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kteezy997 · 5 months ago

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Hello I’m sorry to bother you I saw your bio says your requests are open and I was wanting to request a smut with Lee from bones and all. My request is Lee taking his girlfriend and fellow eaters virginity he is soft and dominant with her saying she is his girl. If that’s out of your comfort zone or you don’t want to do it that’s fine! :)

His Girl//Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: mention of murder, mention of cannibalism, Lee and reader are eaters, blood, smut, female receiving oral sex, reader’s first time

•Unedited at this time•

He had killed for you. What else was love? You didn't think there were many people in the world that could say that about their partner, that they would kill for you.

Lee was a great boyfriend and the best protector you could have ever asked for. And now that he you had shared someone together, your relationship felt more serious than ever. You felt so safe and secure with him. It is quite an intimate thing for an eater to share their food. So it was clear now that you had a strong bond and a mutual trust between you.

The two of you were able to return back to your motel room undetected. You were both cover in splotches of blood from the mouth down.

"C'mon baby, let's get cleaned up." Lee said, a silly grin on his face. The blood spatters on his cheeks were like a gory five o'clock shadow.

You weren't nervous, everything felt natural as you went into the bathroom and saw him getting undressed as you started to do the same.

Lee turned the water on and took your hand to lead you into the shower.

He was the first person to make you feel seen and loved. He was your family now. Your parents had abandoned you, not that you could really blame them. They could no longer endure the trauma you had brought into their lives. They could not go on hiding what you were.

But what you had now with Lee was even more special, because there was no obligation. He chose you and you chose him.

The water washed over your bodies. You welcomed the warmth and it felt so relieving to get the blood off of you. You watched as Lee's pinkish brown hair was drenched. He looked so handsome, as always, as the blood was rinsed from his jawline.

Lee pulled you into his chest, kissing you and letting the water fall onto your head, soaking your hair. You picked up the washcloth and got it wet under the water and massaged the bar of soap onto it. You then started to lather his arms and chest with the cloth.

You looked down at your feet, seeing the blood mix with the water and the white suds of the soap, looking like a melted strawberry milkshake under your feet.

Lee took the washcloth from your hands, and gently ran it over your back.

You looked into his green eyes, and that was all he had to do to warm you from the inside out.

"I love you, y/n." he whispered.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

He matched your smile and kissed you again.

……

You got out of the shower and onto the bed together with Lee crawling on top of you. He spread your legs instantly, dipping his head between them. He flattened his eager tongue onto your clit, swiping up upward, slowly, over and over, savoring your taste.

“Mmm.” he moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your toes curl.

“Oh, Lee.” you panted, put your hand in his hair as his tongue danced up and down your slit. “Fuck.” you cried, letting your head fall back. You grabbed the sheets a moment later as he wiggled his tongue, agitating your clit. You held your mouth closed to muffle your moans.

“No, baby.” You heard your boyfriend’s voice. “Don’t hold back. Open your mouth, I want to hear you.”

You looked down at him, he held your thighs in his rough, tattooed hands. His eyes watched you as he returned his tongue to you your folds. “Mm, fuck.” you whimpered.

“Yes, my sweet girl. You’re so good.” he praised, squeezing your thighs in his palms. As he massaged your clit with his lips, he rubbed your outer thighs.

Your arched your back, feeling euphoria take over your body. You moaned without shame. You no longer cared if your motel neighbors heard you. Lee gave you permission to be loud, and that was all that mattered.

He wiggled his tongue, darting it into your pleasure points over and over. “Come for me.” he panted softly from between your legs.

And you did. Your body shook from orgasm. You shuddered, accidentally squeezing Lee’s head with your thighs.

Lee raised up into his knees, holding your legs apart. “Are you ready?” he asked, looking at you so tenderly.

“Yes, I want you, Lee.” you replied instantly.

His lip turned up into a smirk, he tugged slightly on your legs, thrusting his hips forward. “This will hurt at first.” he warned, “But I will stop if you tell me to.”

There was an intense pressure as he pushed the head of his cock inside of you. You held your breath, wincing. You gripped the sheets again. You could feel his cock tearing your pussy walls with each centimeter of his length.

“Are you good?” Lee asked, putting his hand in your hair.

You nodded, clinging to him.

“I need you to use your words. Nodding is not good enough right now.” he said firmly.

“Yes, it hurts. But I don’t want to stop.”

“Okay, I’m just going to go all the way in, like ripping off a bandage, yeah.”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He slid his cock in, sheathing himself entirely. His chest touched your breasts, and his face was just inches above you. He groaned, wincing and clenching his jaw. “You’re so tight, baby. But it feels good.” He held himself up with his flat on the mattress, and slowly bobbed his hips into you.

“Mm.” you muttered as the pressure inside you lessened. You were really wet, so his big cock slid nicely in and out. It started to feel good.

“How do you feel, my girl?” he huffed out, going a little faster.

You locked eyes with him. His red tipped curls hung in his eyes, making him look so cute. “Feels amazing, I love you, Lee.”

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ginnysgraffiti · 8 months ago

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period, cramps, blood.

&. LEE x yn.

how lee would treat you when you're on your period.

(my extremely inaccurate opinion.)

- it goes without saying it, he's not used to it. since the only relationship he used to be in ended badly (rachel), he never had the chance to experience something romantic before you.

- at first he would panic, more for the blood than the actual situation of yours. the smell would just awaken his instincts and he would find himself fighting hard to ignore it.

- lee would hate seeing you wiggle in bed and suffer for cramps. that's why he would go to the grocery shop every day and fill you up with a huge amount of chocolate. all types, from the white to the dark, from chocolate milk to salty chocolate.

- he would just have more excuses to snuggle up against you or cuddle you randomly.

- he would wait for you to fall asleep while he rests his head on your belly to make sure to keep it warm.

- you won't have to move a single finger. your boyfriend would look after everything to ensure you a good rest. (he would probably set the kitchen on fire)

- even if it may not be a huge deal to you, for lee it's always a delicate thing when it comes to your period, and he's scared to death to do something wrong or make you angry by doing nothing.

- he would leave his loose and oversized hoodies on your mattress so you can stay comfy and warm by using them. to him, you definitely look like a cutie minion with his clothes.

- he would prepare a hot water bottle with soft cover every evening.

- he would massage your belly if your cramps are unmanageable.

- he would even refuse to go hunting just to look after you constantly and be there if you need him.

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starlightsuffered · 6 months ago

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Keep You Around

Info - size kink, vocal reader. Bad intentions, unprotected sex, hair pulling, biting, blood, manhandling, hook up, Dom make

She was a mean girl. I felt like I could tell just from looking at her. There were things in life that she should have cared about but didn’t. I wondered if she felt guilty living such a carefree life.

“Hello little lamb,” I crooned as I sidled up to her. From the light of interest in her eyes I assumed she’d be quite interested. This wouldn’t be a hard kill.

“Hello, I’m y/n,” she said. She held out a well manicured hand. Her skin showed no signs of earth wear and tear as mine did. When my scared hand covered hers she shivered.

“You’re so much bigger than me…..”

“Lee,” I finished for her.

“Lee,” she crooned back.

“Yes darling,” I smirked.

“Darling?” She asked with a blush. “Oh I could just eat you up.”

“Oh my dear, I don’t think you know what you’re saying,” I admonished her.

She squealed in delight when I picked her up. She seemed to enjoy how small she was in comparison to me. I had her in the bathroom stall and up against a wall in seconds. Her petite body was so easy to move around. Eating her after this would be like breaking a tooth pick.

I licked my fingers and swiped them slowly through her entrance. She shuddered with delight. She already tasted good.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned as my cock head entered her pussy. Her breath hitched dramatically.

“So fucking tight,” I growled. I had to be careful about pushing inside.

“It feels like a monster,” she gulped.

“Yeah baby, a monster to possess that pussy,” I whispered in her ear. She shuddered all over again, I loved how reactionary she was. I could feel her pussy becoming more slick and my thrusts hadn’t even started.

“Take me,” she begged. She didn’t know just how much taking I would do.

I grabbed her hair and twisted it around my arm. I yanked her head back. I began to push my dick inside her over and over.

“Holy fuck,” she whined. I chuckled into her skin and bit down gently on her neck.

“Yes! Yes,” she breathed. She was panting.

“You’re like a bitch in heat,” I teased.

“I’ll be your bitch, I’ll be your anything,” she hissed.

“My little prey,” I crooned. My teeth were ripping at her skin but she didn’t even seem to care.

“Are you making me bleed, that’s so fucking hot,” she whimpered. “You’re like a vampire.”

“You taste delicious darling,” I complimented her.

“I’m close oh fuck I’m so close,” she was nearly squealing on my cock. I grabbed her sides and bounced her up and down. Her small body was like a cocksleeve for me.

“Such a tight, little, thing,” I groaned as I slammed my cock inside. “M’gonna fill ya up.”

“AHHHH!” She began to scream as I started to cum. I could feel her tight pussy squeezing me.

“Good girl, good girl,” I praised her. I noticed her neck was still bleeding. This would be the time if any, but damn that cunt had been the best I’d ever had.

“I think I’ll keep you around for a bit,” I mused.

“Hmmm?” She asked in a cum drunk tone.

“Nothing my little pet, don’t worry.”

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loverangels · 10 months ago

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TIMOTHEE C

timothee chalamet.˚ ᡣ𐭩

laurie laurence

paul atreides

lee (bones and all)

elio perlman

king hal

hal (the king)

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ginnyluvstimmy · 10 months ago

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𝐥𝐞𝐞 : ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇʸ ( ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ )

• lee, contrary to popular belief...is just one big teddy-bear. he LOVES to cuddle. he lives for that shit.

• nights that you both spend in his truck are quite uncomfortable being squashed in the back together, except when you look at him and he is having the most peaceful sleep of his life.

• honestly, he won't admit it but you can see it on his face when he passes out and he looks so peaceful. he sleeps way better when he has someone warm to cuddle.

• he will randomly come up to you, whether your laying in bed or on the couch and just crush you.

• HE CRUSHES YOU. He will just put his entire body ON YOU. sitting on the couch? cool he's on top of you now. laying in bed trying to sleep? get suffocated. he's on you. ALWAYS. he's just needy, have mercy :D

• he's also like a cat in a way. he wants to cuddle but only when HE wants to. but if you cuddle up to him in bed or on the couch he won't deny you.

• PLEASE crush him back. no matter your body weight (off topic head cannon but Lee loves ALL body types. It doesn't matter. HE LOVES YOU.) CRUSH HIM BACK. he's sitting on the couch? get on top of him. he's laying in bed trying to sleep? suffocate him.

(he will never tell you directly when he wants cuddles, but you know how to recognize his puppy look)

• he enjoys spooning the most, that or laying his head on your tummy and laying between your legs. (bonus points if you have a squishy tummy.)

• when you both are spooning he loves to shove his face into the crook of your neck and smell you. he's a weirdo.

• on the topic of smelling. he likes the way his partner smells. (HE'S BISEXUAL PEOPLE!! ITS CANNON!!) he likes to randomly smell your hair or your clothes. he thinks he's sneaky but he isn't.

• he also enjoys if his partner has like, long ish fluffy hair, mostly because he likes to play with it. as long as he can rake his fingers through it while cuddling you he's content.

• on the topic of hair HE LOVESS and i mean LOVESS when you scratch his scalp or massage his head and play with his hair when he cuddles with you.

• his ideal sleeping position consists of his face swuished into your tummy, either you laying on your back or your side. (if you're on your side he is most definitely hugging your torso and squeezing you.) him smelling your shirt, and you playing with his hair.

• looks like he could kill you? he's a cinnamon roll

• he's literally just a big baby. he enjoys being pampered. he doesn't look it but he does. he also will not admit it.

• likes to act hot and confident but he just wants your attention

• ideally lee would like to sleep at night with just a t-shirt and his boxers...but if you're weirded out by that he'll settle for some shorts

• on the topic of kissing be carful he does nibble. he can't help it. one second he's lightly kissing your tummy and then you'll feel his teeth. or he's kissing your neck and you feel his teeth. don't be scared though...he won't actually bite you or eat you. he loves you too much for that.

• if you're an eater too then he could ask you to go feeding with him. it's a very intimate thing between eaters and he wants to enjoy it with you.

(maybe just to be in charge to clean you once in the shower)

• HE JUST LOVES PHYSICAL CONTACT SO MUCH PLEASE!!! (he won't admit it)

• sometimes dirty minded and pervy, he can't help

• let him lay his head in your lap and he'll die.

• speaking of him being a child. if he's having a bad day he will claim he wants to be left alone because he's emo but if you just persist and randomly cuddle up to him his eyes will literally turn into hearts.

• you'll just feel him shove his mouth on to your tummy and hear the farting noises...he's such a child.

• JEALOUS. I REPEAT, DEADLY JEALOUS.

(sorry for your lovers, but we both know how it's going to end)

• cooks you breakfast every morning he can.

• falls asleep looking at the stars with you.

• if he's out he will leave a piece of paper on the fridge saying he loves you and listing the ingredients for you to cook.

• loves, literally LOVES to go on long trips with you on his blue pick-up (especially mountain).

• professional studies has deduced that he loves to be submissive, so he could literally lose control if you put yourself on top.

• loves to share cigarettes or oversized clothes with you (sometimes even his boxers)

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lust4lyf3 · 6 months ago

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Strangers (pt. 1)

Pairing: Lee (Bones and All) x fem reader

Prompt: On y/n’s long and winding journey to nowhere, she runs into someone mysterious. He reminds her of her past, something she’s unsure she should pursue, but is unable to fight the urge.

Warnings: mentions of cannibalism, death, blood, smoking

Word count: 6k

watched bones & all and couldn’t help myself !!!

i’m also an ethel cain fanatic so this is heavily inspired by her and her songs, specifically thoroughfare. highly recommend listening.

anyway timothee was so fine in b&a i was eating it up, no pun intended !

* * *

Whoosh.

It's a humid, late afternoon. The sound of cars passing, insects buzzing, and my shoes consistently hitting the ground, one after the other, fill the air. The passing scenery is lush, and littered with deteriorating stores belittled to roadside stops that invade the town.

Indiana isn't where I live. And it won't be where I'm staying, either. I'm just the same as all the others, passing through and then I'm on my way. Though, I may be slightly different.

I keep on trudging, trying to find any place I can stop and get a drink, my sweat beaded around my forehead. I clutch onto the strap of my bag around me, my very few belongings steadily hitting against my leg as I walk.

I look down at my beaten to near death shoes. I couldn't begin to count the places they've taken me even if I tried. I focus again on what's in front of me, trying not to accidentally sway into oncoming traffic getting lost in my thoughts.

I feel tired, but I'm used to it. This is what my life is, now. Going from one place to the other, on my own. I somehow scraped up enough money to take the train, but I could only make it so far. And now I'm right back where I started. On my feet, and in a place I don't know.

It doesn't exactly phase me. I've never really had a place in my life that I called home. So, this is just what I do now. Anywhere but the place I was forced to call home.

Another few whooshes of passing cars, mostly trucks. A few looks from their drivers as well. The state of me isn't horrible, but definitely not the most presentable. But hell, why would I care? They might think I'm lost or something, walking around alone with torn up clothes and an old bag, I get that. But what they don't know is that I'm far from lost.

Finally, I see corner store, a few paces up the road. A type of place that I find a lot of solace in. I keep on, approaching the small, old building with its makeshift gravel parking lot infested with weeds and various litter.

I walk up, but stop before the entrance at the edge of the street. A break is needed to be had. I sit down abruptly, my ass on the road and my shoes in the dirt. I sigh a breathe of relief and take in the feeling of not relying on my feet before fishing into my bag. I poke around, and find my cigarettes, and eventually my lighter.

I pull them out and flick the box open. One left. Good thing I'm at the store. I put the box up to my lips and close them around the singular cigarette, pulling the box away and tossing it back in the bag. I lift the lighter and easily catch a light, no breeze in the way. Much to my discontent, though. I need a good breeze right now.

I take a drag as the light stays at the end, then flick the lighter closed and take it out of my mouth, exhaling. I close my eyes and lean back on one hand. A great feeling, this is. These are the moments I live for. The small ones, where I feel like if I just willed it, I might feel a little bit of heaven.

I open my eyes again, and take in my surroundings. I can smell the grass and car exhaust that add to the ambiance of the outdated building. A few figures pass by in the windows of the lit store. I peer far enough back to see that they have freezers at the end of the aisles. Jackpot. The thought of an ice cold Coke could keep me alive right now.

I take a few more drags of the cigarette and then leave it still in my mouth. I pull my bag onto my lap and rummage around some more, looking for my leftover cash. I find some loose bills and coins, and gather them all up in one hand. I shuffle through them quickly, counting. Not as much as I would like there to be, as per usual. I sigh again, this time not of relief.

It's enough to buy another pack of Marlboro Reds, but that's about it. I ponder what I know I might have to do. I've done it before, but I still don't like it every time.

It's easy to get scrappy when you're out here like I am, something I've noticed quite a bit. I've accepted it's just something you have to get used to. I justify it to myself as being better than what I escaped. I don't think anything tops that.

I finish the cigarette, fling the butt into the ground, and give it a good stomp. I worry that one day my shoes will be so worn that the soles will give out, and I might feel the cigarette on my foot next time. Irrational fear, I would notice before that.

I put the money neatly in my pocket and stand up, slinging my bag back around my shoulder. It's now closer to dusk, meaning I have to find a place to stay, and quickly.

I start walking up to the clear glass doors, and then push myself in. Instantly a wave of air conditioning hits my face and blows through my hair. Another small, heavenly moment. The aroma of the store came mostly from the direction of the freezers, sort of a cardboard-like smell, but comforting nonetheless.

Another curious smell entered my senses, but it almost wasn't a smell. It's more like a feeling, weirdly. But it's faint.

I brush it off, and look around. There's an older woman clerk behind the counter at a register, flipping through a magazine with long nails and chewing loudly on a piece of gum. She didn't look up when I came in. A good sign.

I walk in further under the harsh fluorescent lights and past an aisle. I keep on observing the store, on the lookout for things I want to take with me. I have to travel light, so I only allow myself the necessities.

I peer into an aisle and see a mother with her small daughter browsing the snacks. I peer into the next, a bigger looking man near the very end at the freezers in the back. It looks like he's looking at the alcohol.

I weave in through the aisle, carefully scanning its sides for things I might need. I see way too many things I want, that's for sure. It hurts my heart blowing right past the Twinkies. God, I haven't had one of those in a while.

The feeling I felt earlier comes on a little stronger. I can't help but feel that it is a sort of scent, but I can't really tell. I'm pretty sure I'm just dizzy from not eating, or something.

I move on from the aisle with nothing, proud of myself for refraining from grabbing something extraneous. I walk past the big guy, who definitely smells like he had already downed quite a few beers, and into the next aisle with the toiletries in it.

Near the end of the aisle is a younger looking guy, probably around my age, tall, sort of lanky. Immediately when I see him, I feel the weird sense again. I'm just hoping at this point that my stomach doesn't make some weird, worrying noise. But this time, it feels like it's coming from something external.

I keep walking closer the middle of the aisle, trying to focus on which stuff is on the shelves. The guy comes a little bit clearer into my peripheral view, and I can see that his dark brown hair is dyed red at the ends in the style of a mullet. He stays studying something hanging up in the row.

He seems like the type of person I would've liked to know. I always hung around the more alternative kids in school, and he seems like that type, with his overly ripped jeans and floral button-up shirt. But, I'm on the lonely road for now. I can't stick around anywhere.

I still feel the feeling, the sense, the smell. It worsens as I keep moving down, but it doesn't cloud my mind. I'm still clear-headed, but the scent is definitely present. I can't help but feel a sort of familiarity with it. Something kind of gross that reminds of me of my past. I try not to be reminded of what it is and keep on and on with my scanning.

And then, I spot it. The Holy Grail. Tampons. That is a necessity. I move immediately towards them low down on the shelf. I crouch down on the floor next to them and look for the right ones.

I keep looking, bluffing slightly by pretending to read the labels to get my bag open a little wider. I realize I'm lot closer to that guy now.

In a swift motion, I grab one of the boxes, and quickly swipe it into the bag. I try to think that maybe the guy didn't see it, but I'm not sure how he couldn't have. I reflexively and awkwardly turn my head up to look at him, checking to see if he was looking in my direction. Right as I turned, so did he.

We make eye contact, and the feeling I get is overwhelming. The smell is strong now. And I can definitely smell it. But that's not all that I'm sensing.

In the span of the few milliseconds I'd been looking at him, I somehow felt like there was some sort of energy field between us, an indescribable and sudden thing.

It's almost as if he read my mind, because the look he gives back to me is one of knowing, slightly bordering on confusion. He must be feeling something, too. He hums for a moment, and then nods a little, like he knows what I'm doing and is giving me the clear.

I'm still distracted by the whole interaction, and buffer for a moment before looking back down and swiping another box. How weird is this?

I'm still a little bit overtaken with my thoughts when the big, drunk guy walks into the aisle, holding a can in his hand. I look over his way as he leans down slightly, looking at a shelf a little ways away.

The mom with the kid from earlier then comes out from behind the other row, turning to come into the aisle. She's a little bit close to the drunk guy.

"Excuse me," she says to him, very politely.

"Woah, you tryin' to run me down?" he says loudly, unbalanced-ly turning towards her and getting awkwardly close in her space. She looks at him a little bit confused, and definitely scared, and keeps moving.

"I asked a question!" he rings again when she doesn't respond. She starts walking faster down the aisle. "Hear this, ya dumb hoe!-"

"Hey! Don't talk to her like that-," I quickly say, unable to keep it in.

"Hey!" the dark hair guy from before says behind me, directly after I speak up, almost cutting me off. "You're out of control, buddy."

I quickly turn around and look over at him. He's looking back down at the shelf already.

"Are you with the store, or something'?" drunk guy talks back, obviously perturbed.

"Nah, I'm not with the store, but I'm gonna escort you out of it," dark hair says back overconfidently, now standing up straight and starting to walk towards drunk guy.

"Fuckin' see what happens!" drunk guy shouts, coming closer.

What is this kid doing?, I think to myself. Drunk guy is probably 3 times the body mass of him. But he still approaches.

"See what happens? See what happens" dark hair mumbles tauntingly. "Is something bad gonna happen?" he turns to me and smirks while he says it, almost like a Watch this, and then turns back to the guy.

In one sudden, freak motion, dark hair comes up to drunk guy, and nearly head-butts him, making both me and drunk guy jump. He comes so close, and then moves away at the last second, like some sort of entrancing dance.

Dark hair moves around weirdly like a posturing animal in front of him, like nothing I've ever seen before. Drunk guy stands there for a second, extremely pissed off, before shouting Outside! and pointing out the store. Dark hair quickly runs away from him and out of the aisle, drunk guy hustling close behind.

I stand up from my crouch, trying to look over the row to see where they go.

"We're going outside!" he repeats, angrily.

"You enjoy hassling people, man? Is that what you do on Saturdays when you're done jerking off?" I hear dark hair say as he pushes open the door leading outside into the parking lot. Drunk guy keeps with him, looking more fuming than before.

They mumble something else to each other that I can't hear before fully exiting. I stand there for a second, trying to process what just happened. I luckily saw the mom and daughter checking out and about to leave, thankfully. I'll never understand jerks like that. What's their problem?

I then think about dark hair guy. I really hope he doesn't get beaten to a pulp out there, though I'm pretty sure that's what will happen. He was just trying to help.

I quickly remember what I'm doing in the store, and turn back to the shelf. Good thing is that whatever that was that just happened would definitely distract from the fact that I'm stealing.

Weirdly, I can still faintly smell the strange scent, but it mostly went away.

I lean back down to the tampons to grab one more box, and then, it hits me.

I gasp and drop the box I just grabbed on the ground. The scent. The knowing. I have felt it before.

A brief memory flashes in my mind of my older sister, someone I've tried to block from my memory altogether.

No matter how hard I try to forget about her and my family, I'll never forget what she did.

I shake my head, trying to clear my head. If I wasn't before, I was definitely dizzy now.

I know why I smelled what I did and felt what I did. It had to have been coming from the dark hair guy.

I recalled from the memory that it was when my sister came to me one day, her a teenager and I just a little bit younger. She told me something no kid should even know exists. She said she had urges to do terrible, terrible things.

Which, specifically, was eating people.

I was skeptical and didn't want to believe it for a long time, but that was before other things unfolded and everything went to shit, but it was real.

And the smell.

I had forgotten that there was a certain feeling that I got when I was around my sister, similar to experiencing an aroma, or an aura. I had picked up on it so sensitively from being around her often. And I also had a hunch it might be something genetic.

But still, I never felt that connection feeling.

But I tried so, so hard to convince myself all of that shit was just a dream. And I still am. And that's part of why I am where I am.

I come back to reality, still standing in the same place.

I quickly pick up the box that I dropped, and move out of the aisle to another one, trying to just continue on with my day. But I'm thinking too hard, all of these drudged up thoughts and repressed memories surfacing.

But mostly, I was thinking about dark hair guy, wishing I knew his name, and thinking about how he looked at me. His chiseled face and shadowy features, but he looked kind. I'm pretty sure his eyes were green. He was really good looking, now that I think about it. Why am I thinking that? Why am I thinking good things about someone who I just found out is a cannibal?

I fight away that thought, but I still can't help but feel like there was something that was strange between us. I recognized the aura, but the connected sensation that I felt was completely foreign to me. It felt otherworldly. And I can't help but think that he felt it, too. It was weirdly comforting.

All I wanted to do was to talk to him, or something. Maybe he would even let me tag along with him, wherever he's going. It's hard being alone out here sometimes, not to mention dangerous. Maybe he even has some money, or a car. I assume he's on the run, sort of like I am. For different reasons, obviously, but I understand his cause.

I at least just want know who he is. And then I'll move on with my life. I just can't stop thinking about what I felt. The connection.

Or, I could just be getting dehydration hallucinations. Honestly, I hope it's that. It would make things a lot less complicated.

Being reminded of how thirsty I am, I move back towards the freezers, and grab a freezing cold water bottle and a glass coke bottle. I slip them both in my bag, maybe a little bit too obviously. I can't really get myself to care much anymore.

I grab a couple random bags of something from the snack aisle, slip that in my bag too, and then move to the front counter. The lady looks up from her magazine.

"Just some Marlboro Reds, please," I say. She looks me up and down for a moment, probably trying to study if I'm old enough. If she doesn't think so, she doesn't say anything, and turns around and grabs the box of cigarettes off the wall, and slides them onto the counter.

"Two-fifty," she says, sounding very unimpressed. I fork the money out of my pocket and hand it over. I give her three dollars.

While she gets my change out of the register, I look out the glass doors that lead outside, hoping maybe I see dark hair guy. I have no idea what could've gone on between him and that guy.

She dings the register closed, and I start to feel the smell entering my senses again. I frantically try to focus my eyes around the scenery outside, searching for any sign of dark hair guy. There's an abandoned-looking building across the parking lot from the store.

"Ma'am."

I turn towards the clerk lady. She's holding out my change for me. Fifty cents.

"Sorry," I say flustered, putting out my hand for the change. She drops it in my palm, I shove it in my pocket, grab my cigarettes, and walk to the door.

I pause in front of the entrance, my hands resting on the push handle. I look out of the glass and try searching more, attempting to follow the scent. It's fully dusk now. Fading pink and purple hues fill the horizon.

Without thinking, I push my way out the door, unable to ignore the scent still closing in on me. The air is slightly brisk, but still thick with humidity. My gaze is fixated on the abandon building as I carefully stalk closer to it, the dusty gravel of the lot crunching beneath my shoes. It seems like it's coming from that general direction.

Before I can process it, the smell gets overwhelmingly strong, my head and lungs almost drowning in it. I pause for a moment, almost hyperventilating. He was close.

A sudden noise comes from the building, a sound like shoes scuffing on concrete. A person emerges from the shadows of a window-less hole in the side of the decrepit building.

Its him. He's not wearing a shirt, and there's blood all over him.

He's carrying a bag, which he quickly throws down once he jumps over the short wall. He crouches down and pulls something out of it, and then turns his head, eyes landing on me. All I can do is stare back.

We recognize each other for a moment, and then he turns his attention back down to whatever he pulled out of the bag, which was a water bottle. He unscrews the lid, places the bottle between his knees so the water comes spilling out, and splashes it on himself in efforts of cleaning the blood off.

I realize that he's now wearing a hat. The same one drunk guy was wearing in the store.

Did he...?

He screws the top back on the bottle, shoves it in his bag, and slings it over his shoulder. He turns in my direction, and stops, looking me dead in the eye. I stand still, the sound of my heart beating consuming my hearing. He slowly starts to stalk towards me, maintaining the menacing eye contact.

He pauses just slightly in his tracks, like he's trying to study me, smell me, maybe, before he keeps walking. I felt hot under his brief stare, like I was under a magnifying glass being angled to the sun.

He gets closer, and then turns abruptly to the right towards the cars in the lot, his gaze now averted down to his feet.

"He's over in there, like, 400 yards, if you want him," he says, breaking the silence. He points over to the building using his head, still walking.

I keep staring, not sure what to say. I shake my head no, slightly. I guess he did eat that guy. Oh God. Does he think I wanna eat him?

I should probably get far away from him, but I can't shake this weird feeling. I still feel like I need to talk to him, or something.

Before I know it, I'm moving to follow him, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Could you tell anything? In the store?" I blurt out, not thinking before speaking. My question doesn't make much sense. What I meant to say more coherently was if he could tell that I sensed him, or if he felt the weird feeling that I felt, too.

Still, he pauses, and half-turns around to look at me. "I smelled you. In the store. I didn't know I could do that," I say again, trying to save myself. Trying to tell him I'm different, too.

Again, he just stares. The same menacing, yet studying, stare.

"I'm, uh, going west for awhile, and I got dumped here by the train. I just stole dinner because, well, I don't have any money," I drone on, attempting to fill the awkward silence, and maybe allude to us being some sort of alliance. "You're not local either, I guess?"

"Why does that matter?" he quickly responds, almost in a mumble.

I pause for a moment. He's defensive, and I'm not sure what to say. But, at least he said something. It's quiet before I speak again.

"That was nice, what you did for that mom in there," I say, changing the subject and attempting to be friendly, searching for any sort of camaraderie.

Silence, again. Staring, again. He looks confused more than anything. His expression clearly reads Why are you talking to me?

"I'm eighteen, if you're wondering," I add on. I need him to know I'm really on my own, and I'm an adult. I nervously fiddle with the hem of my shorts.

"I was gonna guess younger," he says, in his same mumble tone. Man of few words.

"Thanks," I reply, looking down at the ground, unsure of what to say again. He turns his head and spits on the ground in front of him.

"I don't usually talk to anyone after. I don't actually meet many others. Sorta glad not to," he speaks again, turning on his heel and approaching a blue pick-up truck. His words were so quiet, I almost didn't hear him. He's definitely on the run.

"Yeah, I get that," I say to his now turned back, my feet moving to catch up to him. He reaches into the truck through the open window and unlocks it, clicking open the door. "Except, I'm not really like you. I don't... eat."

He pauses, half-turning again. Staring, again, his puzzled look returning. I stop in my tracks in front of him.

"I can just, sorta, tell when someone does. I knew someone else who did. My sister. So, I'm cool. I understand."

"Huh," he huffs out, his jaw twinged a bit in curiosity. He thought that I was an eater. So, he did feel something. "Still, I'm just saying. I'm not an asshole."

He turns back around and fully opens the car door, starting to put his bag on the seat. We're both silent. He's running, and I'm not sure I can get him to take me with him. I do get it, really. There's not much I can do. Maybe I shouldn't get myself into this mess, anyway.

"You should probably go, anyway. Up close you can see blood," I say, half in defeat, and half in genuinely trying to help.

He turns his head again and gives me a scoff-like expression, almost like a smirk. Like he thinks I might be a little over the top.

"We're fine," he says, and then turns back around, shuffling through his bag.

I look down, and then around at the street and the store, hesitant of what to do. I realize that it's basically dark, and I still don't have a place to sleep. God.

"No, I'm really not sure I am," I respond, semi-absentmindedly, still looking around. I'm worried, now. I might have to sleep next to the dead guy in the building tonight.

He turns to me again. He's put on his shirt and is pulling on the floral one. He looks around for a moment, like he's thinking of saying something he doesn't really want to. There's a hint of sympathy on his face, but mostly reluctance.

"Do you want to get in? For a minute?" he says, his eyes on me now, his finger pointed at the truck.

I look up at him, surprised. He was definitely just trying to get me to get the hell away from him a minute ago. I nod at him slightly, appreciative. His expression is softer now, which I much prefer than the scary one. It looks more like the one he had back in the store.

He then hops into the driver's seat of the truck, and I quickly walk around to the passenger side. He shuts his door and leans his arm up on the edge, looking out the window. I get in next to him, shut the door, and look around the truck.

It's a nice Ford truck, with a bench seat and an FM radio. He averts his gaze from the window to inside, specifically at the glove compartment in front of me. He moves his arm to open it up, his other hand on the wheel. He cracks it open and it makes a loud noise, and his hand brushes up against my knee. He moves it quickly.

He shuffles through the small compartment and pulls out a few pieces of paper, and then holds them up in front of him.

"Barry Cook. 5278 Route 13. Centerville, Indiana. Hm," he reads. His registration?

"Wait, is this your car?" I ask, a little concerned.

"No. It's the guy's," he says, pointing again towards the building with his head. Jesus, stealing his car? I'm still getting used to the fact that he ate him.

"Well, this truck is his. You can't just take it," I say, turned towards him. There's a little bit of urgency in my tone. A little bit of worry, too.

"Everyone's got their rules. That's not one of my rules," he replies, still studying the paper.

I sit back in the seat, a little bit taken aback. I guess there's not much else you can do to that guy. He's gone now.

"What are you gonna do now?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Go to house, probably," he says, looking up from the paper and out at the road.

"His house?"

"Yeah, he didn't have any pictures in his wallet. I think I'll be alright."

"You took his wallet, too?"

"I didn't take his wallet, I took the money out of the wallet. Eight bucks," he says, doing the smirk-scoff again. "I chucked the wallet in the creek back there."

He shuffles some more in his bag. I look around again, still taken aback. I can't be judgmental. I live on the rocks, too. I knew how my sister was. It was something that she couldn't fight off doing. I'm surprised now, but I'd probably be doing some of the same bad things in a couple months time. I never thought I'd ever steal, and look where I'm at now.

I scan outside a little more, considering if I should take the risk and go with him. I mean, he is who he is and does what he does. I don't know if I'm safe. I don't even know his name. I should probably be really scared that he'll kidnap me and eat me, and normally I would be, but somehow, something inside of me is telling me that he won't. And I can't deny that feeling. I also really don't want to sleep outside.

"Do you feel it?" he asks abruptly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I whip my head towards him. Is he a mindreader too?

He's staring down at the steering wheel, jaw clenched, the red in his hair barely visible in the dark. I take in the question for a second, looking at him. He does.

"Yeah, I do. If you're talking about what I think you are."

He sucks on his teeth, and nods slightly. I search his face for some kind of resolution, like he might know what it is.

"I thought you were like me, but you're not. You're different," he says, still looking down, "I've never met anyone like that. Like you."

My heart flutters in my chest a little bit. He doesn't know. So, then what is it?

"I don't know what it is," I say, looking down at my lap now, suddenly a bit shy. Something about the conversation felt vulnerable, now. I remembered again that I still don't know his name. I look up at him once more. "I'm y/n."

He looks up at me. The shadow of his strong nose casts on his face.

"I'm Lee."

Lee. I like that name.

I felt the need to explain myself to him, why I was out here. I still feel weird at how little we know about each other. He's still looking over at me.

"I'm out here by choice. I ran away from home, in Florida," I say, looking out the windshield momentarily. "Just some fucked up family shit. Sort of has to do with my sister. It's a lot. But it's been a few weeks, and I'm already up here."

Lee looks down at his lap, nodding.

"I get that."

Its quiet again for a moment.

"I thought my sister was the only one," I say, breaking the silence, "Until now." Lee's gaze flickers over to me for a second. "I don't know if I should be surprised, or not."

"There's a lot of us," he says, sullenly. He picks his head up and looks outside again. I feel bad. I can't imagine being in his shoes. I knew what it was like for my sister, and I would never wish that on any being. Let alone 'a lot' of beings.

A wave of tiredness hits me, and I'm reminded again of sleep. I should probably ask Lee if I can stay with him before assuming I can. He's only agreed to let me sit in here with him.

"Hey, do you think you could help me?" I say, and his gaze shifts forward, out the windshield, like he's listening. "I'm new at all this, and, I'm all alone out here. Maybe, I could just, come with you for awhile. Wherever you go. I don't care."

I watch his reaction as his jaw twinges again, like he's thinking, but leaning towards no. But, he's still thinking.

"Look, I won't try to mess with you, I promise. I'll stay away and let you do, you know. I'm not gonna tell anyone or freak out or anything. I understand," I say, almost desperately.

He sighs, and then picks up the guy's hat from earlier off the seat, and puts it on. He turns the key in the ignition, and starts the car.

"You said west?" he asks, and my stomach leaps in relief. I can't help but let out a small smile. He looks over at me for just a moment and sees my expression.

"Thank you," I say, sincerely. I relax a little bit, and realize that I'd been tensed up for sometime. I have a place to sleep now.

"We're going to this guy's house first. And then I'm on the road," he says, starting to slowly pull out of the parking lot.

"Okay," I reply, nodding. I'm a little bit creeped that it's a dead guy's house, but I'm ready to get used to it. I already was at one point in my life. If I'm gonna stick around, I better do it again.

Lee stops at the street, looks both ways, and then turns right down the road. I look out the window. It's crazy the difference in scenery when you're walking versus driving. I'm appreciating it much more in the car. This truck definitely beats walking.

The windows are down, and a slight wind blows through my hair. Another small slice of heaven moment. I close my eyes, letting the cool air and street lamplight cascade over me.

I open them again, and then look over at Lee, his eyes concentrated on road ahead of him. I stare for a second, maybe a little bit longer than I intend to, and I start to see a smirk spread across his mouth. He laughs, just a little bit. He can tell I'm looking at him.

I can't help but smile slightly and laugh, too. I turn my attention back out the window. Maybe we will be friends. I hope we can be.

I shut my eyes again, seeing if I can doze off. The seat is comfortable, and car ride will probably be long. I listen to the summer breeze outside and crickets chirping, and it's enough to almost send me off.

I peek my eyes open one more time, and lean my head against the door. The side mirror is turned inward just enough so I can see Lee in the driver's seat. I watch for a second, and then see him turn his head towards me, once, twice, and then a third time.

He was looking at me. I don't think he knows I can see him.

I feel my cheeks getting hot slightly, and then close my eyes again. Another moment.

I think we might be friends.

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hope u enjoyed !! lmk if u want a part 2

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thesunoficarus1 · 4 months ago

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one thing about me is I will almost never like a ship where the two people are Normal about each other. they have to be so intense about each other to the point where I can't even see them being together in a cute domestic way because all I can view them as is two beings who need each other so badly it is quite literally impossible for them to stay away from each other. it's written into the narrative in every universe that they will love one another so much it will destroy them. they need eachother in their lives so badly it drives them mad. kissing is overrated I want you two to toe the line of what is morally acceptable in the pursuit of trying to consume each other whole.

#can you tell i wrote this about hannigram #because i literally cannot imagine them in a domestic all over each other way #like they're “together” but in the sense that they play mind games and torture each other as a placeholder for sex #really every one of my favourite pairings falls into this as well #like i ship this in a “they need psychiatric help but im glad they havent received it” way #i love them theyre insane #also bones and all tbh #but in a different way #bones and all #maren and lee #maren bones and all #lee bones and all #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter

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hecallsmegirlieee · 7 months ago

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birthday cake ༊*·˚

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synopsis: it’s your birthday and lee has a small surprise for you

« What’s that ? »

Laying on your stomach with your chin balanced on your palm, you stretched a finger, pointing at his forehead. Lee turned his eyes at you, lighter than ever with the sun shining idly above them. A smile stretched on his lips and you chuckled before moving your palm to cover the excitement from your mouth.

« Your birthday cake. »

There was a small tart on his forehead with its crumbly crust and creme. You were looking at him for a while trying to playfully balance it on his head and then place a candle on top.

« Make a wish. »

« A wish ? » He lightly nodded.

A gust of wind came your way as you tilted your head to the side to think for a moment. Lee was staring at you, waiting. The grass ruffled beneath you, the subtle smell of soil and the crisp air covering all your senses.

Your fingers find their way around your nape, pressing down your hair. You leaned closer to him and pretended to blow off the candle.

« I did. »

« What did you wish for ? »

« Can’t tell you. »

« Why ? »

« Bad luck. »

« They didn’t tell you ? », he raised his brows in surprise. « It changed. » You chuckled as your hand moved to his chest, softly tracing his skin up to the curve of his neck and his chin. You lingered on his lips, drawing the warm lines. Lee’s mouth parted open trying to catch your fingers.

« Won’t you sing me the song ? »

« What song ? »

« The traditional. »

« The traditional ? » You bobbed your head.

A grin stretched on his face. Lee started humming the rhythm first moving away but then his gaze reverted to you. You looked at him for a moment and then closed the distance between you, hovering above him, his body warm and familiar against yours. You leaned down, taking the candle off the tart and licking the remnants of creme before tossing it aside.

You trapped the birthday cake between your teeth and trailed it down to his mouth. Lee bit it, his murmurs slowly fading in the air when you pressed your mouth on his, smearing creme and biscuit.

No more air in the lungs to be spared, you kissed him slowly; lips trapped between teeth, tongues trying to catch the sweet taste of the other. Lee chuckled softly against you.

« Happy birthday. »

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meetmyothersouls · 2 years ago

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ok ok so lee seeing the reader around town one day & starts following her. He ends up saving her from another eater? Thank you, I need more lee content!

Been thinking about this all day and I've finally got enough to write it! I hope you enjoy!

First Time for Everything

A Bones & All inspired fanfic

Warnings: stealing money, being attacked, cannibalism (relax it's a bones and all inspired fic), blood, gore, not proofread

July 1989

You’d never stolen anything before. Not even when your friends would go into a Walmart and shoved nail polish and thongs into their purses. They always called you a goody-two-shoes or a scaredy-cat. You wonder what they’d think now as you carry a K-mart bag full of cash from the register you were working at not even 30 minutes ago.

Of course, being newly homeless generated a whole new incentive to steal the money. And even though it was so out of the norm for you, it was so easy. You waited until your line was clear, pulled open a bag, popped the till and calmly grabbed every stack of bills in the register, pocketing what wouldn’t fit. Then, you flipped off your register light and walked out. It wasn’t until you made it to the parking lot that you began to run. And now, the adrenaline high you are coming down from is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. They’ll never suspect you. Not with you being the golden employee that you are. Were. You can’t go back there now.

It’s getting dark, that along with the pointy tips of crumpled up money poking your thigh from the inside of your pockets snaps you out of your thoughts. This morning, you were worried about where you’d stay. It wasn’t the first time you got kicked out of a hotel room, and it probably won’t be the last, but at least now you can afford a new room for the night. If you can find one.

It's hot, one of the hottest nights so far this July. You pull off the thick K-mart polo and throw it into woods, leaving you in your black cami and a pair of khakis. A chorus of cicadas singing from the trees in that line the street almost drowns out the sound of a flirty whistle from behind you. You walk a little faster, not daring to turn your head.

"Hey, little lady," a man's gravelly voice calls out. "Why don't you keep the show going and take the rest off." The man laughs, but it's cut short by a painful sounding cough.

You pick up speed, your Converse slapping the pavement as you quickly turn into an alley, hoping to lose him by your abrupt change in direction, but a thick hand grabs your wrist.

"Let me go!" You yell, attempting to yank your wrist from his sweaty grip.

The man seems to enjoy the struggle, he tightens his fingers around your wrist as he pushes you into a warm brick wall. A tall streetlamp shines an eerie orange light into the alley, barely illuminating the man's features. He's got dark hair, stringy with sweat and grease. One of his eyes is missing and the other is open wide. He looks hungry. Ravenous. And the laugh that rumbles in his throat is truly sinister.

"Keep goin', darlin'. I love a good fight."

Then his tongue is on your neck, tasting your skin. You sob and gag as you inhale the scent of his breath. Sour with alcohol and something metallic.

"Come on, honey. Don't fight me, I just wanna taste-"

"Hey!" A new man's voice yells. "Hey, get off her!"

The man's grip on your wrist loosens enough for you to pull away from him. You take your chance and make a run for it. You dropped your bag of money when Man Number One shoved you against the wall, but you can't risk turning back around. You just have to make it ou-

You're stopped short by a hand in your hair, pulling your head back, bending you almost in half. You scream as Man Number One drags you. He's pulling you by your hair, your heels dig into the ground in front of you, desperately attempting to gain some traction. Your only view is upside down and distorted through the tears building up in your eyes. But, in the dim orange light you see the other man. He's peeling himself off of the ground and his nose is dripping blood onto a forest green crop top. His jeans are shredded, exposing a large amount of his legs, you're not sure if it's because he just fell or if the jeans are just naturally like that or why you're even wondering about the nature of his jeans. He's got a brick in his hand that he's attempting to hide, but even upside down you can see it. You see him look down at you and for some reason he winks. Then you realize, Man Number One can't see him.

Crop Top walks creeps up onto Man Number Two, like a lion stalking his prey. Then, without warning, he slams the brick into the side of his skull with a wet crunch. Instantly, you're dropped to the ground and as much as the landing hurt, the relief feels twice as good. Your scalp throbs and you're sure you're missing a chunk of hair. A set of light footsteps run toward you, and immediate dread sets in again, but it's Crop Top. He grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder. You're not sure if you should be scared or relieved as he places you behind a dark green dumpster.

Crop Top kneels down, looking over his shoulder once to make sure Man Number One is still down.

"Is he-"

"Not yet. Stay here. Don't move until I come get you," Crop Top says. He drops a plastic bag next to you. The money. You're immediately shocked he didn't take it for himself. That's what most people would do. His knees pop a little as he stands back up. He starts to walk off but stops. "And don't watch."

Don't watch? Isn't that like an automatic invitation to watch? You think to yourself. You lean your head back on the brick and close your eyes. You could run right now. You could take your money and get a room for the night and leave this odd encounter right here in this alley, but you don't. Instead, you poke your head out, peeking from the side of the dumpster.

Immediately you wish you hadn't. Crop Top somehow dragged Man Number One and sat him up against the brick wall, maybe 15 feet from where you're sitting. How he did it, you're not sure. Crop Top probably weights 120 pounds soaking wet, but he's managed to maneuver him just right so that he can...

You pop your head back behind the dumpster, unsure of what you just saw. There's no way...

You poke your head out, peeking again. There's a squelching sound, followed by a spatter of blood coming from Man Number One's neck as Crop Top bites into it.

Okay, yeah. He's definitely eating him. This should definitely be a sign to run, right? But you aren't moving. Everything in you is screaming to run. Run the fuck away because this dude is going to eat you next. But you don't. You sit there alternating from watching and hiding. It's like one of those car accidents you can't help but watch, hoping you'll see a dead body, or some fucked up shit like that. You shouldn't want to look, but you do.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you hear footsteps approaching. You sit up straighter against the brick. His stops in front of you. His white high tops covered in blood and gore. Why would he pick white shoes to wear if he's going around munching on dudes.

"You looked, didn't you?" Crop Top asks.

"I uh..." you risk a look at his face. It's covered in blood. His upper lip, his mouth and his chin are coated in it. You swallow hard. "What are you?"

Crop Top crouches down again, eye level with you. "A person like you," he smiles. "Name's Lee." He holds out a bloody hand. You look down at it then back at him. "Oh," Lee says, wiping his hand off on his shirt, then offers it again. Still just as bloody as before.

"Are you gonna eat me too?" The question falls out of your mouth, you can't stop it. Word vomit.

Lee scrunches up his face, pursing his lips as he tilts his head to the side, contemplating your question. "Mmmm, probably not. Unless you've done something really shitty..." Lee eyes your bag of money with an arched eyebrow and you shift a little.

"My name's Y/N."

"You work at K-mart, Y/N?"

"No," you answer too quickly.

"I've seen you there. A lot."

"I don't work there anymore," you say. "You've been watching me?"

"Every day for like two weeks or some shit," Lee says, like it's no big deal. Though up against eating a whole human, it's probably not. "That your first-time stealing from money from your job?"

You open your mouth, the urge to defend yourself creeping up your throat, but you cut it short. You just watched this man eat someone.

"It's my first time," you admit.

"No shit? Well, Y/N, there's a first time for everything." At this point you notice the grey grocery bag he's carrying. It's full and tied up, dripping slightly with thick red liquid. "Bones and shit," Lee says, and tosses the bag into the dumpster. It lands with a heavy, wet thud. "You got anywhere to be tonight, y/n?"

"Not really, no."

"Not really?"

"I'm homeless," you admit.

"Perfect, let's go."

This time Lee grabs your hand and pulls you up. You grab your bag of money and walk with him looking behind you every so often to make sure no one is following.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"For a ride," Lee says smiling as he jangles a pair of car keys in front of your face. "Nabbed these off of fuck face back there before he tried to eat you."

"He tried to-"

"Oh, he was going to eat you real good. You're lucky I've been following you."

"How-"

"Shh save your questions, I'll answer all of them when we find his car."

"We're gonna steal his car too?" You ask. The amount of crime you've been involved in today is beginning to overwhelm you.

"You've never stolen a car?"

You shake your head.

Lee smiles. "I think we're gonna have a lot of first times, Y/N."

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shortcakesturns · 7 months ago

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Who I write for:

i’m currently working on the links, I know they aren’t working ❤️

- Lee bones and all

- Nic sheff (not writing fics for him anymore)

- Chris sturniolo

- matt sturniolo

-love island

-luke castellan (request)

- percy jackson (request)

Request more (can be movie ppl can be YouTubers)

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ginnysgraffiti · 6 months ago

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shower kisses, blowjob, 18+

&. LEE x yn.

that evening, you had everything planned.

lee would be arriving shortly, but you didn't know if he had actually gone feeding or not.

anyway, you had packed clean pajamas for his arrival, leaving it on the bathroom counter.

you had some time between shopping and starting to prepare dinner, so you chose to take a shower, wanting to relax your tense muscles and have some alone time to yourself.

that's why you almost jumped when you felt a familiar pair of tattooed hands wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you back.

"lee!?" you squealed in surprise, turning to look at him but the arms around your waist were tightened and you felt someone's head rest gently on your shoulder as the hot water soaked the two of you. that's only when you noticed he was already naked.

"hi baby. i missed you." lee's voice was deep, slightly hoarse. he leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders.

"had to bring the pick-up to the mechanic for a check."

you giggled silently and nodded, squirming at his actions tickling your soft skin. "you said you wouldn’t be home late." you whined, pouting a little as you tried your best to ignore him, reaching for the body soap.

your boyfriend beat you to it, using his much longer arms, grabbing the bottle before you could even touch it. "i know, i'm sorry. i had driven all day and the pick-up seemed to have a few problems. plus, the morning hunts exhausted me completely..." he murmured, squeezing your soft figure and gently lathering your body with the soap.

"you must be tired…i prepared dinner, it's waiting for you." you said sympathetically as you tilted your head, leaning into his gentle lips and wandering touch, "it's yummy, ya know? you could-"

"but i relax better with you…” he whispered, trailing kisses down your shoulder before pulling away.

you held him close, pressing light kisses into his curls that were now stuck on his wet forehead.

lee sighed.

"mmh...i’m so tired." he said softly into your neck, his entire body going limp and letting you hold most of it. he looked like a gigantic pudding that squirms slightly when you touch it with the spoon.

you stroked his hair soothingly, allowing your boyfriend to let it all out, his tiredness and insecurities after the feeding washed away by the hot water running over your bodies.

you could feel the tension in his shoulders melt away as his arms came closer to you and he stood at his full height.

lee let out a breathless sigh as he moved his lips, deepening the kiss and gently probing your lips with his tongue. you accepted without resistance, your chest pressing against his as he languidly explored your mouth, savoring every taste and making sure he kissed you and felt every corner of your mouth before pulling away.

he stared at you still wrapped tightly in his arms, his fingertips teasing both your nipples. he looked at your flushed cheeks, the drops of water dripping onto your face and soft skin, your eyes still closed from pleasure and your lips slick with saliva and swollen from the way he sucked them.

"lemme take care of you." you whispered, feeling a sudden urge to take it further and get him as aroused as possible.

lee raised his eyebrows, looking down when your hands started to slowly trace a gentle path down his chest.

you got on your knees as your hands reached his hips, grabbing them with need.

lee understood immediately and threw his head back, pulling your hair.

you couldn't see, but you bet his pupils rolled back from pleasure.

there was to say, lee had the perfect cock.

it was neither too long nor too short, with just the right girth: perfect. perfect for sucking.

you slowly ran your tongue from the base to the tip, making him gasp sharply. you smiled to yourself as you slid it into your mouth. his head hit the shower glass and his pupils surely rolled back this time. you giggled when he let out a guttural moan as you slid him down your throat and massaged the base each time you returned to the tip. his hands pulled at your hair, tangling his fingers in it, and his hips started to immediately go towards your mouth, almost making you choke.

lee's hips moved immediately every time you did it, no hesitation, no holding back, no control.

you moaned around him as he grabbed your roots and pushed you all the way onto him, making you gag.

"i'm about to- fuck...aaah...come- oh fuck!" he groaned.

you held his hips and moved your head in time with his painful thrusts, causing a strained moan to escape his throat while he was still deep in yours. you felt a heat coat the back of your throat as you swallowed, finally pulling out when you felt his thighs relax.

you stood up, wiping your mouth. your mind was spinning a bit but you suddenly felt him grab your shoulders and slam them into the shower glass, his length hitting your thigh again.

"it's my turn to please you now, baby."

there was no way to stop him, even when he was tired.

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starlightsuffered · 3 months ago

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I’m Not Gay

Info - queer fic, slight homophobia, first gay experience, slight dub con, anal sex, British reader, trying not to cum, stepbrothers, drinking alcohol, compulsive heterosexuality, licking up cum, sharing cum in kiss

We hadn’t hit it off right away, but neither had we hated one another. It was just facts that we weren’t truly family. I was willing to be kind to him, but I wasn’t about to tell him my deepest secrets and pretend we’d grown up together.

Lee was sweet, and seemed to be coping with our new situation well. We weren’t even a year apart in age. I supposed this helped, but we wouldn’t have ever been mistaken for twins.

Despite how odd it felt for our parents to have fallen into a whirl wind romance and to have a new stepbrother, something about Lee intrigued me. When he brushed past me, my skin tingled. When he laughed I felt my heart do flips. I’d even had some….. odd dreams about him which had made me wake up very confused and light headed.

It was our parents’ first weekend away from the house. I’d expected him to immediately call over some mates for a party. He was wiry, good looking, and undoubtedly popular. I’d retreated to my room to read. To my surprise he’d come in unannounced, said he’d gotten some liquor and we needed to do some bonding.

I was now sitting awkwardly in my olive green shirt and black boxers. My cheeks were red because Lee wore no shirt, just sitting in his pants. He said there was no way he was wearing unnecessary items of clothing in the heat wave.

I would’ve done the same if I felt comfortable in my body. I had let my gaze fall to his abdomen several times during this little get together. However, what I felt was somehow more than envy. I couldn’t place these odd feelings, and I squirmed in my seat.

“Truth or drink,” Lee said lightly, handing me some booze.

“Well I hold my liquor well, and I don’t really like to talk about myself-“

“You hold your liquor well, see, didn’t even have to bargain for that piece of information,” Lee said smugly. He winked at me and I was on fire. I let out a huff of irritation.

“I’m a Brit mate, of course I do,” I shot back. I wasn’t sure if I liked how easily he disarmed me.

“You’re a big sports guy? Rugby, I assume,” I said quickly, so he couldn’t be the first to pose a question.

“Not really my darkest secret,” he chuckled. “It was dancing when I was younger, soccer. I’ve never played rugby.”

“So, how about you? Do you like sports?” He asked.

“Do I look like I play sports?” I grumbled.

“You do that a lot you know,” Lee said casually.

“Do what?”

“Self deprecate,” he shrugged.

“Yeah well I’m-“

“British, I know, but you could give yourself a bit more credit,” Lee added.

We went back and forth trading information. He seemed sweet and I was surprised he was giving me the time of day. I had to take a couple shots but he hadn’t asked me anything too crazy.

“First time with a guy?” He asked with a smirk.

“Never,” I shrugged. I was used to people thinking I was gay.

“You don’t need to lie, you could’ve just drank,” Lee chuckled.

“I don’t need to. I’ve never been with a guy. I’m straight,” I ended my announcement with a shrug.

“No way,” Lee shook his head. He was in awe apparently.

“I like girls,” I insisted.

“And boys,” Lee continued.

“No!” I said, feeling a blush creep onto my face. Why did this man insisting I liked boys make me feel so odd? Something was stirring inside me and I didn’t know what to make of it.

“You’re tell me you don’t think about cock?” Lee teased.

“No, I don’t,” I shot back.

“And what one would feel like in your tight hole.”

“Stop it!” I actually stood up in anger. It wasn’t all anger though. There was some other underlying feeling that I couldn’t place.

Lee stood too. He wasn’t a tall man but he towered over me. Fuck, he smelled good and he was very close to me.

“Then let me fuck you,” he said. I nearly fell back on my ass in shock.

“What?” I demanded.

“I bet I can make you cum,” he chuckled.

“That’s a horrible idea!” My voice was getting higher pitched by the second.

“Why?”

“For one, we’re step brothers,” I exclaimed exasperatedly. I threw my hands up, hoping he’d drop this.

“We’re not blood related and we weren’t raised together or anything,” Lee rolled his eyes.

“Why do you even care about this?” I snapped.

“It’s a challenge,” he said with a growing smirk. “I’ve never not been able to make someone cum. How’s this, if I can, you have to do my laundry for a month.”

“Is this the Disney channel?” I asked.

“I don’t think step brothers do this on that show,” he winked.

“It’s not like you’d get it anyway,” I spat. “I won’t cum because I don’t like men.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem should it?” Lee challenged.

“I guess not,” I hedged, unsure why I was even giving this any sort of chance.

Before I knew it Lee had lube in his hand, and was taking off his clothes. I felt a bit self conscious and opted to keep my shirt on. He said it didn’t matter, I’d cum shirt on or off. He was one cheeky bastard.

He was tanned and ripped to the gods. His curls fell in front of his face. His dick was uncut and thick. I noticed the maroon tip was already glossy. Without even thinking I licked my lips.

“How do you, I mean what do I…..” I trailed off as I looked at him. I hated to say my own cock twitched. I prayed Lee hadn’t seen.

“What do you mean?” Lee asked, hands on his hips. This only served to show off his body better.

“Like what position…” I mumbled.

“As if you haven’t thought about exactly how you’d like a man to take your hole,” Lee said rolling his eyes.

“For the last time! I am not Ga-“

He crashed his lips to mine. I expected all hard angles, nothing like a women. Instead he was warm and surprisingly soft. His hands went to my hips automatically. He was so confident in this, while my cheeks burned like an inferno.

“I-“

I couldn’t get the word out because I didn’t know what I’d been about to say. I felt like I needed to protest again. I wanted to let him know I wasn’t enjoying this. The truth was, I was, immensely. All the heat was exciting and enthralling.

“Y/n,” he moaned to my utter surprise. His dick was poking my stomach. I wanted to let out a noise but I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t even bi. This was so dumb.

He was unabashed with his own sounds. Low groans sounded in his chest that I was flush against. Slowly his hands moved south. He gripped my ample ass. I sucked in a breath. I felt like every sound I made an admittance of defeat. I wanted to win something in my life, even if it was a fight against my own sexuality.

A finger pressed firmly against my hole. I panted once. He moved his hand away and I missed it immediately. He broke our kiss to suck a digit. His brown eyes did not leave mine. My cock twitched. I felt weak in my knees. I didn’t dare fall to them, that would insinuate that I wanted to suck that big, thick, veiny- NO.

Soon, the wet digit was entering my hole. He worked the tightness open. He was getting so far in on his first try. He must’ve been with a lot of virgin men before. Fuck, why did that turn me on?

“You like that?” He breathed.

“It’s fine,” I choked out. I felt like I was on the brink of something. He was being too nice. I was waiting for the mocking and teasing. I was prepped for the merciless goading, but he seemed to be enjoying taking the virginity of a little straight boy.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

“I don’t, fffuck, have to listen to you,” I gasped. He rolled his eyes and picked me up. He gave an exasperated huff as he tossed me onto the couch. I didn’t know what overcame me as I automatically spread my legs. It felt natural and right.

“Take off your shirt,” he said as he knelt in the opening of my thighs.

“Why?” I asked. I was feeling self conscious about my body as I looked at his.

“Because you’re gonna cum all over your nice shirt if you don’t take it off. I’d like it to be on your stomach. Maybe we can share the load then.”

“I’m not going to cum,” I insisted.

“I don’t know why you keep resisting y/n. You’re so small and tight and soft, a perfect little cock sleeve for a man,” he said with an adorable quirk of his head. I felt my whole body turn red.

“See I knew you’d like that,” he chuckled. Before I could respond he was removing my shirt. I was completely naked in front of him now. As if he couldn’t resist he bent down and kissed my tummy. My happy trail was wet with his saliva. I wanted to close my legs, forget this had ever happened like it’d been a weird dream. I also wanted to cherish every moment.

“Get ready,” he hummed.

“Raw?” I squeaked.

“It’ll feel the best. Don’t worry I’m clean. You can trust your step brother,” he winked.

“Ohhhh,” I groaned. Lee looked beyond pleased. He nudged his uncut magenta coloured head at my hole.

He pushed the veiny length into my now slightly looser hole. Slowly, slowly, he was pressing and I was full. I couldn’t believe how full I was. It was like his dick was spreading through my stomach and bumping against my heart. I had to make a concentrated effort to not let my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Lee moaned. He braced his strong arms on either side. The first thrust of his hips was pure heaven. They began to piston at a quick rate. His grunts filled my ears. My legs spread involuntarily.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so ripe and pure, first time getting dick and it belongs to your own step brother,” he growled.

“I-I, ugggghhh,” I couldn’t breathe. I was in a different world. All I knew was fullness and pleasure.

“Let me touch your dick, please,” he wailed. He was so lost in my hole already. I couldn’t believe I affected him this way. I was begging myself not to enjoy this, not to want it more than anything in the world at this moment.

“N-n-no,” my voice vibrated from the wild thrusts.

“Come on, fuck, come on,” he was pleading with me. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs farther apart. I couldn’t help it now. A small whine left my parted lips.

“That’s it, I knew you’d like it,” he cooed. He didn’t seem cocky even, just relieved that I was enjoying the pounding.

“Lee!”

“Let me touch it,” he asked again.

“Oh, f-f-fuck, fine,” I cried out. He was beaming now. His large hand wrapped around my cock. He began to yank it furiously. Wetness was pooling and I couldn’t help it one bit. The schlicking sound filled the room and fuck I could feel him throbbing inside me. His hips were still slamming my ass as he went balls deep over and over.

“Damn, bloody hell, you sure this thick piece of meat has never been inside a man?” He asked me.

“Never, because I’m not-“

“Shut, up, just, fucking, shut UP!” He nearly screamed, punctuating each word with a thrust.

“I don’t wanna hear you don’t like cock, because you’re as wet as a fucking whore,” he whispered.

“Lee,” I murmured in shock.

“I’m not playing anymore, I’m going to fucking cum in your ass,” he growled. He was leaning over me now. He forced his lips on mine. I pushed against his chest but he didn’t back off.

“You love it,” he whispered. “You love it.”

It was like an incantation that worked on me. I became more pliable with every repetition. He continued to snap his hips as he kissed me with longing tongue.

“Mmm, fuck, I love this. I’m going to cum,” he groaned.

“Not inside,” I said weakly. It convinced neither of us.

“Yes, inside!” He bellowed. Warm cum began to shoot inside me. It was a feeling I’d never thought I’d enjoy. I wasn’t too full or messy. I was in pure nirvana. Rope after rope of jock spunk was filling me up over and over.

“I, fffffuuu,” I moaned. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. I couldn’t string words together. I was cum drunk, and for the first time, I might’ve been far gone enough to admit it.

“That’s it,” he said gently. “Come on y/n. Let go, let go for a man, it’s okay.”

“I c-can’t-“ I felt like I could almost cry but I felt so good.

“No, it’s okay, feel me fuck this load deeper,” he coaxed me. He was still pumping in and out of me. My legs spread even more. I looked down at my quivering cock.

“Please pull out,” I begged as he hit the sweet spot over and over.

“Why?” Lee huffed desperately.

“Pull out,” I whined in the most bratty tone I’d ever used.

“Why?” He demanded of me.

“Because I’m gonna cum, alright? I’m going to fucking CUM!”

“Cum.”

It was the most simple, easy, plain command in the world, but I think I was addicted to him. My body obeyed. I arched upwards. I couldn’t help focusing on the place where his dick was still up my ass. My cock bounced and painted my stomach white. I was whimpering like a fucking slut as I came. I was so, so, so gay.

“See,” Lee said with a huge grin. “I knew I could.”

He dipped down and licked a stripe through the puddle. He lifted his face and kissed me. My own cum swirled around our mouthes. I was unabashed now, moaning and drooling into the kiss. I wrapped my legs around him and my hands dove into his hair. I felt like I could never separate from him now. I wanted my insides to be the shape of his cock.

“Make it a little easier on me next time baby,” he chuckled. As he kissed my cheeks.

“My step brother just came inside my ass,” I moaned.

“Your step brother is going to be doing a lot more to you, trust me on that,” he winked.

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