#may:memes

[mayven-wynters]

✖ + Dealer's choice. From Sam, obviously

“Don’t.“ 

The words held warning that Sam ignored, having lost count of the number of times May had snapped some low grumble at him over any number of things that might or might not have hit a nerve on any given day. The odds didn’t always run as clear as black and white, sometimes they ran red like crimson when the wrong topic was approached. 

Scars were not usually one of those topics though, as many as mapped the both of them what use was there in being uncomfortable about it? Some of the most interesting spots to explore were the ones that left pale ridges and marred skin, certainly most of the more sensitives ones. 

There hadn’t been a thought given until a hand already was posed in the air, fingers stopped just short of the thin swipe across flesh in what looked to Sam to be another to add to the list. The interest in it was the placement, the vulnerable place where it decorated the pale skin, the curl and depth of that scar as it spanned from one side to the center, wide enough to betray the cause must have been hasty, a blade handled without any sort of care in how it tore so long as the task was accomplished. He might have guessed by the ice in the other’s eyes what that task had been but didn’t feel voicing was going to change anything. 

Fingers, in true spite of the protest voiced, fell rough to trace the line and the growl that came with it could be felt where Sam’s hand pressed. Upward to catch May’s chin with a thumb that lifted it higher as his palm closed fully and entirely around his throat to cut the sound short with the press inward, the noise a dying pitch. May might have been forced into silence but his eyes still narrowed enough to scrutinize, only easing some of the venom when the iron grip lasted out long enough to be obvious it wasn’t going to break until he stopped trying to bare his teeth. 

He permitted it, because he knew the purpose. 

The dead couldn’t gather new marks, a theory tested on several occasions with disappointing results. Never to be swayed from an idea, Sam had taken to the best substitute he could find; claiming for himself the ones that caught his eye. 

[mayven-wynters]

Sam - Rhys: 8, 14, 16, 18, 20

(8. tell my secrets? 14. commit a crime with? 16. have a threesome with? 18. serenade? 20. have a baby with?)

“This is some funny shit right here.” 

“Secrets? I plan to avoid telling those to anybody, but comes down to the type of secrets; different monsters, different things they probably get from life being a bitch for them too. They probably both have plenty of experience committing crimes but it’d be more of a disaster with Rhys so that’s what I’d go with for the entertainment factor.”

“Both, I’d fuck either of them and we’re talking about a threesome so that’s the easy answer, obviously.”

“I don’t do that, sing or anything like it, so neither. I personally am not having any babies, issue of being a corpse and having a dick. So I’ll go with raising one instead. Which I would be awful at so somebody would have to be capable and Sam is probably less likely to accidentally lose it or let it wander off a cliff. He’d probably handle it better.” 

[mayven-wynters]

Shh

“I think it’s past giving a fuck about what they know, right?”

“Nah, they weren’t bad parents, they just didn’t know what to do with me. I’d rather mom not cry so the dead thing is at the top of the list, where I am now is on there too because it’s just better that way. They wouldn’t be too approving of my lifestyle overall so maybe it’s just me, all of me, it’s better they don’t know anything about anymore.” 

[mayven-wynters]

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

“What…there are people around here that haven’t seen my dick? That’s shocking. I’m going to say I do just fine in that department, it’s not like you should build a shrine to how entirely amazing it is but feel free to do that, sure. I will say, personal experience, there is a distinct downgrade in standards here in the ‘States; bunch of thirsty people over here are delusional and I feel like the metric system would be a benefit to some peoples’ egos.   Weird thing is what really surprises people are the piercings; is that just not a thing over here?” 

[mayven-wynters]

C = Cum

“I feel like I shouldn’t need to explain it but apparently so. Zombies don’t do that, or can’t.  Don’t know the biology lesson that goes with it but when you’re dead your body doesn’t give a damn about reproduction, obviously, so why bother with that detail when you’ve already got so many other fucked up things going on?.” 

“Don’t get me wrong on it, I’m still perfectly capable of anything else involved and I do, in fact, have zero issues enjoying myself and getting off like any other healthy, living twenty-something year old male. Dry orgasms are a thing, in case people were so incredibly uneducated that they didn’t know it.”