#kind of went off about Maul there for a while sorry about that

[charmwasjess]

ill gladly help you procrastinate u know that

23 & 17 👀

Boli, you are simply magnificent. I've spent upwards of thirty minutes not working while I was writing this up. 17. there should be more of this type of fic/art This isn't a problem so much as a good sign of the thriving fandom economy where people are writing big, rich, interesting stories - AUs, fix-it, time travels, what ifs - and I read those fics avidly. But I've been really craving the old "slice of life" one shot recently. Let me hang out with your dudes (gn) just doing their thing for a couple thousand words. Small moments, ordinary daily things. I love it. Same for art. Little domestic snapshots just get me. This is also a chance to say something I like about your writing specifically, Boli, because you incorporate a lot of this kind of scene into Mud fic while balancing the bigger plot elements. Thinking of that great bar scene. <3 23. ship I've come around to Syku is probably the big obvious one here since I spent so long (decade) waffling on writing Dooku in any kind of romantic thing. Then, reason slipped from my nerveless fingers and shattered. I dissolved About Them. But you poor people watched that happen to me in real time so I won't go on and on about it. No description can match the experience of watching me daily embarrass myself on here over them.

You know what one I weirdly have come to love? Obimaul. At first I was like "oh sw fandom, you'll ship anything lolol" and then I watched the Maul Clone Wars episodes and I was like... okay... okay... yeah, so, I get you want to specifically murder him and everything, but the way you're keening "Kenobi" right now...

It's kind of really fucking sad? Like Maul is this person who had been literally broken in half, and that's before you get to the metaphorical damage of being essentially enslaved by Sidious his whole life. I mean Maul's origin story makes Dooku's kid trauma look like a trip to Disney World. This person who fundamentally does not know about love, having been fed a diet of pain and hate all his life, getting into the murderous jealous one-sided sexual obsession with Obi-Wan, which is part inability to distinguish hate from lust, and part a pure desire to be Obi-Wan because he's representative of everything that was taken from Maul. He embodies every chance Maul never got. The (loving) Master. The community of people like him. The family. It's so dark and doomed and fucked up, but also so sad.

But I realize I'm not here to talk about shipping normal things, since my problematic main ship somehow manages to be both a Fridging and a Kill Your Gays trope...

[ladyveronikawrites]

AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A GOOD TIME

Lady Midnight's Kinktober in the Concrete Jungle 2024

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson x OC x Noah Sebastian

Cw- masked men, roleplaying, sensory deprivation: blindfolds, scarf as bondage, unprotected vaginal sex, mean ex boyfriend, double penetration, oral sex (male and female receiving), mild thigh slapping, spitting, vaginal fingering,  jerking off, facial, cum eating,  revenge kink if you squint, getting caught, voyeurism, THICK DICK NICK, one hot foursome, If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: a little self-indulgent fic, Star Wars characters ahead - Nick as Kylo Ren makes me feral lol - pärla means 'gem' in Swedish

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Ruby swipes on her signature red lip as she looks over her outfit in the full-length mirror by the front door. She adjusts her boring brown Jedi robes Nathan insisted she wear to juxtapose his Darth Maul. She scoffs to herself knowing damn well he has no idea who Darth Maul is and probably found the costume at Spirit Halloween. Reluctantly she sighs, the distant dream of her Sabine Wren cosplay lying buried under clothes in her closet never to see the light of day.

Her phone chimes, ripping her from her brief moment of sadness. 

She frantically types ‘OMW’ as she slides into the Uber.

Nathan <Ru, I have been waiting for over an hour.>

She can hear Nathan’s anger through the screen, silently sending a prayer for the driver to go faster. Ruby and Nathan were high school sweethearts that turned into an on-and-off-and-on-again situationship while they were away in college, but when Ruby dropped out of college to pursue music full-time as an indie artist - things went sour really fast. He never understood her passion for music, too self-absorbed in his reputation at the Ivy League university he got into thanks to his wealthy parents. 

Her fingers freeze over the screen as her heart shatters into a thousand pieces. 

Nathan <You know what, since it seems like you don’t care about MY time, we are done. For real this time. Don’t even bother coming.>

Tears stream down her face as she powers down her phone and shoves it into her purse. He can go fuck himself, Ruby thinks to herself - and she gets an even better idea. 

“S-sorry but can you take me downtown instead?” she asks, her voice wavering slightly as the realization sinks in. She takes a deep breath, drying her tear-stained cheeks as the driver pulls up to Nathan’s most hated bar- which happens to be her favorite, Third Base. 

The bar is bustling as she walks in. It’s been updated since she had been there, all those months ago when Nathan was doing a semester abroad in Rome. Ruby instantly fell in love with the quaint charm of the dive bar. It didn’t help that the bar owner was ruggedly handsome, the kind of personality that was homegrown from a small town. She ached for the slow stroll of home instead of the hustle and bustle of city life. Festive Halloween touches add to the ambiance and that’s when she realizes other patrons are also adorned in costume.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” his familiar twang wraps around her like a warm blanket. She should probably be sobbing into her wine glass in a rose-scented bubble bath in the comfort of her home instead she replies with “Whiskey neat, double.” She notices he’s the only one not dressed up, even his bartender is sporting a risque outfit. 

Ruby is about to mention the lack of costume when he asks “That kinda night?” Ruby downs the drink without a word, slides off the metal bar stool, and makes her way to the old jukebox in the corner of the bar. She scrolls through the CDs not really impressed with the selection. 

“Not finding what you’re looking for?” A distorted voice has Ruby turning. She opens her mouth to grumble about the lackluster music selection, but her brain turns to static. She’s met face-to-face with Kylo Ren. 

“I-” 

“Here, you might like this.” Another man dressed up as a Mandalorian pushes between them. Ruby stands in awe as the two men fight over a CD. Her awe turns into appreciation as she notices the small details in the homemade costume. Whoever’s in the suit spent hours making it.

“Can I buy you another drink?”  A deep voice comes from the bar.

She turns and freezes. “N-nathan? How’d yo-” She is silenced by a red-painted finger as the man towers over her. Realization strikes her that this man is too tall to be Nathan. 

“Nathan isn’t here Jedi.” Boldly, the stranger spits in her face - playing into the villainous role - yet Ruby can’t help but be even more aroused. 

Ruby finds herself being shoved into the back seat of an SUV. Not in a kidnappy way but in a rushed I-want-to-devour-you-way. The look Darth Maul is giving her has her pussy throbbing. She slides her way in as Kylo and Mando hop in the front. Warm lips pressed against her and; at this moment, she couldn't care less if she was covered in red and black body paint by the end of this. She pulls him in closer as his gloved hand teases the waistband of her leggings. Her head thuds against the window when he slips his fingers inside her as his tongue explores her mouth. Suddenly, his long finger slams into the sweet spot and she bites down on his bottom lip, hard. 

He groans, “You gonna surrender, Jedi?” 

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she whines as he finger fucks her all the way to her apartment. By the time they get to her apartment, his gloves are drenched and the back seat is damp where she was sitting, but Ruby could give a single fuck as in the span of 30 minutes she had already had more satisfying orgasms than Nathan could ever give her. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or the thrill? Probably both. If one of them can satisfy her alone with his fingers imagine all three of them.

“You wanna do this Jedi?” Kylo Ren asks once in Ruby’s apartment.

“It’s not every night you get three masked men in your apartment,” she smirks her hands roaming over his black robes. 

“You’ll have to wear this,” the foreign Mandalorian slides a blindfold over her eyes. 

“That’s fine,” her breath catches as her hands drift up to grip Ren’s mask. “Can I take this off?” 

Abruptly, she finds herself pressed against a solid chest behind her and warm lips devour her own. She tangles her fingers into long hair and he groans when she yanks. 

“I was not expecting long hair, but it’s so soft.” Ruby twirls a strand around her finger. Her hand cups his cheek and pulls him into another kiss.

“Ren’s not the only one here Jedi.” Her heartbeat skyrockets at the memory of Darth Maul in the backseat of the car. The way he towered over her, his eyes dark with lust, and his voice made her pussy flutter.

 The mattress groans with the added weight and Ruby’s mind begins to spiral. She yelps with teeth and stubble brush against the skin on her inner thigh. Fuck, Mando has facial hair that's fucking hot. Ruby giggles as he inches closer to her core and at the same time remembers how Nathan can only grow a pathetic and patchy beard. She squirms, aching for roughness against her pussy..

“Oh you’re a feisty one,” Maul whispers in her ear as he settles down beside her. Suddenly, her hands are bound loosely with something smooth and soft. Her brain rationalizes one of her summer scarves that hangs from the hooks over the door. A part of her hopes it’s her favorite one, the black one with skulls. 

“Our red hot Ruby.” he nips at her ear and at the same time one of them pinches her nipple. Ruby yelps at the sudden pain, endorphins surging through her body. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, hm?” 

Smack

A large hand makes contact with her inner thigh. “Fuck! Yes,” Ruby yelps. “Yes, I like pain ‘n pleasure!”

Lips brush against her cheek. “Our little pain slut.”

“Our little pain slut,” Mando mumbles against her throbbing clit as he sinks two thick fingers inside her. 

“Fuck,” she groans as her pussy walls stretch from the invasion. 

“God Ruby… have you ever- “ he trails off, lost in thought. He sucks her clit between his lips and thrusts his fingers into the spongy sweet spot. Ruby writhes as the coil winds tighter in her core. Large hands clamp down on her shoulders to keep her steady as her body starts to tremble. In a silent scream, the dam breaks, and euphoria floods through her body as she releases herself onto Mando’s face. She writhes oversensitive and overwhelmed as he laps up everything she gives him. 

“Little, pärla” Mando pants, “You are divine.” 

Ruby finds herself being pulled gently to sit upright. “Here’s some water,” Ren says softly, handing her a glass of water.

“Thank you.” Her cheeks warm to the kind gesture. “Nathan never took care of me like this.” Her lips press into a thin line and her shoulders slump forward as her mind flashes each disappointing experience. 

A warm hand settles on the small of her back, gently rubbing up and down. “Ain’t nothin’ but a good time, hm?” Mando whispers seductively, his breath is hot against the shell of her ear.  

Ruby briefly wonders if that would have been the track he chose at the bar. Her heart flutters at the parallels and she enthusiastically adds, “Hell yeah!” 

She squeals at first when hands grip her hips and hoist her onto his lap. His hard cock

“You ready for a good time, sweetheart?” Ren asks before pulling her into a heated kiss. His free hand roams over her tits as another set of hands rubs up and down her thighs. Sandwiched between the two men her heart races with anticipation. 

“Got any lube, darling?” Mando asks as Ren pulls her up onto her knees. 

“In… the… drawer…”  she replies between kisses. Her heart leaps into her throat when a cold and wet finger circles the tense muscle of her asshole.

“Can Mando fill you up back there while Ren plays with your pretty pussy?” Maul’s baritone makes her spine tingle. Mando’s finger stills at her back entrance and Ren nips at her other ear. 

“Can I watch?” Maul asks, pulling the blindfold off and Ruby’s eyes widen, taking in the sight before her. Ren’s stormy blue-gray eyes captivate her first, then his soft smile and tint of pink on his cheeks. She can’t resist carding her hand through his hair, so smooth. He leans into her touch, entranced by the gentleness. The world around them darkness slightly and she briefly forgets about the other two. She could stay here, locked in his gentle gaze but her eyes begin to wonder. Her other hand traces the tattoos on his shoulder to his wrist where in the corner of her vision she spies his large thick cock. 

Suddenly, a gloved hand grips her wrist and twists her sideways. His fingers entwine with hers as the other grips her chin. “Don’t forget about us, Jedi.” His deep brown eyes are piercing and she notices that his face is the only exposed skin free of paint. His abdominal muscles flex as her gaze lowers, she huffs disappointed that he is clothed from the waist down.

Her eyes widen at the sound of a deep moan. Maul tilts her head back so she can see the man behind her. His grasp loosens completely and she twists her body more to see Mando better. 

“Hello, pärla,” he moans her nickname, his eyelids flutter closed as he strokes himself. 

“Looks like Mando’s ready. Are you?” Maul asks. 

Ruby remains fixed on watching Mando touch himself. She mutters a breathless, “Yeah.” 

“Come back to your supreme leader.” A tinge of pain pricks at Ruby’s scalp when Ren fists her hair and tugs. She moans as the pain melts into pleasure. 

“Finally showing me your dark side, Ren,” Ruby smirks. “I like it.” 

“Good.” Ren crowds into Ruby’s space, thrusting his hand around her throat. He squeezes slightly then releases pressure completely. “Lean back.”

Ruby adjusts her stance to straddle Mando’s hips. Together, Mando and Ren guide her to lower herself onto him. Maul groans beside them.  The stretch takes her breath away, if only for a moment as the hand tightens around her neck and lips crash onto hers. Ruby succumbs to the sensations letting Mando set the pace while she battles for breath with the fallen Jedi. Ren shoves her back against Mando’s chest by the throat. She sucks in the air when he releases his hand, chest heaving with every inhalation. 

“My turn,” Ren growls, nipping at her earlobe. He squeezes the soft tissue of her breasts as his mouth trails kisses down her torso. Grinning he spreads her legs apart wider and his lips gently kiss her tummy before descending through her silken folds. Mando thrusts into her as Ren teases her other hole with his tongue and then sucks at her clit. She’s teetering on the edge of bliss when it is abruptly ripped away.

“No cumming yet darling.” Mando stills inside her just as Ren flattens his tongue licking one final time before pulling away. 

“Do you want a taste?” Ren asks, his lips ghosting over hers. Her mouth drops open to respond but without warning, fingers slide their way in. Disappointment sours her stomach when Ren leans over and kisses Mando. Greedily, she flicks her tongue around Ren’s fingers in hopes of vying for his attention. 

“Is our Ruby a little jealous she is getting attention?” Maul laughs. In the heat of the moment, Ruby had forgotten all about him. “No… you aren’t jealous, but your needy little cunt is.” Desperation flashes through her as she bites down on Ren’s fingers. Ren huffs a laugh against Mando’s lips, 

“I heard that cunt is still needy, hm?” Ren tilts his head, his gaze scanning over her body. A small whine leaks out of her mouth. He slides his fingers out of her mouth and onto her throat. His lips curl into a devilish smirk, “You want more?” 

“Yes, yes, yes, please!” Ruby’s lashes flutter when Ren sinks into her dripping pussy. 

“So tight-” Ren groans.

“Dude, I can feel you,” Mando gasps when Ren bottoms out.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Maul muses.

Ren holds her steady as Mando slowly thrusts in and out of her. 

“Feeling good?” Maul whispers lowly in her ear.

“S-so good, so full.. he's so big” Her words melt into nothingness when Ren flexes inside her.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come… don’t-” Ruby whines as Mando and Ren alternate thrusting into her ass and cunt.

“Ru, you home? I saw your car out front.” Her ex’s voice booms through the apartment, his words slur together in one long word. But she can’t be bothered as pressure builds in her core. 

“Shhh,” Mando shushes her with a hand to her mouth

“Maybe,” Maul leans over and whispers turning Ruby slightly towards him. Grinning he offers his eager cock to her and she eagerly nods. Ren smacks Maul in the arms when he moans as Ruby takes him into her mouth. 

The bedroom door swings open and Maul’s cock throbs between her lips. Ren and Mando are too far gone to care when -

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Ruby sighs against Maul’s softening cock slipping it from her mouth while she is still being pounded between two beautiful men. It takes all of her strength not to come when she leans around Ren to stare Nathan dead in the eyes. 

“Fuck! You!” she groans as she comes, flipping Nathan one and then sucking on each of her middle fingers. Her eyes roll back as she catches a glimpse of him stalking out the door. When the door slams shut she sinks into Mando as euphoria floods her body.

“Damn, that was hot!” Maul says impressed. Ruby peers up through her lashes at Maul who’s stoking his now hard cock. 

“Yeah?” Ruby cocks an eyebrow. Without hesitation, she pulls his free hand and sucks on his middle finger. 

Maul sucks in a curse. “Damn girl, fuck.” Ruby bites down at Maul’s finger, not painfully hard, but enough when her hair is yanked back and she is pulled off. 

“Wh-”

“Open up,” Mando commands as he grips her jaw forcing her mouth open. Ruby opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out with anticipation. Mando lowers his hands to rest around her throat squeezing gently. Ren tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to suck on her nipple. She jolts when he bites down, her pussy walls clenching around his semi-hard cock. Mando slides his hand down her middle to circle her clit as Ren plays with her tits. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maul curses as he splatters his cum all over Ruby’s face. Small whimpers come from her open mouth as another orgasm wrecks through her. She swallows then licks her lips and smiles up at Maul before pulling him closer to lick and suck at his softening cock. She hisses when Ren pulls off her tit with an audible pop. 

Ruby hums satisfiedly, leaning back against Mando, as Ren slides out of her. Before he can say another word, she mumbles, “Baby wipes in the bathroom down the hall.” 

She doesn’t open her eyes but sinks further into bliss as Mando rubs his hands up and down her arms. “You did so well for us Pärla,” he whispers in her ear. All she can muster is a hummed agreement. 

“Let me clean you up,” Maul offers when Ren returns. She blinks to find soft brown eyes and a dazzling smile to greet her. “Thank you,” she whispers. “All of you,” she adds when Ren takes Maul’s place in front of her to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. As Ren and Maul redress, Mando steals more kisses as he helps Ruby up to dress her. 

“Here,” Maul hands Ruby her glass of water. “You can call me Noah.” 

“Hi, Noah.” she flashes him a dazzling smile in the afterglow.

“Food?” Ren asks before adding,” The name’s Nick and he’s Jolly.” 

“No please- you guys can go, I’ll be alright.” Ruby dismisses, gesturing to the door.  

“Please?” Jolly wraps her up in his arms. “Dinner and a movie and we will leave after that.”

“We just don’t want you to be alone,” Nick adds. 

“Fine.” Ruby relents as her stomach rumbles. “Thai food and the new Deadpool movie.” 

The four of them settle on blankets and pillows in the living room with Ruby in the middle. She finds herself leaning against Jolly’s shoulder and for the first time in a long time has finally felt at peace.

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[moondrifterr]

Ice Wolf AU!! (og and lore below)

tw below the cut kind of? (reference/note of murder/gore-ish)

The Ice Wolf and Sophie were an idea i had a while ago whete i was like, hey so what if someone else got the crown but instead of a crown it was a necklace that turns you into a werewolf thing :) can you tell i like werewolves? there's no way! anyways!

So their lore is! Sophie attended the same university Simon did, and they were bestie lovers! as you could've guessed! but eventually they started living together and allat, then Simon went on that expedition that he usually would find the crown in, but instead finds "The Necklace". he then gives it to her, and she (regrettably) pretends to be a gaudy, rich woman, but instead becomes a ravenous and insatiable beast that mauls her partner! after a bit of flailing, the necklace falls off, and reveals the horrendously terrible scene in front of her! this situation is left exactly as it was until the mushroom war happens. she sits in complete shock for about 3 weeks or so before the explosion of the nuclear bombs snaps her out of her mind fog, and she then proceeds to embark on what is almost completely similar to Simon's mushroom war experience. they meet dare (this au's marciline) and slowly become ice wolf! after a little bit of time, she becomes ice wolf completely, and retreats to the ice kingdom! later (hundreds of years later,) the current Finn (Sui), Bubblegum, and Dare team up to defeat the Ice Wolf by destroying the crown! they succeed, then quickly realize that the Ice Wolf is a sad little cursed woman and they quickly fix her up with an ice crystal to keep her alive!

and that's about all i have at the moment! i'm not too great at explaining what's going on in my head all too well, so i apologize if this seems too messy, or unreadable. also apologize if any of that was ill-warned! i was unsure how or what to tag it with so i did my best. but regardless, my sincerest apologies if it was distasteful in any way. I hope you enjoyed reading this/seeing this au! it seems i have a lot of aus flying around this blog atm (most of them are just silly oneoffs to satiate my need for mushing my interests together or putting my brain peices out there) and i'm not sure what i'll do with them, but i hope you've enjoyed them so far!

OKAY I'M SORRY FOR YAPPING SO MUCH THANK YOU IF YOU'VE READ THIS FAR AND IF NOT THAT'S OKAY I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO EITHER TAKE CARE FOLKS HAVE A WONDERFUL MORNING/DAY/EVENING!!!!!

[luvergirl-866]

Okay, I've got questions after reading Chapter 7.

1 - I don't know if I'm annoyed with Paige, sympathetic towards her, or confused with her. I mean Azzi's helping her, but she keeps doing this hot and cold thing with her that was cute because you can tell there is obviously feelings there on her end but they keeping using their "friendship" as the line in the sand they can't cross. I get that, but I guess I need to get Paige's perspective because this chapter she was infuriating with how she treated Azzi throughout. Like she barely talks to Azzi during the day, then at the party she's insistent on telling a story to "last years hookup" and I'm like who cares about the damn story if Azzi is willingly like I want to hook up. Will we get a chapter to kind of flesh Paige out a bit? see where her headspace is at from parents to Azzi?

2- I guess a part of me is me is waiting for Azzi to pop off on her because she's getting jerked around a bit. I mean I couldn't imagine being in this headspace where there is actual feelings but then we're pretending. But at some points I'm wondering when Azzi is going demand some bit of respect because she's helping Paige. Like the whole time where Paige is just doing the silent treatment, I'm like Azzi girl, you need to boss up on her and let her know that she can play this game by herself especially when Azzi has more to lose at this point since she's actually falling for Paige. Like I'm desperately waiting for Azzi to force Paige's hand in this because it seems like Paige holds all the cards. Is this the power dynamic you mean to have or does it shift at some point?

3 - I find myself reading and thinking back to how things are with Azzi and Paige's family in real life, and I'm like I think Paige's mom does actually adore her. I mean they've been picture hugging, then she went to Montana this summer and a time before. I guess, I'm at the stance of how does Paige's mom in the story really feel about Azzi? Seeing how they are together, does she like Azzi in this fic at all? Dean is an ass, I think personally, I would applaud him being mauled by a bear while driving home from work. He just sounds like someone I would never assosciate with in my life because they're someone that hides behind religion to justify their hate/dislike, to me those are the worst people on this planet. I'd rather you own your hate/dislike of something than hide behind religion, which I get the vibe from him and Amy just seems to be brainwashed by him. At any point is Amy going to have a redeemable moment? How does she really feel about Azzi? How does she feel about Paige's interest in women? I just find myself rattling off questions when you include her in the story becuase I feel like some of Paige's actions are due to her mother and the acceptance, but then a part of me feels like she may not care....see, I'm getting all tangled up again.

4 - I find myself feeling bad for Lauren and Ryan because they're really getting attached to Azzi, but in the end its all an act. Are they going to be impacted by this "fake relationship"? I know Azzi liked Lauren because she doesn't have a sister of her own, so I just liked that little relationship you developed with Azzi and the kids and I'm just wondering if there's guilt there at all as to when it all comes out that they're not really together from either Paige or Azzi?

Great writing, I mean I'm sure you're catching flack for this chapter. Which is always a good thing because you want readers to engage and my goodness, my emotions have been all over the place throughout the story in regards to Paige mostly. I'm going to need for her to sit in her emotions for a bit and process shit because my goodness, I feel like when things finally hit the fan, it'll be more blood on her hands. Like I want her to be scared to lose Azzi because this whole "my bad, I'm sorry" is not cutting it when Azzi is getting in this mess as deep as Paige, especially since she's actually falling for her.

Then Azzi, I just need my girl to boss up. She's in Montana. Montana. It was love when she boarded that plane to MONTANA. But love don't replace respect, and she needs some on the moments Paige wants to be silent. Next time, I just pray that Azzi packs her shit up and catches the first donkey back to the airport to leave Montana and just rips Paige a new one to let her know that I can love you but I can also leave your ass too because I'm not the one, two, or three.

Again, great chapter. You've got me all bothered. Can't wait for the next chapter.

ok lemme try to answer ur questions as i read thru them—

1) yes i’ve planned to do a paige pov all along!! i feel the story can’t rly feel complete without getting both their perspectives at some point

2) this is definitely the power dynamic i set up between them, but i set it up for the whole purpose of it changing later on. i hope that makes sense 😭

3) yes i’m sure paige’s mother is lovely!!! her whole personality in this is fictional for the plot. i can’t answer these particular questions without spoiling things so you’ll just have to wait and see hahah (also yes, i would 100% support killing dean off as well)

4) this is another question i can’t answer atm 😭 i promise they will be answered in the story!!

yeah i’m getting a lot of flack but also the most reactions/emotions thus far sooo i can’t complain!! i love making yall stressed 🤣

[fallenclan]

Sorry I'm normal and perk up like a cat hearing a bird at any mention of Sunwish. (NOTE - need to think about 🧶 anon's ask some more rotate it in my head but i do concur largely and also am a little insane about it. Holding hands and skipping and singing tralala together as Sun & Scorch apologists respectively & wielder of them all)

IN FOCUS THOUGH. Ohh... I have to wonder about Sun and Morning's relationship. Sun wasn't amongst those openly mourning Morning, to my memory, but I have to think. I have to wonder. Morningbloom was strict and a good kitsitter; Sunwish was righteous and a good listener. Morningbloom was 19 moons when Sunwish was 12 moons - feasibly someone Sun would've looked up to, as an older warrior apprentice then warrior. Morningbloom was the first cat - the only cat, according to my notes - to die directly under Sunwish's paws as the clan's sole medic. (Nettlestem was found dead, I believe? Mauled on a walk.) (Though you COULD speculate she might've been found alive for drama, if you want - probably a case of Sun being in the wrong place, not having the right herbs, or just not being able to repair that kind of damage. Either way, she mourns her.) I have to wonder.

Did Sunwish aspire to be like Morningbloom, of who we saw little, but seemed a respectable warrior? Did Morningbloom appreciate Sunwish's company while she was in the medicine den with a broken spine; did she think her hard-headed righteousness was cute? Did Sunwish appreciate Morningbloom's, prickly* though she could be? For some reason Morning gives me the vibe of someone who's just nice company in general, good to sit with. Heart-rendingly, I can't help but wonder - if Morningbloom was a good kitsitter, Sunwish a good listener, did she tell her about the little cats she'd looked out for before** in those nights she was stuck on bedrest? Reminiscing, maybe laughing off some of Sunwish's dread at the prospect of having to see to some arrive safely someday as the clan's medic, smiling around some casual reassurance. Did Sunwish believe it? Did Morningbloom?

Did she still, as she laid dying under her paws?

[1/2] (- 🐈‍⬛)

THIS IS MAKING ME SO UNWELL WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WTFFFFFFFFF

just. first of all. the final painful edition fucking FLOORED me. i literally stopped and put my head in my hands physically what the FUUUUCK thats so fucked up wtf. holy shit and that just makes me wonder if Oaktuft ever knew that Scorchstar was the one that killed Sunwish. and if they would have felt guilty about it. AUGH???

Morningbloom and Sunwish. oh fuuuck they are making me feel ILL. because i can look back at my drawings fairly easily i can tell you that Sunwish was NOT one of the cats to mourn Morningbloom but i am completely disregarding this bc like. could you fucking imagine. Morningbloom spent all those moons in the medicine den healing her broken spine. they HAD to have talked a bit, maybe even been friends? a little? and yeah Morningbloom grew a little crush on her but WHAT IF. Sunwish finally let slip how much she hated being a medicine cat. and Morningbloom promised once she got better she would teach Sunwish some battle moves or hunting moves. and maybe she DID. maybe the two of them in their spare time went out on faux patrols like Sunwish was a real warrior. maybe Morningbloom was the one to cheer when Sunwish caught her first prey. do you think that Sunwish would have finally grown some hope about her situation, and dreamed that one day she might be a warrior? do you think that when Morningbloom died, her hopes did too?

another thing you're right about is Morningbloom fr has haunted the narrative SO much. arguably more than any other clan founder??? i mean. Scorchstar, Nettlestem, Oaktuft, they were all old and relatively fulfilled when they died. Wildfang didn't really have time to leave an impact on the clan. Sunwish is obviously another story but MORNINGBLOOM. even though she died on only like moon 25 you can FEEL her impact through the story. she's haunting it. imagine how Sunwish felt. even if there WAS nothing she could do, i bet thats not what she told herself. hell, I bet that's not even what Scorchstar told her. even if Morningbloom's ghost didn't really haunt her. maybe all the sleepless nights... idk. i have thoughts.

but FUCK when Sunwish died????? and Morningbloom is like. There. yknow. the physical manifestation of your failure at the one duty you were permitted to do. the only path you were allowed to follow. the death on your paws. standing right in front of you and smiling???? unreal. i bet the first words out of Morning's mouth were assurances that it wasn't Sunwish's fault, it was never Sunwish's fault.

do you think they spend their free time in Starclan practicing hunting moves?

[sarifinasnightmare]

Rocky Road

Rating: For Everyone

Pairing: Sarah x Bucky

Author's Note: Sorry it's late. Had to track down my laptop!

Summary: Cass and AJ convince Bucky to buy them ice cream.

July 14-21: AJ and Cass Wilson 

Bucky considered it a real privilege to go out with Cass and AJ. For so long he only knew the sounds of violence or the silence that accompanied death. Hearing the boys goof around the forested path, running, climbing, chattering and laughing was music to him, reminding him of those faded, sepia-toned memories of him and Steve causing chaos on the streets of Brooklyn.  

The boys found some long sticks and started dueling with them, making lightsaber sounds as they argued about who was Darth Maul and who was Obi-Wan. Bucky smiled, remembering a similar argument with Steve on who would be Douglas Fairbanks. 

He patiently followed them, enjoying the childhood memories the boys provoked mingling with the scuffing of his boots on the dirt path.  

“Uncle Bucky do you fight with swords??” Cass called out from between the trees. 

“Knives, no sword.” He called back. 

“Oh…on guard!” the boy shouted before poking his brother with the end of the stick. 

“Ack!” AJ went, falling back, then tripped, sliding down the little hill accidentally. 

Bucky was quick to catch him before his head landed on anything. “You okay buddy?” 

“Yup!” the young boy said, bouncing on his feet with youthful energy.  

His older brother skidded down to them. “It’s hot. Can we have ice cream?” 

“Ice cream. Haven’t had that in decades.” Bucky realized. 

The boys were aghast. “You need some ice cream, stat!” 

“Did they have a lot of flavors back then or was it only vanilla??” AJ asked as they grabbed his hand and tugged him homeward. 

“Uh we had more than vanilla. They still have Rocky Road?”  

“YES!” 

________________--- 

Sarah walked out the house to greet them. “AJ look at those jeans! Dust yourself off before you come in this house.” 

“Uncle Bucky is taking us to get some ice cream!” Cass said as they bypassed the house and ran to the truck. 

“We have ice cream here.” She said, folding her arms across her chest. 

“But he wants Rocky Road! He hasn’t had ice cream in decades, Mom. Decades! He needs good ice cream!”  

She turned her arched gaze at the man who’s slowly becoming a family friend and maybe something more. “Is that a fact?” 

Bucky shrugged. “They said they knew the location for the best ice cream.” He added. “I’d be more than happy to buy you a sherbet. My treat.” 

He had that flirty gleam in his eyes and Sarah couldn’t stop the smile that spread on her face. “I’m more of a two scoops on a waffle cone kind of girl.” 

“Then that’s what the lady will get.” He grinned as he opened the passenger door with a flourish. Cass and AJ piled in the back. 

“Come on, Mom! Ice cream!” 

Three handsome boys wanting to treat her. Why not? 

_____________--- 

Bucky gallantly opened the door for them as they entered the Baskin Robbins. The boys quickly pressed up against the icy cold glass of the dipping cabinets. 

“See, they have Rocky Road, Uncle Bucky!” AJ pointed it out. 

“Okay boys just one scoop. No need to get greedy.” Sarah said.

Bucky opened a chair for her. “You still want two?” 

“Damn right. Mint n’ Chocolate Chip and Cookies n’ Cream please.” she said taking the seat. 

Bucky winked and grinned. “Coming right up.” 

She watched him as the boys took his attention away, eagerly taking advantage of his generosity. For a soldier out of place and out of time he showed an infinite amount of care and consideration. That secretly pleased her. Even though Sam was huffy about the idea of Bucky flirting with her, she was quite alright with it. It’d been a while since any man had given her any romantic attention and Bucky was persistent in a gentlemanly way. Now seeing him interact with the boys only made him more appealing. Oh dear, perhaps their flirtation can evolve to something more? 

Soon the boys squeezed in enjoying their scoops and Bucky joined them, enjoying a hearty helping of Rocky Road. 

“Does it taste the same?” Cass asked between licks of his triple chocolate and vanilla swirl. 

“It does. A little richer maybe.” Bucky said sampling some. “Definitely more marshmallows than before.” 

Sarah used a spoon to elegantly enjoy her two scoops. “Eat your ice cream guys. Let Bucky enjoy his first ice cream in a while.” 

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. They remind me of me and Steve.” He sighed. “Good memories.” 

Sarah smiled faintly. “You really mean that, don’t you?” 

“Why would I lie?” He glanced around admiring and envying the simple joy that a scoop of ice cream brought to them. “I’m eating my favorite ice cream with two great kids and their beautiful mom.” 

Sarah smiled bashfully and hid behind her ice cream. 

“Oooh!” Cass teased.  

AJ made kissy noises. 

The adults laughed then shared a secretive look before enjoying their treats. 

[blimbo-buddy]

Now I'm just upset I sent like 1k words of lore and it ends up being a ghost? Tumblr??? Why??

Anyways yeah poor Waffles was created so I can show that the clans really want to scare the kittypets away and stuff.

Dunno what happened with the humans and honestly don't care to create a reason so they just disappeared one day. Many cats did start crying and that's how the kingdoms formed at first. They started forming groups to support each other because a lot of cats did have deep emotional bonds with their owners.

They learned how to open the bags and cans and breaking out their trapped friends inside of the homes that were locked. (The raccoons helped by smashing in some windows lmao).

Tiny doesn't exist because I fused him with Rusty and that's why Scourge as we know doesn't exist in Kittypet Kingdoms.

The dogs were kind of peeved off on the behalf of their packmates and some who knew how to eloquently speak cat almost went off on a clan cat before being dragged back.

Barley and his barn are neutral grey area for the kingdoms and the clans. They respect this dude's wish to live in peace.

Also, the kittypets found a way to use fire. It's just the raccoons perfected it and then it went from there.

The clan cats were absolutely offended to try and be bribed with "trash" when I have read your twolegplace culture and they were being bribed with what these cats considered treasure. Their toys. Their special little blankets. Even their cans of tuna.

Most of the kittypets were offended the fuck off and had to be dragged back by force to not cause a fight.

Waffles is scarred for life and while he does joke about it from time to time. It was rather truly traumatizing to have him be pinned down and feel his tail be torn away from him to send a message to the other kittypets. He was kind of never the same.

They could've taken his eye. One of his ears. Given him a nasty scar on his body but they took his tail and that's what makes it worse. He was created to show that most of the clan cats can't be reasonably be reasoned with.

He walked in on a Gathering, they heard him out. They heard the humans are gone and most of them agreed that, "Hmm, yes, the twolegs are gone we can take the land for ourselves and go back to the times before all of this. Starclan sent this as a message for a brighter future. Come here little kittypet. Here's what's gonna happen if you and your little friend decide to stay and not leave when asked."

That's haunting!

God, that fucking sucks dude I'm sorry that ended up happening. Tumblr sucks ass.

Honestly I don't mind that there isn't a specific cause towards the disappearance of the humans, I think it adds a bit of mystery that won't be solved. Poor Kittypets though, imagine one day you find your house empty with none of your Housefolk in sight, I like how that led to the formation of the Kingdoms, it builds a sense of community and builds a strong bond between those who were affected the most.

I feel like I remember you talking about making "Scourge" some kind of patron to the Kittypet Kingdoms but I could be misremembering, feel free to correct me on that. I think Tiny and Rusty being put into one character for this AU can lead to a lot of interesting ideas. It's good to know that Barley is just trying to live in peace and the Kingdoms respect his wishes (surprised the Clans respected his wishes but I digress). I'm sure that the raccoons helped the Kittypets with how to safely create fire without burning themselves. I'd imagine that while yeah, the cats have thumbs, with your word about Racoon thumbs generally being more capable, I think that it'd be hard for cats to hold tools to make fire.

I would very much imagine some dogs holding every fiber of their being back from mauling a clan cat to death, I don't blame em. Also makes a lot of sense for the Kittypets to be offended back at the fact that the Clans considered their prized possessions and treasure, "trash". Again, don't blame the Kittypets who wanted to beat the fuck out of the Clan cats, but also they're stronger than me, it would have been on sight for me.

Poor Waffles, man. I guess sometimes you need to show the unwilling and violent nature of the clans through some form of writing. But also, fuck, imagine how horrible he feels after realizing that he gave the Clans vital info about the disappearance of the Twolegs and feeling like he's the cause of their frequent raids and attempted take-overs of some of the Kingdoms. He feels like he's doomed them all.

Overall this is such good ideas you got cooking up! Really gets you thinking about something else too. How many cats in the Clans don't share the same sentiment towards the Kingdoms, how many cats in the Clans are tolerant of them? Are they scared to voice their opinion because they fear punishment? Such a terrifying idea.

[violetfoxviolarose]

N.E.R.D.S. Incorrect Quotes pt. 4

Back on my shit once again lmao. I really need to write some prompts for these guys.

Anyway, whatever. Enjoy my friends!

Ruby: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Jackson: What changed your mind? Ruby: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you. ~~~~~ Heathcliff, to the Squad: I’d die for you. Matilda: Then perish. Julio: You will. Ruby: Please don’t. Duncan: Cool. Jackson: I’d die for you first. ~~~~~ Julio: We need to distract these guys. Jackson: Leave it to me. Jackson: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Duncan & Heathcliff: *immediately begin arguing* ~~~~~ Julio: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie. ~~~~~ Jackson: We’re having a moment, aren’t we? Heathcliff: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are. ~~~~~ Heathcliff: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Julio: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Matilda: Ya know… it might be. ~~~~~ Ruby: So I was just having a conversation with Julio about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere! Julio: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time. Ruby: Like… who the fuck put this hole here???? And why???? Julio: Exhaust? Ruby: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA. Julio: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole… Ruby: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive. Julio: We're onto something here! Ruby: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole. Julio: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole. Ruby: His lightsaber does though. *Julio thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fall down holes* Julio: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side. Ruby: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side. Julio: Fair point. ~~~~~ Duncan: HEY HEY HEY! DON’T TOUCH THOSE! Matilda, touching a figurine: Why? What’s wrong with touching a doll? Duncan: THAT IS NOT A DOLL! This is a figurine, thank you very much. Julio, from afar: IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL! Matilda: FIGURINE MY ASS! IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL— as Julio said! Duncan: I hate all of you. That is a limited edition figurine I got from a conventio— Matilda: *Drops figurine on the ground* Duncan: —n. It was $100; all my money just went down the fucking drain. ~~~~~ Heathcliff: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are. ~~~~~ Jackson: Go big or go home! Duncan: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Jackson: I'm going big! ~~~~~ Ruby: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds. Jackson: Forty five seconds?!? Ruby: No! I said four TO five seconds. Jackson, hugging Ruby: Too late ~~~~~ Ruby: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Jackson's birthday invitations. Duncan: Well, what are they supposed to say? Ruby: "Jackson's birthday" Duncan: So what do they say instead? Ruby: "Jackson's bi" Duncan: Duncan: Works either way. ~~~~~

Ruby: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader. ~~~~~ Duncan: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under. ~~~~~ Heathcliff: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there? Matilda: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before. Heathcliff: Heathcliff: *sob* Jackson: You fucking scared him, you idiot ~~~~~ Julio: You know the sound a fork makes in a garbage disposal? That's the sound my brain makes all the time. ~~~~~ Jackson: If you want my advice- Duncan: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your girlfriend. Multiple times. Jackson: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, she’s also tried to kill me. Heathcliff: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder. ~~~~~ Jackson, Heathcliff & Ruby: *screaming* Duncan: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Ruby?! Jackson: Wait, why are you asking Ruby that when Heathcliff and I are also here? Duncan: Because Ruby wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance. ~~~~~ *Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Jackson: Thanks fam! Matilda: Oh no. Duncan: *cries* I love you too. Heathcliff: Sounds fake, but okay. Ruby: *A flustered mess* Julio: Can I get a refund? ~~~~~ Julio: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throw empty box out* Hi! Ruby: Hey- what are you doing? Julio, shoving an oreo into his mouth: I am saving space! :D ~~~~~

Jackson: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to? Ruby: Schrödinger's boys. Julio: FUCK! Heathcliff: What about cracking open a cold milkshake? Duncan: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do. Duncan: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison. Jackson: … Ruby: … Julio: … Heathcliff: … Duncan: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town. ~~~~~ Ruby: Stressed. Matilda: Depressed. Julio: Possessed. Jackson: Obsessed. Duncan: Impressed. Heathcliff: Chicken breast. Everyone: ... What? Heathcliff: I just wanted to join in.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Knd x AWISC part 7.(Warning: more transphobia and homophobia.)

(The two brothers arrive at school, park the car, and enter the building, they go to talk to Carter and Linda before class starts.)

Linda: Monty, Benedi-

(Benedict hugs Linda as silent tears ran down his face.)

Linda: What's wrong, Ben?

(Benedict doesn't answer, he just continues to hug her and cry silently.)

Linda: Monty, what happened?

Monty: He had a nightmare where you died...

Linda: Oh...It's okay, it was just a nightmare...

Benedict: I hope I never hurt you.

Linda: Huh?

Benedict: I accidentally ran you over in the nightmare.

Linda: You could never hurt me, so don't worry about it.

(Benedict continues to cry and Monty, Linda, and Carter try to find a way to cheer him up.)

Carter: Say, how about I invite you, Monty, and Linda to my place on Saturday, will that make you feel better?

Benedict: You mean like when we were kids?

Carter: Yeah, just the four of us rolling in the dirt and playing in the woods like the good old days, we can even make dinner together.

Benedict: I would love that...

Carter: I knew you'd say yes. Oh, but you do know all of my siblings are gonna be there, right?

Benedict: So?

Carter: Well the family has grown since the last time you three have visited.

Monty: By how much?

Carter: Two.

Monty: Two?

Linda: Doesn't that mean you have six little siblings now?

Carter: Yeah.

(The three take a bit to fully process the information.)

Monty: That won't be a problem for me.

Linda: Me neither.

Carter: How about you, Benedict?

Benedict: I'm sure I can adjust.

Carter: Alright then, can't wait to spend all Saturday with you guys, bye.

(The four say goodbye and went on their separate ways.)

Kenneth: Hello, Eggs Benedict.

Benedict in thought: (God, I hate that stupid nickname!)

(Kenneth noticed that Benedict made an angry face similar to his.)

Kenneth: Are you really a sheep?

Benedict: What?

Kenneth: You say you're a sheep but you seem to snarl like a fellow dog.

Benedict: I don't snarl like a dog.

Kenneth: Yes you do, your angry face looks just like mine, see?

(He shows Benedict his angry face.)

Kenneth: So, why don't you just admit to actually being a fellow canine?

Benedict: You know, you're being inconsiderate!

Kenneth: I am?

Simon: Mrow...

Kenneth: I have been...

Benedict: Yeah, not only did you touch my tail without permission, you call me Eggs Benedict without considering that it might piss me off and even had the audacity to assume I'm a canine just because I have a few canine behaviors.

Kenneth: I'm so sorry and you're right, I am being inconsiderate, I've been trying to work on that.

Benedict: I accept your apology.

Kenneth: You don't have to answer this, but why do you have a few canine behaviors?

Benedict: It's because Monty and I were adopted and raised by a wolf, so I kind of adopted some of her behaviors.

Kenneth: Okay.

Mrs.Flutterby: Alright, everyone, it's time for class.

Kenneth: See you later, Benedict.

Benedict: See you later, Kenneth.

(Benedict goes through his classes and went to drama club where he reunited with Monty, Carter, and Linda.)

Benedict: Hey, guys.

Monty, Carter, and Linda: Hi, Benedict.

Mr.Eucalus: Alright, Everyone, Timothy has picked the roles for everybody.)

Timothy: Zoe will be the main character, Isabella, a female predator trying to get predators and prey to stop fighting and live in peace. I will be Richard, Isabella's handsome boyfriend, that dies a tragic death. Jacob will be the leader of the prey army who is mauled to death by Isabella to end the war and the other prey will be the prey soldiers while Ramona will be the leader of the predator army and the other predators will be the predator soldiers.

Linda: How do you know my dead name!?

Timothy: I paid the principal to give me the folder that contains your real name.

Benedict: Mr.Eucalus, this shit should be illegal!

Mr.Eucalus: I'm sorry, but money rules our society.

Timothy: That's right, you can't do shit, you cross-dressing f**got supporter.

Benedict: Go to Hell!

MS.Barkson: Benedict, please calm down.

Benedict: But Timothy's being a an insufferable piece of shit!

MS.Barkson: I know, but there's nothing we can really do.

Benedict: (growls)

(After drama club ended, Benedict complains about how shitty Timothy has made everyone's lives since he got here.)

Benedict: Timothy has made everyone's life a living Hell!

Arthur: I know, right!

Benedict: Right, I wish a predator would just brutally tear him apart!

Arthur: I would tear him apart myself if I was a predator, how about you?

(Benedict feels hesitant about saying yes because it might bring out predatory instincts.)

Benedict: I don't know, as satisfying it would be, I don't think it would be worth being sent to life in prison.

Arthur: That's understandable, but for me, I wouldn't care if I went to jail, as long as that asshole was finally dead.

Monty: Hey, Benedict, are you coming?

Benedict: Yes, brother. Goodbye, Arthur.

Arthur: See you, Benedict. If you ever need someone to talk to when Timothy is infuriating you, I'll be here.

Benedict: Thank you...

The end of part 7

[nghtshroud]

They don’t like strangers. Danny gives him a glance out of the side of his eye with the comment, uncertain if he thought Kurt was stating the obvious because he was nervous, or if he thought that he had not already noticed. His lips purse slightly but he doesn’t offer any outward response otherwise. Dogs were no new hazard to the job. More often than not he chose to avoid the houses that had them, but he couldn’t let people think that the mutts would really keep them safe. Had he not been sitting there next to Kurt he might have chuckled with the thought of people going out and buying a dog just so they could avoid being the next name in the paper. Hah.

“So long as you can keep them under wraps, I am sure we will all get along just fine,” he finally replies once Kurt has stopped talking. Danny was not used to having to listen or even talk to someone in any capacity outside of his work- both day, and night jobs. How many victims out there had he spent a good chunk of time taunting? When they were worming around on the ground, desperate for someone to come save them, he’d poke and prod, just to make their deaths take a little bit longer. It was fun listening to them try to beg out of being stabbed again; oh, did that hurt? Sorry, let me try again. 

At least Kurt seems to take the hint and quiets himself before Danny has to say anything about it. It gives him some time to think. What type of routine would a boring person perform while home? What did a normal person do after a long day at work? He would enter, appraise the dogs and meet their needs, set them outside. Walk from the door and take off his tie, toss it onto the back of the couch. From there he goes.. Where? To the fridge, perhaps. How many of his main characters went right for a cold beer and sat their sad, boring selves into the couch to watch whatever mundane bullshit passed as news for that day. He would emulate, settle into the couch or the recliner and watch the colors slide by for an hour or so. After that, another beer? Perhaps a retreat to the bedroom. Or, he should let the dogs in first. Dogs, then before bed rituals. He wouldn’t delve that deep into it. The realism of watching every single motion of a person where they were the most comfortable wasn’t needed for something like this. Danny isn’t about to waste any more time on this than was necessary, not for Kurt. 

Danny waits a beat when they arrive and Kurt is already out of the car, summoning his dogs, and only after they collide with the guy does he step out. His eyes roam over the junkyard with a look spared over to where the detective had been mauled. Clean as could be. It wasn’t his first time back since the incident but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about it. That was the most recent development in his anger, a rage that rarely got to see the light of the moon. Very briefly he ponders the question; does Kurt realize that it very well could have been him, instead? Does he realize that if the detective had not arrived when he did, Danny would have carved him open like a Thanksgiving turkey and never looked back?

Blinking when Kurt starts talking again, his attention drifts over towards the pair of dogs. 

“Michael,” he lies while looking Kurt straight on. Pausing after that his gaze drops down back onto Luna and Dozier, a small hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He may have not been an animal lover, but he does understand that showing them kindness could work wonders. Hell, he remembers one time he hadn’t realized his target picked up a puppy the day before he was planning to break in. The small, innocent pup had been all over him when he entered the living room, and nearly ruined the months of planning. Fortunately for him the little idiot had only been excited, and did not try to bite or bark. It was an early retreat and a whole new month of creating a new design before he killed the owners. 

Crouching down and offering a hand out to the both of them, he waits until both seem at least somewhat comfortable with his gesture before fully reaching out to pet them. He takes turns petting and rubbing behind their ears, under their collars, mumbling soft praise at how good they are. It is probably the softest display of affection that anyone would ever get to see out of someone like Danny. 

Satisfied that the dogs are content with his greeting, he is peering upwards towards Kurt, a hand still on Luna and petting her head. 

“If you are not confident that you can get around them, we can try without them inside the house. Not every target will have pets.” 

Kurt is quick to nod, the ever dutiful student, who commits each word to memory as if it would be on a test later. In this instance, however, it actually would be. Kurt was being tested, his ability to hide, to deceive, to creep through homes while the occupants inside were none the wiser. This was a far difference from Kurt's previous MO, preferring to kill in the comforts of his own car and his own land. His territory, as it were. He knew the layout of the junkyard like the back of his hand. Breaking into homes is breaking into entirely different playing fields, any number of random occurrence could get him caught. Still, Kurt's own killings hadn't been easy and, in fact, were even more dangerous in certain regard. All the evidence was directly in Kurt's own back seat, the trunk, littered all over and burnt and buried in at his home. Inside his home, even. If he could get away with his, get away with kill a cop, he was certain he could learn how to infiltrate homes, especially with Ghost Face teaching him. He went through all the effort of putting his own time aside for Kurt! The entire day for him! All for him!

" They don't like strangers, " Kurt echos the sentiment he figured Ghost Face might have. They were good dogs, very sweet and gentle if they knew who you were. They were a little bit up there in years by then and had guarded the junkyard since Kurt was just a kid. Lovable puppies, always ready to greet him when he got home and keep him company at night. Of course, the two of them were guard dogs at the end of the day and though Kurt knew their sweet side better than anyone, he was also witness to just how aggressive the two could be. He'd seen more than a handful of angry trespassers yelling at his family for their dog bites and he'd seen just what these dogs could really do. Trapping two defenseless, hapless victims inside his junkyard and unable to move. He'd seen the dogs rip chunks of flesh and muscle from their faces, the blood splattering across the hood of his car, their screams giving way to wet, gurgled death rattles. He gave them extra treats that night. After their baths, of course.

" But you'll be okay with me, at least until they know you. Their names are Luna and Dozier. Luna's wearing the purple collar, Dozier wears blue, but he's also got some white spots on him. They're good dogs, really well trained, like actual guard dogs, you know? They were grandpa's and he was pretty protective of the junkyard, " It was practically their only source of income and it wasn't as if it was all to prestigious. It was a privately owned junkyard, after all, and he figured the only reason they stayed afloat was because of just how old it was. Family owned, or whatever. The drive back home was familiar, if quiet. A strange thing for Kurt, someone who was usually so talkative and eager to speak, but he'd learned Ghost Face was someone that probably preferred it to be quiet. He wanted to speak up, wanted to say so many things to him, questions and praise. A starstruck fan full of pure adoration. He chewed on his lip as they drove, glancing every so often at Danny out of the desire to just look at him, the disbelief he was in his car, and simple curiosity. He wondered what Danny was thinking, if he was even thinking anything at all. What did he think of him so far? Was he impressed or still looking for a reason to care?

Kurt felt grateful for when they arrived home because it finally gave him some reason to start speaking up to Ghost Face again. He parks the car as usual and steps out into the Californian heat, almost missing the air conditioned interior of the car. He takes a second to look around before he raises a hand to his mouth and a loud whistle echos, sharp and quick, over the junkyard. It's only a handful of seconds before two dogs are dashing out from behind discarded cars and bounding up to Kurt as if they hadn't seen him in months. He's on one knee, arms outstretched as the two dogs practically collide with him, shutting his eyes and turning his head away as they attacked his face with her tongues. " Okay, okay, " Kurt sounded amused, almost happy with their display of affection before he pushes the two dogs back with his arms and gives them a much sterner sit command. They back off almost immediately, their eyes focused on Kurt until he turns to motion for Ghost Face to approach. It's only then the dogs turn, eyes fixed on him, ears perk. Curious, cautious, though not hostile. " They won't bite. Just, you know... let them sniff you first? So they know what you smell like and, like... talk to them. They're probably gonna end up licking you if they like you, so if you want them to stop, just tell them to sit and that usually gets them off. So, like I said before, the one on the left is Dozier and the one on the right is Luna. Luna, Dozier, this is... uh... " Kurt trails off as he looks at the dogs then back to Ghost Face. Ghost Face. Yeah, that was... that was who he was, but it wasn't... his name. Huh. For a second there, Kurt almost looks panicked, as if he forgot his name and would look like an idiot for that fact. He gives him a sheepish smile.

" I... I never asked about your name, but it's, like, totally fine if you don't want to tell me. "

[ultimatelytired]

Savory

word count: 7225

Fandom: IRL!MCYT Pairing: Quackity x Male!Reader Pronouns: He/Him Relationship: Romantic Occupation: Baker Ability: N/A

Keys:

[M/N]: Male Name [H/C]: Hair Color [E/C]: Eye Color [D/N]: Dog Name

Warnings: cringey

I like making my oc’s and even readers really tall, fight me.

this is hella gay and it hurts my brain because I rushed it.

that is all.

Dammit.

That was the only thought going throughout Quackity’s mind as he ran along the streets, why you may ask. Simple really, it’s because he lost his gorgeous pet cat, Tiger. Sure, he knew that Tiger was quite adventurous and most certainly feisty, but never would have thought that Tiger would run off so suddenly as he did, he immediately sprung into action and fled his house in search of his dear sweet pet cat.

“Tiger! Oh please, where did you go? Tiger!” he called out rather frantically, soon enough, worry started to arise when countless scenarios started playing throughout his head. What if Tiger got hit by a car? What if Tiger got mauled by another animal? What if someone took his cat?! Now the panic was starting to kick in and he was searching in a more frantic manner, running up and down the footpath while continuously calling out his cat’s name. When everything seemed dire, he heard the sound of soft laughter, he turned his head and he couldn’t help but freeze up at the sight before.

He wasn’t really one to act as flustered as he did at the very moment with his outgoing and flamboyant personality, but he really couldn’t help it at what was before him. He also had to agree that George had the pretty privilege and was most certainly gorgeous, but this guy took the cake. Short/Long [H/C] hair with strikingly bold [E/C] eyes, even from a fair he could tell that this rather attractive male had quite a broad and muscular body and that smile that graced his face that caused a slight tint of red to dust his cheeks as he played with a cat. Wait-- cat? He took a closer look and his eyes widened in a mixture of relief and shock at the sight of Tiger curled up beneath this man, showing his underside so he could scratch his belly.

“Hey! That’s my cat!” he shouts as he rushes over, this sudden commotion caused the man to stop petting Tiger and raise his head to turn over to where Quackity was currently rushing over, he nearly stumbled over his own footing when his [E/C]’s landed on him.

“Oh? I’m sorry.” he apologized, he tried standing to his feet but laughed when Tiger launched himself forward and clung onto the shirt of the stranger, who laugh as he held Tiger close so he couldn’t fall, laughing even more when the cat curled up in his arms and started purring when he started scratching under his chin “I didn’t know he was yours, kind of distracted me when he was sprawled all over the footpath.” Quackity returned the kind smile with a rather nervous one, rubbing the back of his neck when he realized just how tall the man in front of him was, probably about 6″3-4ft tall.

“It’s no problem. Thought I lost him, I’m just glad he’s alright.” the stranger nods his head and watched as the shorter one of the two reached forward to take his cat back, now it was Quackity’s turn to laugh when he saw how much trouble the stranger was having giving his cat back. When Tiger felt the man was no longer going to hold him, he started letting out meows while clinging onto his shirt, crying out louder when Quackity tried taking him back “I am so sorry.” the stranger just shakes his head.

“Oh, not at all. For some reason, animals tend to love me. I grew up with a lot of pets and my folks call me the animal whisperer with how much our pets loved me.” a couple minutes went by and Quackity wasn’t able to get Tiger to let go of the attractive stranger so he let out a sigh, hands pressing against the lower side of his back as he stared at his cat that soon climbed out of his arms and was now resting on his shoulders.

“I really am sorry about him, he’s not usually like this.” he only hummed, reaching up and scratching under his chin once more.

“He’s a real cutie he is.” he then offers his hand to the shorter man, polite smile on his face “I’m [M/N] by the way, thought you’d want to know.” Quackity’s eyes perked up at that and took his hand.

“Um, my name is Alexis! But people call me Alex.” he nods his head before pointing at the cat “Oh, his name is Tiger.” [M/N]’s eyes lit up at what he said.

“Tiger? Aw, such a cute name.” he cooed.

“Do you have any pets?” his eyes lit up once more.

“Of course.” he then turned his head, raising his hand and bringing his fingers to his lips before letting out a sharp whistle “[D/N], come!” he shouts, Quackity turned his head to where [M/N] was looking at was startled at the sight of a merle great dane barreling over to where they were standing. [M/N] laughs as he grabs Tiger and raises him above his head when his dog tackled him to the ground, he let out an oof as his body landed on the ground with a thud but he still continued to hold Tiger above him so he wouldn’t get trampled by his dog 

“This is my great dane [D/N]!”

“He’s quite big.” [M/N] rolls his eyes as Quackity took his chance to finally take Tiger out of [M/N]’s hands without him fighting back.

“Of course he’s big, he’s a great dane my guy!” he exclaimed, Quackity knelt down and set Tiger down and he was rather thankful that his little furry companion decided to loiter around him, he laughed when [M/N]’s dog started licking his face but he managed to push his face away to get a breather “See? Animals love me.” he nods.

“Sure, I’ll believe that when I see you start talking to birds.” he pursed his lips at the thought.

“Don’t tempt me.” when his great dane managed to settle down, he rolled his neck and rubbed his back after taking the full impact of his weight and his dog’s, he then noticed [D/N] nuzzling his snout into Quackity’s thigh and he hummed softly “He likes you.”

“Eh? Really?” Quackity’s face flushes once more when [M/N] gave him a gentle smile as he nodded his head, scratching his dog behind the ears. 

“What’s unique is that [D/N] is usually so defensive around strangers, but he’s taken a liking to you.”

“R-Right.” the two of them continued to chatter, though they moved locations to a nearby bench so that they weren’t sitting in the middle of the footpath and out of the way of walking pedestrians, and they were overall enjoying each other’s company. [D/N]’s head was resting on [M/N]’s thigh as he nuzzled close into his owner’s side while Tiger nestled silently in Quackity’s lap, the latter calmly patting his cat as it slept. The two of them hadn’t even realized how long they were talking for until they saw the street lights beginning to turn on as the day turned into night, [M/N] gave Quackity an apologetic look as he stood to his feet, gently patting his dog’s head after the abrupt action.

“Oh! I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time.” now it was Quackity’s turn to stand up, being more careful as he held Tiger in his arms.

“No, no! Not at all, I actually enjoyed this afternoon.” he then looks to the side, his nervousness beginning to crawl up the back of his neck “I was also kind of hoping we could talk again.” [M/N] blinked at the request before smiling softly, he pulled out a pen from his wallet to pull out an old receipt and scribbled something down on the back of it, he tore off the needed part before scrunching up the waste and handing the other part to him.

“Call me when you’re free, yeah? Then I’ll know when I’m not taking up your time when you’re busy.” he then waves his hand to bid the other goodbye before walking off with [D/N] by his side, yipping and barking while jumping side to side then following his owner home. Quackity continued to stand there like a fool before letting out a long groan, the soft blush on his cheeks continuing to grow as his hand tightened into a fist, accidentally crumbling [M/N]’s phone number.

“Dammit.”

Quackity was soon looking forward to having conversations with [M/N], he most certainly had the best humor when it came to the entire Dream SMP, but [M/N] was just so goddamn comedic there would be hours where the two of them are just talking while making jokes. It soon became a competition between the two of them to see who could make the other laugh first or the most, so far Quackity was the reigning champion between them but [M/N] wasn’t too far behind. Currently, Quackity was laying in his bed with his phone beside his head and there he was chuckling softly at the sound of [M/N]’s boisterous laughter sounding from his phone’s speaker.

”Come on, that joke was funny!” [M/N] cried out, he snorted to himself when he could tell that [M/N] was clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh, to which he only shook his head.

“I see that I am the ultimate victor when it comes to comedy since now you’ve resorted to dad jokes and puns in order to get me to laugh.” the latter snorts, wiping away a tear that shed.

”Dad jokes and puns are funny.” Quackity rolls his eyes, rolling onto his side so that he was facing his phone, smiling softly as [M/N]’s icon shun whenever he spoke, the light illuminating his darkroom.

“It depends on what joke.”

”Alright, I have another one for you!” Quackity shook his head once more, resting his cheek onto his closed fist as he closed his eyes, waiting for [M/N] to tell his terrible joke ”Why couldn’t the pirate finish the alphabet?” he hummed, genuinely trying to answer the joke but his mind came to a blank, maybe because it was the sound of [M/N] trying to stifle his laughter at the terrible joke.

“I don’t know, why?”

”Be... because he got lost at C!” it wasn’t the fact that it was the joke that made him laugh, it was the sound of [M/N]’s laughter that made him smile, maybe also the sound of a thud coming from his side of the line, he probably fell off wherever he was sitting because of how hard he was laughing “It’s such a terrible joke but it’s just so funny!” he exclaims, sniffling a little before taking deep breaths to calm himself.

“You have such terrible humor.”

”I do not!” they then both started laughing, soon the laughter died down and the two of them sat in their respective rooms in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was rather comfortable and the two of them basked in the silence as they listened to the sound of each other breathing softly. [M/N] closed his eyes as he leaned back in the chair he was resting on, he glanced at the time and noticed that it was already past midnight, he grimaced to himself and leans forward to apologize to Quackity but paused when he heard the soft sound of his snoring. His gaze softened a little as he stared down at his phone, he then chuckled softly as he picked up his phone and raised it to his lips “Sweet dreams, Alexis.”

[time skip: a few days later]

Quackity had gotten rather busy lately, with all his assignments from school and late-night streaming, he hadn’t really been able to converse with [M/N] overcall but rather having a few short conversations through text, but that was that. [M/N] also had his own things he had to take care of so he wasn’t necessarily that distraught when he would politely decline hanging out, a man’s gotta do to live, you know? He was now walking down the busy streets of California with no clear destination in mind, just a simple stroll and stopping here and there while casually listening to music blaring through his earphones.

’Hmm, I could really go for something sweet right now.’ he thought to himself, pursing his lips before taking a seat on a nearby bench, pulling his phone out, and thinking about [M/N] ’He did mention that he was in the food industry, maybe he might know a place or two.’ he shrugs his shoulders before scrolling through his contacts, pressing on [M/N]’s icon before letting it ring.

...

...

“Hello? [M/N] speaking, to whom am I speaking with?” he chuckled softly at the sing-song voice [M/N] used as he answered the phone, already knowing that the man on the other side of the phone knew exactly who it was.

“It’s the one and only.” the man on the other line perked up immediately at the sound of his voice.

”Alexis! Haha, what can I do for you? And not to be rude, I hope you can be a little quick, I’m kind of in the middle of work.” Quackity immediately felt bad for calling now knowing that his friend was in the middle of something.

“Oh, I am so sorry! I can call ba--”

”No, it’s fine, really!” [M/N]’s voice was sincere as he spoke, he couldn’t help but be a little flustered that he would take up his time just to talk to him over something so small, god, he felt embarrassed right now ”Now why did you call me? Is something the matter?” yeah, he was feeling really embarrassed now, he pressed a hand onto his face before looking to the side.

“No, it’s nothing major.” he groans to himself, throwing his head back “I was just feeling like eating something sweet right now and thought you could recommend someplace to eat.” his face flushed a shade of red when all he earned from the other male was silence.

”... hmm, where are you right now? Are you at home?” he shakes his head, before he could answer he heard [M/N] let out an oh ”Hold that thought.” he furrows his brows when he hung up, he let out a huff.

“Wow, rude much.” he sat there for a minute or two then perked up when he heard his phone ping, pulling it out, he saw that it was from him.

From: [M/N]  To: Alexis

look up.

“Look up?” he then heard tapping so he raised his head before jumping on the spot at the sight of [M/N], when he finally spotted him, he smiled softly and waved his hand to greet him. Before [M/N] ended the call, he looked at the window of the building he was in, and to his surprise, he saw Quackity sitting on the bench outside, quite the coincidence. He soon waved his hand to gesture for him to enter, and how could he refuse the opportunity to see his friend. He soon realized that the building he entered was a bakery of sorts that also served as a café, it felt very homey and it put his mind to ease, he then looked over the counter and saw his friend waving at him with a bright smile.

“Hello, I humbly welcome you to my café that produces baked goods of all kinds. Whether they’re the generic cupcake or brownies, or French pastries like Canelé or Crème Brûlée. You’ll find what you want here.”

“Wow, really? You own this place?” [M/N] huffs.

“Did you really just ignore everything I just said?” Quackity raises his hand, snorting a little at the offended look [M/N] was giving him.

“Well, what kind of reaction do you want me to give you? Do you want me to say “oh my god! You see all sorts of desserts for my fatass to eat? Wow, you’re a life savior!” no, but it is pretty cool.” he starts to laugh when [M/N] has him an unamused.

“Damn, alright.” he waves at his employees to take care of the other customers while he personally dealt with Quackity, he leaned against the glass case and smiled softly at him “Well, what can I get you sir? Is there anything appealing that you want?” he looks at the assortment of desserts before raising his head to look at [M/N], he thought for a minute before a devious smirk worked its way to his face.

“These all look certainly appealing, but,” [M/N] raised a brow in question when Quackity snapped his fingers then winked at him “the most delectable one I see is you.” [M/N]’s eyes widened slightly at the poor pick-up line, but that didn’t stop the slight pink flushing to the tips of his ears, Quackity thought he got him until he gave an answer.

“Unfortunately for you sir, I am not on the menu.” he gives a smirk of his own, leaning forward so that he was a few inches away from his face “I am a delicacy few can afford, so it’d be smart of you to choose wisely sir.” he giggles to himself when it was Quackity’s turn to be flustered, pursing his lips and turning his head away to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Okay... that was smooth.” he grins.

“Thank you. Now seriously, what do you want?” he went for the safe route and went for a Mexican Pan Dulce, one that would hit home, he had been missing Mexican cuisine so eating it again would definitely be nice. [M/N] shows him to a seat then sits with him, he stated he was on break so it should be fine to catch up a little “So how have you been? We haven’t been able to talk as of lately because we’ve both been busy, how’s your streaming been?” Quackity told him about his Twitch and YouTube channel a few weeks into their friendship and told him he could call him by his channel name but the latter was quite insistent on just calling him Alexis, saying that if he didn’t have a cool name to go by, they’ll both be addressed by their boring names.

“Well, walking into your café just reminded me what I wanted to do for a new video.” he quirked a brow, raising his cup of coffee to his lips, waiting for him to lay his new content idea on him “I wanted to do a cooking stream.” [M/N] claps his hands.

“How delightful, I’ll make sure to watch and make small comments on what you’re doing.” Quackity pursed his lips at the way he said it, he didn’t know if he was saying that to be nice or to poke fun at him.

“Well, since I now know your knowledge of cooking is quite out there, I was wondering if you would like to be a special guest on my cooking stream?” his eyes widened slightly once more at the suggestion, he then furrows his brows slightly.

“Alexis, cooking, and baking are two completely different things. To simplify, cooking is the broader category of food preparation methods, while baking is one of those methods. Cooking can be done a number of ways, while baking requires the use of indirect, dry heat from an oven to prepare food for eating.“ he pulled a face when he knew Quackity wasn’t listening to his explanation.

“... then it’ll be a baking stream!” [M/N] only shook his head with a sigh, but he laughed nonetheless “You don’t have to agree if you don’t want to, but we both know that I’ll fuck up everything without the proper supervision.” he watched as the [H/C] male lean back in his seat, rolling his fingers against the tabletop before shrugging his shoulders.

“Meh, sure, why not?” Quackity cheers “But it’ll cost yah.” he deflates.

“What?!” he then snorts.

“I’m pulling your leg.” they both hear a whistle so [M/N] glances over and saw one of his employees, they gesture to the clock so he glances down at his watch and pouts “Pity, it seems my break is already over. I was hoping to talk a bit more with you, but alas.”

“I’ll tell you when I’m planning on having my stream.” he nods.

“I’ll see you then, Alexis.” he winks before leaving to get back to work, he hums to himself, leaning back in his seat before munching on the pan dulce, now beginning to look forward to his next stream.”

[day of the stream]

“Pizza? I thought we were baking.” [M/N] said softly, putting down his bag and gently greeting Tiger as he entered Quackity’s humble abode, he also brought [D/N] and promised that his dog wouldn’t be too much trouble. He pursed his lips as he watched Quackity sit up in his kitchen before turning around to face him, tutting his finger.

“Pizza is a type of bread so bake is the correct term, however, you look at it.” he laughs when he saw the other roll his eyes, continuing to pet Tiger.

“Well, I’m sorry. I’m just used to baking sweet things, not savory, but I do know how to make a pizza.” he hums to himself when Quackity clapped his hands, a bright smile on his face. [M/N] watched silently as Quackity set up his PC and the camera, directing it to where they would be baking the pizza, he brought an extra pair of clothes just in case things got messy, he had watched a couple of Quackity’s videos and saw just how chaotic he was, but he was hilarious nonetheless.

“I’m almost ready setting up, oh! Here’s an apron.” [M/N] let out a laugh when he chucked it at him, he pulled it off his face before standing up and putting it on, tying the laces around his waist before pulling his hair back, making sure that flour wouldn’t be able to get in his hair.

“Is there anything you want me to do specifically, or no?” he hums at the question before shaking his head, giving him a smile and a thumbs up.

“Just be yourself.” he hummed at that, Quackity did tell him to wait, he was going to start his stream and greet his chat first before introducing them to his guest. Watching him was quite entertaining, seeing how he was able to hype his chat up to what he had in store for them, snorting to himself when he heard him claim how he was a “professional chef”, he shook his head at that. Quackity noticed this and spared him a knowing glance before looking back towards the camera, he rambled for a couple more minutes before clapping his hands “As you’ve already read in the title of the stream, we have a special guest that will be joining us today and helping us! Isn’t that exciting?” he glances at his PC to see the chat going crazy.

”Who is it?”

“Did you meet up with someone?”

“Karl?”

“A guest!”

“Alright, alright, calm down. He’s a friend of mine and he isn’t really a streamer or content creator, just your average joe.” [M/N] looked at him.

“Hey!” he shouts, this caused Quackity to throw his head back while laughing, he pats his chest to calm himself before throwing his arm out in the direction where [M/N] was sitting.

“Come on in, my friend! Come and introduce yourself to the chat.” he shook his head before getting up from where he saw sitting and walking into the camera shot, having to bend down slightly because the camera was pointing down at an angle that could fit Quackity and not himself.

“Hello~ I am the guest, my name is [M/N]. Nice to meet you all.” both himself and Quackity were blown away at how fast the chat was spamming messages and even donations, [M/N]’s eyes scanning them as fast as he could to read what they were saying.

“Awooga!”

“Sexy voice!”

“Gorgeous!”

“Tall hunk!”

”Wow, I believe your chat likes me.” he mumbles to himself, a soft blush rising to his cheeks as he continued to read the continuous compliments coming from the dozens of viewers, he then perked up when someone sent a donation.

ur_mom donated $5

Damn quackity, your friend lookin hella fine, if you know what I mean? he single? 

“Um, yes? I am single, but I’m not exactly looking for a relationship with a minor, please and thank you.” now the chat was roasting the hell out of the person who sent the dono, he laughs once more before glancing down at Quackity who had an offended look “Oh, come on now, don’t tell me you’re jealous that your viewers find me more attractive than you?” he scoffs, pushing him back with a laugh.

“Hell no! Looks isn’t everything, skill is key and I’ll demonstrate that through our cooking stream!” [M/N] pulls a face, placing a hand on his hip and leaning on his side.

“I literally own a bakery, I bake for a living. That’s the whole reason you invited me, remember?” they stood in silence for a couple seconds before Quackity pushes [M/N] away by his face and faces the camera once more.

“Today we will be making a pizza!” the chat begin to laugh when [M/N] swatted his hand away and gave him an offended look.

“Oi!” for the first half of the stream, [M/N] was practically stopping Quackity from harming himself, being floored when the man literally put his finger into boiling water to check if it was warm enough, he was surprised he hadn’t burned down his kitchen for how reckless he was.

“Alexis, I’m literally getting a headache with what you’re doing.” he says as he watched him mix the two cups of water and the yeast with a spatula all because he didn’t have a mixer, he slaps a hand onto his forehead when he then saw him pick it up and sniff the mix before coughing and gagging at the smell “I’m going to smack the shit outta you if you don’t stop that nonsense, boy.” Quackity laughs as he looks up at him.

“I know what you’re doing!”

“Mm hmm.” he then taps his shoulder.

“Then, I’ll leave this to you while I go prepare the flour.” he only sighs in response to that, taking the measuring cup of water and yeast and stirring it with a whisk instead, gagging himself at that smell that was coming from it “Where’s the bowl? Who the fuck stole my bowl?!” [M/N] only sighed as he shook his head, glancing over his shoulder.

“Look in your cupboards, Alexis, you didn’t pull any other bowls out.” he lets out an ah at that before crouching down and rummaging through his cupboards to look for a bowl, [M/N] squints at the abomination he was mixing, adding some more yeast in it just as Quackity returned with a bowl.

“Alright, we got the bow here.” he glances down at it and sighs, he changes his gaze to Quackity.

“That’s a strainer, not a bowl, keep looking.” he looks down at it before laughing, throwing it away and searching for a bowl once more, when he couldn’t find one he left the room calling for his mother and asking her where a bowl was, only later to return with one in hand.

“Ah! It was right in front of me.” he cheered, he then leaves once more to grab flour, showing it to the camera “Gluten free flour!”

“Gluten free? Damn.” Quackity smacks him in the arm before proceeding to look into the packet, opening it up and attempting to pour it into the bowl, [M/N] then looks up in thought before putting the measuring bowl to the side.

“What kind of yeast did you use again?” he asked, taking the box of yeast and reading through it.

“Vegan yeast.” he grimaces once more as he reads through it, he then glanced back at him.

“You do know that nutritional yeast is deactivated and will not rise, right?” just as he said that, a dono saying what he saw popped up.

...

...

“Anyways-” [M/N] closed his eyes, Quackity only laughed at his response before resuming the stream. Most of the time it’d be [M/N] pointing things out and giving detailed instructions on how to properly make the pizza, he had to admit, he knew he was nitpicking everything Quackity was doing, but he genuinely couldn’t help it when his main profession involved baking, but the latter didn’t mind whatsoever.

kazterboro cheered! x500

Can we get one flour handprint on that crisp black shirt?

“Goodness gracious.” [M/N] murmured softly, he eyed Quackity and grimaced slightly when he noticed that he was genuinely considering it.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think about it, flour is a hassle to get out of clothes until they are washed, I would know from experience, Alexis.” this only earned him a roll of the eyes as he mixed the flour with salt and yeast as he removed any cooking equipment from the counter that they won’t be needing anymore into the sink when the mixture turned into a dough and they were in the process of kneading it into its shape. [M/N] didn’t think much time went by when he turned away but by the time he returned, he saw Quackity had two flour handprints on his chest and they weren’t going away “... you better wash your hands with soap before you touch that dough.” he sulks but nods his head.

“Right.” he sighs with a laugh before rolling his sleeves up.

“I’ll knead the dough until you’ve finished, yeah? Shouldn’t take me too long.”

“Right, but I want to knead it too.” he nods before getting to work, Quackity was surprised because by the time he turned back around he saw that [M/N] had already kneaded the dough enough to the point he was able to spin it around on one hand while tossing it into the air before catching it spinning it around in one hand once more “What the hell? Barely a minute has passed and you’re already doing that?” [M/N] grins.

“My skill never fails to bring out the best in what I make.” Quackity continued to stare at him before reaching forward.

“Gimme a try.” he raised a brow.

“Sure you’re up for the task?” he waves his hand.

“Psh, how hard can it be?” this only earned him a quirked brow before [M/N] handed him the dough, five seconds later the dough he threw up and landed on his head. The two of them stood in silence before [M/N] burst out into laughter at how funny that was, he wiped away a tear before reaching forward and grabbing the edges of the dough, and lifting it up to take a peek at Quackity. There, he saw his face was a slight shade of red due to the fact that he made himself look even more foolish and he was avoiding his gaze.

“Now that was funny.” he says, he removes the dough from off of his head and chuckled when he noticed that his face was covered in flour “Perhaps you should leave this to me, huh?” Quackity did not like the mocking tone [M/N] was giving him so he removed his headphones off his head and let them hang on the microphone, he then took the dough from him and placed it down before grabbing a fistful of flour. He let out a gasp when Quackity threw the flour at his face, [M/N] coughed when he inhaled it before sneezing and waving his hand in the air to clear his vision.

“Not so funny now, is it.” [M/N] raised his head and stared down at him.

“Oh, it’s on.” the chat went wild as they watch the two grown men start throwing flour at each other and making a whole mess in the kitchen, laughing as they did and not even caring that they were going to have to clean it up in the end. They hadn’t known how much time and gone but [M/N] stopped to catch his breath, maybe it was the amount of flour in the air that caused him to start coughing or how much he was laughing, he stopped paying attention really. He took a step forward but paused when his foot slipped on the pile of flour beneath his foot, he panicked and reached forward, grabbing hold of Quackity but ultimately, they both collapsed to the ground “Ah... sorry.”

“No, no. We both should have seen this coming.” look down, Quackity froze up when he realized just how close he was to [M/N]. Pushing himself up, he realized that his hands were on either side of [M/N]’s head and his chest was pressed against his chest and his face was ridiculously close to his, he shuddered a little when he felt [M/N]’s hands gripping his thighs a little.

“Alexis?” when he opened his eyes, they both started to blush at the awkward position they were in, even more so when [M/N] tried to lift his head but that would result in them touching noses “Uh...” they laid there for a good couple seconds, wordlessly staring into each other’s eyes but they finally moved when [D/N] trotted over to them and licked Quackity’s face.

’Thank you [D/N] for breaking that awkward moment!’ Quackity screamed in his head before pushing himself completely off of [M/N] and waving his hand towards the camera, the chat spamming him about what happened.

“Sorry about that! Just a little mishap, that’s all!” [D/N] even graced the audience with his presence by jumping up and his front paws were on the counter, Quackity continued the next part of the stream while [M/N] continued to lay on the floor, face bright red but hidden as he covered his face with his hands.

’He was too close.’

[time skip: a few hours later]

[M/N] was currently in Quackity’s shower and he was having one of those deep shower thoughts running through his mind as he washed his body and hair of the flour that got on him when they had that little flour fight and when he collapsed to the grou-- he let out a silent shriek as he slapped his hands onto his face, face turning red once more as he remembered the feeling of Quackity on top of him as his hands tightly gripped his thighs... damn, his thighs were pretty thi--

“Stop!” he shouts as he slaps himself across the face, letting out a groan as he let his hands drag his face down. Quackity sat in his living room feeling refreshed by flustered himself, Tiger resting along his shoulders while [D/N] was resting his head on his lap. They finished the stream rather smoothly despite the little bit of tension in the air, but they didn’t let that get in their way from creating the abomination they called a pizza, [M/N] refusing to eat it in fear of getting food poisoning from their creation. He offered to clean the kitchen while Quackity had a shower first, insisting that it would be alright for him to do so, he let his head lean back but was mindful of Tiger.

“Dammit, stupid feelings. Why the hell do I feel like a school girl in those TV shows?” he muttered to himself before throwing his head forward, inwardly apologizing when both pets pulled away at the abrupt movement. His hands were pressed against his cheeks as he remembered the feeling of his thighs in [M/N]’s hands, the feeling of his breath fanning against his face along with the way his eyes didn’t seem to waver as they stared at each other “God am I gay...”

“You’re what?” he shot up and whipped his head to the point he was surprised he didn’t neck himself with how fast he moved, there he saw [M/N] in different clothes, towel hanging from his shoulders as his body steamed a little from the long hot shower “I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, good for you.” Quackity stood to his feet, face red once again as he shook his hands and head.

“No, no, no! No, I-I’m not-- no, I don’t-- dammit!” he shouts, slapping a hand to his forehead “You know how I am with the jokes, I’m was kidding... I’m no--.” he lets out a groan as he sits back down, head in his hands as he tried to calm himself, god he was having such a gay panic that he wanted to die. [M/N] took a seat beside him, keeping a distance to ensure that the other was comfortable and whether or not he should touch him or not comfort him.

“I understand, I guess I just misunderstood what you were saying, there’s no need to panic.” they sat in a comfortable silence until Quackity raised his head, eyes hesitating to meet his.

“... are we gonna talk about what happened?” a soft blush flushed onto his cheeks.

“What do you want to talk about? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” he shook his head.

“No! Not at all, honestly, I just wasn’t expecting it.” he raised his hands and pulled his beanie off his head, running a hand through his hair before messing with it “If I’m being honest, it was pretty gay.” [M/N] stared at him, he snorts before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty gay.” they both share a laugh before staring at each other, Quackity gasped softly when he noticed [M/N]’s hand was slowly inching towards his, stopping just a couple inches away as he raised his gaze to look at him. He was silently asking him if it was alright, he didn’t need a verbal response when he laced their fingers together before bringing their hands up so they could both see how Quackity held his much larger hand in his own. He caressed the male’s hand with his thumb, reveling in the feeling of his soft/rough palm against his own.

“This is very gay.” he nods.

“It is.” [M/N] pulls him slightly until they were close again, not attempting to hide how flustered he was getting, he gave Quackity’s hand a light squeeze as he stared at him with a soft and gentle gaze “Do you mind if I...?”

“Make it even gayer?” the latter rolled his eyes but nodded his head, Quackity didn’t have the voice to answer him so he meekly nodded his head. Now that he had the go-to, [M/N] raised his other hand to gently cup his cheek, reassuringly caressing his thumb into his cheek before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. When he pulled away, he saw Quackity was shaking softly, eyes screwed shut as his face now resembled that of a tomato... hell, maybe even brighter. 

“I hope this shows you how much I like you, Alexis.” he said softly, to which the other hesitantly opened his eyes and saw the look of pure love swirling in his eyes, he let out a soft groan as he covered his face with his forearm and turned away.

“Dammit... stop messing with my feelings like that.” [M/N] only let out a chuckle, tightening his hold on his hand when he felt him try and take it back.

“So, do you accept my feelings?” he let his eyes peek from over his forearm and saw how he was waiting for an answer like a puppy, he tried to be stern with his answer but his voice betrayed him with how nervous he was.

“Y-Yes, I do.” he cursed himself that he stuttered, but the other found it quite cute as a wide smile spread across his face as he let out a cheer, throwing his arms up then wrapping them around his smaller frame and pulling him into a hug.

“You really have no idea what this means for me...!” he whispers softly, face buried deep in his shoulder. Quackity glanced up at him before slowly wrapping his arms around him to return the gesture, the heat never disappearing as the beating of his heart continued thumping aggressively against his chest. [M/N] pulled away and gave him an eager look before pulling him into a much deeper kiss this time, pouring all his heart and soul into it so Quackity can feel just how in love he was with him, he was gasping for air by the time he pulled him away as a string of saliva was what was connecting them together.

“Now that was gay...” he said softly, out of breath, [M/N] snorted at that before resting his forehead against his head.

“Yeah, but you’re gay for me.”

Headcanon:

when they start dating, [m/n] is fine that quackity doesn’t want to reveal his relationship to his viewers or friends just yet, it was quite understandable and waited patiently until he was more comfortable.

quackity usually doesn’t hesitate to express how he’s feeling, but he just feels so much more flustered when he’s around [m/n] and he’s usually the one that gets embarrassed when [m/n] showers him in love.

[m/n] definitely bakes food and has quackity taste test them to see if they’re alright or not.

bake nights. they have bake nights sometime during the week and it usually ends with them being covered in flour or some sort of batter.

this usually ends with them showering together.

quackity is the little spoon, without a doubt.

he enjoys feeling [m/n]’s arms wrapped around him and keeping him close, he’s actually quite warm and he enjoys the warmth coming from him to the point that he clings to him like a koala.

[m/n] makes little appearances here and there during quackity’s streams, his viewers have come to enjoy seeing him show up randomly during his streams.

[m/n] also checks up on him, handing him food and water and makes sure he’s alright and looking after himself. making him tea or something else warm to drink from all the screaming he’s doing.

the other twitch streamers also like [m/n] a lot, not only was his funny that he was a perfect match for quackity’s comedy, he was just so goddamn gorgeous that they were jealous that quackity had a front row seat to see him.

sometimes quackity gets jealous with how the chat keep flirting with his lover, the same going for [m/n] when they say something quite provocative.

but nonetheless, they both know that comments like those mean nothing to them.

their relationship was their little secret until quackity decides that this fine hunk of meat was all his, and his alone. 

he was yours, and you were his.

[juuuuliee]

Her Sun

A/N: I hope you like it :)

Wordcount: 1.4k

Pairing: Sirius Black X Reader

Genre: fluff, (a little) angst at the end

Warnings: War

Sirius shone. Sirius glowed. Whenever he walked into a room, he glowed and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He was like the sun, hidden behind clouds some days. It didn't want to be seen. But other days it shone so much that you could just pay attention to it. It made you happy when it shone.

Sirius Black made you happy.

He didn't even have to try hard to make you laugh. You just did when he grinned at you with his grey eyes, with the unpredictable gleam in them. You had to be happy when you saw Sirius Black.

Y/N Y/L was happy when she saw him and that was enough for him.

It was a grey day. The weather was muggy and there were occasional showers, which encouraged the students to stay indoors rather than out. Y/N was walking down the corridor with Lily Evans, her best friend, on her way to History of Magic. Listlessly, Sirius and James trotted along behind them.

"I don't know what we're going to get out of this subject. Merlin, the teacher is a bloody ghost. If that doesn't tell you something, I don't know what does." Maul Sirius and James agreed with him: "I'm sure he died of boredom too..."

Y/N turned to her steady boyfriend and his best friend with a roll of her eyes.

"It's only an hour. Besides, you guys don't pay attention anyway and always sleep. What kind of effort is that?" "Exactly! We could do so much more than just sit there." Agreed James, who seemed to have misunderstood a bit, to which Lily and Y/N just sighed.

"Yes, Potter you could pay attention and get a good grade in the subject." Said Lily snappishly, who had now turned to the boys as well.

"Oh Evans, I was hoping for your help to be honest." James replied with an insolent grin.

"Forget it, Potter! I'm not going to help you with a subject, you're not even trying to help yourself with and maybe LEARN- I know, a term you're actually afraid of!" taunted Lily back, to which Y/N and Sirius could only roll their eyes.

And so it went all the way to the classroom, James flirting with Lily and Lily bitching at him....

It was obvious to everyone, really. James liked Lily. Lily liked James. Everyone knew it, it wasn't a secret anymore. Not to anyone but the two of them. James, who for years had been LONGING for Lily's approval- yes, you could say that- and Lily, who just didn't take the boy seriously. Merlin, who would? James Potter was as mentally ready as a fourteen year old girl, in the middle of puberty and with severe mood swings! Unfortunately, Potter could only be laughed at in parts; sometimes he liked Lily and wanted to marry her, but then he became mean and totally idiotic.

But Lily wasn't always better either... Of course Y/N loved her best friend, but sometimes she just wanted to kick her butt and order her to finally go out with this boy so he would shut up.

They were like little children.

To be fair, Y/N and Sirius were like that too, possibly even worse for others.

When they arrived at the classroom, Lily and James stopped throwing unnecessary and childish things at each other and the group split up. Lily and Y/N sat down at their table and started taking notes on the, admittedly, boring class topics.

After a far too long, dreadful lesson, which reminded Y/N very much of the train journey in which she sat alone in a compartment with Lily and James because the others were in another carriage, Y/N stood up, hung her bag over her shoulder and left the room with a sigh and a final "bye" to Professor Binns.

On her way to the Great Hall, she met Lily, who had to (or was allowed to) leave class early to meet the other confidential students.

"My goodness, every time I see Malfoy it almost makes my head spin. Merlin, you can't really be more stupid and mean than that. Luckily he'll be gone next year and no longer be Head Boy. The way he treats me and the other trusties! As if we were dirt. And his partner, the other head girl, Amanda - I think you know her - she's really nice, from Hufflepuff. She's a friend of Alice and Frank's. Merlin, I feel sorry for her." Lily sighed and Y/N stroked her shoulder reassuringly.

Was it that bad?" she asked, pity in her voice, and Lily nodded vigorously.

"I just don't understand..." she began, "Why can't he just leave us alone and go back to his basement with his Death Eater friends where he is relatively wanted. Yes, we are Muggle-born! Merlin, what more do you want to say to that..." sighed Lily and Y/N nodded empathetically.

Unfortunately, many purebloods still had something to say about being muggle-born..., "Mudblood", "We don't want you here", "We're better than you" were phrases that Y/N, Lily and other muggle-born students were accused of by many. One could say that it was still humble when reading the news in the Daily Prophet....

Arriving in the Great Hall, the two sat down next to Remus and Sirius, who were talking to James, who was sitting across from the boys.

Sirius greeted Y/N with a smile before giving her a small kiss on the lips.

"Hey," she greeted him and he looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you okay?" he asked with his eyebrows drawn together and she nodded quickly as she put something on her empty plate and gave the still suspicious Sirius a smile, which he returned.

____________________________________________

It had long since grown dark and the students had long since retired to their Dorms. So had Sirius and Y/N, who had gone to sirius dorm together. Y/N leaned her back against the edge of the bed while Sirius lay nicely long with his legs over hers and his arm wrapped around her stomach.

Y/N looked out of the window thoughtfully, but there was nothing to see but darkness.

"Do you think it will get better?" whispered Y/N into the silence and Sirius lifted his head to look at her.

"What?" he whispered back softly, running his fingers over her forearm to get her to look at him. She turned to look down at him. She could only make out the outline of his face because of the darkness, but she noticed how his grey eyes studied her face.

„Everything. The war. You know who..." she whispered back and she saw his expression become more serious. He sat up and wrapped his right arm around her shoulder, touching her neck lightly.

"I don't know... I hope so." Sirius replied after a few seconds and you could tell he was unsure about having said the right answer. Y/N nodded slightly and closed her eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, she opened them again and began to speak: "I'm scared." She confessed and bit her lips.

„I am afraid for my family and my friends. I'm afraid for you and I'm afraid that it will never stop and that day by day it will become less and less and more and more will die. I'm afraid that it will become a daily routine to lose people you love. I don't want that. I don't want to die... I don't want you to die or Lily or James or Remus or Peter. I don't want any of that..."

She hadn't realised that she had started to cry and Sirius had pulled her into a tight hug after she had spoken the words that had been stuck in her throat all day.

"I'm scared too." Whispered Sirius into her hair as his arms tightened around her middle as if he never wanted to let her go.

"It's going to be okay though. As long as we have each other, we'll be fine, okay?" he whispered against her ear this time so she could hear him better.

She just nodded and buried her face a little more into his jumper so she could breathe in his comforting scent.

As long as he was there, it was all good. As long as, she could pretend he was her sun, everything would be okay.

Because when he was there, she was happy.

Maybe only for a brief moment. He made her happy and shone for her...

[starlitangels]

Imperium Episode Continuation

At 2,407 words, this one was fun to write. Talks about character death that happened in the Imperium series.

—

The alpha—Asher, the other one had called him—grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the truck. “Come on,” he snapped. I stumbled after him.

The wolf pack’s den was a semi-abandoned-looking house in a suburban neighborhood. I kept my surprise that the den was a house and not, like, a cave or something, to myself.

He slammed open the door, yanked me in, and shoved me toward a dilapidated living room so hard that I almost fell over. “Sit,” he ordered.

I carefully perched on the edge of a threadbare sofa that looked like it had been mauled by the wolves and put back together with magic more than once. The alpha still had my backpack, everything my friend in the academy had given me still in it. He sat heavily on an armchair that was in a similar state as the sofa and opened my backpack, pulling out the folder he’d glanced at in the truck on the way over here and reading it in the half-light.

I fidgeted. I knew better than to cross a shifter pack’s alpha. He’d choked out a member of his own pack while I sat in the truck and listened—he wouldn’t bat an eyelash over hurting me. But nervous energy wouldn’t let me just sit still while he read. I picked at loose threads on the sofa. Picked at my nails. Picked at lint and dirt on the black, tapered sweatpants I’d worn into the academy to move easier than I could in jeans.

“Will you stop—fidgeting?” he snapped.

I clenched my fists in the pockets of my jacket. “Sorry, uh, sir,” I said. I’d never had direct interactions with a wolf pack—I wasn’t sure how best to show an alpha respect.

He grunted and went back to reading, shoving one hand into overlong, shaggy, curly black hair. I’d clocked the fact that he was handsome the moment he shifted back to human form, but there was just something about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Our world is really going to be swamped by Aria?” he finally asked, looking up at me.

“Unless we can convince the magical population to not use their powers every second of every day, punching holes in the Meridian and turning it into less of a concrete wall that separates us from Aria and more into a cobweb, then yes,” I replied, with a little more bite in my words than I’d entirely intended. I hoped the alpha would write off sass from an unempowered human as nervous energy.

The alpha huffed, narrowing his eyes at me in thought. My lips parted in surprise before I could stop them.

He rolled his eyes. “What?” he asked. “I know there’s something that’s surprised you. What is it?”

I blinked, shutting my mouth and clearing my throat. “Your name is Asher, right? That’s what the mean one called you.”

His eyes narrowed further. “Yeah.” He sounded suspicious.

“You’ve just... got something, Asher, in your eyes. Kindness. And maybe hope. But you’re suppressing it. You’ve been hurt too many times before so you don’t dare let yourself feel the hope. Or show the kindness.”

His lip quivered like he was going to draw it over his teeth in a snarl, then settled. “What makes you say that?” His tone was tightly controlled.

I gave him a small half-smile. “Takes one to know one.”

Asher scoffed. “Fair enough.” He leaned back in the armchair and folded his arms.

“By the way, my name is—”

“Best for me not to know, babe,” he said, the endearment sharp and cutting. I blinked. Something familiar tugged on me at the pet name. “Putting a name to the pretty face is only gonna get me attached, and I don’t want to care.”

I leaned forward on the sofa to get closer. “I’m trying to save our world from being shredded. Every human will die, and every demon will live. Nothing matters but trying to stop that from happening. It will be within our lifetime. The demon at the haven in the academy, who got this information to the coordinator to get to me, has tried to tell that head-case of an academy president—and has even told the King-Imperial. Both of whom ignored him. We are all going to die if we do nothing.”

“You’re trying to get me to care.”

“Everyone should! We’re all going to die—sooner than we think—if nothing is done. I’m unempowered. Apart from whistleblowing, there is nothing I can do. I can’t change my habits to lessen the punches in the Meridian. I can’t stop using powers I don’t have. I’m terrified. You should be too. We all should be. We’re talking about full genocide of every living creature on Earth as Aria takes over and our parallel dimensions merge into one.”

Asher folded his arms, regarding me. “There’s really only two of you. The coordinator and you?”

“My friend—the coordinator—didn’t know who else to tell. Who else would listen. Other empowered people would laugh in their face. So, they came to me. Left the files in that building for me to steal. Couldn’t get them off campus themselves without their magic signature probably getting detected. Hence—” I waved a hand, indicating my body sitting on the sofa. “—unempowered. No magic to detect. The Department’s investigators are absolute trash at trying to solve crimes that don’t involve magic. I went in that building wearing gloves to keep my fingerprints off anything I touched, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. They wouldn’t have thought to dust for fingerprints.”

Asher growled slightly. “Mind how you speak of the investigators. I may have no love or loyalty left to the Imperium, but my beta’s mate still works as an investigator—as a day job. Patrolling with us at night is more of a hobby.”

“The Stealth who was stalking me in the academy?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry.” I wasn’t sorry, and it reflected in my voice, but Asher seemed to let it slide. I swallowed. “Look, we’re not much of a resistance, as you put it, given it’s only the two of us. But we’re trying to keep our reality from falling apart at the seams. If you want to keep your pack alive and safe, it might be a good idea for you to believe me.”

The armchair creaked as Asher stood up abruptly. He glared at me. “Stop. Talking.”

I closed my mouth and leaned back on the couch, waving for him to keep reading if he wanted.

He pivoted and sat next to me on the sofa. “Look, it’s been a long… life. Especially since my alpha—” He shook his head.

“Since David passed away,” I said. He gave me an alarmed look. I shrugged. “You left the windows of the truck cracked. I heard every word you said to the other wolf. The mean one. Chrissy. I heard you mention that it was his fault your alpha passed away. And you said your alpha’s name. I’m good at names.” I reached out as though to put my hand on his knee comfortingly, but let it fall to the cushion between us. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’ve lost people I care about, too.”

I folded my arms and bowed my head. It’d probably be best for me to be quiet for a bit. Asher was still seething a bit and I didn’t want my throat to be torn out.

He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. “He made me beta because we were best friends growing up. I never deserved the title. The authority or power in the pack. I was… a goofball. The pack clown. Just there to make everyone laugh. And then…” He cleared his throat and sniffed, reaching up to wipe his eyes. “Then he died. I managed to maul Quinn—get him off David’s body—but it was too late. Shifters and vamps can’t be more than novices at any magic outside of their race’s normal scope. I couldn’t heal him. Milo’s mother is our pack healer and she was too far away to get to in time. All I could do was hold David as his life left him, begging him to be okay.

“Another wolf died that night too from the same attack. Always thought they were a tank. Thought they were invincible. Quinn decided to prove them wrong. Tank died trying to protect David. And even that was all for nothing.” Asher scoffed. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. It’s none of your business and I don’t need some unempowered wannabe rebel pitying me. David wanted me to be a good alpha and I intend to be.”

I set a hand on his knee. “Cruelty isn’t becoming on you, Asher.”

He met my eyes. “We play the hand we’re dealt, babe. No choice. Even if it means bluffing.”

“There’s another choice. Choose not to play or change the game.”

Asher regarded me through narrowed eyes. A muscle in his jaw clenched and loosened a few times and he drummed his fingers on his knee. “Maybe,” he said finally. “Lie down here. Get some sleep. It’s late and I need to think.”

“Why should I trust you? What reason do I have to believe that you won’t rip my throat out while I sleep?” I asked.

“You don’t have a reason apart from the fact that you’re a good person and I don’t want to hurt you. When you wake up you may be in a Department cell, but you’ll be intact. We’ll see what I decide,” he replied. He returned to the armchair and gestured for me to lie down on the sofa. “Get some sleep, babe.”

“I have a name,” I muttered as I yanked off my jacket and balled it up to make a pillow.

“And I told you: I don’t want to care.”

I rolled my eyes. “At least have the decency to wake me up before the Department arrests me for burglary. I’d like to fix my hair.”

Asher’s snort informed me the sarcasm wasn’t lost on him.

I burrowed down into the threadbare cushions and closed my eyes.

I was exhausted and the adrenaline of running from a wolf pack had worn off and left me drained. I heaved a sigh and let the weight of my eyelids keep me from daring to peek at Asher. I heard more papers shuffling. He was still reading. Probably going through every file in my backpack.

I wanted to rest, not sleep, but I drifted off.

—

Asher glanced up as the human’s breathing got deeper and their tension disappeared.

So small, he thought. Not even in a physical sense. The way they’d shrunk away from him when he got frustrated, the tightly-curled fetal position they’d taken up on the sofa. They were small in a metaphorical sense. Forced to be less than they were by a world that would never value the unempowered—no matter what propaganda the Department preached about unempowered people being important.

He hadn’t lied when he’d said shifters were low on the stepladder. Their magic outside of shifting wasn’t strong enough to be useful to the Imperium.

His eyes drifted back to the files in his hand. Official documents. An inchoate demon named Avior had been bringing up these concerns for years—and no one had ever done anything about it. No one had ever told the general population the danger that they were in. Maybe the human was right—the other empowered people would never believe them. A demon, a Freelancer, and an unempowered human. Even if anyone did believe them, it was unlikely they’d change their habits, because they’d assume everyone else would. But no one else would, because they’d all be thinking that.

And nothing would change.

If you want your plane to survive, a note by the demon Avior read, a mere sticky note on an official file in remarkably neat handwriting (compared to Asher’s messy chicken scratch anyway), then the empowered population has to limit when and how they can use their powers. There is no way to Ethically reduce the amount of empowered people on the planet, so instead they have to reduce the use of their magic.

Asher heaved a sigh, glancing at the unempowered human. Face so peaceful in sleep. Something familiar deep within tugged at him. Maybe they’d met before. A long time ago. That passion, the desperation to save the world—in another life, maybe they could have been friends. A life without the Imperium.

He looked back at the files, eyes shifted for the wolf’s night vision so he didn’t have to have the lights on. He could barely stand to look at this house whenever he had to be here anyway. Gabe Shaw’s place. Practically his second home growing up. Now an empty husk teeming with ghosts—memories of better times.

He remembered the night David died. Holding his best friend in his arms as his life bled out. He remembered Milo and his mate holding onto him. He remembered Milo taking David’s necklace off—a thick silver chain with the symbol of the pack on it—and holding it out on a shaky hand to Asher. “This is yours now, alpha,” Milo had said, ducking his head respectfully. Even when David appointed Asher as beta, Milo’s head-bow of respect had been shallow, with that playful, wonky grin of his. But when he gave Asher the necklace, it was real respect. Asher put the necklace on and made Milo his beta on the spot.

And he’d spent every day since trying to be David. Trying to sound and behave like the man who was born to lead the pack.

It was time to be his own man.

—

“You can tell me your name now,” the gravelly voice of Asher said, waking me up with a start.

I sat up. “What?” I asked, a bit dazed. “How long was I out?”

“About four and a half hours. And you can tell me your name. I’ve decided to care. I called an emergency pack meeting. You’re going to explain to my pack what’s happening to our world, and your resistance is going to get a little bit bigger. Deal?” He stuck a hand out. There were bags under his eyes—which were also a bit bloodshot, like he’d been crying.

I took his hand and let him haul me to my feet. “Deal,” I agreed.

[wolfeyedwitch]

The Heart and the Hunger, Part 6

Content warning for dehumanization, including “it” as a pronoun, as well as blood and violence.

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Tobias pushed the horses hard, riding faster than he’d dared with the target in tow. He made sure to cross every stream, ride over patches of stone, and use every other trick to throw off trackers that he knew.

By the time he deemed it safe enough to stop, both horses were flecked with sweat even in the cool night air. The vampire was shaking, though it was clearly trying not to. Once he slowed the horses to a walk, he could hear its tiny sounds of pain that had been covered by the sound of pounding hooves.

“Easy, easy,” he said, gently resting a hand on its side. “That was a tough ride; I’m sorry. But we should be far enough away from those rich assholes and any goons they could send after us by now.”

He found a campsite, with a stream nearby for the horses and a tree that would provide shade come sunup. He dismounted, taking the vampire with him as he went to set up camp.

There wasn’t much to actually do in terms of setting up camp, really. He wasn’t willing to risk a fire. He might have deemed this far enough from the Harding estate to rest, but he wasn’t going to be stupid about it and put up a big sign saying, Here we are, come and get us! So really all he had to do was lay out his bedroll. It was a nice enough night not to need a fire, anyway.

Now he had to deal with the vampire.

It was still trembling. Tobias sighed. He was probably going to regret this. But they would arrive at his base tomorrow. Tonight was the thing’s last night of… un-life, so it seemed cruel to keep it tied up.

He approached the vampire where he had set it down at the base of the tree and crouched down beside it.

“I want to untie you,” he said. It went still instantly upon hearing his voice. “But here’s my problem with that. I don’t want to get mauled in my sleep. So, here’s what I’m thinking. If you can promise to be good—no biting, no scratching, no fighting—then I can take you out of this little blanket cocoon. If you can’t promise that, you’re staying in there.”

The blanket-wrapped figure stayed still a moment longer, then made what was quite clearly a nod.

“Okay,” Tobias said. “Don’t make me regret this.”

He methodically undid the ropes keeping the vampire’s makeshift sun-shield in place, then unrolled it from the blanket wrappings. It was a tiny little thing: at least a head shorter than him, with a build that suggested it was thin even before starvation took what little meat it had on its bones previously. The burns across its body looked even worse than he remembered. He had thought the thing might want to see the stars, but its eyes were clouded over—it was blind. Probably blinded by silver coins placed over its eyes, if the size of the perfectly circular burns was any indication.

“They did a number on you, huh,” he said softly, more to himself than to the creature.

It turned its face away as though embarrassed.

The reminder that the thing understood him snapped him out of his reverie. He cleared his throat. “Well. I know you’re not going to run off—” the cut tendons in its ankles ensured that, and he almost felt cruel for bringing it up— “but I do want some kind of assurance that you’re not going to try anything while I sleep.”

He was trying to decide how best to ensure that—maybe tying it to the tree?—when it offered its arms to him, wrists together. He could see now that its fingers were bent and misshapen, as though broken and healed incorrectly. It was still looking away from him, but it held perfectly still as he took its wrists in his hands.

Its wrists were so thin that he could hold both of them in one hand if he wanted. There were burns around them too, as though it had been held in iron manacles at some point. He thought about tying its hands, like it obviously expected—the rope rubbing the top off of blisters, coarse fibers biting into raw flesh—and discarded the idea.

“No, I’m not going to do that. Not as long as you’re planning on behaving,” he said. The thing nodded quickly. “Okay then. I’m leaving your hands free, but you have to leave this rope alone, alright? It’s going to keep you by this tree so you’ll have shade in the morning.”

Not that he planned on sleeping past sunrise anyway, but still. It nodded again, and Tobias fastened the rope around first the tree, and then one of its ankles. It ran a hand along the rope, feeling the knots he tied.

“Hey, I said leave that alone,” he called, a hint of warning in his voice.

It snatched its hand back as though burned. Small noises that sounded almost… apologetic, somehow, made their way past the thing’s muzzle.

“Okay, okay,” Tobias said. “Just don’t do it again.”

It nodded again, hands clasped together over its chest.

He sighed. What was he even doing?

Well, it wasn’t like there was anyone here to see his acts of insanity, and he was putting a definite end to it all tomorrow. Just… one night of kindness for it, before he put it down.

He arranged the blankets he had used to shield the thing from the sun into a makeshift bedroll and pillow, and helped the thing onto them. It curled up on its side, hands running along the blankets and grass like it was memorizing the texture.

He shook his head. Just one night.

Tobias slipped into his bedroll, and had to bite back a reflexive goodnight to his traveling partner. He shook his head again, and fell into a light sleep.

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He woke some time later to the sound of hoofbeats. He pulled out his gun—regular bullets this time, not incapacitating electricity—and went to find what was going on.

There were two men approaching on horseback. They looked like the kind of less scrupulous bounty hunters that the Guild didn’t accept—men who would take any contract, regardless of legality or morality, just to make some coin.

The men spoke softly, but Tobias still managed to hear snippets of the conversation.

“...still think… lost them...”

“...find… vampire… paid...”

“...fucking leech, why… and the man?”

“Kill him, of course… in the way… knows…”

“...take the coin?”

“Of course; Harding said… fair game…”

“Right, as long… make sure he’s dead…”

So it was like he expected. Harding—elder or younger, it didn’t really matter at this point—had hired goons to capture the vampire. Since Tobias was the only one who could tie the man to the crime, they were supposed to kill him, too.

He sighed. Fuck Harding. Fuck both of the Hardings, and fuck these men coming to kill him. They hadn’t seen him yet; he had a good hiding spot in the undergrowth, and the element of surprise. If he did this right, he could take one out before they knew what was happening, and be on the other before the thug got his bearings again.

He raised his weapon, aimed, and fired.

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Tobias was almost back to the campsite. He just had to get a little further before he collapsed; he just had to make it to his medical supplies.

He had, in fact, managed to take out one of the men without being spotted. It was a clean shot, and the man was dead before he had fallen off the horse.

The second man’s horse had reared at the sound of the gunshot, throwing him off. Tobias shot at him as well, but didn’t manage to do more than graze the second man in the commotion.

The man had proven to be a competent fighter with both guns and knives, and Tobias had been hard-pressed to win against him. He had managed, of course, but not without injuries.

Both of the men were now laying dead in the middle of nowhere. Their bodies would be picked clean by scavengers, and it was unlikely any human would ever find them. Tobias had a deep graze on his leg and a nasty cut across his chest. He was losing a lot of blood. Unless he got back to camp and treated his injuries, he would end up the same as the two thugs sent after him.

Tobias stumbled back into camp as his injured leg gave out on him. He pulled himself towards his bag, where his medical supplies were, but he was running out of strength. His fingers were going cold, and his legs felt like lead weights. He was so close.

Close wasn’t good enough, though.

He let his head drop, panting. Well, there were worse ways to go out than preventing a rich asshole from getting his hands on a vampire.

The vampire.

He was out of energy to be scared. He felt oddly detached as he heard the creature’s muffled noises from behind its muzzle. He managed to summon up enough strength to turn his head towards it.

It was sitting upright, sightless eyes wide. In the moonlight, it looked less human than ever before. Gone was the scared little waif he had been seeing. This was the hunter, the predator, the monster that stalked humans in the dark.

He heard it draw in a breath, saw its nostrils flare in the moonlight. It got to all fours, crawling towards him.

“No,” he said, trying to sound authoritative. “No.”

It didn’t stop, though. It kept getting closer until it was kneeling over him.

He found he had enough energy left to be scared, after all.

It reached up to the muzzle it still wore. Its crooked fingers were clumsy at the buckles, but the smell of blood made the thing determined. Finally the straps were off, and the muzzle fell to the ground with a small thump. The thing hissed, fangs finally freed after who knew how long.

“No,” Tobias said again. “Please.”

It reached out to him, gnarled hand finding the cut across his chest.

“Ah!” he cried in pain. “No, no. Please.”

“Shhhhh,” the thing said. "Shh."

It lowered its mouth to his chest, tongue licking at the wound already there.

Well.

There were worse ways to die than a vampire’s venom sending you to sleep, too.

@kim-poce @cupcakes-and-pain @nonbinary-disaster

[the-last-kenobi]

Hi, how are you? Hope all is well) Can you please write "Where have you been" with Anakin and a very very depressed and sad Obi?

Of course!

From this various prompts list.

I admit I wasn’t sure exactly which angle you were hoping for, but this is the one my brain liked, so here we are.

_

Anakin’s hand shook slightly as he ran the cloth over the glass mug, turning it in his hands. Water beaded up in the wake of his first attempt, so he went back again a little slower, making sure he left no smudges behind. Then he carefully placed it in the cabinet where it belonged, each shelf lined with different mugs, most of them glass, a few of them seemingly random — porcelain, wood, something that looked like clay, a deep red crystalline substance.

Anakin knew that the ones that weren’t glass had all, once, belonged to Qui-Gon.

They were used rarely. Carefully. Cherished like treasures.

The rest, the glass, those were Obi-Wan’s.

He liked the perfection of glass, its transparency, the way he could watch the teas he brewed and steeped changing, colors swirling and fading beneath his fingers.

Anakin found them difficult to maintain and hard to clean.

His hand shook again, and he quickly put down the towel and set aside the next mug, turning away from the still untidy kitchen.

His gloved metal hand raked through his hair.

It was late.

It was very late.

He walked to the window and brushed aside the curtain with one hand, confronted first with his own ghostly reflection, and then focusing on the view outside. It was pouring down rain. A rare enough occurrence here on Coruscant, and tonight, of all nights, when Obi-Wan could be out there.

He could be anywhere.

Anakin didn’t know.

Obi-Wan had been missing for twenty-nine hours.

He had walked out of their shared quarters while Anakin was visiting Padmé, sometime in the early evening yesterday, leaving his cloak behind, leaving his lightsaber behind.

And then he was gone.

Anakin had searched all the usual places. He’d reached out to Dex, and alerted Mace Windu and Healer Che, and sent Ahsoka to check with the crèche and Initiates dorm in case he was there playing with and teaching the little ones. He’d contacted Bail and Padmé, and gained permission after the twelve hour mark to examine the security holos.

There was nothing.

It was as if Obi-Wan Kenobi had stepped over the threshold of their door and just fallen out of existence.

Anakin watched rain lash against the window, scattering his pale reflection into twisted fragments, and tried to remind himself that he had already been searching for twenty-five hours straight. That he hadn’t slept or eaten. That Master Koon had forbidden him from going out into the storm to search, when they already had rested and armored troopers doing a steady sweep of the Temple perimeter, even when they didn’t know if Obi-Wan had actually left the grounds.

The Temple was massive.

He could be hiding in an unused wing, or in the depths of the dustiest levels, or in the back of the Archives, or the towers.

No, not the Archives. Master Nu had already searched there and that woman would never miss so much as a hair out of place in her domain, much less a High Councilor.

Anakin had heard Master Mundi making noises about a possible trap or an abduction.

And while that was bad — nightmarish — to contemplate, Anakin had his own fears, and they felt much more realistic, much too close for comfort.

Anakin flung himself down on the sofa with his head in his hands and tried not to admit that he was frightened.

He had seen Obi-Wan like this before. Back when they were a new partnership and Qui-Gon was dead but there was still so much of him living in the Temple, like the mugs, one still the on the countertop with a faint imprint of his lips staining the rim, or his spare cloaks and boots, and the trinkets and potted plants that filled every available space. And Obi-Wan had...

Well. Whenever he thought Anakin wasn’t paying attention, he was so quiet. He barely slept for days and then slept too much. He hardly ate and then ate random things at random times. He hardly smiled.

He wandered off.

Alone.

The worst time had been when Anakin was six months in to his apprenticeship. He had woken up with a terribly bad feeling to find his Master missing from his bed, and with the unerring instinct of a worried child, he had shot off in search of Master Yoda, who had quietly raised the alarm amongst the older Masters. It was Master Windu who had found Obi-Wan, quiet and shrunken and apathetic, concealed in one of the many gardens, letting the life of the garden conceal his dimming force signature from view.

Anakin had clung to him like he was about to disappear, and Obi-Wan hadn’t seemed to really process that he was there...

Eventually he had pulled out of it. Anakin didn’t know how.

But this...

Anakin had been worried since Geonosis that he would lose his Master to death on the battlefield. Then there had been Ventress and Jabiim and Grievous and Dooku and Maul — Maul — and suddenly it felt like Obi-Wan was never safe. The war and his enemies chased him everywhere.

But Obi-Wan had lost friends and peers and younglings he had once taught or cradled in his arms when they were so very small, and his Master’s murderer had come back like a resurrected demon to plague him, to threaten his life and sanity and everyone he loved — and Satine had already paid with her life.

Others might.

And when Anakin had come racing back home from 500 Republica when he’d heard the news, it was already too late, and Obi-Wan had gone off all alone stars knew where.

That was enough.

Anakin leapt to his feet, his body trembling with fear and nausea, determined to ignore orders.

Damn their kindness and responsibility, damn the fact that he’d probably only get soaked and miserable, he was going out searching again.

Anakin strode towards the door on shaking legs.

It swung open before he neared it, and there was Obi-Wan.

Anakin gaped at him.

Obi-Wan stared blankly back. “...Anakin?”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin breathed, staring at him, taking him in. He was without his cloak and lightsaber, as he had known he would be, and was soaking wet — completely sopping, as if he had swum in a lake rather than wandered about in a rainstorm.

“Obi-Wan,” he said again, his voice strained. “Where have you been?”

His Master continued to look blank. “I went out.”

“You went out? You’ve been gone for well over a day!” Anakin cried out. “Where have you been?”

Obi-Wan shrank away from the shouting. His blue eyes flickered around the room as if looking for an answer, or perhaps an escape, and still his expression was utterly detached. “I... I don’t know, really. Here and there.”

A pause.

“Was I really gone for so long?” he asked. He sounded distantly, disinterestedly bewildered, and Anakin broke.

“Yes!” he shouted, his face screwed up in anger, in an attempt to hold back childish tears. “Yes you have! You disappeared! There are people looking for you, and the Council was worried you’d been taken, and I was so— I was — so — I— you can’t do that to me, Obi-Wan, please, I was losing my mind!”

Obi-Wan’s blank expression finally shifted.

A look of confusion and worry built behind the vague blue eyes, and Anakin launched himself at his friend like he had all those years ago, locking his limbs around him in a fierce hug.

For a long moment it was like hugging a statue. A very cold, very wet statue that shivered ever so slightly.

But Anakin held on, determined to keep Obi-Wan right here, to keep him safe and warm, to make him understand that he was needed, that he could also rest, that it would all be okay if he just stayed. Stayed like he had before. His tunics began to absorb some of the icy moisture coming off his Master but he kept holding on, his face buried in Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

And slowly, Obi-Wan came to life.

His hands inched upwards to rest against his Padawan’s back, and he tilted his head so that he was leaning against Anakin’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice muffled. “I had no idea you’d be so concerned.”

“I wasn’t concerned, you absolute idiot, I was scared,” Anakin hissed, the confession both bitter and relieving on his lips. “How would you feel if I vanished with no word? For thirty hours?”

A long silence.

“Well,” Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, “I would be impressed with Padmé for not getting bored of you long before that.”

There was a dead silence.

Then a spluttered, incredulous laugh, and it took Anakin a moment to realize it was he who was laughing. His shoulders shook with it, with shock at the revelation of what Obi-Wan knew, that he wasn’t angry about it, that he was cracking stupid, mean, dumb jokes about it when Anakin was trying to be mad at him.

Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, and Anakin laughed harder, delighted that his friend was smiling, if only a little.

“You’re not off the hook you know,” he mumbled, guiding Obi-Wan to his rooms, planning on forcing him to take a hot shower and drink warm tea and maybe pull out one of Qui-Gon’s old cloaks, because that always helped.

“Neither are you,” Obi-Wan mumbled back, and squeezed his hand every so briefly.

~

When Plo Koon dropped by to check on Anakin, very early the next morning, he found him sleeping soundly on a chair, snoring quietly, his feet propped on the arm of the sofa, where Obi-Wan was fast asleep with an old cloak that was far too large for him draped over his body.

It was easy to forgive them to forgetting to inform the Guard to call off the search.

Mace could pretend to yell at them during their next Council meeting, during which, he was sure, the two friends would stand side by side, mischief in their eyes.

~

[strangunddurm]

The Cabin

Masterlist

Pairing: Clyde Logan x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, self pleasure, fingering, masturbation, alcohol consumption.

Please accept my offering of my vision of mountain man Clyde.

A hike in the woods was meant to calm your mind and let you focus on yourself for a while; a sort of cheap alternative to going to a spa. However, you were anything but relaxed, and focused on everything except just yourself.

You were lost. Despite spending hours on YouTube trying to learn how to navigate, you had still taken the wrong turn and didn’t notice until it was too late. Thankfully it was the beginning of autumn, so it was still warm outside, and you didn’t need to start worrying about getting cold just yet, despite the sun slowly descending across the horizon.

The crappy phone which you had insisted didn’t need replacing had died long before you realized just how lost you were. You had a particularly bad habit of never charging your phone and it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

You had taken a, supposedly, easy trail. ‘Beginner friendly’ was the description your friend had given you when you asked for tips. You were cursing them mentally in your mind now, their definition of ‘beginner friendly’ was obviously vastly different from yours.

It had been hours, or at least it felt like it. You were steadily making your way through the granola bars you had packed. Your version of survivor mode consisted of trying to eat everything you could see due to anxiety, instead of saving it in case you’d be out here for hours.

It was the same rock you had passed a while back, you were sure of it, convinced that you were officially just walking in one big circle.

You hadn’t seen anyone else out on the trails which were surprising.; you figured trails were usually always packed with curious adventurers.

The snap of a branch pulled you out of your inner monologue, causing you to freeze and your heart to painfully contract in fear. You were sure that this was the moment you would die; a rabid coyote was surely bound to attack you at any moment. Were there even coyotes in West Virginia? You didn’t want to find out.

Turning around to see what it was that had made the sound wasn’t an option in your mind, it really wasn’t. Turning around would, in your mind, mean that you were accepting being mauled to death and despite your sometimes negative output you wanted to live for a while longer.

“Please, please, please don’t be a coyote… pleas-“ You let out a loud scream as a hand grabbed onto your shoulder, instinctively jabbing your elbow back to connect with the somewhat soft stomach of someone who was very much not a wild and crazed animal.

Whoever was behind you let out a low ‘ouff’ sound from your attack but did not seem overly affected otherwise.

“Sorry!” It was a man’s voice, judging from the deep tone of it. You whirled around whilst simultaneously attempting to take a step backwards, resulting in you falling to the ground ungracefully. There was definitely no chance you could run away from him now if he turned out to be less than friendly.

“Who are you?” You shuffled back against the ground, trying to put some distance between the two of you in naïve hope. The stranger, noticing your distress, put his hands out in front of him whilst taking a few steps back, increasing the distance between the two of you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare ye.” You surveyed him sceptically as he apologized. He looked like he was a nice person, but that only went so far, anyone had the ability to look nice. He blended into your surroundings, lacking the bright colours you were wearing; it was obvious that he did not share in your desire to want to be seen. He also looked like he was much more used to the woods than you were (not that it was hard).

“Are ye okay?” His question made you realize that you hadn’t replied, and you were still lying there like a seal on the ground. You stumbled up onto your feet with a huff, grabbing a stick that was laying by your hand just as you thrust yourself up.

It was a small stick, definitely incapable of causing serious bodily harm but you hoped that if you were desperate enough, it could poke out an eye. Or at least scratch it.

You held it out in front of you, wielding it like a sword. It was hard not to miss the smile that flew across the stranger’s face. You were most likely a funny sight, a flustered and oblivious city girl waving a twig. But you felt like King Arthur waving Excalibur and that was all that mattered. One lonely girl pumped full of adrenaline could do a lot of damage with a twig and a mean right hook.

“What do you want?” You spat. A tiny voice inside of you told you that you were being ridiculous. Here he was, a nice man probably just concerned over seeing you wander through the woods, obviously lost, so close to nightfall. But the devil on your other shoulder told you to trust no man, to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine and take off like a bat out of hell.

“I just wanted to see if ye were okay; it gets cold out here at night.” He still had his hands up like he was getting arrested. You considered his words carefully. You weren’t okay, you hadn’t planned on staying out until nightfall. All you were going to do was hike to the top of the mountain and go back down, but apparently, you were too incompetent to even perform that simple task.

“I called out a couple of times, but ye didn’t seem to hear me.”

“Oh,” You dropped the twig at the revelation. It explained a lot; you were after all notorious for getting lost in your thoughts and turning deaf.

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly as you lowered the stick to your side but still grasped it tightly (just in case). You sent him a small apologetic smile even though you didn’t owe him one.

“So, do ye need help?”

“Hmm…” Did you need help? You glanced around you, surveying your surroundings again. It was a lot closer to dark than you were comfortable with. The granola bars were all gone, you didn’t have anything warmer on than the fleece jacket you had dug out from the back of your closet. You had no way of contacting anyone and you were not competent enough to build anything close to a working shelter for the night.

You eyed him again as you thought over your answer. He seemed nice enough, he reminded you slightly of a big, burly bear. He was a behemoth of a man, standing tall and wide with dark hair and eyes, but there was some kindness there that made you feel as if you could trust him.

The thing that eventually won you over was his hand, it was obviously a prosthetic now that you were focusing on him. You hoped that a prosthetic hand meant that it was much less likely that he could grab a firm hold on you.

-

Clyde Logan wasn’t a very talkative man. If you were to google ‘mountain man’ he would pop up as one of the image results. The modern version of course, accompanied by the usual camo gear. You had always had a weakness for the lumberjack flannels and the thick moustache that tickled his lips had you wondering what it would look like drenched in your juices.

But it would be stupid attempting to seduce the grumpy man that had saved you from certain death, right?

He knew so much about the woods and the dangers that were surrounding you, making you realize just how stupid you were to be out there alone. But of course, he didn’t offer you all of this information on his own. No, you had to practically force the words out of his mouth, but thankfully you were the Master of Babble, and he was eventually forced to answer if he ever wanted you to shut up.

You were making your way to his cabin that was apparently just over a mile away. Clyde was leading the way with you practically walking on his heels trying to keep up with his long strides and sneaking looks over your shoulder in paranoia to see if anyone was following the two of you.

Clyde had said that it was too late to return to your car seeing how late it was. Apparently, you had walked in the completely wrong direction from the start and were now a couple of miles away from civilization. He had graciously offered you a sleeping spot in his cabin over the night with a promise to help you back first thing in the morning.

It was picturesque, Clyde’s cabin. Nothing less than what you expected of the man, and surprisingly a lot cleaner than what you had assumed from stereotyping.

“This is so cute!” You admired, sending a small smile up to Clyde with a tilt of your head. He almost looked embarrassed over your praise, only responding with a small huff as he took his shoes off and walking toward the kitchen area.

It was a studio type of situation. Everything was in one room: the small kitchenette, tv-area, and makeshift bedroom. Clyde had flipped a switch which turned on a light that illuminated the entire cabin in a soft glow.

“There’s a bathroom over there.” Clyde gestured to a door on the left, and you couldn’t help peaking in. You hadn’t expected a fully functional bathroom at all, seeing how you were in the middle of nowhere but here it was. And you were so grateful. Going potty in the woods was not on your bucket list.

“Are ye hungry? It’s nothin’ much but I have some sandwiches that we can eat.” Clyde ran his fingers through his hair as he asked the question nervously when you came over after your brief tour of the cabin.

“A sandwich would be great, thank you!” You took it gratefully from his hand as he offered it to you before plopping down on the couch.

You were a lot hungrier than you had though. Your stomach rumbled loudly as you unwrapped the sandwich and taking a bite.

“Have you had this for long?” You said after you had finished chewing your first bite, gesturing with your hand wildly to the cabin.

“Couple of years.” Clyde didn’t look at you as he responded, focused intently on his own sandwich.

He left it at that, not elaborating any further and you didn’t want to cross the obvious boundary he had drawn, so you stayed quiet.

You were never good with silence and awkward situations. When others were perfectly comfortable with silence you just had to talk. Googled had diagnosed it as a symptom of anxiety but you had never actually built enough courage up to actually have a evaluation.

“Do you like to read?” You had taken notice of the overflowing bookcase he had. It was hard not to, it was perhaps the biggest piece of furniture he had, spanning the length of an entire wall.

“Mhmm” Honestly, the hums he would do to answer your questions made you soaked.

“What’s your favourite?” He looked as if he was considering your question, leaning back into his seat and looking up at the ceiling for a moment.

“It would have to be In Search for Lost Time by Marcel Proust.”

“I love that book.”

“Is that so?” You nodded your head with wide eyes, happy to have found a subject to talk about. You loved books, yes, but to be honest you had never read that book. But you were hoping you could wing it enough so that Clyde wouldn’t notice.

“What’s your favourite part?” Okay, so maybe you hadn’t thought it through. You couldn’t hide the small wince you did at his question.

It would’ve been better to have said nothing at all, you just really wanted Clyde to like you. You didn’t know why; it wasn’t like you were ever going to see him again. It was just that there was something about him that made you want to kneel and say, ‘please daddy’ and you didn’t know how to get there with someone so reluctant to talk.

“Ye tryin’ to impress me?” He must be a mind reader.

“Oh, no I just-“ You trailed off, unsure over what to say that would not make you seem as desperate.

He stood up, watching you as he made his way around the room, but he wasn’t moving toward you; instead, he disappeared through the front door without a word.

You deflated like a balloon as the door shut behind him, sinking into the cushions and cursing yourself. Why were you so desperate to impress people? The answer was simple because you were you and you had an irrational need for people having to like you.

-

Clyde wasn’t gone for long. He had simply gone out to fill up on the firewood for the fireplace that you had neglected to notice before.

“It’s supposed to get below 30 here tonight.” Was it rude to say that you were impressed with how easily he did things despite only having one hand? It wasn’t that you expected him to not be able to function at all, it’s just that you were barely functioning yourself with two hands.

It had already started getting just a tiny bit colder, enough for you to have curled your legs onto the couch, leaning on the armrest with a blanket thrown over you. The cold was a fiend that you would never get along with.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are ye sorry for?” He looked truly bewildered over your words, stopping what he was doing and looking up at you from his crouched position.

“I shouldn’t have lied.”

“’S okay.” He continued with starting a fire. “We’ve all told a white lie.”

“That’s true, but I’m usually better at playing it off.” You joked and he shared a chuckle with you.

It was cozy once Clyde got the fire started. He turned off the lamp in the ceiling, muttering something about preserving a battery, opting to turn on another by the bed and then settled back down. He was sitting next to you this time, not across from you in the chair as previously. You could practically feel the heat radiating from his skin, he was so close. The couch was small, only a two-seater, but you suppose that he didn’t need much more seeing how he was only one person.

Clyde crowded your personal space. It felt like he was everywhere around you, suffocating you (but in the best way). He slung his arm over the back of the couch, just barely grazing your back. You were surprised with how forward he was being but decided not to question it too much, figuring he might take it wrong and shy away.

“Yer not from ‘round here are ye?”

“Is it so obvious?” Of course, it was obvious. You told him where you lived and there seemed to be a small glint of recognition in his eyes.

“Ye should get a guide next time, one of the rangers will take ye for free.” It was surprising how caring he seemed to be.

“One of the rangers?” You didn’t want a ranger to show you around the next time.

“Mhmm”

“Can’t you take me?” You diverted your eyes from his face as you asked the question, feigning being shy. You let them trace down his sculptured-by-God body, double-checking for a ring on one of his fingers. There was none, or well you assumed that it wasn't a wedding ring. It didn't look like one, it had more of a class ring vibe to it.

Clyde didn’t respond immediately. He was studying you, analyzing every crevice of your face it seemed like.

It was impossible not to get lost in his eyes. You tried really hard not to at first but gave up way too quickly. You wondered if he knew just how attractive he was. He had to have several ladies running after him, desperate for a getaway in his cabin in the woods.

“Do ye want me to?” He finally asked. It was obvious that he had tensed up at your question. His back was rigid, he was sitting as straight as you had ever seen a person sit.

“Maybe…” You were subconsciously leaning closer toward him, inhaling as much of his sent as you could discreetly. It was very vampire-like of you.

He smelled just as you thought he would. Like pine trees. There was just the smallest undertone of sweat and it drove you wild. It wasn’t usually your scent of choice for obvious reasons but on Clyde… On Clyde it was as if he had been doused in some kind of pheromones that made you completely drenched and mad with want.

You thankfully stopped yourself before you could release the moan that was bubbling in your throat. Who in their right mind moaned to a stranger that they hadn’t even touched over the way they smelled? (Only counting people that weren’t high or drunk, of course).

It was a battle getting you to lean away from Clyde again, but the rational part of your brain thankfully won. You had to dig your nails into your thighs, trying to pinch yourself through the fabric of your pants to bring you back to reality and gain some self-control.

“I’ll take you.” He promised with a nod, looking as serious as always. You wondered if he always wore that expression with everyone. You hadn’t been able to coax a lot of smiles out of him, despite categorizing yourself as a fairly hilarious person and having cracked some jokes on the walk to the cabin.

You sent him a small smile in response, feeling relieved not to have been rejected. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He surveyed you for a while more before finally asking if you wanted a drink.

-

The makeshift bar cabinet that he had was surprisingly well-stocked. Too well-stocked for him to be a raging alcoholic. You questioned him curiously about it. Finding out that he was a bartender was a welcomed surprise. You challenged him to make a drink you had never heard of, and he was quick to deliver.

It was delicious, making it easy to pay him compliments over his talent.

“I own a bar, ‘s called Duck Tape.” It was clear that he was proud over his business, with the way his chest seemed to almost swell with his words.

You told him about your own job, not exactly sharing the same enthusiasm seeing how your job was one of the main reasons for why you needed a stress-relieving hike in the first place.

You’d always been a lightweight. It was no secret; you had an uncanny ability to be able to get hammered on one glass of alcohol. Google told you that it could have something to do with your liver, but you did not want to go to the hospital to find out.

You neglected to think about this small fact when you asked Clyde to make you a drink and you were now suffering the consequences. You were drunk, or at least somewhere over the border of tipsy.

Clyde seemed to have relaxed from the alcohol as well. He was much freer in letting a laugh leave his body which had caused you to jump at first in surprise at the boisterous sound.

He had shuffled closer to you, or was it you that had shuffled closer to him? It had happened without either of the two of you noticing but you didn’t try to move away once you did.

You didn’t speak about anything of significance, not really. It was all nonsense, but you never wanted it to stop. Eventually, you mutually decided that sleep was a necessity if you were going to have the energy to get back to your car in the morning.

“Ye can take the bed if ye want.” Clyde motioned over the back of the couch toward the bed in the corner of the room. You glanced over at it, gnawing at your lip as you considered his proposal. Would it be inappropriate to say that you wanted him to share the bed with you?

The bed was too small for it to be shared in any way that wasn’t intimate which was exactly what you wanted.

You assumed that Clyde was as interested in you as you were of him. His hand was dangerously close to your knee as it sat on the seat of the sofa; if he moved his finger less than an inch it would graze your skin.

“Where would you sleep?” You feigned innocent.

“I’ll take the couch.” He knew what you were doing; you could see it in his eyes. They had grown even darker than before and were hooded as they watched you. It was easy to get lost in them, they were the most expressive eyes you had ever seen.

Both of you knew that neither of you would sleep on the couch that night.

There was a flurry of hands and all of a sudden you were in his lap, grinding down, lips connected to one another.

Clyde was a great kisser. Scratch that. He was amazing. He knew exactly how to make you completely drenched from just a few nibbles and strokes of his tongue against your own. He was a natural (Or a player, but you somehow got the impression that he didn’t lure innocent people to his cabin on the regular for a quick lay).

You could feel how hard he was despite the layers separating his bulge from your core. Hard and large and it made you dizzy to think about.

Clyde was taking his time running his hands up and down your waist, his right hand grabbing here and there, never moving under your shirt despite your obvious eagerness. A roll of his hips elicited a moan from you.

Your own hands weren’t shy in their movements; they were grasping onto his broad shoulders, holding on to the fabric as you tried to pull him closer to you.

He separated his lips from yours with a chuckle.

“Eager, are we?” His crooked grin was panty-dropping worthy.

He trailed his lips down your neck before you could reply, suckling gently over your pulse point.

The moan he pulled from you echoed around the room as you tilted your head to the side, allowing him more room to roam.

Your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders. You had always been extra sensitive around the neck and the combination of his lips and the tickle from his moustache was enough to send you into overdrive.

“Clyde…” You breathed out his name shakily, feeling tingles start to travel from your hands and up your arms from the excitement.

He hoisted you up surprisingly quickly from the sofa, causing you to let out a shriek in surprise.

He was strong. Of course, he was strong, you shouldn’t have expected anything else but still…

He carried you toward the bed, setting you down unceremoniously on the edge. You had to grab a hold of the sheet so as not to fall over.

“I want you to strip.” There was no room for arguing in his voice, and it was exactly what you needed. You didn’t want to have to think about your actions.

He was watching you intently, waiting for you to do as you were told, causing you to frantically reach for the zip of your fleece, pulling it down your arms and then throwing it mindlessly away from you.

Your shirt was the next thing that came off. Clyde’s gaze followed as your shirt revealed more and more skin. You didn’t miss the way he bit his lip hungrily.

Your bra wasn’t perhaps the sexiest thing you owned but you weren’t exactly expecting to be in the situation you were when you headed out that morning.

The bra joined the other items a bit slower. You wanted to drag it out; was it mean that you wanted him to have to suffer just a tiny bit?

You were basking in his obvious admiration of your body as you slowly slid the pants down and stepped out of them, leaving you in just your socks and underwear.

Perhaps it wasn’t the sexiest you had ever looked, but it was the sexiest you had ever felt, and that was the important part.

“Panties too.” He had started palming himself through his pants, huffing out small groans of satisfaction here and there. It had made you drenched and you did not doubt that it was obvious to him just how aroused you were.

You were finally standing there in front of him, completely bare, socks and panties having been removed. His eyes ran over every inch and crevice of you that was visible in the low light.

He was still fully dressed, having just unbuttoned his pants so that he could force his hand down to tug at himself.

“I want you to lay down and touch yourself.” Touch yourself? Couldn’t he do it? You opened your mouth to argue but one look from Clyde made you snap your mouth shut again.

The comforter was soft against your skin as you laid down on your back. You were shy as you separated your legs just enough so that you could slip your hand in between your legs.

The first touch was electric. You had never felt such a reaction from simply touching yourself. Sure, you were an expert in getting yourself off, but it never felt quite like this, not this good from so little.

You circled your bud, applying just the right pleasure that caused you to moan. Your eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, getting lost in the feeling building in your belly.

“Open yer eyes.” He had moved closer, a lot closer, with surprising stealth as you hadn’t heard even a low scuffle of feet. His eyes were commanding the attention of your own as he scolded you.

You withdrew your hand automatically from yourself, moving it up to rest on your belly, thinking that he must want you to stop. You were wrong, however, for his eyes snapped down to watch it and he scolded you once again.

“I didn’t tell ye to stop.” He only moved away once more when he was satisfied with your continued movements.

He walked over to the single chair by the living room table, dragging it with him back over to the bed, placing it by the end where he would get just the right view of you working yourself.

He pulled his pants down before sitting down with a huff. He had gone commando. You let out a whimper of need at the sight.

Clyde Logan was the owner of the most perfect cock you had ever seen. It was so heavy that it had barely been able to bob against his stomach, despite his sitting position.

You arched your neck, trying to get a closer look. It was swollen and huge and pink at the tip. His thumb was working over the head, smearing the precum that had leaked out.

“Ye stopped.” It was a statement, and he didn’t need to give you further instructions for you to once again start moving your hand between your legs.

You let it travel further down this time, to collect some of your wetness with two fingers before bringing it up to your mouth and tasting yourself. Sweet and tangy.

Clyde didn’t make a single sound to let you know if he was affected by your actions, so all you could do was assume that he was, and that was enough to spur you on.

You brought your hand back down, inserting a finger slowly, testing the waters. You were more than ready, your walls giving way easily to the intrusion.

A second soon joined the first and you set a steady rhythm, pumping them in and out with a squelch as your walls clenched around your digits. Your other palm came up to massage at your breast, twisting the nipple between your fingertips.

Your chest heaved with your moans that were penetrating the air. It was hard keeping your eyes open with the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling but you had to stay focus, you didn’t want to miss a second of seeing Clyde slumped from the pleasure of his touch as he fucked into his hand.

“I want ye to make yerself cum.” You were more than happy to give in to this demand. Your fingers were moving urgently inside of you, and your other hand moved on from your breast, coming down to pinch at your clit and then rub tight small circles over it.

The heat that had been steadily building inside of you, blossoming in your stomach, was slowly taking over your entire body now. Your toes were beginning to curl, and you were fighting your eyes from rolling backwards in your head.

And then, it all became too much for you and you let go and the best part of it all rolled over you like tidal waves, washing through you, soaking you with that post-orgasmic glow.

You let your fingers slowly slip out of you, letting your arms fall to your sides as you watched Clyde get up. You didn’t know if he had come, having been too focused on yourself, but it didn’t matter, he still stood at full attention.

Your mouth practically frothed at the sight of him, you could turn rabid from the need that you had for him. A whine slipped out of your mouth, an arm lifting up to reach out for him, needing to touch him.

He came close enough so that your fingers could just barely brush against the fabric of his pants that he still insisted on having on.

Rage took over your body. It was an irrational rage, why did he still have them on? You wanted them off and you wanted them off now. You had to see him, all of him, before you went insane from the deprivation. Was it even possible? To lose your mind over not getting to see another person naked? You certainly thought so.

You sat up, leaning on one of your shoulders as you looked up at him with a glare on your face.

“Take them off.” He was thoroughly amused by your attempt at a demand. You didn’t achieve quite the same rumble in your tone that he had which left no room for arguing, but still, he conceded and pushed the pants down his legs until they were low enough to be kicked off.

His shirt followed soon after, almost hitting you in the face as he threw it carelessly toward the corner of the bed.

You couldn’t help but admire him. A work of art, good enough to be hung in the Met, that was for sure.

You got on your knees in front of him, the height from the bed aiding you in being just tall enough so that you could place kisses on his chest- You placed the first one in the middle, right over his sternum whilst looking up at him.

Your eyes stayed locked as you planted another kiss over his heart, the next on his right pec, and so forth. They circled around one of his nipples, letting your teeth give it a small nibble before pulling it with you just a bit before releasing it and letting it revert to its original state, hard as a rock.

It was starting to get more and more obvious just how affected Clyde was getting, his arousal much more prominent, if that was even possible. You could feel it against your skin, you didn’t want to touch it just yet, dragging it out for as long as you could.

You enjoyed watching him become more and more flustered by your actions. His chest was heavy with each audible breath, cock tapping against your lower stomach, begging to be touched, but you kept your hands away. They were holding on to his thighs, caressing them in small movements that were making their way toward his cock at snail pace.

“Ye gon’ tease me all night?” You let out a laugh at the ridiculous accusation. If anybody had been the one to tease, it was Clyde.

“Are you going to tease me all night?” You threw the question back at him, biting your lip with an innocent smile.

He growled. He actually growled and you could feel how it caused a trickle to roll down your leg.

“Didn’t yer mammy or daddy ever teach ye not to talk back?”

“They didn’t actually” His eyes had steadily grown darker and darker as the evening progressed and were now on the border of black.

He smashed your lips together, grabbing a hold of your face with his right hand with a bruising grip. He kissed and nipped at your lips before pulling back and pushing you back onto the bed.

He was quick to follow you onto the bed as he guided you to lay on your back, spread eagle, with him kneeling between your legs. His hands were on his hips as he watched you. You squirmed under his gaze, trying to create some type of friction anywhere that would aid in bringing you closer to another release.

His kisses started on your inner knee, building their way up at a torturous pace. He didn’t leave a kiss between your legs; instead, he just hovered there so you could feel his hot breath tickle you before continuing.

You were practically sobbing for more when he finally made it to your lips.

“Please, you have to…”

“I have t’ what?” He looked completely serious as he looked down at you, balanced on one hand. He was expecting an answer from you, and you didn’t know what to say. You obviously wanted him to fuck you but for some reason, you were too shy to say it.

“Mhm… thought so,” He hummed before dropping down to his elbows pressing his entire body onto you.

You could feel all of him. His skin was electric against your own and you could feel his length brushing over your clit. He rolled his hips in a small wave and you arched your back from the moan that escaped you.

It had all built up so much that the smallest touch from him could cause you to completely fall apart, despite the orgasm you had had. It was because it was different when Clyde was the one that touched you; your own touch was nowhere near adequate in comparison.

He rolled his hips again, this time applying just a bit more pressure and you couldn’t help but to widen and draw up your legs slightly, wanting to give him easier access.

“I didn’t tell ye tha’ ye could move.” You were trembling from need at his words. You needed more; couldn’t he understand that?

You were reluctant as you started to bring your legs back down, but he (thankfully) hooked his left arm around your leg, stopping its descent. He hoisted it up to rest by the side of his hip as he simultaneously sat back upon his haunches.

“Do ye need me inside of ye?” Your head had started nodding before he could even finish the sentence, causing a wicked smile to spread across his face.

“I need t’ be inside of ye too.” They were the most glorious words you had ever heard.

His right hand gave a tug at his cock, but it didn’t need any more preparation. It was hard and as ready for you as you were him. He grabbed a hold of base, stabilizing it as he dragged it through your sweet and slickened folds before slowly slipping inside.

Your walls easily gave way for him as he finally pushed in due to your overflowing arousal. He stretched you as wide as you would go with little pain and raw pleasure. You were clenched tightly around him, walls squeezing him in a vice grip, trying to draw him in even deeper.

You could feel yourself grow more and more manic in your need as he sunk deeper and deeper into you. It was as if all other senses had disappeared and all you could focus on was his powerful thrusts that were drilling into you.

He kept your right leg at his hips, whilst his other hand was hoisting your left over his shoulder after just a few deep thrusts.

You choked from the warmth that spread through your body from this position. He was deeper than you even knew you could take him. The head of his cock tapping at your cervix with every drilling thrust but there was no pain, only excruciating pleasure that made tears leak from your eyes from happiness.

The carnal need was as fervent within Clyde as it was you. He couldn’t take it slow; his thrusts were forceful and intent on driving you to your next orgasm as quickly as he could.

“Fuck, ye feel good.” Clyde hissed. “Such a sweet an’ tight little pussy.”

Your eyes could barely focus on him, only catching small glimpses of him with his hair plastered to his forehead from the moisture that was collected there. Your hands were grasping onto the duvet, needing something to hold onto in desperation.

His thrusts were precise and well calculated; he hit that spot inside of you over and over again that made you let out guttural moans.

But he enjoyed torturing you and he suddenly came to a halt, retracting from you completely.

“Move over.” He helped to guide you in your haze. Your own movements were thankfully still quick despite your barely lucid mind as you shuffled to the side, and he laid down on the bed.

Clyde’s hand was supporting his base, helping it stand tall, ready for you to penetrate yourself onto it. You threw your leg over his hips to straddle him. You hovered over his cock, looking down to see how you were dripping on to him.

You didn’t stay there for too long before mounting yourself onto it, dropping down with a pant as you engulfed him within you.

The pace you set was frantic, chasing climax. Your hands came down to rest on his chest to better help you push yourself up and down his cock. The sound of your skin slapping against his echoed around the room, driving your wild.

He was a sight for sore eyes underneath you. Lost in the madness and wild from it all. His desire and pleasure were so clear on his face from the way his mouth was parted and the way his eyes admired you, following your every movement.

He used his right hand to help you ram down onto him again and again.

You got on your feet, gaining better leverage than you had had before on your knees, bouncing up and down. You were so, so close; you could feel your orgasm simmering there underneath the surface, you just needed a small push to get there. And Clyde delivered that small push.

“Yer such a good girl, takin’ me so well. You just love bein’ fucked, don’t ye?”

Your walls clamped down on him, legs shaking as you came to a stop, being unable to continue as you fell forward onto his chest, overwhelmed by the pleasure that filled your body.

He received you in his arms, letting his hand caress over your spine as you continued to slightly convulse from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl” He crooned in your ear with a kiss and tug on your lobe.

Clyde wasn’t as sweet when he pinned both your arms to your sides with one of his, holding you in place as he started slamming his hips up into you, chasing his own pleasure.

The sounds that came out of your as he rammed himself in over and over again were indistinguishable. You were gushing around him, your entire body vibrating from another orgasm, but he still didn’t let up. His hips were starting to stutter, however, thrusts being off-pace as he pounded into you.

And then a sharp thrust was accompanied by a husky cry as he ejected deep inside of you. He managed to pump into you a few more times as your walls milked him, your mixed climaxes collecting at his base.

You were exhausted, unable to move so he stayed there, deep inside of you as he grew flaccid.

You thought it was a fuck for the history books.