#its short but its not collected around the skull like every other short-haired char in op

[cheswirls]

also how have i never seen mithrun in any of the dunmeshi posting on my dash???? legit conned myself into believing the man dies earlier on or isn't an impt character but its jus that none of the dunmeshi ppl i follow have any taste. i see how it is /j

[getoutofmytown]

Chapter 25: Pretty Women

Suddenly, a putrid smell wafted into his (Harry) nose on the approach to the event room. Harry scrunched his face and pulled his sweater collar to cover his nose and mouth. He proceeded cautiously into the enormous room, sweeping his flashlight to and fro.

Then he saw it, and heard it, and stopped dead in his tracks.

Harry immediately noticed that this was something brand new. A non-person stood dimly bathed in the flashlight’s beam near the other end of the conference hall. The monstrosity had its back to him, swaying listlessly on thin, stringy legs of ripped flesh and pockets of exposed bone. It breathed hard, popping breaths into the corner it faced. One lungful was evidently too much effort for it and the body shook with the force of the following cluster of coughs. Something splashed the ground, then the sticky gasping resumed.

The thing stood in a puddle of black, syrupy ichor collected from the veins of ooze that ran down its gangly, naked body. Anything that could possibly be called skin on its foul body looked to have been carelessly scorched; though now, it was too wet to be crisp. There were patches of grey between the char, thin and light enough to see a root system of green beneath. Every time it hacked, the passion of it spurred more of that liquid nastiness seemingly originating from its head to flow over its knobby, protruding spine and suctioned ribcage. Any of the rips in its soggy husk gave shelter to the dribbles that sought it. On limp arms stripped of its skin like the sleeves cut off from a t-shirt, blood glistened amongst the black slime coating the muscle beneath. The entirety of this crude mockery of a human was wet either by black sap, blood, or.. or, Harry didn’t want to know.

Unsurprisingly, the thing was grotesque - an attribute that went without saying around these parts. Maddeningly, this abomination too kept with the theme of fire and water. But above all that, the first thing Harry had truly noticed was that it was tall. From his standpoint across the floor, he tried to gauge the height despite the creature being hunched over. During his calculations the ogre rocked on its bony legs, another round of coughing turning into dry heaving. The sound engaged Harry’s weak gag reflex and he threw his arm over his mouth to both control and hopefully stifle the noise in time.

The fiend turned its head. Harry caught a look at its profile, then the rest of its foul existence when it twisted its body in his direction. On its revolting head, its features appeared to be melting right off the skull beneath clumps of greasy black hair. Mushy skin drooped from its splotchy brow, weighing down the eye sockets and slouching off the cheekbones. From its open jaw dripped yellowed, diluted pus that bubbled on its rotten teeth whenever it exhaled, making gargled snarls sound like muttering. The horror of it peaked when Harry realized that this thing was supposed to be a woman. Her deflated breasts sagged on her visible rib cage above an enormous belly bulging and sloshing from her midsection, reminding Harry of a water balloon and fit to burst at any moment.

Her attention seemed to be drawn by the flashlight. As she fully faced him, her gurgling became harsher and her dripping brow lowered. Harry immediately clapped his hand over the white glow. He held his breath. The sudden darkness seemed to briefly confuse her, and by the sound of her coarse breathing, she’d lost interest and turned away again.

Harry, as silently as possible, began to back up, slowly turned heel, and quickly fled. He released the beam to guide his way back, and when his feet hit marble, he stopped short to tread more carefully across the floor.

James was as he left him, seated on the steps and absorbed in the old notes. He startled when Harry set a heavy hand on his shoulder and frowned up at him and the universal signal to keep quiet. Harry leaned in close to his ear. “There’s something in the event room down here,” he muttered. “It’s new. We should move somewhere else. If we can avoid it and get out of here in the morning without pissing it off, I think that’d be a really, really good idea.”

commissioned art by Mandy (twitter)

[peaches-of-1]

Peachtober | Day 13: Dragon

Female!Reader x Dragon!Chan

Summary: Seventy five years after the dragon last claimed a sacrifice, he wants another. You. After fighting as much as you can, you decided to let him eat you. However, he has other plans for you. What would it feel like to be the mother of his dragons?

Warnings: HAND OF BUDDHA on the Citrus Scale, dragon sex, two peni for the price of one, cursing, magic, smut, etc

A/N: Reader is lowkey modeled after @therealredraven but I don’t describe anything physical past hair style and height in comparison to Chan.

“Let me go, you scaled beast! I’d rather fall to my death than be held by a brainless brute like you! Now unhand me!” Y/N was currently the most beautiful woman in the village, and so she was the one offered and accepted by the silver scaled being.

However, she wasn’t going to let herself be taken so easily. It did not matter that they were hundreds of feet in the air. Y/N did not want to become a meal for this ancient terror with no brain other than to capture and horde all that he found beautiful. There was more to life than simply beauty. Of course, a numskull beast could not understand that.

Your short hair with a reddish tint billowed in the wind as you were held by the dragon’s onyx talons. Still, you berated his chrome scales with your much smaller fists, bruising the sides of your own hands, but you honestly didn’t care. You wanted...you wanted. Not IT! Not this BEAST!

The Beast called Chan went through the air like a loose ribbon and finally decided to let you go. Ha, you knew it! A creature such as him only wanted beauty if it didn’t come with a fight. You were a fighter. But wait. Oh shit, you were going to die! Well, it was a noble enough death. However, as you closed your eyes, death did not come. Instead, the landing was soft and fragrant

Flowers? Maybe the death was so quick that you didn’t even feel it.

The Dragon wouldn’t be in your Heaven, though. He landed in front of you and growled at you trying to make you fear him. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms.

“Oooo, so scary.” was your deadpan reply.

He huffed in your direction and then looked away, suddenly...shy? You looked at yourself and saw that your chest and most of your skin was bared to the cave, having been torn by the high speed winds.

“This is your fault, you know. As if you didn’t want this.”

The dragon simply pointed to a dresser and left, closing the door. A moment later, the sound of a lock. Taking a glance around, you were set in a bedroom near the window. The carpet was moss, and everything appeared to be crafted out of wood or rock. It wasn’t exactly where you had thought you would be ending up at.

You stood, letting out a huge sigh and decided to keep on your ripped clothing. You would not accept a thing from him even if you were taking your last breath...but it couldn’t hurt to see what was inside the dresser just in case you liked something.

Inside were dresses that were from the previous woman that lived here, no doubt. They were still in one piece. Perhaps he had started getting careless with the later captives, or maybe you shouldn’t have struggled. Poppycock. Hogwash.

“Are you going to pick one, Miss?” a voice came behind you, making you shriek in surprise.

You quickly pulled out a super heavy dress and used it to attack whatever had snuck up behind you so silently. It was much shorter than you had anticipated. Looked sort of like a fuzzy anteater and a bear.

“No need to get ‘oll defensive naow.” It spoke.

“What the fuck are you?” The question came out.

“A potty mouth too. I guess some beauty is only skin deep.” It replied.

You threw all the hat boxes you could, and the small creature began to hop and bounce around using the branches that made up the light fixture.

“Now, now” it complained. “I’m just here to--I’m here to--Could you not? Miss, please. I’m only her to relay--oof”

Bullseye. You had gotten him mid leap and he fell on the floor. So did the remains of your dress. Quickly, you threw the first dress you had pulled over the animal’s moaning body and quickly threw on some trousers and a loose top. Seems like he didn’t care for his meals to have on bras or any undergarments in that case.

The brown creature crawled from beneath the dress, “Please. Please don’t throw any more things! I am just here to relay the message His Master has set upon him. That is all!”

“Fine. What’s the message?” You folded your arms.

“First, introductions. Hello, I am Felix. I am a human who has been turned into a tree kangaroo. Nice to meet you. And you are?” He bowed and then extended his hand towards you.

“I am Y/N, the town’s most renowned storyteller and most beautiful barmaid now that most of them are dead due to your Master.” then you sighed, “And the Dragon Chan’s next meal apparently.”

You huffed and sat on the bed. Mankind could be so cruel and selfish. One second, you can be working for them. Handing them drinks of ale in collected glass and singing songs of tradition because it helps the crud go down more easily. The next, you’re knocked over the head and bound only to wake up tied to the Sacrifice Pole in the center of the town, your speech hindered by the rag tied around your mouth.

And you beg and you beg and you cry for your life until the unmistakable glimmer of silver in the growing sunlight. By then, you’ve lost all softness and don’t even know the word forgiveness and as soon as the Dragon unties you, you kick it where you assume the face would be. It bellows and reels back. You begin to run, but you are scooped up in its talons before you reach the town’s edge.

“There there.” A smaller sounding creature said and tapped your eyes with a tissue. “Please don’t cry. I know you miss your family and your home, but Master is really a nice person.”

Then you smiled at the smaller one, “Thank you for the tissue.”

“I’m Jongin.” He smiled, a fox with darkish fur. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi.” You sighed. “What now? How long is it gonna take until he eats me?”

Felix stepped forward, “Don’t be in a rush to be devoured, Miss.”

Jongin’s ears went flat and tucked his tail at the mention of the inevitable.

“Just enjoy the few days you have left. Dinner is always at sunset. Your bathroom is down that latter. It is a hot spring and if there is anything we can do in order to make your days here a bit better, do not hesitate to let us know.” The Tree Kangaroo said.

You nodded, “Two things, maybe three. Um. Coffee, tea, and books? I enjoy reading quite a bit.”

Jongin hopped around, “Yes! There are books! I’ll show you! I will. I have to wait until Master unlocks the door, though. You’ll be able to freely roam the Caverns tomorrow. For now, make yourself at home.”

CHAN POV:

Tired but also concerned, Chan bolted upright in front of the fire when he heard Felix come in. He had been draped across his collection of gold and skulls and bones recovering from the rough flight made even more difficult by the braying donkey of a woman he had to carry all the way here.

She had not done much damage to him in air, but when he was first going to introduce himself to her. It had hit his cheek with much force. He hated how they were given to him, all tied up like hogs on spits however vertical they might be. It’s not like he could speak to them, though. His true face was not to be known by anyone other than the one who knew his heart, that extended to his voice.

“Is she settling in well?” Asked the silver dragon.

“As well as someone betrayed by the people she grew up with can be. She’s more angry than anything.” Said the animal who transformed into his human form, sandy brown and rose colored hair being only on top of his head now.

“At me?”

Felix replied, “At everything, it seems.”

Chan used a clawed hand to tap his chin, “I’ll have to give her something for her hands and to help ease her mind. We do have some peppermint leaves left from earlier this year, right?”

“I believe so.” The younger man said. “Shall I make her some tea?”

“Please do. I’d rather not devour her while she is not at her best. The process will take most if not all of her energy.”

“It shall be done, my old friend.” Felix replied. “She’s a firecracker, hmm?”

Chan rolled his eyes, “Yes. She fought me the whole way here. I’m surprised she still has a voice to speak with from all her screaming.”

He laughed, “She threw hat boxes at me. Got me in my snout...she has a nice body, though.”

“Did she not change when you--?”

A shake of the head, “Only after it fell off of her completely. However, I did not see that part since she had knocked me down at that time. Jongin was smart to hide under the bed until he felt it was safe.”

The dragon began to ask a question about the youth, whether or not he had seen Y/N in her tattered clothing leading to partial nudity or not. However, the question was already being answered by his faithful friend.

“Nope. I made sure he covered his eyes.”

“Good. Good.” Then another question, but shy this time. “Is she a good meal then?”

“If I were you, I would’ve eaten her already.”

Chan couldn’t help but hide his smile. Mayhaps she had more to give than the dragon first thought upon inspection.

Y/N POV:

Jongin the fox, Felix the tree kangaroo, and Jisung the squirrel showed you to where dinner was, but it was not yet ready. So the youngest started to pull at the laces of your boots to get you to follow him.

Jongin stopped in front of a white marble door, “Here’s the library. I’m sure you will find your home here. Big bro will bring you some more tea if that is what you want.”

The doors opened to reveal the largest library you had ever seen, although you had not seen very many.

You couldn’t help but gasp and then went to the nearest shelf to look at what books were there. The village library would be burned down nearly every Sunday, and you had to often sell your own private stash in order to be able to eat. They smelled so old and not like charred flesh. Oh, so glorious!

It felt like you were being watched, but when you turned around, there was no one behind you at all. You grabbed several books and took a seat in the red chair to begin your evening. The only thing that would make this better would be some.

“Tea, Miss?” A beautiful square face bowed and offered you a cup.

“Y-yes.”

He set the platter in front of you, and so you mixed in the amount of cream and sugar to fit your taste before sipping. It soothed your throat from all the screaming you had done earlier as you had been carried.

A handsome young man smiled, “I am Hyunjin. Call upon me for anything. Please, enjoy the books, but be careful. Master doesn’t like his books to be ruined.”

“I care more for books than I do my own fucking life.” You replied, holding your current read to your chest.

He smiled, “He’ll be happy to hear that.” With a bow, the man left.

A bushy husky tail the only thing you hadn’t expected to see as it swished behind him as he left. Maybe these last few days of your life wouldn’t be so bad if it could be spent in the library with drinks like this.

The revelry inside the book was soon short lived as Felix came to get you for dinner. You decided to muster up your strength to do the opposite of yesterday. As you faced the Beast, you’d stay silent. You wouldn’t say anything to him. Not a word nor a sound.

Yet as your turned the corner, you gasped, stricken by how incredibly handsome the man before you was. He was the Chrome Dragon. His eyes were the same as the ones you saw yesterday just for a moment. And yet, the reason for your heart racing was completely different. Now you had no choice but to be quiet as you were afraid for your voice to give out mid sentence.

He pulled out the white chair for you to sit on, which you did. His fingernails seemed painted black instead of yesterday’s sharp claws made out of onyx rock. He sat in his own chair with a similar butterfly design on it and the beautiful man from earlier set down a silver domed plate in front for you and lifted the covering to reveal a full plate of fish, bread, and an assortment of vegetables.

The fish section on the Dragon’s plat was much larger. Well, you decided to trust him and dug in. No matter how lovely this whole thing had been, you knew he was going to devour you sooner or later. The light in his eyes would be replaced by darkness, and it’d be your eye that was glazed over and no longer able to see as death took your mind.

“Are you enjoying your time here?” He asked, his voice much more enchanting that you wanted to be.

You had hoped he had the throat of a frog or was as threatening as you believed a dragon’s voice should be, and yet. You wanted to answer him with a smile, to give him your hand and promise him your heart.

What were you thinking?!

You stayed quiet. You had to keep your wits about you lest it mean your death came sooner than planned. There had to be some way to escape. Maybe not back to your town, but to someplace where you didn’t have impending doom waiting for you in the form of being devoured by a dragon with eyes like a storming sunrise and a voice like a gentle sea.

He cleared his throat, “I asked you a question, Miss. Are you having a good time here?”

The way you set your jaw and glared him down showed him that you were in no mood for talking.

Chan sighed, “Well. Um. I saw you enjoying my library. It is rare to find a beautiful girl who also enjoys a good read. Most of my others demanded dresses and jewelry or simply did not know how to read the written word. I remember having taught a few of them before--” he held back a yelp of pain and kicked out his leg.

Nothing was there, but you noticed Jisung scurrying in the opposite direction a few seconds later and wondered if he had anything to do with it.

“My apologies.” He watched you eat and reached for his cup before stretching his jaw. “It seems as though you do not want to use your voice around me today. What happened the the fiery brunette I carried in my claws yesterday?”

You rolled your eyes.

Chan smiled, “I quite enjoy you, Miss, despite your refusal to speak to me.”

Fuck, his personality was cute too.

The night crawled in ever growing silence and sleeplessness. You felt a soft and large fabric being draped upon your frame and the book was taken from your hands and set on the table.

“It’s me. Chan. I feel like the only time I can talk to you is when you’re asleep.” He sighed. “I like you. I know it’s hard to believe but I actually chose which maiden to take this time since when I visit, my human form disguised, you are the most beautiful. The way you tell stories. It made me fall for you.”

He laughed to himself, “God. I’m such a weirdo. Ahem, anyways. I know you probably won’t think the same, but I had to confess my feelings. I’ll try to do so when you’re awake, but there is bad news as well. No matter what your feelings, I will devour you tomorrow. You seem to be back in full health, so things must be done.”

Then he began to walk away, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The day came and you could feel it, the heaviness of the air. Even the birds did not sing and the sun was shining even though it was simply heat and not light..

You had fallen in love with the Dragon. At least his mind...and his face...and those gorgeous silver eyes of his that has seen all of the universe. Chan. His name was Chan. Not him persay, but with a library like that. It was clear it was all so very personal. From titles alone, you could tell he was not one to lie about his feelings for you.

Some of the stories had been handwritten versions of the ones you told in the tavern. It hadn’t been their choice to sacrifice you or not. He had chosen you.

Then why would he eat you? Perhaps you could come to an understanding of sorts. To make this go smoother, you planned to put on a dress. The one he put out for you. However there was nothing waiting for you today. Instead, Felix arrived alone and turned human in front of your eyes.

“Of course.” You said.

He gave you a weak smile, “I’ve come to prepare you for the ritual, however, Master said to wait after lunch to do so. I suggest you enjoy your remaining hours.”

You spent it in the library of course, simply reading until it was time.

And then it was time. There was no light other than the ones caused by flames on the walls reflecting the crystals on the top. You were led by Felix, wearing nothing but a robe over your nude and freshly washed body. He wanted his meal to be cleaned inside and out before he devoured them.

You had made your peace with life and walked stone faced into the special room that had many places to restrain a body. A wall of what looked like torture devices was near a slab that seemed like it could tilt. A den of many pillows was located on the far side near the flames. Probably for Chan to rest when he was done with you.

And there the man stood with piercing blue eyes that seemed like ice despite the fire in the room.

“Leave us. Do not return until the sun is high.” Chan said.

“Yes, sir.” Said the young man and quickly scurried out.

Then his eyes set on you, “Disrobe, please.”

You untied the knot and let the sapphire silk fall onto the ground. It took everything inside you not to cover yourself with your hands as his eyes raked up your legs up to curved him onwards to linger upon your chest before finally meeting your eyes filled with so much resignation. There was nothing you could do anymore. No way to get out.

His hand held your chin and forced it upwards to look at him lick his lips, “I shall give you a choice. Start from the top or from the bottom first?”

“I don’t care.” You said through pouting lips. “Just make it quick.”

“Sorry, dear. I like to play with my food.” he said, taking you to the slab and binding your arms and legs, making you feel even more exposed.

And you were. Nothing but skin to air and your fast beating heart. The hungry look in Chan’s eyes as he made sure you were unable to move was inciting something inside of you other than fear and in fact caused a perverse kind of anticipation inside of you.

“Mouth or claws?” He asked, grabbing a bottle of something.

“Claws?” You replied.

He shot a smile behind him, “I meant fingers since I do believe claws going inside the human form would be quite uncomfortable.”

“What the fuck are you--eep!” His fingers sunk between your folds, causing your face to blush. “D-Dragon, what the hell? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes shot up towards you, “Massaging the meat. It’s no good when you’re tense. So please just relax. I will take care of you, Y/N.”

Chan used his fingers to curl inside of you, bringing tears to your eyes when he grazed the bundle of nerves inside of you. However, you were too nervous to make any noise even though he wanted you hear your moans. He decided to kiss your neck as well, making you moan out in surprise.

“Ah~”

He smiled up at you, “There we go. More like that, beautiful.”

“Ah, ah, that-- It’s--. You’re--oh my god!” Broken sentences tumbled out of your mouth as he caressed you with one hand and finger fucked you with his long digits. His mouth explored your neck and licked at your pert nipples. It felt so good and yet you couldn’t help but let the tears overflow in your eyes.

“St-stop!” You cried out. “Please. If you’re going to eat me, just eat me already.”  Your head leaned against your arm with salty water pouring from your eyes. “Don’t...don’t make me feel this way and then kill me.”

“What? Who said anything about killing you?” He gave a smirk. “I will devour you, but not in the most literal sense. A dragon gets lonely, you know.”

You blinked, “Wait, what?”

Chan chuckled as he wiped your tears, “I use that wording in order to get what I want, beauty, no matter how fleeting. Beautiful girls deserve to be cherished and not treated like trash or just used for a quick fuck, unless that is what they want.” He replied. “Why do you think it takes almost 100 years for me to return? Humans have a certain lifespan.”

“Then what’s all this? All this pomp and circumstance for a quick fuck?” You said coldly.

He raised his hand to be right below your ear, his breath ghosting over your skin, “Like I said, women deserve to be cherished. Especially for our first time together.” He then placed a smooch on your chin, making you shiver.

Chan then smiled, “Now then, may I continue? I know what it’s like being left on the edge of an orgasm. Not very pleasant.”

“I...I’m not just a toy, y’know.” You replied.

He growled, “Oh, I know you’ve got a brain up there, but I really want to fuck it out of you.” and moved so that he was straddling your leg, allowing you to feel his length being held in captivity by his very pants.

You swallowed and felt yourself blush, “I guess you can continue.”

“Hmm, but you’ve been so cold to me.”

“Pl-please, Chan. I wanna to cum. At this point, a well placed gust of wind could make me orgasm.” You couldn’t fight the fire which boiled in your lower stomach.

“Then I’ll show you how I properly eat a woman.” The silver eyed man got onto his knees and held your thighs as she shoved his face between then, licking at the wet heat that he himself caused.

Moans and whines left your mouth as you let go of any and all inhibitions to just become his, stars forming behind your eyes as you climaxed into the eager mouth sucking on your clit from below.

The Dragon Chan then licked his lips, chuckling, “Stay conscious, babygirl. We’ve got more in store before the ritual is done.”

The man then released you from the contraption and carried you to the pillows before promptly sticking his lower cock inside of you while the other rubbed against your clit and gliding over your stomach, coating both the inside and outside with his precum.

“Y-you’ve got two?”

He nodded with a giggle, “Yeah. Guess I should’ve told you ahead of time.”

Your fingers clenched at the pillows as he plowed deep inside of you, making you see stars. Chan reminded you to breathe as he fucked the living daylights out of you. It felt as though you mind existed on the edge of reality and Heaven. He kissed your neck praised you for being so good for him. Being such a warm hole for his cock and calling you beautiful. Calling your brain beautiful. He was so, so big. You had never felt so full in your entire life!

“Cumming. I’m cumming!” Chan said and released inside of you, the white heat spreading across your insides and on top of your torso, launching far enough to land on your breasts and face.

You wanted more, though. He seemed to feel the same.

“B-both.”

“What was that?” You asked, your hands clawing at his shoulders still.

“I wanna put both inside of you.” He panted out, his silver orbs searching yours.

Your eyes bulged, “It, it won’t fit. It’s already so tight.”

“You’ve got two holes down here, and I’ve got two dicks~” He chuckled, “But I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip and looked away as you said, “K...kiss me first.”

The Dragon slowed his pace, “W-what? Does my baby girl really want the Dragon to kiss her?”

With burning cheeks, you nodded. He was at least 9 inches deep inside you and you still had enough embarrassment inside of you to blush at the notion of a kiss?

“Use your words, baby girl.”

“I want you to kiss me while you fuck me, you idiot!” You looked at him with soft defiance.

After positioning himself properly, he gave you a kiss that felt like all of the magic inside of his body was now a part of you. A surprised moan dripped out of your throat as you felt both your holes being filled up with Chan. It caused you to orgasm and tighten around him. No words, but a breathy fit of laugher followed by a moment of eye contact. Icy chrome had been replaced with the blackness of pupils before a quick glance at lips followed by a dance of tongues as he claimed your entire body.

“You are mine from now on, Y/N. You are my treasure. Worth more than any gold in the world, mine to claim. Mine to devour. Mine.” He said, no doubt in his voice. However there was a tinge of a pleading sound in his vocals.

“I’m yours and you are mine.” You said.

He nipped at your neck and then sucked all over, leaving his markings in the form of bruises, hickeys, love bites.

“Chan. Chan. I love you, Chan.” You said, getting caught up in the moment but honestly meaning it at the same time.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied. “I’m going to mark you inside and out.”

“Please,” You said, out of breath but needing to let him know how much you wanted him too. “Gonna--cum!”

“Me too. Me, yah!”

Both of your holes became filled with the Dragon Chan’s cum and he kissed you until he went limp inside. Once he pulled out, he kissed down the center of your body to clean up all of the white liquid on your body and inside. It made your legs quiver. Throughout all of your years, you did nothing but read and work and lived in fear of the very dragon that made you finally feel loved. Your whole body felt like it was numb and vibrating at the same time. The only thing you could do was clutch the back of his head until he came up for air, swallowing his own seed that had leaked out of you with a smile.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“Heh, ya funny fucker.” You said, chest heaving.

He crawled up behind you, wrapping his arm around your neck, letting you hold it, “And guess what? I’m already hard again.” his fingers rubbed over your hips and pulled your leg back over his own before spreading you and entering you once more.

You looked at him, eyes questioning if he was serious.

“Oh, did I not tell you, Y/N? The ritual doesn’t end until sunrise.” He smiled a toothy grin.

“Devour me.” you said before kissing him.

Even though you weren’t sure if your body would be able to hold up that long, you didn’t want him to stop any time soon.

Thank you for reading. This is not my best writing, but I tried not to surpass 10 pages! Still, I truly hoped you enjoyed it!

[alexandercollas]

Into the Wild - Chapter 18

Mat pulled the daggers from the goblins skull as he tore the small loincloth from the body and wiped his blades clean. Sheathing his daggers, he went over to where Devon lay in a fetal position crying; he’d finally stopped retching. Mat sat down and took his friends head in his lap. “There, there, it’s over.” Devon looked up, his eyes poufy, “I killed something, a living breathing thinking something.” His sobs started anew as he looked over, “…and in such a brutal and painful way.” Inclining his head as he stroked Devon’s hair, “I’ll give you that, it must have hurt.” He took the renewed tears as an indication he wasn’t helping and added, “You reacted, your mind found something that could save you, and you reacted. That’s is the very training they told us we needed to develop.” Devon sat up, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his tunic. Still, with his head hung low, “I froze. Nothing. My mind went completely blank. All I could hear was them telling us we would live or die by our own merit and how little I had.” Shaking his head, “Devon, don’t even start. You didn’t lose your merit. You never had any.” Devon’s shot Mat a look who just shrugged, “neither of us do. We’re new to this world. We came from a place where it was only in video games that goblins attacked us, and there you could reset. Here, they attack, and there's no reset, there's no do-over. That's what I’ve been trying to tell you.” “I know but…” “There’s no but, Devon. We agreed to come here. We wanted to find adventure, live a magical life. Well, that magical life and the ability to have adventures means there aren’t as many rules. Out here in the wild, and I mean the wild, its kill or be killed, fight or be beaten. We've been here for a while and still, we know no more about this world than we did when we woke up under that tree.” Pointing down to the two dead goblins, “these are the first intelligent creatures we’ve seen that we didn’t create ourselves. We must get to a city. Pull our heads out of the sand and admit we’ve made this choice. I hope you're not rethinking the decision, not like there's anything you can do, but still, this is our dreams come true. Become the Devon you always wanted to be, the one I saw in those video games. That goblin would’ve killed you and never thought twice about it. You can have a conscience but have it within the scope of where you are. Be that good man, that caring, giving person, to those who deserve it. But here you must understand that some people don’t deserve it, and they will try to kill you. I talked you into this, my friend; I will not allow anyone to harm you. No matter what.” Devon sat up, “Are you that angry?” Mat laughed, “No, Devon, I’m not. We see two fundamentally different sides of the same coin. You hope for the best and want to see the best in things. I plan for the worst. I’m probably too cautious, but it’s the only way I can be until I have a better frame of reference. Those two shits would’ve killed you; then it would’ve been all over. I feel until we become surer of ourselves we have to plan for the worst. Hey, I’m not angry, I’m just cynical. But don’t get me wrong I would’ve been caught off guard today as well. But ask yourself, what could you have done differently? Nothing. You just faced your first, yes, your very first, attack and within seconds you passed through shock, fear, and surprise and melted the guy’s head. I think you kicked ass.” Devon shrugged, “Yea, I guess I did, didn’t I. You know, I don’t think this killing thing, in cases like this, will be a huge issue. It was the shock of the first one; it all became real.” Walking over and nudging one of the dead goblins with his foot, “This was a living, sentient creature and I took its life. How can that not be a shock? Should that ever not be a shock?” Turning back to Mat, “And you're telling me you didn't feel anything when you did it?” “It took all the strength I had not to throw up as well. It's one thing to talk about; it's another to do it. But I can also tell you I’m already past it. If someone tries to hurt, injure or in any way negatively affect you or me, I won't hesitate to destroy them. I’ve had longer to think about this than you did, remember. I had to decide if I was willing to come here. Then I had to decide to ask you and the ramifications of that decision. I spent every waking moment thinking about all of this, over and over.” Devon rolled his eyes, “It means you were right, and we probably need to get moving and find this city. You're right…” pausing and making a serious face, “…but don’t think that means you're always right.” Giving a self-important smile, “Oh, of course not. I never assumed such. Though you have had to admit that's twice in as many days, as we both know I’m not the type of person to point that out.” They pulled the two bodies into a pile a short distance from camp. Mat went to his pack and retrieved his book; he wanted to reread the fireball spell. With all he’d learned about controlling the intensity of his castings, he wanted to try something. The first lesson was not to cook his hands. Casting a shield to protect them he walked towards the corpses forming a single blazing orb between his palms about the size of a soccer ball. Devon watched as it grew in brightness and intensity. “What are you doing?” Devon yelled over the roar of the blazing orb. “I’m keeping the size down while increasing its strength, stand back.” “That isn’t what I meant, what are you doing with a fireball?” “Isn’t it obvious, toasting goblins. We can’t just leave them out here, other goblins might find them, which make us enemies and I don’t particularly want to see some wild animal running around with a half-melted goblin head,” explained Mat as Devon put his hand over his mouth trying not to throw up. He just waved Mat on as he moved back about 50 yards towards the camp. Mat continued walking towards the corpses. When he reached the goblins, he suspended the orb about three feet above the ground and removed his hands. It floated there. He rushed back to where Devon was and pulled him behind a tree as he muttered the word to break the containment. With a thunderous whoosh, the detonation replaced the night with a sea of light sending out shockwaves across the tundra as animals stampeded in fear. When finally, the night dimmed Devon glanced around the trunk they’d hidden behind and screamed as he raced towards the spreading fire yelling an incantation. He’d not tested this spell and had no idea how it worked, but then that seemed to be the theme of the evening. As he chanted the humidity slowly increased, and his skin grew moist. He could sense it, the pressure building, pressing in on all sides, he couldn’t see the clouds forming overhead but noticed the stars slowly disappearing. Then the night turned silent and with an almost imperceptible pop rain began to pour down upon the 100-foot diameter blaze which was quickly spreading across the grassland. He increased the power of the spell causing the downpour to flood the area until finally the last embers of the fire went out. Together they walked to the center of the burned-out area where the charred remains of the two goblins lay. All that was left were bones; even those were nothing but coal. Mat looked over with his eyebrows raised, “Okay, maybe just a bit too much energy. Hey, how was I supposed to know?” “Too much energy! You think…” Devon barked as he started laughing. “Can I make one suggestion moving forward? Let's only practice spells like that when we’re traveling and not in a town. Far away…far, far away…from any civilized area.” “Probably a good idea. I think that’s why they gave use the cave and a way to get back to it. They don’t want us burning down the planet either,” added Mat as he walked around the muddy epicenter. “Wow, that was a hell of a thing.” Walking around as well, Devon added, “ya think.” When they made it back to camp Devon plopped down on his bedroll, “That spell wore me out, I’m exhausted.” “I can imagine, the mana it must’ve taken to summon a weather event. Christ, that was incredible,” exclaimed Matsugo as he fell back on his pack. Together they sat in silence until Devon asked, “Ok, now what? As I recall you’re the party leader, so what are we doing boss?” “Oh sure, I see that becoming a convenient excuse when you want me to make a decision you can later say was a bad idea.” “Now that we have that straight, what's the plan, Stan?” Rolling his eyes, Mat made a scene of deep thought, tapping his chin with a finger. “I guess we go back home, home meaning the cave. Collect our stuff and head to the city they mentioned. As I recall, it’s only a two-day walk. We’ll need to keep our eyes open; they did say we’d be tested though this might’ve been the test, who knows. When we get to town, we find an Inn, get a room and go from there.” Mildly impressed Devon says, “Anything else, you seem to have thought this through?” “Oh yea, and get falling down drunk, hell, maybe even get you laid. We can take that thing out for a test drive and see if you can get it to work.” “Now that's a plan I can get on top of,” answered Devon as they both started laughing. They ate a light dinner as the sky started to show pink off into the distance. Devon, with barely enough energy, cast the ignoring spell around their camp as they both collapsed into their sleeping bags. They were relieved when they woke around noon to see the spell had worked and they hadn’t been disturbed. Rested and more optimistic the spent the next few hours swimming, discussing and often discarding various plans and ideas. As the sun started to sink towards the mountains the encounter with the goblins began to grow heavy on their minds. Not so much in a bad way, just the continued realization of what their new lives entailed. With little more than a glance the two friends agreed it was time to return to the cave. Read the full article

[fifiliphaser]

A Face In The Remains

The Beauty In Bones

[AO3 Version]

Relationships: Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro, Temperance Brennan & Angela Montenegro

Characters: Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro, Clark Edison

Summary: A passionate palaeontologist and a beautiful artist—at first, they don't seem to have much in common. However, a set of bones and a murder mystery draws them together in a rather unexpected fashion. It may be a begginning of a long lasting partnership, or maybe something way more exciting.

("The 200th in the 10th" 'verse; basically, it is a collection of Hodgela-centered ficlets, because that one cute scene from that episode just wasn't enough.)

I loved that episode, but as a huge Hodgela fan I was a tad bit dissapointed that they get only a one short scene, as cute as it was. And after some fruitless searching for a fic about them in that setting, I gave up and decided to write something myself.

And that is why I present you today, my dear readers, that humble collection of ficlets I hope you will enjoy.

Since it is my first work for Bones, I have to start with admitting that I fell in love with that show not so long time ago (well, in the autumn of last year), but it helped me so much both as a source of great entertainment and an escape in the worse moments.

When I was watching "The 200th in the 10th" for the first time, I kinda hoped that they would show the process of sketching (Hodgela, you know), but I guess the 45-minute time frame didn't let them.

So this is my take on what could've happened in that moment. I hope everyone is bearably in character (especially Angie, since I don't consider it my best take on her character; hopefully, I will be more content with her in the next ficlet). However, I must admit I'm quite glad with how Hodgins' portrayal turned out—I think that he resembles that hopeless and nerdy romantic we all know and love.

Let me know if you like it! The next chapter should be published next week (hopefully)—I have a few more ideas, but I'm more than open for prompts and suggestions :D

Professor Hodgins paced nervously from the supposed remains of Eva Braga, set neatly on a table, to his precious tyrannosaurus. Miss Brennan’s idea of sketching a dead woman’s face was brilliant, admittedly, however, even the awareness of that fact couldn’t ease his anxiety. After all, despite all the superlatives which Miss Brennan used to describe her artist friend, there could only be so many as talented and as brilliant women as her. In other words, the professor feared that even though that woman might possess necessary artistic skills, she would not be able to capture accurately a possible appearance of the murder victim.

Obviously, he was the one to read all the information they needed from the bones, but he found himself lacking an artist’s imagination. He was afraid that if that woman��Miss Montenegro, he reminded himself—was unable to see anything in the bones herself, their task would be much more strenuous that he had initially anticipated, and its outcome could be short of the required accuracy. In consequence, the sketch would be of a very little help to Miss Brennan.

“She still has a few minutes, professor,” Edison pointed out, his eyes fixed on a bone he was currently studying.

At first, Hodgins ignored that comment, but after one more round from one remains to the others he concluded that his walking around could not possibly change the course of the current situation, and therefore he stopped next to the woman’s bones.

“Have you discovered something new?,” professor asked his assistant with genuine interest, hoping that there might be a clue in the bones helpful in determining the woman’s identity. In that case, sketching would become completely unnecessary.

“No, nothing,” Edison admitted, a little disappointed. “But I’m trying to collect as much information about the influence of fire on human bones as I can. I believe it’s worth documenting, because it may be useful in the future,” he smiled proudly, clearly pleased with his own forward thinking.

“Yes, it is certainly worth doing…,” professor agreed, leaning over the bones. “Never have I thought I might be that invested in examining the bones that are not million years old and furthermore belong to Homo sapiens,” he muttered, looking closely at the charred surface of ribs and a sternum.

He became so immersed in his observation that he didn’t register someone walking into the room and calling his name. It was a slight poking on his arm that finally attracted his attention. He turned around abruptly, only to find himself facing a woman of an intricate beauty. The pair of dark eyes were cautiously studying his face, while corners of the intensively red lips slowly raised in a polite smile. Dark brown wavy hair, framing her symmetrical features, were shining slightly in the light of the lamps illuminating the study.

However, he was forced to stop his marvelling over the beauty, as her sweet voice brought him back to reality. “I’m sorry, are you professor Jack Hodgins?”

He parted his lips, ready to answer, but he wasn’t able to find his voice. He could almost feel Edison’s stare boring into his back and getting more and more intensive with every passing moment. Although his assistant was probably ready to respond on his behalf, Hodgins finally gathered his bearings. “Ye-yes…,” he confirmed, scolding himself in his mind for his wavering voice. “Yes, that is me,” he added, this time more firmly.

The beauty’s smile broadened, with a glint of pearly teeth visible between her lips. “Brennan sent me, I’m supposed to make a sketch of the victim,” she exclaimed, glancing at Edison. “I heard the news,” she continued excitedly. “That mystery is getting more interesting with every discovery.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, it is,” professor chimed in, doing his best not to be completely distracted by that gorgeous woman that had just stepped into his study.

“May I take a look?,” she asked, pointing at the skull.

“Of course.” Hodgins smiled a bit awkwardly, stepping away and allowing the beauty to have a closer look.

“It’s…,” she paused for a moment, taking in the picture of the bones laying before her. “I never made a sketch of a face based only on a skull,” she admitted a bit sheepishly.

Professor compressed his lips, his earlier anxiety creeping back into his mind. His worries turned out to be justifiable apparently, yet he couldn’t dwell on this for too long as Miss Montenegro’s shy smile captured his attention.

“I've never seen real human bones and it is… a bit disturbing, but I wasn’t expecting that so much of actual face features can be seen on the skull,” she marvelled, capturing it with her delicate fingers and raising it a bit, so she could better examine its structure. “I knew it would be… an interesting experience, but this is…,” she trailed off, tracing the skull’s edges with her index finger. “I doubt I could enjoy working with dead people, but to give one of them their face back… I think it’s worth it,” she smiled, gazing at the professor, who did his best to pretend that he hadn’t been staring at her for the last couple of minutes.

“It is certainly high-minded,” Hodgins agreed, proceeding to adjust his glasses, so he could avoid her look. “I am glad that you are so driven to perform your task, Miss…,” he wanted to continue, his memory being as good as it was, but the woman jumped in quicker than he could finish.

“Oh, I forgot about introducing myself!,” she interjected apologetically, carefully putting the skull back on the table. “I’m Angela Montenegro,” she declared, offering her hand to the professor.

He took it a bit hesitantly, taken aback by her gesture. Her skin was soft; he couldn’t help but feel as if it was a piece of precious silk caressing his palm. “I’ve known that already, Miss Brennan informed me about all the details,” he explained politely, releasing her hand and giving her a small smile.

For a moment seconds seemed to last much longer than they should, as he sunk in those chocolate eyes, so full of excitement and passion. He would have stayed like this for the next few hours had it not been for the amount of important work that was yet to be done. Hodgins cleared his throat, motioning at his assistant. “This is Clark Edison, he is helping me with my research,” he clarified.

Miss Montenegro nodded at the other man, to which he responded with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr Edison,” she affirmed.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” the man replied, making a small bow.

She chuckled lightly in response, which was one of the most beautiful sounds the professor had ever heard. He couldn’t believe how it could have happened, but he was completely mesmerised by the woman before him. From her graceful movements, to her quite exotic features, everything about her seemed perfect. Why such an angel appeared in his study, he wasn’t able to tell.

“I think I should get to work,” Miss Montenegro remarked, reaching to her bag to pull out a sketchpad and drawing tools. “Where may I…” She looked around, searching for a suitable place to sit dawn and start sketching.

The professor quickly understood what she meant and showed her a small desk nearby. “I’ll bring you the skull in a moment.”

She nodded and headed towards the desk, sitting down on a chair next to it soon after. She placed everything she needed on the desktop, and laced her fingers, glancing at the two men that were leaning over the bones.

Hodgins quickly caught her look and cautiously took the skull. Rushing towards her, he tried to focus on the tools that were spread on the desk, instead of her curious gaze. “Voila,” he stated, putting the skull on one of the books to the side, so it could be better visible.

“Thank you.” She smiled, reaching out for a pencil. “I think we should start. So, tell me, doc, what do you see?” She looked at him with curiosity, tilting slightly her head.

“Oh, one can read the whole life story from the bones,” he declared enthusiastically, leaning closer to the skull. Indeed, he could see a face before him, although only in his own mind. When it came to describing that picture in an imaginative enough way, he doubted his ability. “But I'm afraid I lack an artistic soul,” he admitted dejectedly after a moment.

She narrowed her eyes. “Let's see about that…,” she muttered, more to herself it seemed. “Shall we?” She offered him a warm smile, to which he responded with a smile of his own.

[sophiesstories]

Survivors guilt -original short story-

Survivors guilt, that's what my therapist calls it. A mental condition that occurs when a person feels they have done wrong for surviving a traumatic event that others did not. But she doesn't understand that it is my fault. She says it will get better with time, that it's completely normal to feel like this at first and soon I will have my life back. I don't believe her. I will never be normal again. This guilt is crushing me, weighing me down and the loneliness is devouring me. I can't eat, I can't sleep, all I have left are a few measly photographs and my memories.

　

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A loud beeping and whirring sent vibrations through my skull waking me from my slumber. As my stomach dropped with worry and the feeling that something was wrong I glanced out my window and looked down on the street below. My neighbours had gathered outside with expressions of shock and worry painted on their faces. I jumped out my bed and opened the door. I was immediately hit with an explosion of heat and smoke almost knocking me out completely. The hall was filled with a dark, thick smoke and the flames appeared to come from every direction trapping me in my doorway. I tried screaming for help, shouting for my mother and father to come rescue me from this nightmare, but the sound of the roaring fire overpowered me. I peered down the hallway, my eyes flooding with tears and my throat hoarse from yelling, when I noticed a tall figure coming towards me, sweeping me up in his arms before rushing outside to safety.

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Ever since that night I have been plagued with nightmares and visions of the fire haunting me no matter what I do. As the days go by it's getting harder to remember. My mothers pale skin, her dark eyes, her long hair. Or was it short? The photographs worked for a while but I know now that nothing will fill the emptiness I feel inside. If only I had noticed sooner, maybe they would still be here and I wouldn't be stuck living with some distant relatives that don't even care about me.

　

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The man lay me down on the damp grass my lungs heaving as I gasp for air. With a sharp pain shooting through my neck I turn to look at my home now illuminated and blurry through my smoke covered eyes. It was a beautiful tragedy. But my parents where no where to be seen.

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I look around my new room, the mustard yellow walls contrasting with my bright blue duvet, the heavy patchwork curtains tightly shut so no trace of light can peak through. Up until today the room was bare and hostile like a prison. I spent hours hunched over the computer printing out every single photograph of my parents I could find. I hung up as many as I could trying to cover every inch of my wall. I want them to be the last things I see. The only other items in the room are a few cheap knick-knacks and a small pile of partially charred stuffed bears they managed to save from the fire. They thought it would helping having them in my room but all it does is remind me of that night. Their beady eyes staring at me, following me, judging me for what happened.

My new "family" have gone out and left me alone, as usual, so this is my chance. My chance to be happy again. My chance to be with my family again. I slip down the stairs and make my way out the back door to the shed. I slide through the door and look around in the dim night light. The stars burn in the sky like embers reminding me of what I must do. I rummage around the many toolboxes stacked against the walls like the leaning tower of Pisa. I know they're here somewhere. Finally a box that isn't full of blunt screws and broken tools. Matches. I run my finger over the rough edge, now for the next step. I return to the house locking the door behind me making my way towards the kitchen. They seem to have an endless supply of drink in here so I grab a large bottle with blue writing and a silver lid and rush back upstairs to my room before I weaken.

　

With shaky hands I pour the contents of the bottle all over my bedroom floor.  The sharp smell of the alcohol burned my nostrils but I smiled through it because its finally happening, I am finally fixing everything. With a quick flick of the wrist I light the match and hold it in front of me. The bright light travels up the stick, closer to my hand and I can feel the heat emitting of it. The power. I take a deep breath my hands trembling and my heart beating out of my chest. I drop it.

I lay on my bed, still and content, as the amber flames dance around the room, the heat attacking my skin. It was a thing of beauty to watch as the mass of reds, yellows and oranges swallow up everything in its way, flooding my lungs with smoke and immersing my room in a beautiful light. Through stinging eyes and hot tears I watch my room engulf in flames and I watch as everything I once cared about gets destroyed. I watch the old wicker chair my grandfather made for me crackle and burn in the corner of my bedroom beside the collection of stuffed bears I had accumulated over the years that ignited almost instantly and, as the photographs covering the walls shrivel and turn to ash, a small smile crept onto my face . I watch my mothers pale skin yellowing and her corners wear away as her dark eyes reassure me that everything is going to be okay. I will be with you soon, mummy.