought her a few seconds as he rushed down upon her. She pressed the barrel of her gun to his throat and pulled the trigger several times. His head jerking back as she barely missed his vocal cords and spinal cord. Snarling as those black and gold fingers dug into the blood filled mud as she overcharged her las and burned several holes into his arm. She kept him on his toes as he played with his food... Dolli knew he was playing with her... she just had to be enough fun.

Zhur heard the whistling and tackled her into the bunker nearby as the earth shaking rounds threw dirt into the air. He was snarling as he could feel his organs shutter. He ground his sharp teeth looking at the body under him. He wasn't a dedicated slannshi to fuck a warm corpse. His fingers cupped her chin as he looked at her, nose and ears bleeding from the explosions and most likely ruptured her organs.

He turned away and walked toward the entrance. She would have made a fine subject to his experiment... a refinement to Honsou's design. Honsou was onto something but he did it wrong... the human body is already capable of flushing out the rejects naturally. Zhur was on the cusp of success... just the last female he had went insane and had died outside of his control but she gave birth to what was essentially a space marine.

Dolli pulled out her knife as she looked at the space marine just standing there. She was going to die... she accepted this... but if she could be the reason this traitor dies she could be happy with it.

Zhur snarled as the knife buried itself into his side and he heard the mechanics of a priming grenade. His honey brown eyes flicked to his side seeing Dolli there with her hand on the knife and the grenade in her hand. She was making a reach to try and tangle herself against his armor.

Dolli doesn't know what happened exactly in that moment as she had stabbed him and was ready to meet the Emperor. The next moment the grenade was out of her hand and her breath was knocked out of her as she felt herself being cradled. Had a loyalist space marine come and saved her? No... it was still black and gold armor against her... NO... NO NO NO NO NO. Dolli began to thrash as nothing good ever came of being saved by a Black Legionary.

He snarled over his vox down at her as she realized her hand holding the grenade was gone and she didn't feel the way he just cut the metal off. "You little bitch. Thought you could get the drop on me?" He snarled as he began to rip the leather and thick cloth of her trousers, crushing the metal and the armor plates on them.

She kicks and tried to slam her prosthetic leg into him trying to get it to go beyond what it was suppose to do. She could hope it would decide to kick a hole in his chest but so far that wasn't happening. "Die in a hole you filthy traitorous scum!" She spits and snarls at him. Dolli had a dreaded feeling of what was going to happen she tries to grab her knife but he throws it away. Its a horror of the battlefield no one talks about... well when one of the enemy's entire perversion is sex... she remembers being warned as a little girl what could happen. She remembers how many of her friends couldn't stomach the idea... it wasn't guaranteed that it might happen... most likely you'd be blown apart but... the thought that you could be an unlucky victim. Dolli never thought it would be her.

Agent Quest?

"Behave!" Snarled Zhur as he grabbed her organic leg and threatened to snap it.

"No!" She screamed back as Zhur pressed his hand down on her stomach as he pushed himself between her legs and pulled his cock out. Zhur would play nicer after this... if she survived.

For Dolli she gritted her teeth as she could feel the cockhead pressing hard against her entrance. She couldn't even kill herself to save herself from this... either it would be a slow painful death via internal bleeding or she would be found later... discharged and always given pitied looks as if there was some sign around her neck that everyone could notice that she had been defiled by a traitorous and tainted space marine.

Zhur watches her face... he expects that fire to go out... to see that delicious helplessness... the begging and pleading for mercy where it wouldn't be found. Instead he found a fire... warp fire in her amethyst eyes. How she was still snarling at him... she looked like one of the corpse emperors living saints right now... the way her eyes glow with righteous anger... the paleness of her skin smeared with dirt and blood... how her hair is splayed out making a halo a dirty halo full of dirt, blood, sweat, and soot. Zhur snarls as he pushes into the unwilling cunt.

Tears prick the corner of her eyes as she could feel it all and the pained cry as he forced himself into her dry. She hissed with pain as he bobbed his hips working each painful inch deeper into her sex.

Mattis go get the others she's having an episode.

Mom?

Mattis go!

Mum please... wake up.

Zhur felt himself bottom out and moaned. He let her cunt spaz about him as blood, his pre cum, her piss, and her own forced arousal helped get him this far. He leaned his head back and savored the feeling of her around him. She glared up at him with wet eyes still looking like a fallen saint. Zhur was hardly a word bearer but perhaps he had found someone who was chosen by the corpse... he grins at the thought of stealing her away from him.

"Oh I think I'm going to do more than just fuck you till I feel better... there will still be that." He moved his hand to her throat as he had to be gentle given he was still fully armored as she was at an awkward angle. "I'm still mad at you little mortal... I didn't appreciate the headshots and nearly taking out an eye." He chuckled as she replied with a snarl.

"You are going to be part of something much more than yourself."

"Fuck you! The Emperor protects me and I will never join Chaos!" She screamed causing him to laugh.

"Silly mortal. I'm currently fucking you and who says I need you to join. Oh what will be happening to you... please do pray. Pray to him and let him see what will happen to you." He purred as he was kind enough to let her adjust to him as he enjoyed the feeling between her thighs.

Dolli refused to scream... refused to cry as she just glared up at the grunting marine above her. She tried to focus on the distant gun shots and explosions instead of the lurid wet squelches that was starting to happen. The wet fapping noise as she felt herself become aroused. Remembering the woman from that class explain that it could happen... its nothing about want... sometimes the body is like a machine and when something goes in there it reacts like how it is suppose to.

For Zhur he was panting and grunting and growling above her jerking her hips to his over and over again...

What's going on?

Mum is having an episode.

Mama's done so well... what triggered it?

I don't know Zekyr!

Calm down Naxos.

... it felt like heaven between her thighs. Oh yes he was going to keep her. Zhur felt so warm inside of his armor as he started to jerk her hips faster. Oh yes he was bringing her back. Zhur groaned as he pulled her tightly against him and spilled inside of her.

For Dolli she didn't know what to expect next... she couldn't stop her thrashing as he grabbed her head and slammed it down. Making everything go dark.

However there was no throne to greet her in the dark. Just a whisper... I'm sorry. The weight of those words sat like a stone in her stomach as she knew she was still alive. Her eyes opened for brief moments... all she could see was black and gold... profane shapes that hurt her eyes... twisted individuals draped in skin... someone touching her face and grabbing at her aquilia before she saw them turn to red paste as the space marine holding her snarled something in a foul tongue.

Dolli felt sore... there was a throbbing in her face... the throbbing between her legs... she wasn't on a shitty medical cot. Dolli was on a soft bed... she opened her eyes she was naked save for her aquilia... her leg prosthetic was missing as was the reminder of her forearm prosthetic. She had been cleaned and that feeling made her feel sick as she had an idea who... seeing hickies blooming on her thigh and one of her breasts.

"Ah welcome back." A clear voice purred to her. Honey brown eyes looked at her from a face that seemed to have some 5 o'clock shadow growing in with short neat black hair shaved to a military standard. His canines were long and so was his tongue but he was dressed in a black compression shirt and some shorts. Dolli was confused... she would have mistaken him for an Ultramarine or even a Blood Angel if it was not for the star of chaos on the door. "So Dolli, that is your name if I remember right. I'm going to tell you what is going to happen."

She looked at him unimpressed, "I assume rape me again and twist me to Chaos?" She said before spitting at him.

Zhur liked his little wife clean. Her hair was a deep red that looked better clean... oh he was eager to see it long and see it pool under her head like a blood pool. "Oh perhaps if you continue to resist it will be rape. But no... in fact I want you to try to resist... I want you to cling to the Emperor as long as you can as I think I like your fire. But no... you're going to help me make more space marines." He said running his tongue over his teeth looking at her on his bed.

Zhur quickly realized when he became a Luna wolf all those years ago that he felt a deep longing for something... he should have been like his brother... having a wife on his hip to come home to... he wanted that. He didn't know why he did and perhaps if everything had succeeded and the Astartes were no longer needed he would have settled down, probably several times given his life span, and had his own wife on his hip. He couldn't explain the deep covetous need it bloomed into and seeing Dolli clean and laying on his bed once again triggered that need.

Lucky for him... she would be the first test of what was his final plan for an improved demoncubula. Though less demons involved and a lot more dark mechanicus involvement and flesh shaping psykers. "No snide comment on that?" Zhur says tilting his head to the side before continuing, "You see I realized that getting pregnant was hard as was staying pregnant... the human body is very good at detecting genetic defects and reabsorbs the fetus'... oh look at me explaining your biology to you." He coos softly as he walks closer, "You are going to be my little wife. " He grabs her chin as she looks at him with wide eyes, "And we're going to make a happy little family."

"You're insane." She hisses softly.

"Perhaps but that is what happens when you want something so badly you are forced to make it yourself. Your womb will be modified and you will be given an organ called a progenoid that will feed into your modified womb. You will give birth to Astartes whom all they need to do is grow up and get the remainder of their organs with no fear of rejection. You," He cups her face, "Will be my reward."

"What."

"Oh yes I already proved that it worked. But I want to make sure it works for multiple babies..." He crawls on the bed and watches her try to crawl away but he holds her in place, "You will also be modified in a few ways to handle my... hmmm tender affections?" He chuckles softly at his own joke. "A wife must be able to handle her husband isn't that right my little wife?" He groans and Dolli watches as he gets hard.

She pushes against his head but he runs his tongue along the valley of her breasts as he grinds against her, "Oh my little wife I shouldn't... you'll be having surgery soon enough... but I'm so excited." Dolli scratches at him as he pushes his ring finger inside of her this time to try and work her. "See darling I can be nice I'll make you feel good." He pants with perverse pleasure, "You'll make such a good mommy for our boys. Won't you? Yes... say yes... you'll be such a good-"

"Mommy?" Dolli finally blinks as she looks up at pair of bright purple eyes, belonging to her eldest Thallos. She looks around seeing three other concerned looking pairs.

"B-boys. What." She looks down at the railing she is holding onto with a white knuckle grip.

"You were thinking about Da- um Zhur again weren't you?" Thallos says.

"You can still call him Daddy, Da, Dada, Dad, or Father if you want I know you all still hold affection for him." She says with a sigh as they look guilty at that fact. They look like a mashup between Horus and their father with a few features from her. She was happy they all had her eyes... "Boys don't feel guilty for what your father did." She no longer flinches when calling him that... she hardly realizes she calls Zhur their father.

Dolli Quest was now an inquisition member along with her four boys... Thallos Quest, Naxos Quest, Zekyr Quest, and Mattis Quest. They were an unidentified 4 man astartes group that just would affectionately refer to their inquisition liaison as mother sometimes. That was the cover the Inquisitor gave her... she couldn't help herself as they were her boys. Zhur gave her four little angels that she loved so much... they were a happy little family.

Dolli knew something in her broke during her time with Zhur... she never fell to chaos even during what eventually turned out to be century with him. But, she was the one who wanted Mattis... she seduced him to give her one more little boy. She was scared that they would have to leave Mattis behind given how close he was to his father when Thallos wanted to help her escape.

She pulled Thallos close before opening her other arm and feeling her boys get close. "I love you four so much... don't ever think I don't... I love you all from the tops of your heads to the bottom of your toes... to the sky above... and the earth below... to the stars beyond... and forever and ever after." She whispered to them kissing their cheeks or foreheads as she let tears fall. Dolli broke... because she couldn't find it in her heart to hate Zhur anymore.

However, she wouldn't go back... she was a loyal Imperial citizen! She wiped her face and straightened up, "Alright boys we've got a mission!"

------

Mattis was a good boy... all of his sons were good boys in his eyes. But Mattis could not keep anything hidden from his father. It is how he learned about Thallos' plan to steal his mother away. Only reason Zhur allowed it and in fact helped it succeed was because he was going on a long deployment and had a feeling someone was going to try to kill his precious little wife. The last kiss he gave her still warmed his lips... the uncertainty in her eyes... nearly giving up the ghost herself it would seem.

Zhur smiled as he watched on the screen as he could see his Dolli! She walked with her retinue and their sons. Zhur keeps telling himself that he allowed this... he allowed all of this... but really the separation was killing him now. He wanted his boys back... he wanted his wife back. He inhales hard and calms his eager voice as he connects to the private family vox channel and purrs out, "Daddy's home"

Thallos: Mommy

Naxos: Mum

Zekyr: Mama

Mattis: Mom

[sinfulwrites]

Could u mabe do a nsfw alphabet for asa bc i love my beautiful bug babygirl🙏🙏🙏🙏 +i love ur writing oml

Hello there anon! Thank you so much!!

While my requests are closed, I simply can't say no to a bug man request. I love and value all my fellow Asa enjoyers.

Here you are! I hope you enjoy it!

Asa Emory NSFW alphabet

 A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You won’t be wrapped up in his arms after Asa has finished with you, at most he will lay beside you and allow you to nestle into him. That’s the nicest he can be.

After sex, Asa likes to go over all the marks he left on your skin. Any irritation on your ass or thighs from the spankings, the red bumpy skin along your neck and shoulders from his bites, the scratch marks down your back and legs from his nails. He will run his fingers along them and press into any that make you flinch. 

He will not help you bathe, he will instead order you to. Even if your legs haven’t gotten strength back, he will pull you to your feet and make you go into the bathroom and clean up. All while he watches you.

If he has done enough damage to cause bleeding, he will disinfect the area and bandage it after you have cleaned up. He wants you to scar, not run around with infections. 

You will be locked back up in your trunk afterwards. If you were good enough to earn a bed outside of the trunk, you will be chained to one of the bed posts. Good luck earning such a luxury.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

To Asa, the human body has a lot to love. He is a shameless pervert for boobs, but he also is keen on legs. He is a penis enthusiast, and any man with broad shoulders and muscle can get him going. But when it boils down to it, no matter who you are, you have something he likes. Why do you think he chose you?

Now, on himself, Asa has nothing he could say he liked. Sure, he has strong arms and legs, he has a rather nice ass, some have said he has a nice chest. It's nothing he would write home about.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

In the heat of the moment, he will always cum inside.

If he wants to degrade you, he will cum on your face, or on your back. 

If he's feeling especially mean, he will cum in your clothes and make you wear them for the rest of the day. Don't try and change, it'll only make him do it again, and this time with more consequences. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When he was younger, Asa would frequent sex bars. This is where he found his love for BDSM. If anyone were to find this out, they'd quickly be dealt with. Asa doesn't need people spreading the word of how slutty he was in his youth.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You couldn't find someone more experienced in sex than Asa Emory. 

In terms of BDSM, he was practically a master. He knows how to bend someone to his whim without even trying. He knew how to hurt someone enough to make them beg for more. He knew how to make someone throw away their morals and self respect just so he could step on them even more. 

With a long history of sex partners, it's no surprise he is so experienced. If any of his students or colleagues heard about this, they probably wouldn't believe it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As a bondage fiend, any position where you’re bound underneath him is his favorite. 

Being hooked up to a sex swing is also a big favorite.

Without any ropes or cuffs, his next go to is doggy style.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Asa is the poster child for the word buzz kill. No laughing or fooling around here.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Asa is rather hairy under all of his clothes. Arm hair, chest hair, a lovely treasure trail, and of course he is hairy in the pubic area. While this is the case, he maintains his hair, often trimming it up before it gets out of hand. Like a trimmed hedge.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Every so often, when the mood strikes him right, Asa will jerk off. Most of the time, though, when he is horny he prefers to indulge with another person. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM, and to the extreme. Gags, ropes, chains, clamps, blindfolds, whips, you name it. He has it.

Dom/Sub dynamics are also high on his list. He, being the dom of course.

While he carries himself as a composed, respectable man, he is a shameless voyeur at heart. He tends to lick his lips as he watches. 

If you’re on your period, expect him to be between your legs for most of its duration. Your blood will be a mock face paint for him. 

Asa has a marking kink, and while you won’t be seen by the general public, he likes to remind you who owns you with a bite on the neck. It will bleed.

Asa has a preference for anal. 

Overstimulation is also a big one. He likes to make you beg for him to stop touching you after you’ve had multiple orgasms in a row. The answer is no.

On the opposite spectrum, he also loves to edge you. Make you beg for release. Whichever mood he’s in that day, it’s still pure sexual torture.

Spanking. The more marks on your ass and thighs, the better.

Choking. His hands always seem to find their way around your neck to give it a squeeze. Most times it threatens to be too tight. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Asa prefers to keep his sex contained to his specific space in either his home or his hotel. These spaces are typically decked out to the max with his toys and restraints. He doesn’t like to be far from them.

Every now and then, though, the couch will do. He’s got restraints hidden under it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you are sassing Asa, or simply giving him a hard time, it fuels his motivation to put you in your place.

If you’re on your period, he is like a feral dog chasing a bitch in heat. It’s the most sexually active you’ll ever see him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don’t call him master. Call him sir.

His line is at scat. 

He would prefer it if you did not puke on him. If you do though, it’s not the end of the world. But it’s certainly the end of sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

With Asa, you’re the one giving. Your place is on your knees between his legs, and he will make sure to remind you if you forget.

When you're giving Asa head, be prepared for him to grab your head and fuck your throat. It's his favorite.

He will eat you out on your period, though. It’s like a reward.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and drawn out. Sex is not a one and done event with Asa, you will be with him for hours at a time without a moment to rest. Only after he is finished will you get the chance to catch your breath. 

By the time you are done, you will be sore and will be covered in bruises. Don’t forget the bite marks.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies with Asa are very rare, if not nonexistent. As stated, he prefers long, drawn out sessions. One orgasm isn’t enough for him. 

If you’re not his captive, and the mood strikes him, he may drag you into a quickie. It may still be an hour long, though. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Asa loves to push limits and see how far he can take it with you. 

As long as the risk doesn’t include outing himself to the public, he would be willing to take it. 

With all the toys he has and the filthy thoughts in his head, you will be his sex guinea pig, so to speak.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His personal record is five orgasms in one day. 

In terms of endurance, Asa has trained himself well not to cum prematurely, he can practically cum on command. Rest assured, you will have cum multiple times before he has once.

Let that be a gauge of how long sex lasts.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Asa practically owns a sex shop with the amount of toys he has.

Dildos, vibrators, anal toys, BDSM gear, even down to things he has made himself, he has it. And he is not afraid to use them. He will use them.

Asa is not shy to use toys on himself, but that is usually when he is on his own. Now and then, he may use a cock ring on himself with you. Just because he enjoys it. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s borderline torture with how much teasing he will do to you. You will be sobbing and begging before he finally gives you relief; if you’re lucky.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is less of a moaner, and more of a talker. Talking down to you while he fucks you is his go to.

“Look at you taking my cock so easily. Slut.”

“You didn’t even try to stop me. Disgusting.”

While he doesn’t moan, he will growl. Especially when he cums, but also if you do something to disappoint him. If you hear it, you’re in trouble. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is a man with two jobs; an entomology professor and an exterminator. 

While his extermination job is purely to scope out new victims, it is nonetheless, a job.

While this could lead one to think he is well off, he typically blows all his money on his hoarding- I mean, collecting. 

With his night hobby at the hotel, along with a busy day schedule, he typically forgets to eat and sleep. You’d never know it by looking at him, though. 

Asa hand makes all of his traps, leading one to the conclusion that he is experienced with welding and iron work, along with carpentry and electrical work. He is very handy.

He has a long list of talents one wouldn’t expect. You didn’t think he could knit, could you? Think again. 

This man suffers from several mental illnesses. The trauma of his childhood certainly haunts him and keeps him awake. His horrible insomnia also doesn’t help his mood. 

Thanksgiving is a very bad time for him. You will not be able to find him. Don’t even ask about his plans to celebrate; there are none. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Asa is pretty average when it comes to length, coming to 6 inches. Though he is slightly thicker than the average size. Don’t worry though, he knows exactly how to use it.

Asa is also circumcised. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While Asa is a sex fiend, it’s typically only on his own terms. His libido is quite low, meaning you will probably only get it from him now and then. Unless the mood strikes. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Asa is never one to fall asleep after sex unless he was truly that tired beforehand. 

You’d never know the answer though, as you’re usually locked back in your trunk after he is done. 

If you’re not a captive, you’re sent on your way once you’re cleaned up. Or he leaves if he is at your place. 

Having two day jobs along with a long night hobby, his sleep schedule is already all over the place as it is. Who knows when he actually fits in time to sleep.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT.4

Kate Bishop X f!reader

a/n: Honestly, I know I took forever to write this but I'm proud of myself for coming back and doing it haha. We all know how I can be when I fall off the writing wagon for a bit. Anyways, I think this part was pretty good! Let me know what you think! For those of you asking, there will probably be one to two more parts after this. Most likely one but we'll see if I change my mind. Happy writing!

Word count: 2250

Warnings: Not proofread, drinking

Waiting for 7pm too roll around felt like weeks. You tried watching tv, scrolling tiktok, literally anything to pass the time. You ended up settling on taking a nap to make time move quicker and so you’d have no problems this time staying up a little later. Your alarm goes off at 5:30 and you get up to get ready. You settled on some beige shorts with a black tshirt and a fitted cap to match the shorts. You threw on your chain and rings and hit yourself with a mist of your cologne before you were ready to head out. You had about 40 minutes until 7 when all of a sudden your phone went off. 

“Hey any chance you could come to mine for 7 instead? I ended up having to host the pre game. Sorry about the inconvenience.” Kate said in a text. 

“Sure omw in 10.”

Kate dropped you a pin with her location as a reminder of where she lived and you started to head over. 

Despite the constant texting and good amount of time spent together so far, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You don’t drink often and when you do secrets spill so who knows how this is going to go. You send her a text saying you’re close and as you walk up the steps to her front door the door swings open and there’s Kate with open arms and clearly already tipsy. 

“Y/N!!!!!” She says as her arms wrap around you and her body weight almost completely falls onto you. You’re practically holding her up until she finds her footing. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was down, she was wearing this beige tank top style shirt that was tight to her body with super high cut black shorts. You were practically drooling. 

“It is SO good to see you. Let’s get you a drink. We’re playing some games.”

You walked into her house and around the corner there were about 10 other girls some of them you recognized from the team some you didn’t. 

Kate quickly did a run down of who everyone was in the room for you while cracking a vodka soda for you and handing it off. 

“Do you know the rules of flip cup?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“Want to watch us play one round then join in?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You sat there and watching a bunch of drunk girls playing flip cup but honestly your eyes were stuck on her. Fuck she was absolutely gorgeous. Her smile felt like it was lighting up the entire room. Every feature on her face was your favorite. Your heart was just melting looking at her and she had no idea. 

“Y/n??” You zone back in. 

“Yeah sorry?”

“You saw how to play. Think you’re ready to join now?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You played a couple of different drinking games that Kate walked you through for about an hour and a half and had a pretty strong buzz going when one of the girls announced that the party you were going to go to got shut down. 

“Well it’s not too late, we could always just go to the bars instead?” Kate says. 

Everyone nodded in agreement, you were honestly a little relieved because house parties weren’t so much your thing. A bunch of the girls went to touch up their makeup while you waited by the door ready to go. Kate walked over to you and waited with you, of course she’s so naturally gorgeous that she wears practically no makeup. 

“I hope you’re having fun!! I know you don’t typically do this sort of stuff.” She says. 

“I am yeah I’m excited to go to the bar too.”

“Good.” She says with a soft smile as you two stay making eye contact in this dark entrance to the apartment. 

“C'mon you two let’s get going.” One of the girls says as she stumbled between the two of you bringing you back down to earth. 

Everyone was ready to go and you all started walking towards the strip of road with about 5 different clubs and bars on it. Luckily, Kate’s place wasn’t far at all from the area so it was only a short 8 minute walk. After IDs were checked you all headed in, the music was blaring, drunk people dancing, yes you absolutely felt over stimulated and were trying to keep your cool. 

Kate looks over at you and sees the concerned look on your face. She grabs your hand with hers and motions towards the bar with her head. “C’mon let’s go get a drink” is what you think came out of her mouth but it's practically too loud to tell. 

Kate orders the two of you a shot and a vodka cran each as the bartender makes eyes at her, you can feel her grip tighten. 

“Thank you!” you try to yell over the music as she hands you your drinks.

Kate winks at you as you cheers your shots, tap them on the table and throw them back.

“Let’s go dance!” She screams over the music. Her free hand grabs yours again and pulls you to the front of the dance floor right in front of the DJ. The two of you bump into some of the girls you came here with who are so unbelievably plastered they had absolutely no shame in dancing any which way. You however felt shy, although there was copious amounts of liquor coursing through your body you were still sober enough to be nervous. That or the nerves were so bad they were sobering you up. You decide to down your other drink for courage and try your best at dancing. Kate was a natural, she went out with these girls all the time, they practically all had a dance routine created based only on their time drunk dancing in bars. Your second drink was starting to hit a little harder than expected so the nerves were settling and you felt like you could relax and have a little bit of fun. Was the room spinning? Yes. But it was spinning in the best way possible.

You and Kate were jumping around having an amazing time screaming the lyrics to whatever Taylor Swift song the DJ queued up (there were a LOT) when all of a sudden you saw all the emotion drop off her face. She got real quiet and started to stand a little behind you. You look at her confused as you follow her eyeline three people down to a guy who just walked up with his friends. Fuck.

“Kate? Everything okay?”

“no”

“What’s going on?”

“I just haven’t seen my ex since we broke up. I know it was inevitable with us living in the same town and going to the same school and everything but it still took me off guard.”

“Did you want to leave?”

“--fuck no. He doesn’t own the bar. I’m not going to ruin my night just because his dumb ass showed up.”

You see the guy she’s looking at make eye contact with Kate. Fuck is he walking over here?

Kate’s fingers are entangled in yours as she clutches onto your hand behind her back. 

“Hello ladies.”

ick.

“Why are you over here?”

“Woah Kate, no need to be so hostile. I just wanted to come say hi. Why don’t you introduce me to your little friend?”

You could see fire lighting behind Kate’s eyes. She quickly squeezed your hand twice and pulled you around in front to reveal your hands locked together.

“Girlfriend actually.” Kate says confidently as she releases your hand and puts her arm around your shoulders. Your arm naturally fell to her waist and your heart was beating a mile a minute as your hand gripped around her side. 

His eyebrows raise as the two of you hold each other. “Yeah…okay…sure.” He says. 

“I don’t know who you are but you’re making my girl very uncomfortable so I think it’s time you go.” You say with the most fake but hopefully believable confident tone. 

““Your girl” yeah?” he says with air quotes. 

You just raise your eyebrows in response. He scoffs, looks at the two of you back and forth and walks away. A huge sigh of relief comes out of your mouth as you watch him walk away. No way would that have been possible without the amount of liquid courage you downed just beforehand. You snap back into reality as you feel a kiss planted on your cheek. Your eyes widen and your face more beet red than it already was turns and looks at Kate. 

“You were GREAT thank you so much for playing along with me.”

You got a kiss on the cheek, holding hands, arm around her waist. Why did you feel so shitty? Why did it feel like your heart fell out of your ass to then get trampled on? 

You managed to crack a smile out as your eyes looked at Kate with lust and love and how all you wanted was for it to be true while she seemed obliviously happy that it was just you two again.

Her friends came back over to you guys after getting more drinks and Kate told them what just happened as you stood there still trying to process it all and how you felt. The rest of the night felt hazy, you tried to dance with Kate and her friends but fuck all you felt was out of it. That whole thing really fucked you and your night up and it never improved. 

You check your watch, “1:27am”

“Hey Kate, I think I’m going to go home, I’m feeling pretty tired.”

A frown comes across Kate’s face when you say you’re leaving. “Okay…but I’m walking you, I don’t want you walking alone at night.” She says. 

“No, it’s not a big deal, stay with your friends.”

“No y/n, I’m walking you home, you have no say in this.”

You let out a small chuckle and agree as Kate turns around and says bye to all her friends. 

The two of you push your way through the crowd and manage to make it outside and damn fresh air never felt so good. 

“So…how was your first night out experience?”

“I had a pretty good time, yeah.”

“So glad to hear it! I hope you come out with us again soon.”

“Yeah for sure.”

The two of you talked about all sorts of different stuff on your walk home, school, friends, archery, you had some laughs but for the most part you were still feeling really weird about everything that happened earlier and you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding it. 

“Thanks for walking me home…but now I’m worried about you walking home alone.” You say with a chuckle. 

“It’s okay, I can call an Uber.” Kate responds. “Uh…y/n..can we talk about something for a sec?”

“Yeah for sure what’s up?” Fuck. You can feel your heart racing again.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah of course, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, it’s just I felt like we were having a really good time and then after my ex came over and that whole thing you seemed really off the rest of the night.”

Fuck. What do you say? Do you tell her you have feelings for her? Do you shrug it off? One of those sounds a lot easier than the other.

“Yeah! No, yeah of course we are good. Yeah that whole thing was definitely weird but there was no issue.” You say with the fakest smile ever. At this point you were worried she could hear your heart racing.

“You know if there are ever any issues you can tell me right? Like if I crossed a line or something, just be honest.” She says as she takes a step closer to you. 

“Yeah of course. No issues here.”

“Okay good. Because I have really enjoyed getting to know you and I love the friendship that we have…”

Is she just saying that to make it abundantly clear that we are only friends and will only ever be friends?

“...or whatever else we have too.”

You felt a lump get caught in your throat as your eyes were making lingering contact. Heart thumping so loud you can feel it in your eardrums. Your eyes were scanning her face, fuck all you wanted to do was grab her face pull it in and kiss her. Your body is just full of adrenaline, it's practically shaking out of you when all of a sudden you tune back in. 

“Yeah, I love our friendship too.” You say with a big goofy smile and take a small step back from her. 

What the fuck was that?

Kate’s face was fighting back every emotion it was feeling. Struggle was painted across it. She clearly had something to confess that she practically did but you are such a big pussy that pushing her back and away was the only thing you could do. 

“I should um get some sleep.” You say. “Text me when you get home safe?”

“Sure– uh– yeah.” Kate says looking confused as you start backing up towards your door and walk through it. Back against the wall as your head tips back in frustration trying to figure out why the fuck you would do that. 

– End of PT. 4 –

Taglist: @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick @lilroachsworld @inluvwithfictionalwomen @x666hours @natashaswife4125 @onetruwhore @karmasgxrl @hopelesslyfallenninlove @setsuna1415 @swiftdazer @imobsessedwithmilfss @madamevirgo @louisprettybab @splatalia-jumpanova @jediluka @t00manyfand0ms @oohlala666 @kates-abs-slay @scmg11 @uselessgaez @katebishops-simp @d0ingitwithpassi0n @wuwu96 @ar23northlondon-forever 

[kabie-whump]

❆ Whumpcember Day 10: "Let me help you." ❆

Donner's gotten himself caught in a bear trap.

⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳

Donner can’t believe how stupid he is.

The forest is blanketed in snow, all sounds muffled save for the sharp gasps for air Donner drags through his teeth. His face is scrunched with pain as he stares down at the steel jaws clamped around his ankle, blood bubbling thickly around the metal. The pain radiates up his body, throbbing and hot. 

He didn’t even see it as he wandered through the woods, hoping to work off some excess energy before he had to sit through a long movie night with the team later. The trap was well hidden under the thick snow, ready and waiting.

“Shit,” Donner hisses, his fists clenching where they hold his own knee tightly. It’s taking all of his self control to not try to yank free of the trap, knowing that he’ll probably just end up losing his foot for good. No, any sane person would tell him to relax, take stock of his condition, and find help without causing any further harm. 

Slowly, carefully, with only a few muffled grunts of pain, Donner lowers himself to the ground. He sits with his unharmed leg outstretched and his other leg bent so he can examine the damage, brushing away red-stained snow with shaking hands.

The trap itself is attached to a chain, which disappears underground. He tests the dirt with his fingertips, finding it frozen solid. He’s stuck.

A crunch of snow nearby makes his head snap up, his eyes flitting around for the source of the noise. He’d screamed when the trap had snapped around his ankle, and he worries now that his screaming combined with the stench of blood have attracted predators. 

But it’s not a wolf or a bear that he finds slowly approaching him from behind a tree, but a man, dressed in thick furs with an axe hanging at his hip.

Donner flinches back, his instincts screaming for him to run, but the trap keeps him firmly in place. 

“Easy there,” the man says, his voice low and cautious. “You’re in a bad spot, huh?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, lowering himself to the ground next to Donner and reaching for the trap. 

Donner yanks his foot back, gasping at the new wave of pain that comes with it. “Stay back,” he growls.

The woodsman freezes for a second, glancing up at Donner’s face, then a little higher to his antlers. “You’re one of those deer-people,” he says, pulling his hands away and holding them up in a placating gesture. “You’re a hell of a lot bigger than your friend. Comet, was it?”

Oh, right. Comet got lost in the woods a few months ago, came back saying that they met a nice old woodsman. This must be him. He’s probably not going to kill Donner right now, considering how good he was to Comet. 

“Just,” the man continues, “Just let me help you, alright?”

Donner nods shortly.

“Alright. This is gonna hurt, but I’ll get you out. Just hold still.” The woodsman inspects the trap with practiced eyes. “Old one,” he mutters to himself. “Springs are stiff. No one’s checked this trap in years.” He glances up at Donner, his expression surprisingly gentle for such a weathered face. “Alright, big guy. I’m gonna wedge this open.”

Donner grits his teeth as the man starts to work, using a crowbar from his pack to pry the jaws open. He brings a hand to his mouth and bites down on his own glove, holding back a scream as the pressure eases for a moment, only to return as the springs resist. It’s excruciating but he does his best to be still despite the all-consuming urge to pull away. 

“Almost…” the woodsman mutters, his brow furrowed with concentration. With a final grunt of effort the trap’s jaws give way and his discards it, immediately whipping off his scarf to wrap it around Donner’s rapidly bleeding ankle. “There.”

“Thanks,” Donner gasps, his head light and fuzzy from shock and blood loss.

He wraps his arm around the woodsman, letting him lift him off the ground and start leading him back the way he came.

⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳

Tags: @whumpcember@sapphicccici

[theconstellationprincess]

doing some of the regressuary prompts to get the writing juices flowing. this is 12 (Character A is sick but insists they’re fine.) and it's more Scott, because I love him <3

-

"Scott, please just go to bed. We can handle the debrief without you." Jean insists in his head, staring at him intently while everyone piled into the meeting room, freshly showered and changed. Scott sniffles and gives her the mental equivalent of sticking his tongue out, childish as it may be. Jean narrows her eyes at him and he mumbles a sheepish apology as he sits down. One of the mutants they had been fighting had some sort of illness-causing power. Hank was running some tests on Scott's blood now, but based on the symptoms, it wasn't that dangerous, just inconvenient. Nor was it contagious, based on some of what the mutant responsible had said.

Scott stifled a cough as Storm began the debrief. Whenever Scott was incapacitated in any way, she was next in the chain of command to take over. Incapacitated today included having a voice that was hoarse and thick, and overall unpleasant to have to listen too.

Scott tried to focus on the debrief, he really did, but it was hard to listen when every part of his body was yelling at him about how wrong he felt. Scott rarely got sick; he took fantastic care of his body, apart from the stress of leadership. He made sure to sleep at a reasonable time- when he could, sometimes missions interrupted that- he ate well, and he was in great physical shape. His immune system was great, but that apparently did nothing against mutation-induced illness.

That is to say that Scott did not have much practice being sick, and he wasn't sure how best to go about ignoring the warning signs overwhelming his senses. He slouched a little in his chair, popping his ears with a wince as Storm continued to talk. Her voice sounded a million miles away, or like it was underwater. Blurry and incomprehensible.

Jean's hand on the back of his neck startled him, but it was pleasantly cold against his fevered skin, and he leaned into the touch, blinking slowly. He was very warm, and Jean was cold, so it was a no brainier to Scott to shift his chair so that he could lean against her. He could feel her chest rumble as she laughed, and began to sit up to ask her what was funny, but a hand running through his hair stilled him, and his eyes fell half-closed as he leaned into the touch. "You should go to bed," Jean murmured to him, and Scott made an annoyed noise, hiding his face in her neck.

"'m fine," Scott replied, wincing at the soreness in his throat as he spoke. His voice was low and gravelly, and Jean sighed upon hearing it. Storm was still talking in the background, but Scott was hardly aware of where he was, let alone what was going on. Exhaustion pulled at him, as did fevered thoughts, and all he really knew was that he wanted Jean, because she would make him feel better.

Jean hushed him, and he could feel a flash of annoyance from her mentally, but she continued to pet his head, so he ignored it. Eventually, the background noise of voices ceased, though by that point Scott was half asleep on Jean's shoulder. She shook him gently to wake up, and when he made no move to actually get up, scooped him up in her arms, using a healthy dose of telekinesis to boost her own strength.

Scott had half a mind to be complain about it, and he was distantly aware that he should probably be embarrassed to be cradled in the arms of his wife in front of his team, but it was very comfortable, and it made him feel fuzzy in the best way, so he just mumbled something halfhearted and let Jean carry him to their room. She sets him down gently on the bed, and goes through his dresser to find him pyjamas to wear.

"I can do it myself," Scott whispers, swallowing with a wince. He's not sure how much of a lie it is, if he could even stand up right now. He certainly doesn't feel very sturdy, but he hates the idea of Jean having to do everything for him. It's not that he's too proud to admit he needs help- although, admittedly, that might be part of it- it's that he doesn't like to be an inconvenience. Doesn't want to give Jean reasons to leave, because what if one day the negatives of their relationship outweigh the positives?

"I can hear you thinking," Jean says softly to him, setting down Scott's favourite comfort-wear. "So let me tell you this all at once, and you better pay attention. I love you Scott, and when I married you, I promised to be there for you in sickness and in health. You are not a burden to me just because you're sick, and in fact," She kissed his forehead and cupped his face in her hands, "I love when you let me take care of you. So please let me take care of you, okay?"

Scott can feel his lip quiver, but he really does not want to cry, because he already feels awful and trying to cry with a clogged nose and sore throat sounds awful. Instead he kisses Jean's palm and nods, "Okay." He agrees, sniffling a bit. Jean smiles brightly at him, and Scott feels a little bit less guilty.

"Raise your arms for me?" Jean requests gently, tugging off his shirt when Scott complies. He's a bit confused, blinking at her slowly, arms still in the air as she folds his shirt and sets it down next to her. He shivers a bit, goosebumps appearing on his skin as Jean grabs the sweater she had brought over earlier. He is still confused, even as she puts it on him, gently tugging at his arms to maneuver them into the sleeves. Scott opens his mouth to question her after his head pops out the top, but Jean shushes him. "I'm taking care of you. Let me."

And so Scott does. He lifts his hips when she asks so that she could change him out of his jeans into a pair of well worn sweatpants, lets her carry him into the bathroom and set him down on the counter and brush his teeth, comb out the tangles in his hair, and swap out his glasses for his sleep mask. Even though Scott is doing none of this himself, he still feels completely spent when Jean scoops him off the counter and tucks him into bed. He listens to her put around, following the same routine she just did for him, before crawling into bed next to him. Scott feels... small. Jean had treated him like a child, and he had let her, and it had felt really nice, for some reason. It was like his brain was just off, and he didn't have to think or do anything for himself, because Jean was there and she would help him.

Her arms wrap around him, and she presses a kiss to the back of his head. "Go to sleep, love." She tells him, and Scott grumbles but closes his eyes and tries to relax. Even as exhausted as he is, sleep is still difficult with a stuffed nose and an aching body. He squirms, trying to get comfortable while also trying not to disturb Jean. After several minutes of this, he hears Jean sigh, and she gets out of bed. For an agonizing moment, Scott feels his heart drop, because this was it. Jean was leaving because he was too much for her and she hates him and if he was better than she would stay, but he's awful and weak and-

Jean was picking him up again. She must have walked over to his side of the bed without his notice. "Shh, Scott. It's okay, I'm right here. I know you don't feel well, baby, but you need to rest." She coos, holding him against her. Scott wraps his arms and legs around her tightly, whimpering into her shoulder as cups the back of his head.

"I- You-" He hiccups, choking back tears. Jean makes a comforting noise, and starts to sway gently, humming what Scott assumes is a lullaby. She doesn't make any mention of when her shoulder begins to grow wet with tears, only continues to soothe him with comforting words and her gentle movements. Between one moment and the next, Scott falls asleep, completely exhausted.

"Oh Scott," Jean says to herself, tucking him back into bed. He looks adorable even now, flushed with fever and upset. She uses her sleeve to wipe his face free of tears and snot, the shirt already needing to be washed on account of those same fluids having soaked the left shoulder. Once he is cleaned up, she changes her shirt and crawls into bed next to him, smiling when he gravitates towards her. She too is tired, though it is a satisfied kind of fatigue, and follows him off to dreamland shortly.

-

She wakes to a gentle knock on their door, and cringes as she looks towards Scott. Still fast asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, she creeps out of bed and opens the door, giving Hank a tired smile as she steps out of their room and gently shuts the door behind her. "Scott's asleep," She explains upon receiving a confused look from Hank, "I'd rather not wake him."

"Of course," Hank acquiesces gracefully. Hank really is the best of them. "After looking through Scott's blood draws, and managing to acquire some information from the mutant himself in custody, I have determined that there's nothing to be concerned about. He should be recovered in a few days, and his symptoms should be able to be adequately managed by standard cold medications." Jean nods along with his words, sighing in relief.

"Thank you, Hank." She replies, smiling brightly at him. He smiles back, more bashful than anything, and leaves in a hurry. Jean laughs a bit to herself, and instead of heading back into their bedroom, heads for the stairs. She could use some water, and she'll bring a glass back for Scott as well. He'll need to be kept hydrated.

She hears laughter when she passes the main sitting room and pokes her head in, seeing several of the younger team members sitting together in a huddle. "What are you all up too?" She asks, growing suspicious when they all jump apart like they've been caught. Kitty's ears go up to her shoulders as she looks towards the ground for a moment and then back to Jean.

"Nothing!" She squeaks, and Jean shifts her gaze over to Jubilee, who whistles innocently, then to Rogue and Gambit who both avert their gaze, and finally to Kurt. He makes eye contact accidentally. She raises an eyebrow. He freezes, then wilts.

"We were making a- what did you call it Kitty? A college?" He turns towards her, tilting his head.

"Collage." Kitty corrects meekly, fidgeting with the strings of the sweater she's wearing.

"A collage!" Kurt exclaims, looking back towards Jean. "Of pictures when you-" Rogue leaped forward and slapped a hand over Kurt's mouth, faking a sweet smile which she aimed at Jean, who was increasingly unimpressed.

"We were making a collage for Cyke, as a get better soon gift." Jean narrows her eyes at Rogue, but she refuses to read any of her teammates minds without permission. Jean sighs and decides that that problem will be for future her, and resumes her previous task.

When she makes it back to their bedroom, water glass in hand, she's surprised to see Logan standing at the door, which is slightly ajar, looking in. "Logan," Jean says, a bit louder than she means to. He whirls around, claws coming out, though he quickly puts them away. It's hard to sneak up on Logan even at his most relaxed, which meant he must have been in his own head to be distracted enough that she got the jump on him.

"Jeannie." Logan grunts, quickly moving away from the door. Jean laughs a bit, giving Logan a teasing look.

"You're allowed to be worried about him, you know. Scott needs more people looking out for him outside of missions- and on them really." She says the last part to herself, although judging by Logan's amused huff he catches it. "He gets hurt far too often," She complains, running a hand through her hair. Logan makes a vaguely agreeing sound. She can tell Logan wasn't particularly interested in conversation, so she left him in the hall and reentered the bedroom, setting the water glass she got for Scott on his nightstand. He was still sound asleep thankfully. She grabbed the book she was currently reading and crawled next to him in bed, reading it in the low light of the room as Scott quietly snored next to her. She could not imagine a more perfect evening.

[myloveforhergoeson]

October 2nd

Prompt: Apparition

Having the Palm Woods Hotel right smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles afforded the band, their assistant, and friends no shortage of things to do and places to explore. For instance, Big Time Rush had recently discovered a discount movie theater a few blocks from their apartment building, where on Wednesday nights, it was practically cheaper than dirt to catch some old out-of-traditional-theater classics.

Since the air in LA was growing cooler, the chill of October beginning to seep into every little crack of the city, the discount theater had begun a run of older, spookier films; The band and their friends had decided to take advantage of this fact, snagging some last-minute tickets to The Sixth Sense.

As someone with the actual sixth sense, it was hard for Roxy not to take the movie as a comedy. She had to remember to snuggle into her boyfriend's arm at all the scary twists and turns, instead of laughing so hard soda squirted out her nose. But, seeing a movie with James as her boyfriend for the first time was nice - There were plenty of excuses to be all up in his personal space, and the darkness of the theater provided some nice coverage for covert kisses... Until James actually grew interested in the later half of the film.

Judging by the claminess of his hand as she clasped it in hers, he'd been sufficiently spooked by the end. This trait seemed to have affected a few of the other boys and Camille as well, leaving Jo, Kendall, Stephanie, and Roxy to criticize the cheesiness of the film as they made their way home that evening.

Smog hanging thick over the city skyline made it hard to see both the stars and moon as the teens headed down Hollywood Boulevard. Normally, this street was full of hustle and bustle as tourists took a walk down the Hollywood Walk of Fame, dined in the dozens of both chain and local restaurants, and took advantage of all the tourist attractions lining both sides of the street, but it was getting to be almost midnight now, so most of the businesses were either closed or on track to very soon.

That left the band of teenagers mostly to their own devices, chatting about this and that as they passed the darkened shop windows and the last stragglers trying to find somewhere to hunker down for the night.

James' jacket and arm were wrapped around Roxy's shoulders as she listened to her friends chatter on, so grateful for an evening where they got to hang out all together, forget about the stresses of their unconventional jobs, and feel like "normal" teenagers for the first time in quite a while. She pressed into his side as they rounded the corner to take them off the main road and back to the Palm Woods, stealing as much of his body heat as possible.

Crash!

The sound of a glass bottle being smashed against the rocky asphalt underfoot rang out from an alleyway they walked past; All of the hair on Roxy's arms stood. Not a good sign at all.

"What was that?" Carlos wondered aloud, the first of the group to stop and peer down the dimly lit space. Though the entrance seemed to be quite wide between two taller buildings, as they all paused to look, the lines of walls seemed to go on forever and ever, narrowing but never-ending.

It took everything Roxy had in her not to shout, "Back!" the moment Kendall took a step forward, squinting as his eyes scanned the area, attempting to figure out where the sound came from. She was beginning to grow nauseous, needing to hold onto her boyfriend a bit tighter to keep her balance.

"Probably nothing..." The blond replied, hand still clasped in Jo's before she pointed to a dumpster on the side of the alleyway.

"No, look there!"

As everyone followed her finger, they all noticed a large, black dog clawing into one of the trash bags at its base. Its growls were loud enough to be heard even though they were quite far from the animal.

Every part of Roxy's brain was screaming at her to flee immediately, but there was no way to communicate this to her friends without raising suspicion of both herself and the creature.

Camille's arm fell from where she was hugging Logan's waist, facial features drooping. "Aww, poor thing. It must be so hungry."

"We can call animal control when we get home," Roxy tried, tugging on James' arm to try and get her friends moving again. She had no idea what they could be up against, but her mind was fluttering somewhere between the scale of werewolf and hellhound. Neither were good options, nor were nay of the ones in the middle, if they were to get caught with the hungry creature. "They can come take care of it."

If James sensed her unease, he didn't show it. "And just take it to lock it up in the pound? That's horrible!"

"Well, we can't take it home with us! No pets at the Palm Woods," Stephanie reminded them, gripping the straps of her cross-body bag.

"Yeah, but is it worse to leave it here where it can run out on the road and get hit by a car or something?" Logan asked, genuinely, turning to his friends with wide eyes.

Oh, that thing is definitely making it out of a car crash... The person behind the wheel... Not as likely...

The witch needed to do something, and fast before the dog noticed them, but there were too many eyes on the creature for her to make any kind of move. Silently, she racked her brain for anything she could think of to drive the beast away from them covertly, without adding to the strangeness of the situation.

As she looked to the sky for help, it was just her luck the fall clouds had parted, granting her full view of the gorgeous, bright crescent moon above them.

Bingo.

"Woah... Check out the moon!"

Though she couldn't think of any astrological phenomenon that would explain why the sliver of the visible satellite planet was so cool, she saw her friend's heads snap up at her words, pulling their attention from the dog-like creature for a second. With a wave of her hand, a conjuration of amber-colored sparkles shot down the alley, lighting its path like the flame of a candle, before stopping in front of the creature, and forming in the shape of a large man.

Had she traded enough of her energy to make it look like a real man, she'd probably pass out on the spot, so she'd settled for a shadow-like figure appearing by the dumpster to spook the animal.

Her figure raised its arms above its head, lunging in toward the dog and it let out a nasty bark before tucking its tail and running in the opposite direction from the teens down the alley.

It was just her luck Carlos chose that exact moment to return his attention to the dog, trading his view of the moon for a view of the shadowed apparition in the middle of the alley.

"Uh... Guys.." He started and Roxy hurriedly waved her hand again, heart pounding in her chest as the figure disappeared. "Did anyone else see the shadow figure or was it just me?"

Now everyone was looking at Carlos, trying and failing to contain their laughter at his question. Though she felt bad for contributing to the teasing, Roxy needed to blend in despite the blood rushing to her ears, and he was perfect to toss the attention to at this point in time. How had he sensed the figure was there so quickly? It was only present for a few split seconds...

It seemed as though the creature was all but forgotten by the other teens in a matter of moments.

"Don't tell me the movie got into your head that much," Stephanie grinned. Tucking her arm into his, the director was the first to start moving in the direction of the Palm Woods. "There's no such thing as ghosts!"

"No, Steph, I swear-" The boy tried to defend himself, but his friends' amusement only grew. "Something was right there-"

Carlos didn't get another chance to defend himself as the group continued on, vowing they wouldn't take him to a scary movie so late at night ever again.

[saturdaynightghostclub]

The Many Lives of Arthur Llewellyn

You know how sometimes you can look at a person and just know, instinctively, that they came from some cosmic elsewhere? Their face, their clothes, their speech—it all belongs somewhere specific, somewhere other than where they are. Every now and then you come across a time-traveler, an astronaut, a lovelorn Victorian in the body of a twentysomething city-dweller. Your Arthur is one such curiosity, you think. A cursory glance would place him on a street-corner in Greenwich Village, or smoking a cigarette beneath a gas lamp in San Francisco. He’s got that foggy beatnik thing going for him. That he exists among the long-haired, strong-armed Seattleites of 1995 must mean that someone out there in the galactic mist is looking out for you; by all accounts, you should never have met this walking anachronism.

But you did, and against all odds he’s currently sitting at your dining room table and using a set of nail clippers to mend the clasp of a necklace his mother insisted was too broken to continue wearing. He suggested she take it to a jeweler, and her subsequent “Why bother” had riled him up to the point that he insisted on fixing the damned thing himself because, in his words, “Why bother? Why bother buying anything if you’re not going to take care of it? You just throw your clothes away when they get holes?”

“I can feel you staring,” he says now, without looking up. Guilty as charged, you hide your smile behind the copy of Howards End that you’re pretending to read. Maybe he’s a weary ship’s captain, taking meticulous care of what few possessions he has that remind him of his faraway home. Maybe somewhere he’s stowed a pair of red boots, made from fine Spanish leather, for safekeeping until he returns to his aching sweetheart on the shore. Maybe you have an overactive imagination.

Aunt Juley is sick, and Helen won’t come home to the grieving Schlegel family, and won’t she reconsider ending her engagement to Paul? Who cares, when Arthur Llewellyn is carefully slinking toward triumph in the battle against his mother’s gold chain? You turn a page without reading it, your eyes still trained on your boyfriend’s long fingers until, with a soft and disbelieving gasp, he holds the chain up for you to see. The clasp looks brand-new, and even if he did only fix it to spite his mother, your heart flutters with pride—he’s a sensitive one, whether he likes it or not. You happen to know that the necklace was given to Mrs. Llewellyn by Arthur’s father: an emerald pendant, her birthstone. The Llewellyns are not sentimental people (with the exception of their son, that is); according to Arthur, he’s had to practically beg them not to donate his great grandmother’s china sets on more than one occasion. As a consequence, his own apartment is full of antiques and souvenirs he couldn’t bear to see thrown away.

You move closer to him under the pretense of inspecting his work, rising from your chair to stand beside him.

“Very nice,” you say, “are you sure you want to keep going with this teaching thing? I think you’ve got a real future in jewelry repair.”

Arthur tilts his head back to look at you, placing the necklace down on the table. You run a hand through his hair, letting your palm come down to cup his face. He leans into you like a man deprived. You sometimes wonder if his immediate family’s stoicism did a little damage to the part of him that now seems to need your touch like oxygen. “Funny,” he says, “I was thinking the same thing. You think they’ve got good benefits?”

You smile, running your thumb across his sharp cheekbone. He’s been frustrated, you know, in the days leading up to the start of the school year. The school’s curriculum, which he says is “unbearably boring,” leaves little room for creativity, but he’s trying his best. He’s starting his students with The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy this year.

Arthur is flexing his hand repeatedly, probably working out a cramp from his delicate operation with the nail clippers. You perch on the edge of the table, sliding back to a full sit, before taking that hand in both of your own. Slowly, gently, you massage the tension out of his fingers while he looks on in awe. “You want to get out of here?” You ask, “It’s a gorgeous day. Take a walk with me?” He nods, allowing you to lead him out of your apartment and into the midday air, perfumed with lilac and salt.

Your building is on one of those dreadful Seattle hills, the ones you don’t realize are as steep as they are until one day you put on your favorite sundress and realize your calves look absolutely stunning. You lead Arthur up the block, ignoring his halfhearted protests until you’ve made it to the top of the hill. There, he lets his hand go to the small of your back, keeping it there as you continue to walk. After a moment’s silence, he leans over to kiss your temple. “I love you,” he says. Casually, like he has so many times. Like it’s a way to fill the silence instead of a world-bending declaration, like he couldn’t bring you to your knees at any moment with it.

“I love you too,” you say, knowing it carries the same weight for him.

“Can I be so corny for a minute?” He asks, his hand moving gently up and down your back as you walk.

“You can be as corny as you want,” you reply. Never in your life have you seen this kind of earnestness in a man. Never in your life have you even wanted it—never, until you had it.

Arthur takes a deep breath. “I’m really happy,” he says, his voice hoarse, “I’m so fucking happy.”

“Sounds like it,” you tease, nudging him.

“I am,” he finally smiles, “I am. It’s scary though, you know? I’d kind of reached a point where I thought happy was a myth. Or, no—not a myth, I just thought it was something for other people, right? Like, when they’d talk about how happy they were, I thought either that they were exaggerating or that there was something wrong with me, because I didn’t know what they were talking about—does that make sense?”

You stop walking for a moment, turning to Arthur. “You’ve thought about this a lot, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says. You respect his lack of sheepishness. “I’ve had to, you know? It’s like I’m experiencing this whole new facet of human life I didn’t know existed. Like maybe I thought I knew, and you’ve just turned everything upside down.”

You’ve got no choice but to kiss him. There, on the street corner, where it’s nothing short of edenic, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your lips to his, hard and sweet. He gasps against you in that way that you love, that way that lets you know you’ve taken him by surprise once again. His shock is only momentary, however, and within seconds you’re wrapped so tightly in his arms that he’s all you can feel, all around you.

“Arthur,” you say, coming down off your toes and letting your hands drag down his chest, “if this is all it takes to make you happy, then neither of us has anything to worry about.”

The boy is grinning in earnest now, eyes fixed on your face. “Oh, fuck,” he says, shattering the illusion that he is anything but a west coast twentysomething, “Jesus, honey…”

He’s running a hand over his face now, like he’s trying in vain to wipe the smile from his features. “What?” You ask, grinning something awful yourself.

“I just saw the future, that’s what,” he says, sweeping you once again into his arms, “I saw my entire life in your face, it’s all you. All you, forever.”

You can’t help but to laugh, a stunned expulsion of joy you weren’t expecting to feel. “Oh god, you’re stuck with me then?”

“There was never anything else in the cards for me, to be fair,” he says, “and just to be clear, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Arthur’s a bit of a mystic about things like that—souls and stardust and past lives—it took you by surprise at first, but you’ve grown to realize it’s maybe the thing that makes the most sense about him. Of course your out-of-place, out-of-time alien creature of a boyfriend thinks—knows, if you ask him—that the two of you are cosmically entwined. And you, for your part, know that you would rather die than deny him these little fantasies. After all, it’s you who sees a thousand lives in his face, each more complex and profound than the last. Between Seattle and England and outer space and the Pacific ocean, you find yourself hoping against your own iron-clad logic that the two of you will find each other again after this life (and after, and after, and after).

[enteroctopusdarkysilis]

✨Custom bionicle (again) !✨

Two more from my Ru-Fahi series !

Details and rambling below !

Jaller Ru-Fahi

…Because I couldn’t not include him. Realistically, all Toa Mahri a good to some extent, but this is peak Toa material right here. One of the first I acquired, one of the best looking ones, too. The base body is practically the same as the original, with some twists, but I mostly made him thicker and upgraded his sword, which is better with a guard and a proper handle. Well, that, and the Hannah, obviously. Sure, the original one was cute, but here me out :

Look at it, and behold ! It might be slightly bigger than the original, have only four legs, and need a larger chain (which I found just earlier in a box of misc Hero Factory pieces, and is better than a basic Lego chain), but doesn’t it look very cute and wholesome and dangerous ? Also, I gave it actual joints, because it deserves it, and removed the Kordak blaster because it didn’t need it anymore. I really love making arthropods with bionicle (I have more for later~).

Pohatu Ru-Fahi

Definitely looks awesome. The original is Pohatu Phantoka from the Rockoh T3 set (because I have one and a half of this set). It is the coolest version of Pohatu (because orange>brown, obviously). Lot of modifications on that one, from the custom jet pack to the arms and the legs. The arc pieces for the front arms are more or less of placeholders because I was niece a good piece to make the arms larger, but it turned out alright. The blades are also stolen from the half Rockoh, and the piece underneath, if anyone recognises it, is from Pohatu Nuva, because it’s a neat reference. And the tube is somehow remaining in the Kanohi, despot the fact that there is not any proper connection for it tand hold onto.

Also, can we talk about this leg ? If you ignore how incredibly illegal this whole piece is (ball joint stuck by the light grey part and small black and grey piece not completely connected to the rest), I think that’s the best shape I managed to get so far, and it reflects nicely what I have envisioned (Pohatu being able to run/jump easily because of the shape). And, it had the added advantage of fitting perfectly with the orange piece above when the knee bends.

Last but not least, I also have started a potential candidate for Toa of air, despite a lack of proper Kanohi, even with my extensive collection. My first candidate would have been Lewa Phantoka from the Axalara T9, but this one has a special place in my heart, so won’t be touching it and it will proudly remain in his shelf (along with the untouched Pohatu). So, maybe another of this series soon ! But probably not. And if I miss posting custom bionicle too much, I have a (complete) collection of entirely custom Toa, but I’m afraid they won’t fit in my studio (they’re big, too big).

[beckandthebois]

Take Care

Another really late Whumptober post.

Also posted on ao3

Day 13: Infection

Four sat on a rock, bandages in hand. He wrapped it around Wind's arm. 

“So I had to capture the last pig for them,” Wind tells Four, leading their conversation as the Chain bandages up and hands out healing sources. Four hums to let Wind know he’s still paying attention. 

“When I came back later on I found out that they ate two of them!” Wind said practically jumping out of his seat, causing Four to startle and lose his concentration on the bandage. 

“And they named the one left Link! Can you believe that?” Wind said flabbergasted. 

“Wind, you have to sit still,” 

“Ugh, fine,” Wind relaxes again and lets Four finish bandaging his arm. 

“There,” Four says, standing up only to wince from the deep gash in his leg. Wind jumps up and runs off to go talk to Wild, probably about the weird thing his slate did during their recent fight. 

Four sighed and walked over to Time.

“I think that’s the last of us,” Four said.

“Good,” Time said “We’ve made good time today, we’ll rest for the rest of the night and make it back to the Ranch by noon tomorrow.” 

Four nodded and went to go get his pack, he pulled out his bedroll and picked a spot while Time told the other boys.

The rest of the evening was filled with happy banter, post fight compliments, and teases. Wild had made fried herbs for dinner with rice and the boys went to bed happy. 

Well, Four was happy till he woke up from the nagging pain in his leg. He twisted around and threw his blanket off. He was too hot. Then a few minutes later he was too cold. Four sat up to pull his blanket back up, but was hit with a wave of nausea, everything slightly blurry for a few seconds. Four sits still till it passes, he pulls his hands up to his head, feeling how hot his forehead is. 

Four slumps back down into his bedroll, forgetting about pulling his blanket back up. Instead, he curls in on himself. He always hates being sick. He closes his eyes and sits still for the rest of the night, forcing his body to rest. 

A hand pushes his shoulder slightly. Someone says something softly, but Four doesn’t hear it. His brain hurts and when he tries to open his eyes, the light seems to only make it worse. He feels so cold for some reason, and his leg hurts so bad. 

“Hm,” Four hums turning his head deeper into his pillow, hoping that the pressure might let up his pain. 

“Four, it’s time to get up,” Sky says above him. Four feels like he’ll throw up if Sky shakes him one more time. 

And that’s exactly what happens. Four turns to the opposite side from Sky and vomits. It burns his throat, and causes tears to leak from his eyes. Sky’s hand comes up to pull his hair back from his forehead. Sky’s other arm wraps around Fours back to his stomach to hug the hero from behind. He whispers soothing words into his ear, but Four doesn’t hear any of it. He hiccups a sob and leans his head into Sky’s chest when he’s done.

Four had hoped maybe throwing up would help his headache, but unfortunately it didn’t. Sky lays him back down on his bedroll, soothing his hair out of his face before standing up. 

“I’ll be right back.” He says before walking to the group of heroes who had all paused packing their stuff after hearing Four’s retching. Four misses Sky already. He hates being alone when he’s sick. But at least he can catch some of their whispered conversation. 

“He seemed fine last night?” Someone says, before there’s more muffles. 

“It’s still a few hours to the ranch,” Four knows he’ll never make it to the ranch like this. 

“Half of us…… come back.” 

“I’ll stay,” Four hears Sky say loud and clear, then the hero is coming back to his bedside. Carrying a few things. 

“Sorry that took longer then I thought,” Sky says softly, smiling. Four reaches up his hand for the older hero to grab. Sky grabs his hand, then pulls Fours head into his lap, which he won’t admit, but almost made him throw up again. 

Sky wipes his mouth with a rag of some kind. Four doesn’t know who’s it is and already feels sorry for them. The holds up a water canteen. 

“You should clear the gross taste from your mouth, might help a bit.” Four takes him up on that offer, and then leans back into Sky’s lap. Sky cards his hand through Fours hair, which might be the only thing Four thinks that could sooth his headache. 

“What’s the worst part?” Sky asks gently. 

“My leg,” Four answers raspily, his throat burning with effort. Sky looks confused. 

“Which one?” 

“Right, where I got cut last night,” Four answers again. He thinks he’s done talking for now, it really doesn’t help. Sky looks concerned before pulling away a bit. Four shivers from the lose of his body heat. Sky pulls up the leg of Fours right pant leg, to his knee and above his caff. Sky pulls back the bloody bandages and gasps. 

“That’s definitely infected,” Sky says in a light voice for Four’s sake. 

Oh, Four thinks, that’s probably why he feels like shit. 

“Let me see,” Hyrule says. Sky pulls away from Four’s leg and instead goes back to the young hero’s hair and head. Four leans back in, and takes Sky’s free arm and wraps both of his around it. Now he can’t leave and has to sit to soothe the ache in his head, Four thinks childishly. He closes his eyes, and everything slightly muffled and grows distant around him. The last thing he knows is there’s a kiss laid on his forehead. 

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 26

My heart sings. "I'm going to do another lap! I'll be back in a bit." I say to Lana and Mia who are lost in conversation in front of me.

"Okay!" They collectively call as I walk away. It takes me a while to make my way to the side door leading to the VIP room. I try to open it, but the door is locked. I wait for a moment before it suddenly cracks open, and a hand pulls me through before swiftly locking the door behind me. I realize that we're at the bottom of a stairwell, and it's impossibly dark.

Javi drops a quick kiss to my cheek. "Hi," he breathes.

My instinct is to pull away. "Hi, um, can't anyone just walk in here?"

"They only gave me, Emma, Blake and Jack keys." Javi smiles, grabbing my hand and guiding me up the stairs, "Emma just left, Jack was only here long enough to have one drink with Lloyd, and the asshole never showed. I think he's still abroad last time I checked." He practically runs up the remaining stairs, dragging me so fast that a string of giggles escape my mouth.

"Woah," I say, taking in the room. There is another, small bar in the corner, along with floor to ceiling windows that have a bird's eye view of the chandeliers and the party below. There are a few couches that match those on the first floor. The lights are dim, most of the light coming from candles spread around the room.

"This is a lot cozier than I expected." I say, making my way over to the windows. I jump when I feel his finger trailing down my bare back.

"Sorry," he apologies quietly, "Didn't mean to startle you."

"That's alright," I pull him in by his collar to give him a quick kiss. He's dressed in all black. Black shirt, black jacket, black pants. It looks devilishly good in this low light.

"I wanted to give you your wrap present."

I raise a brow. "You're not supposed to get me a wrap present."

"I think we're past the point of doing what I'm supposed to do." His voice takes on a sultry tone. He pulls his hand out behind his back, and places a small, navy jewelry box in my hands. "Don't worry," He says quickly, "This doesn't come with a question."

I roll my eyes, opening up the box to reveal a delicate silver chain bracelet with a teeny tiny plane charm hanging off of it. "Oh," I exclaim, "Javi. It's so cute!"

"It's less of a wrap gift and more of an 'I'm proud of you for conquering your fears' gift." Javi rubs the back of his neck, "It's a charm so the more places you go, the more you can add to it. A little motivation for your next trip."

I can't remember the last time someone bought me jewelry, if they ever had. And from the looks of it, this probably cost more than all the gifts John had ever bought me combined.

"Thank you," I whisper, placing my hand on the side of his face and leaning up to give him a kiss. "Can you help me fasten it?"

Javi places the box back in his suit pocket before securing the chain on my left wrist. He brings my wrist up to his lips when he's done, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

"I-I feel awful I didn't get you anything." I stutter.

"Oh, I feel like you did." He kisses further up my arm, making me giggle.

"God, I love that sound," Javi murmurs against my skin, seemingly to himself.

"Wait, why do you feel like I got you something?"

"Because," Javi frees my hand before turning me around so my back is facing him. "I got to see you enjoying yourself in something like this," his fingernail lightly scratches from the top of my neck all the way down my spine. "I'm a fan of this," he says as he grazes the hem on my thighs. I don't bother hiding the shivers rolling through my body.

"Funny, you seemed rather preoccupied with your photoshoot. I wasn't sure you'd notice." I tease.

Javi places his hands on my hips the same way he had been holding Emma, except he yanks me back so I'm flush against him. I can already feel his growing arousal against my back.

"I was preoccupied," he moves my hair to the side so he can whisper against my ear, "With the thought of pushing up this minuscule skirt of yours and pounding into you until you couldn't stand upright in those heels." I sigh, tipping my head back to rest on his shoulder. He grabs my hands, placing them onto the beam in front of me that was secured along the windows. I grip the wood, arching my back to push against him further.

"Is that what you wanted?" He puts his hands on my thighs now, inching them inward and under my dress. "Is that what you were thinking about, teasing me like that?"

"Yes," I gasp out.

"We'll have to be quick, baby."

I nod furiously. "I want it quick." I start to shift my weight from heel to heel.

Javi sucks in a breath through his teeth as he lifts up my skirt, revealing nothing but a matching black g-string. He gives my ass a quick spank, making me whimper, before he pulls that g-string to the side. With no warning, he shoves two of fingers inside me, curling forward. In my current angle, the sensation is nearly unbearable. I squirm, nails digging into the wood I gripped onto.

"So wet already," He removes his fingers and with a sideways glance I see him dipping them into his mouth, closing his eyes to savor the taste. My whole body feels as though it's on fire, every limp seething with fire at the sight.

Somewhere deep within my subconscious, I have the sudden thought to be concerned.

"Ja-Javi, can't they see us up here? Through the window?"

He shakes his head as he undoes his zipper. "One-way glass. Had it checked already." My heart hammers faster at the thought of him planning this, checking that we would be alone before I even knew that was a possibility tonight.

He runs his hands up and down my thighs again, and I'm still arching back, completely exposed to him behind me. "Please hurry," I say softly, "I haven't had you in two weeks."

Javi chuckles darkly as he teases my entrance, causing my toes to curl. And then, just as he had before with his fingers, he drives into me in one fluid motion. I cry out, my head falling forward. "Oh, yes," I didn't even mean to say it, but I don't feel as if I'm in complete control of my body anymore. Pure bliss is in the driver's seat.

Javi groans, sliding in and out a few more times before picking up the pace. In a matter of moments, he is pounding into me just as hard and fast as he'd promise. I match his rhythm, pushing back against him, feeling it near my belly button at this point. He slips his hand over my shoulder and down the front of my dress, pinching my bare nipple. I'm silently thankful that I couldn't wear a bra tonight. He rolls his thumb and his forefinger around my nipple just as rough as his strokes, and I can hear how much wetter I get as he continues those movements.

"You were driving me crazy," Javi grinds out from behind. "Looking so damn good after I'm not allowed to see you for weeks." He gives my ass another smack, and one of my legs starts to shake uncontrollably. I can't do anything besides pant and whimper.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me, dragging me by my hips to a part of the window wall that didn't have the wood attached. He hikes my skirt up all the way, past my ribcage and past my breasts so that I am completely on display. Javi pushes me against the glass before sliding into me again with just as much force. I put my hands on the window, aimlessly gripping at nothing. Without something to firmly hold onto, I have no choice but to focus on what's building in my belly.

Javi must feel me start to clench around him, because he wraps my hair around his hand and pulls my head backward as he growls, "Do you like getting fucked up here? You like being against this glass, taking this cock like an angel while everyone below has no idea?"

"Mmm-hmph!" I try to respond, clenching around him again and again. My tits are pressed against the glass, and the cold on my nipples mixed with the heat of my skin is driving me even closer to the edge.

"Tell me," he says, slowing just enough for me to lose sight of the edge, and I want to scream. "Tell me you love taking this cock."

I try to grind my hips the same way I had on the dance floor. Try to get any sort of friction to relinquish me from this torture. Javi twitches inside me, and I know he's just as close as I am. "I do. I love taking this cock. I—need it," I whine, letting one of my hands free of the glass to rest on his thigh, trying desperately to make him pick up the pace.

"Mmm. Good girl," He hums against my ear. Javi finally resumes his harsh, punishing rhythm and I no longer try to hold in my curses or cries. At this angle, he's hitting everything just right every time. My knees buckle, but his forearm comes around to help steady me. With his muscly arm gripping me like this, and looking out onto the sea of people who have no idea what's happening in this room, I let go. My legs shake and I come undone around his cock for what feels like an eternity. Javi is quick to follow, groaning my name over and over as he slumps on top of me.

We both stand there for several moments, catching our breath. When we finally break free, he takes his time pulling my dress back down to cover me up, kissing my forehead as he adjusts the straps. I tug at the hem, making sure it's now covering everything it's supposed to cover.

"So I take it you think I clean up nicely?" I joke, finally breathing at a normal rate.

Javi scans me once more, his smile bright and lazy in the aftermath of what we just did. He places his hands on either side of my face, kissing once, twice, three more times before answering.

"You're always beautiful. But this dress...it reminds me of our first date."

I furrow my brow, opening my mouth in protest his first statement, when I hear the door at the bottom of the stairs slam shut. I jump away from Javi, my back hitting the glass behind me. Javi takes a few steps back from me as well, and we freeze up in anticipation for the impending footsteps that will eventually lead to us being caught. After several, shallow breaths, I look at Javi, confused.

No one is coming up the stairs.

Javi catches my eye, putting his index finger to his lip as he approaches the stairs. I do what I'm told, remaining silent. I hold my breath as he looks into the stairwell.

"It's empty," Javi whispers from across the room.

I move as quickly as I can to see for myself. Nothing.

"I mean...that definitely was the door, wasn't it?"

"I think so. Maybe Emma came back and was looking for Lloyd? Maybe she thought he would be up here." I can tell that Javi doesn't believe what he's saying, but I nod anyway. It is possible someone opened the door, changed their mind, and walked away. However...

"We would have heard someone, right? If they came up the stairs?"

Javi pauses, and my heart sinks. I already know the answer. He gently places a hand on my lower back, his thumb moving in what are supposed to be calming circles. "I don't know. Between the music and..." He just looks at me. "I don't know. I think so."

I nod once again. "I'll leave first. If you wait for a few minutes, I can always say that you asked for me to bring you a drink."

"Okay," He says as I turn to leave. He grabs my wrist, preventing me for a moment. "And, Ava? We just have to get through the press tour now. That's it."

I give him a quick smile. "Just the press tour. Easy peasy."

After one more forehead kiss, I hurtle myself down the stairs, closing the door behind me as quickly as possible.

At the most, I was probably gone for about twenty minutes. In that short time, it was as though everyone around me had thrown the last of their inhibitions out the window. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes is almost as heavy as the bass blasting from the speakers. Nothing about the state of this club or the proximity to so many people is working to ease my worry about the VIP room. I move to the dance floor, and if I don't find Lana or Mia there, I'll just text them on my way home.

Thankfully, I can see Lana's silk scarf from several yards away, being tossed with her hair from side to side. When I reach them, I have to tap almost forcefully on Lana's shoulder to get her attention. I have no hope for Mia, as her eyes have been closed since I approached, and she looks completely lost in the music.

"Hey! Heyyy," Lana shouts, realizing I was the one behind her. "I tried texting you!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't think I'd be—gone that long."

Lana rapidly shakes her head. "No, not about that. I tried to warn you!"

I give her a puzzled expression, which she simply returns. I decide it best to retrieve my phone from my clutch as quickly as I can. Sure enough, Lana had texted me fourteen minutes ago.

Lana: Were are you?? We just saw Blade in the back rom talking to the producers

A second text, two minutes after.

Lana: Let me now if you want to leave!!!!

Through Lana's drunken state, and incorrectly spelled messages, there was still no mistaking who she meant. And I certainly did not want to see Blade, or Blake, again. I can practically hear my heart in my ears, despite all the chaos surrounding us. Lana is half looking at me, half bumping along to the music.

"I'm going to call a cab!" I shout. Lana nods, grabbing one of my hands and one of Mia's, signaling they'll come with. Several minutes later, we all pile in the back of the taxi I ordered. Mia and Lana are singing along to the radio at the top of their lungs, I decide just to let them crash at my place instead of driving across town.

I tip the driver, afterwards helping both of the girls up to my front step. Once inside, Mia rushes to the bathroom, continuing to serenade us as she pees with the door wide open. I grab one of the pillows and a throw blanket from my bed and make my way to the couch, overjoyed to finally remove my shoes. Though when I step out of them, I don't feel the relief I thought I would. I have a pit in my stomach that has only grown larger on the ride home. I glance down at my bracelet, remembering that most of the night had been far better than any party I'd ever attended. But I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, or missing. I glance to the kitchen, confirming for the third time that I brought my clutch in from the cab and dropped it on the counter.

I have my phone, my bracelet, my job, my friends, Javi and I are doing well...but the pit does not fade. I think back to that slamming door, and try to think of virtually any other sound as I curl up and try to fall asleep.

Next Chapter

Previous Chapter

Series Masterlist

[our-destiny]

Day 4 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about your MC's personal style

30 Days Writing Challenge Masterlist

Because I write x readers and like to keep descriptions to a minimum so anyone can read it, I am instead going to be talking about what I think Bucky's style is cause I have some thoughts surrounding that.

In my fics I usually try to keep his clothing as canon as possible, so basically Henley's, leather jackets, dark jeans, combat boots, black t-shirts and a whole lot of layering. Colour wise I think he would mostly wear black, blue and occasionally red, nothing too out there or bright. Personally I think blue is his favourite colour, and he really likes wearing navy blue, especially since Steve left. I don't think he likes wearing gloves, it's more of a practical thing so it hides his hand but he doesn't necessarily enjoy it. He wears lots of thin layers, either because it makes him feel safe having all that weight on him and/or because it kinda hides his physique making him look less intimidating. I also saw someone headcanon that the serum that Steve got made his body temp run higher than normal, but the one Bucky got made his temp run lower than normal, so Bucky is just constantly freezing and needs multiple layers to keep warm. And as someone who constantly feels cold I kinda really like that idea.

Now I'm gonna go completely off canon and talk about Bucky potentially going more into the alt style. Him wearing eyeliner and getting piercings. I don't think he would get tattoos though, for some reason. But I think he would get his ears pierced, he'd get 2 on the lobe and get an industrial bar on one of his ears. And eyebrow piercings! He'd get at least one of his eyebrows pierced. And makeup! He'd learn how to do a smokey eye, Sam's sister would teach him. Jewellery wise , I don't think he'd have any rings or bracelets cause y'know he has a metal arm that he kinda doesn't want to draw attention to. Apart from his dog tags he might wear a chain? Though I think if Sam saw that he'd get embarrassed. But either way I just like imagining him going into a more darker look, even though I mentioned earlier him wanting to look less intimidating. Probably not going to happen but a girl can dream.

Anyway yeah, this was just a rant so I can at least say that I wrote something today, and so I can kinda smooth out my ideas on what he would wear for future fics and stuff.

[r0-boat]

Writing Practice 2

Pack hunt

Slasher! Wolf brothers Cole and Holt x reader

Cw: mentions of harming reader, yandere, biting, drawing blood, kidnapping, no sex but heavily implied, non con.

Wanted to practice yanderes once again! Maybe in the future I'll have headcanons for the both of them.

Your captor's lips mashed against yours with every hungry kiss. Addicted to your scent he inhales deeply with every part of his lips, groaning as each touch of your soft pillowy lips gives him pleasure. 

More. Was the only thought on his mind

 you flinch when his sharp teeth graze against your bloody lip. Your sharp movements do not go unnoticed by him. You gently try to push him away when he rests his forehead on yours. His eyes are like a brown pool of insanity burning into yours as he forces you to look at him. He's a rough hand littered with scars digging into your chin holding you still.

"Still ain't used to me?"

You rip your eyes away from him.

Holt lets out a growl.

" Is it him?"

He gets up from the hardwood floor staring down at you, his eyes wide and full of fury.

" Are you still thinking about him?"

His hands balding up into fists. Hair undid falling into his face. You don't answer which only makes him angrier. Because to him as long as you're thinking about another man you'll never truly be his.

Holt yells slamming his fist into the wall above you his nails dig into the wooden walls, scratching down as he practically traps you between himself and the wall.

"I'll kill him… if he ever comes for you I'll skin that fucker and use him as my rug."

He smiles slowly falling onto his knees, his hand sliding down the wall until they reach the floor, trapping you underneath him.

"I won't let him touch ya, I won't let him lay a finger on my prized possession."

He purrs his voice making shivers run up your spine. His fingers grazing over your collar and then around your collarbone. He pulls open the collar of your shirt gazing inside. Holt clicks his tongue noticing all the marks he has made on your body slowly fading, even the deeper bite marks where he has drawn blood are beginning to finally fade 

"Shoot, my marks are all Fading… I'll have to make sure I kiss you lots sweetness."

He chuckles, pressing his lips against your forehead before finally getting back up and turning. 

" For now, I feel restless, I'll  be sure to visit you later after my nightly hunt."

One day he'll have you thoroughly trained to stay in his house and warm his bed without him worrying about you escaping. Train to not squirm when you sit in his lap or reject his tongue when he kisses you.

You hate him but he doesn't care, it doesn't matter what you think of him he'll teach you to love him…

Holt was worse than your previous captor, his younger brother. His eyes filled with love as he touched you so gently, he didn't speak much, only to murmur I love you into your ear while his hands explored your body, burning every touch of your soft skin in his mind.

You didn't want any of this, you never wanted any of this.

You pulled up your mattress, lifting it and taking the rock underneath.

Slowly but surely every night you've been chipping away at the chain around your leg.

Waiting for your captor to leave for the night before continuing.

The chain had begun to weaken over time so you hoped tonight was the night you would taste freedom once again.

When the chain finally snaps, you wasted no time running to where you saw light ever since the first time Holt held you down here 

A small window just enough for you to fit through. It was far out of your reach so he probably didn't think about covering it up,

Knowing him he'd probably thought he would have you in his arms instantly.

You try to find boxes, chairs, or any old farming equipment that's high enough to reach the window.

You smile seeing the window had a latch As soon as you unlatched it the cold fresh air greeted you once again. Your fingernails dig into the dirt as you try your hardest to squeeze yourself out of the window…

As soon as you got on your feet you took off. Darting into the fields and into the forest behind his old farmhouse, that same Farmhouse where he held his victims as he brutally tortures and slaughters them. That same farmhouse where he took you with full intent on killing you before deciding to keep you.

You ran as far as you could squeezing through the thicket as your old worn out clothes get scratched against the branches and leaves

You only stop for a moment to catch your breath, ignoring the burning pain of your feet. You wanted to sit down and rest, you may find a log or something to curl up in and sleep. The sound of a twig snapping somewhere makes your heart stop, reminding you that if you stop for a moment, he would be right behind.

You didn't notice something coming up behind you grabbing you by the neck and slamming you on the ground.

You felt him get on top of you all has to wait pressing down trapping you underneath him. 

You felt his breath against the back of your neck.

" I missed you"

His voice was rough, yet soft, as he only spoke to you in a whisper.

" Don't you know it's cruel to abandon your husband?" 

You saw the mask fall into the floor as you felt his lips on the back of your neck. Digging his teeth into your shoulder as he continues. Pressing his palm over your hand to muffle your screaming.

"mmph' Missed you! Missed you so much!"

He let's go your blood staining his teeth as he yells louder 

"Haha! Where have you been?! Where did you go?!" He turned you around, forcing you to face him. His red hair has grown out a little since the last time you saw him.  He notices a mark on your collarbone, his breathing rapids as he pulls down your collar you hear somewhere in your shirt tear from the force. Only to see more little blemishes underneath your shirt

"WHO DID THIS?!"

He yells his eyes burning red with Fury. Waiting for an answer that will never come from you. Frightened, you couldn't say anything. Your silence makes him lose it.

" WERE YOU SEEING OTHER MEN BEHIND MY BACK?!"

He tears into your shirt.

He eyes another bruise on your chest. Planning on covering every bruise he saw with his teeth marks. Making sure he washes away trace of whatever man had you before.

He needed to know who did this to you. He needed to find them and blast their brains out with a shotgun like a good husband should. No one dares touch his spouse.

Cole immediately stopped in his tracks, his teeth barely grazing over the mark when you heard a gunshot, the ground exploding beside you, you whimpered in terror, shaking while Cole remained calm. Slowly turning to see and all too familiar silhouette

" Get your dirty paws off my property."

Cole got up off of you, grabbing your arm making sure you don't escape. His expression dies giving Holt a blank stare, hiding the fact that his blood was boiling immediately realizing that his older brother was the one marking you all those nights after you escaped from him

Holt refills his gun.

" they don't love you, you know"

He smiles when Cole started to snarl.

"... Because they were screaming my name last n-"

A red blur lunges at the gun flying out of his hand Holt's transformed trying to overpower his brother.

Cole's Paws around his brother's throat as Holt tries desperately to push his brother off him swinging with his claws.

You try to get back up on your feet hoping they'd be too distracted with each other to notice.

Only for Holt to Lunge in your way.

Cole blocking you're behind.

" you're not going anywhere sweetness." Holt growls

" be good and stay put don't think we won't find you if you run" Cole snarls.

[truearchangel]

"...darling, I fear I could be read like a dirty novel if I simply took you to meet the piece of shit I have chained in my basement." Reel it back, Alastor. He wasn't certain where the frustration had honestly come from, a clawed hand running through thick curls, pushing his hair from in front of his face. With a heavy sigh, he started to take a knee, only to pause and pick Michael up instead. "...I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable. How can I fix this?"

@diistortion

Alright, there was a lot to read there that Michael had absolutely no idea what to do with. Someone? Chained in a basement? Why? What is he supposed to take from that? Does Alastor really not think he doesn’t try to be an enigma? He practically screamed that mortal definition of: tall, dark, mysterious and handsome. If he picked up one of those teenage drivel novels that depict Vampires, he could find a perfect description of Alastor in it.

Maybe… he shouldn’t say that out loud. Since his words don’t seem to be helping this.

“I don’t—” know what to do with this now. Alastor has upset him, he had frustrated the other in turn trying to explain. Does he apologize for feeling uncomfortable having his personality broken down to a single human definition? That doesn’t seem right either. Before he really has to think about it apparently, Alastor was already moving.

There’s a moment where he wonders if the Radio Demon is about to sit on the ground, but before that thought fully registers he finds himself picked up. This is normal, Alastor seems to get a kick out of carrying him around and truthfully… he probably likes it. Michael sighed and wrapped his arms and legs around Alastor’s body, clinging to him much like one of those small Koala animals. Cute creatures, he doesn’t remember who made them.

He didn’t want him to apologize, he just wanted him to understand? “I—you know I don’t expect you to not do it, right? The reading thing, the understanding.” He was trained in this, from what Michael understands. Expecting him to not fall into habits of explaining things in the way he knows how isn’t fair. The same as when Michael is asked religious questions, he can over explain. He wouldn’t want someone to tell him to stop doing that, and he doesn’t expect Alastor to not be able to read things the way he knows how.

“Sometimes, people will make people uncomfortable. Just like I frustrated you a few minutes ago. Which you’re allowed to be.” He shakes his head and moves one of his hands up toward the back of Alastor’s head, feeling the little curls. “I don’t want an apology, and you don’t need to make anything up to me. It’s good to have conversations like this. Don’t you think?” Though he doesn’t know what he did to frustrate Alastor. “Do you want to tell me why I frustrated you?”

And why he has someone in his basement!?