#muzzle the skeleton

[skitteringjunbug]

Suave- all these muzzles on skeletons, sorry luvs. I don't get muzzled...now...I don't mind muzzling you

@nightsongtale

[erineas]

I might be busy but i'll always have time to tease you, kitten @unnamedcrane 🥰

Hypno eye version under the cut:

Based on this

Dr. Baggs belongs to @megalommi

[antirepurp]

ok so the proportions aren't a perfect fit but i wasn't really expecting them to be either i can still work with this im pretty sure

frontiers' model has a bigger head which is the main culprit, the height is slightly off too bc the soap shoes have heels that add a bit to the mix. i suppose i could make an alternative model that's not for porting that i can do whatever i want with but we'll see if i vibe with that idea after tackling this first. i do think the wiggle room im given here will be enough to get me close enough to what im going for tho

[shotmrmiller]

what if 09 ghost's wife appeared into 22 ghost's home, who's already married?

what then?

The moment you were handed his dog tags, you blinked, and you were here. In a cozy home, with evidence of children lying around, with a pot of simmering food on the stove. With skeleton gloves resting on the counter.

And then there's a woman letting out a blood-curdling scream.

And then there's Simon, your Simon, aiming a handgun straight to your forehead, muzzle harshly pressing into your skin.

"Who are you? How did you get inside?" he snarls. He's rabid, vein bulging from his forehead in fury.

The thunderous rhythm of your heart pounding in your ears drowns out his barrage of questions.

You don't flinch as he looks down to the tags in your hand, don't wince when he yanks them away from you.

When he reads the name, he'll demand to know where you got them, and you'll tell him that you're his wife. This is all that's left of him for you to keep.

Now you do flinch when he asserts, "I've already got a wife. Now get the fuck out."

He releases you and walks backward to where his wife is and tucks her under his arm, safe, protected.

Your breath rattles as it escapes your chapped lips, and with one quivering hand you ask him for your husband's dog tags back.

"Please," you whimper, "Let me have them and I'll go."

Simon doesn't move an inch, his gaze hard, staring at you like you're his enemy, but his sweet wife is the one who takes pity on you. She takes them and slowly extends her hand out, chain dangling from her fist.

"I'm sorry."

[bogleech]

Extremely long post about how you’re now allowed to erase your neopets faces (NEOPETS IS GOOD AGAIN: YOU CAN ERASE THEIR FACES.)

I have just learned that neopets recently added some wearable (neocash only though) items called the “be-gone cans” that let you hide different body parts, so there’s like eyes-be-gone and wings-be-gone.

There’s a lot of caveats (the mouth one for some reason is locked behind a gacha capsule, the “body” one only removes minor extra details from the torsos of a few species, they don’t all work on all pets and they don’t even work on the same exact parts of the same species in different colors because of how they were coded) but at minimum ALL pets can at least have the eyes and mouths removed and this alone improves countless, countless designs. For instance if you didn’t like some of the invertebrate variants stuck with the pet’s usual face, now you can fix it:

Same for the fruit and vegetable chias, they're SO good without faces, for reference here’s the mushroom chia with the horrible face all chias normally have:

Awful. Just ghastly.

Now you can correct him and make him good:

Look how fucking cute some of the other chias are this way:

This is a fucking game changer, I actually care about neopets for the first time in a decade because I can take their faces off. They were born for this. They were waiting almost 30 years to be freed from their disgusting foul orifices. “Help me, mother” they say, “I am cursed with a mouth and can therefore all too easily scream!” as their famous catchphrase always went I think. At last their salvation is here. I mean, look at this sad lenny:

We all know exactly why he’s canonically always so miserable! If there’s one thing he hates more than having legs to touch the earth’s filth and corruption it’s being able to see it.

Now he’s happy! He wants this!

And now he’s even happier i’ll bet!!!!!!!!!!

If you take the muzzle piece off the scorchio it even liberates their whole head from their neck as their god intended:

Legit though some pets actually make better serious designs besides the nudibranch one, like if you take the eyes off any of the (already badass) transparent pets you get their deep abyssal cave version:

Now look at some of the transparent pets with everything taken away that can be taken away:

The uni is finally almost unrecognizable as an equine, its life long dream

This isn’t like any of the dog designs in any of the silent hill games but it could exactly have been a dog design in a silent hill game, you know??

God bless whatever artist refused to give the insectoid Ruki a normal vertebrate skeleton so you can make this gelatinous flying space angel

But god bless whoever DID give the insectoid Buzz a vertebrate skeleton so you can make this HR Giger parasite embryo. Actually cannot pick between the two bug pets here as my new favorite neopets that are still technically available. THESE WINGS HAVE BEEN RETIRED SINCE 2012 OR I WOULD MAKE THIS PET:

[aka-indulgence]

Do you have any thoughts/headcanons for buckshot roulette themed au for skeletons or just in general just headcanon for the dealer?

OH MAN DO I

(these are gonna be about og dealer because i gotta fixation rn sjhf)

Strong, stable hands. Calloused hands. Dextrous hands. But can crush a can of beer. Good for hand holding… they’re warm

Teeth fall out and regrow like a shark’s would (might give them to you because he’s not all caught up on romance customs kdjfg)

Outside of his face and hands, he has a nebulous, vague body, but he can choose to have a humanoid body (He’d like using his humanoid body around you,,,)

Big chest. Big broad chest you can sleep on. He wants you to sleep on him like he’s your personal bed,

Mobster-themed outfits, naturally… (personally I love suspenders the most)

He really ‘dies’ when he loses the third round, but he always comes back. Just takes a while after he’s been shot 9+ times…

Smells like a casino

Has 0 tolerance for cheaters (because who doesn’t love a fair dealer who can turn into an angry monster?)

Pretty good at disguising his anger whenever he gets shot. But you can tell from the way his finger and mouth twitches, how eager he is when grabbing the shotgun. Especially on the third round, he seems all too happy to point that muzzle on the player with gleeful hatred on his face

I assume in canon the two red dots in the end are some sort of mechanic… robo… thing…(???) but I really like the idea of a red glow when he loses/feels a strong emotion, in short bursts. Sometimes, looking at you…

(I like imagining that you either work for him or work at the club he’s lingers in)

He doesn’t need anyone to nurse him to life after he dies. But he likes having you do it, wiping his blood and patching him up… likes seeing a pretty face while he recovers. Holds onto you while you fix him up. Stares… a lot.

He likes smelling you. Nose is used for sniffing cute humans

Gentle with his ‘kissing’. Because of his teeth it’s more like a very careful nuzzle… don’t want to nick you with his knife-teeth.

He wouldn’t want you to play the game. He’d actively dissuade you, but won’t stop you if you’re persistent.

When he’s pointing at you and it’s a live, it always misses, somehow. He acts like it’s a mistake- but everyone knows the Dealer doesn’t miss.

He likes it when you squeak every time a live misses you. He also likes that you look hesitant every time you point it at him… but always reminds you its the game.

Usually the more he’s shot the angrier and moodier he gets, the more he wants to make sure the player stays dead.

But when he’s playing with you, it’s more like… he’s shows off that even though he’s bleeding. Smiles at you after he gets back up

If you saw him play against anyone else… it’s obvious he wasn’t playing normally with you. You’re not his usual player…

Picks you up like a potato sack

100000% purrs because I’m indulgent that way. Sounds more like a truck engine

Also in terms of Sans AUs? HMF!Sans fits the role the most, and if it was an au, everything I wrote above applies to him heheheh

[peppermintquartz]

He's heard of weird things happening on a full moon, but this is ridiculous. Maybe because it's a full moon on Halloween?

Hoping that he is stuck in a dream, he bites the side of his tongue, and regrets it immediately. Tears of pain spring to his eyes and his jaw drops open, his tongue lolling out.

Alright. He can't solve this by himself, so he needs help. And the only person he trusts to realize what is happening is Evan.

Shaking off the feeling that he is far too close to the ground, Tommy slips out the back door and heads to the 118. He hopes they're not on a call when he gets there.

However, one question remains: how is he going to explain any of this?

--

"Uh, Bobby, there's a dog in the firehouse," Ravi says, being the man behind that night, "and it refuses to leave."

Buck perks up. He likes dogs. "Is it a puppy?"

"Oh, definitely not."

Buck runs up the stairs to the loft while the others take a more sedate pace. Indeed, sitting at the table near the display of pumpkins and candies and plastic skeletons is a dog. A handsome one, with a dark brown coat and strong muzzle.

"It's a mutt," Eddie declares, an arm over Buck's shoulders. "Some German Shepherd in there, I'd guess?"

Once it sees them, it stands and starts to wag its tail, and then it blinks and sits, as if it's... embarrassed?

But its mouth opens into a doggy smile when Buck approaches and gingerly offers a closed fist for it to sniff. The dog takes a few sniffs, and then licks his fingers, before pouncing on top of Buck and licking him all over his face, tail wagging happily.

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Okay this is stupid, this is embarrassing, and gosh he smells so nice and warm and EVAN, Tommy thinks.

Oh god, he is never going to live this down. Tommy needs to get himself under control and not behave like an actual dog.

Which, somehow, he has been turned into.

"Good boy! You're such a good boy," Evan croons, petting him, and every single cell in Tommy's brain lights up with happiness.

I'm a good boy! I'm a good boy! His tail goes into overdrive and wags his entire body. Feeling overwhelmed with love, Tommy squirms and burrows into Evan, wanting to get their scents mingled so everyone knows that this is his human.

Okay, STOP. What the fuck. Tommy blinks and sits down again, then thinks better of it and lies down, muzzle to the floor, and peers up at Evan.

Evan, still grinning, still lit up like the sun and sparking all kinds of happy feelings in Tommy's doggy brain, scratches behind Tommy's ears. It feels so good that Tommy wants to roll over, show his belly.

"Oh man. Do you think Tommy would want him?" Evan asks Eddie.

Eddie (who smells kinda nice and warm but not in the same way Evan does) says, "Take a photo and ask him. I mean, this pup seems pretty in love with you already."

"And I with him," Evan gushes, rubbing Tommy's ears and cooing at him. "His coat is almost the same color as Tommy's hair, even. And his eyes are... His eyes are exactly the same shade of blue, with that bit of... That bit of green..."

Tommy blinks and widens his eyes, gazes straight at his man.

"...holy shit." Evan sits down with a thump and opens his arms. "Tommy?"

Tommy barks and snuggles into Evan's arms, licking whatever bit of skin he can reach. He is so, so relieved that Evan isn't pushing him away.

Also. Evan recognizes him. That's one problem solved.

Now to figure out how to change back into a human.

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Alrighty anyone can continue with this! I have nothing planned on how this happened and how to resolve it 😅

[novasolstarr]

NOVAAA DROP YOU'RE PRESSURE OCS!! AND MY LIFE.... IS YOURS!!!

A little tip for the way you draw Sebastian

(I deeply apologize if I've sent an ask already.. I have the memory of Dory so I can't remember if I even sent one or not.)

FINALLY GOT THEM ALL DRAWN AND SKETCHED UP

OC LORE UP AHEAD

Content warnings before you continue! The upcoming information may contain topics that are sensitive to users, including;

Medical mentions

Vague Child death

It is now 23:00 and I’m so tired and have school and blegh. So enjoy this silly little jabbering of OC lore and my apologies for the typos that are bound to be incoming

ALSO Feel free to ask any questions about these characters, I’m more than happy to answer them :3

The Nurse, Z-156

Also known previously as Andrew Laticdinae

Andrew before being subjected to the procedures from Urbanshade at the Hadal Blacksite was a nurse at the [REDACTED] hospital located within [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. During his round about runs a patient under his care, an elderly individual, known as [REDACTED], had passed after receiving a lethal dose of heart medication which sent the elder into cardiac arrest. The nurse responsible for the death was quick to pin the blame onto Andrew, and in his confusion, poor wording, and inability to afford a good lawyer, Andrew was charged with murder and sent to the [REDACTED] Prison.

It was here that he was eventually picked up by Urbanshade along with a select few other individuals.

Andrew during this time was put into a project which revolves around making agile, quick, deadly, and effective agents. He was one of the latest of these procedures, having been subjected to the mix of Nurse Shark and Sea Krait. The Sea Krait DNA provided Andrew with a scuted underbelly, a vicious venom [complemented with fangs], and a large paddle like tail that allowed him to comfortably, quickly and effectively navigate through the waters, able to Bob and weave between narrow spaces. The Nurse Shark mix also provided him with a primarily cartilage skeleton and a bite that’s near impossible to pry off due to the suction like bite. Should an individual be able to pull Z-156 off, if the venom doesn’t make quick work of them the large chunk of flesh that is pulled off along with Z-156 will certainly leave them in a world of hurt.

Andrew ended up as one of the more successful tests, however the animalistic appearance side effect was unwanted and needed to be worked out. After further study Andrew had been dropped, leaving him to ponder what his fate may become. In a desperate moment, Andrew pleaded to Urbanshade Personnel to allow him to opportunity to work as an on-sight-in-water medic, noting he had exponential experience before ended up in his current position.

It took days of back and forth [with help from his Docile nature] to finally get the Personnel to agree, granting him very very limited freedoms compared to the average experiment.

Though he was far from treated like an employee. Whenever he was to be out on his job, he was fitted with a muzzle to prevent any potential envenomation of divers, he could only eat within his room, was monitored around any medications and was heavily restricted on what he had access to as to prevent any potential attacks.

Despite it, Andrew preferred this over being cooped up in a room to rot or potentially worse, almost overworking himself some days out of fear. Even now a passing Expendable may find this friendly face sitting within the Blacksite, ready to offer up his services in exchange for Data. [This Data is given to Sebastian]

Mechanic Info

For 90 pieces of Data players can have their health restored from anywhere between 20-50 health. Do note though that this comes with a 25% risk of failure, in which the player will have 10%-20% of their health removed [this will not exceed 10 health however].

Players can also flash The Nurse a limitless amount of times on their first time meeting him, however continuing to do so with each meeting will result in him becoming short with the player. By the 7th - 8th meeting and flashing him twice, he will lash out and bite the player dealing a base of 10 damage. Though this in itself is fine, players will then receive 2 tickets of damage for up to 30 seconds. Players that were at 100 health will be knocked down to 30. This can be stopped with a medkit though or eating wall dweller flesh.

Nova Starr, Expendable

Just a self insert for me and Non-canon to my universe :3

False Alarm, Z-326

Also know previously as Nouvel Nebula

Nouvel lived a relatively bland life before Urbanshade, married to their husband Clayton Nebula [OC Owned by @cyanide-cafe], and working various odd jobs they could find. They were relatively lax and had little concern, so when they ended up thrown in prison alongside their husband after suspected of being an acquaintance in his murders and defiling via cannibalism, they were thrown for a heavy loop.

Even during these harder times the two were inseparable and this became further apparent once picked up by Urbanshade and delivered to the Hadal Blacksite.

Here, the two were put under similar genetic splicing with small differences in DNA for the purpose of testing fertility between spliced genetics. Despite the difference in spliced DNA, Urbanshade was capable of producing 3 living offspring using their gametes in a controlled environment via test tubes, only one of which however was able to escape their termination date and still roams the facility unbeknownst to their supposed parents.

It wasn’t until their time in the Blacksite that Nouvel learned of the crimes that landed their husband here and, subsequently, themself, being absolutely horrified by the revelation and distancing themselves as much as they feesibly could from him during this period. The relationship became stiff and strained in this time, made further worse with the eventual separation of the two for their experimenting. Despite their disdain towards him at the time, he was the only comfort they had in this hellscape, falling deep into a mental spiral which further fueled their eventual sporadic behavior.

The extreme mental strain in this time from the constant experimentation, manhandling from personnel, separation and even occasional threats should they continue to lash out and attack, left them flitty about their behaviors towards Expendables. They seem to show more submissive behaviors when groups of 3 or more are around, being passive unless provoked, but the will quickly become incredibly hostile with groups of 2 or fewer.

Mechanic Info

False alarm is a small and agile monster, preferring to hide within dark rooms whilst waiting on unsuspecting Expendables to pass by. Though they are passive if groups exceed more than 2 players, flashing them will result in a hasty hit and run, where they damage the aggressor for 15 damage and then run off to a separate room.

If there are 3 or more in a party there’s a rare chance that False Alarm will even provide a small bit of information about item whereabouts for Expendables lingering in a room too long. This could be vague hints about flashlights, medkits, high priced data, or otherwise.

If there are 2 or fewer Expendables around, False Alarm becomes hyper aggressive, doing multiple hit and runs for 5 damage per hit, targeting the player with the least amount of health. Flashing them successfully 3 times will get them to back off entirely, ending the encounter for the rest of the run.

Be wary when False Alarm is around, for their companion Real Alarm is not far behind..

Theo Nebula, 326-327-5

Theo Nebula is the last of 5 offspring that had come as a result of the project behind Z-326 and Z-327. Theo ended up the most human and most viable of the 5, with the first 2 offspring having never successfully survived after being removed from incubation and the more recent 2 having been long terminated before Theo, as they had no use and were more hassle than they were worth, being far more monsterous in appearance than Theo. Despite being the most human, they still showed several physical changes and even risked a shorter life span due to their rapid growth [Looking almost 13 or so despite being 4 at most]. The project itself at least proved it was possible for mutations that had occurred on individuals could be passed down, and with more proper tweaking may even be able to be further selective about what can and can’t be passed down.

After Theo had been researched to their fullest extent and there wasn’t much use for them anymore, they were set to be terminated just as their previous two siblings. Luckily for young Theo, a familiar face sent the Blacksite into mayhem after releasing the monsters, allowing Theo to escape their fate of being terminated.

From time to time they can be spotted rummaging around rooms or heard crawling in the vents in their search for food and fueling their curiosity of the Blacksite. They’re cautiously curious yet incredibly skittish and will quickly run off whenever approached by expendables. It’s recommended to search where they were last rummaging through as this may provide Expendables with extra data or information

[writersmorgue]

BNHA does TikTok trends: candy salad trauma dump 🍬

inspired by @weewoow-20706030's post

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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@.minatheealienhero posted a new video!

Transcription:

"Hi! I'm Midoriya, and when I was 14 I was told to kill myself, suffocated and almost killed by a slime villain, and told I would never be a hero in the same day."

...

"Midoriya, the candy."

"Oh, right, and I brought Twizzlers!"

-

"I'm Bakugo Katsuki, when I was 17 my heart exploded and I died. I didn't bring anything and I'm leaving now."

"Thanks for participating!"

"Fuck you."

-

"Hey! I'm Red Riot, and I watched one of my teachers die in front of me. I brought Crimson Riot gummies!"

-

"I'm Denki! I once fried my brain during battle and was legally dead for seven minutes. The video of it went viral and my uncensored corpse was on the cover of a magazine. I brought skittles!"

"He has it framed in his office."

"Well, it's funny now."

-

"Hey everyone! I'm Uravity, and when I was 16 a girl sacrificed her life for me and I watched her die while her quirk kept me alive. I brought gummy bears!"

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"I'm Shouto. My father's family bought my mother for her quirk-

-I was burned with boiling water-

-he died, or we thought he did. I'll get back to that later-

-severely isolated, at least according to my therapist-

-he tried to kill me, which was unfortunate-

-but then I had to fight him even though he's my brother-

-I mean and he was basically just a skeleton at that point but somehow still lived-

-and he said 'soba' which was heartbreaking,-

-but I don't really remember a lot of it. So there's not much else I can tell you. Oh, and I brought these strawberry candies. They're my favorite."

"Great, thanks."

"Why are you crying?"

"Why aren't you?!"

-

"-the red button, yeah like that! Okay so I'm Mina, and when my quirk manifested I gave my mother an acid burn that permanently disfigured her, and I can count on one hand the amount of words she's spoken to me since. And I brought whoppers!"

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"My name is Shinsou, I brought... I don't know what these are but Denki said they're good. Anyway, when I was little my biological parents muzzled me and kept me locked in the basement for two years."

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"Hi! I'm Jirou, and I had part of my ear ripped off mid-battle and still had to fight while in excruciating pain. I brought nerds."

"...I also had to listen to Denki do karaoke the other night. That was really traumatizing"

"Kyoka, shut up!"

"Learn how to sing!"

[llamagoddessofficial]

Evil mc…but prison au? 👀

The cell block is her dance hall, and all the boys want to tango. Since she's a villain I'm assuming she's a fellow inmate.

Sans: Her eyes and ears in the prison... her unassuming spy who learns everyone's business and funnels it straight to her. Evil Mc being Evil Mc, she's probably found a way to place herself in the lower-risk prison block- perhaps convincing the prison board that she's at risk of being attacked if she's in the main cells. Perhaps Sans did the manipulation for her to get her more freedoms. Either way, she and her right hand man get a lot of quality time together.

... Sans likes having someone who knows the truth about how fucked up he is from the very beginning. She saw through him from the start. He doesn't have to pretend to be goofy, harmless, he doesn't have to wear a smiling mask; she knows exactly how dangerous he is and she likes it. It feels good to be alone together... to have someone with which he can completely drop the act.

Red: They still have that on-and-off highly flirtatious relationship that they have in the regular villain AU. He's just as devoted as before, he can't get enough of her, and she can't get enough of him either- he likes the danger. She likes his claws.

... Rather than being her ogeneral, he's more of a... bodyguard/supplier/willing boytoy. He keeps her safe if she ever ends up in the main prison population, he twists the guards' arms into doing what she wants, and he constantly delivers her a stream of any banned goods she needs (no questions asked). She respects the chokehold he has on the prison population and doesn't try to disrupt his command like another villain might- ironically, it means he now wants to give it to her willingly. It puts her in a position of massive power.

In a way, it does actually mirror the general and his superior. The army just happens to be the population of the prison.

Skull: Skull is less like her personal guard, and more like a personal bomb.

The fits of rage Skull enters when separated from Mc are something to behold. The prison, reluctantly, allow Skull and Mc a lot of time together- anything to get him to stop killing. Though he's muzzled and bound he still follows her everywhere like a lost dog, ready to take off the fingers of anyone who gets close; she happily feeds his obsessive connection to her, she's very doting and loving with him. The constant stream of attention actually leaves him in a stable enough state of mind to hold slow conversations, and forge alliances with the other two skeletons- it's easy to find common ground over their shared desire to be with her and keep her safe.

It's not dramatic to say he'd do anything for her. The moment she asks him to, he'd kill anyone, he'd break anything, he'd lay down mid-rampage, he'd start a riot. Anything she asks. Many 'incidents' of death or dismemberment chalked up to Skull just being insane were actually direct commands from Mc... though 'command' is a pretty harsh way of putting it.

All she did was ask softly, and kiss his cheekbone. That's all he needed.

[erineas]

Bold of you to assume I didn't try putting a muzzle on him when all that happened

Is just that those two were discarded with this other Reds:

Dropping some old Mutt doodles because yeah, why not

[antirepurp]

im now mega sleepy and i still haven't gotten the eyebrows the way i want them to that's enough for today

[fawnpires]

ROULETTE — SIMON "GHOST" RILEY.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ synopsis: a game of russian roulette between you and your superiors doesn't end how you expected it to be.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ contents: explicit sexual content, afab reader (afab anatomy, femme pet names) sexual tension, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, weapons, gun kink, size difference, dacryphilia, face-fucking, forced eye contact, begging, edging, overstimulation, oral sex (female and male receiving).

"Christ, how many rounds does that thing got?"

A single handgun. A revolver to be exact. The item is wedged between the hands of your lieutenant's, printed skeleton-fingers gloves caressing the firm grip. He makes sure to avoid the trigger considering none of you out of the three knew if the damn thing was loaded or not. The dim blinking of the fluorescent light above illuminates below adding to the uneasy tension growing in the room.  

"Don't worry about it," Ghost says. "Even if the bloody thing is loaded, that's why we're here, to survive — and play."

You bite the inside flesh of your mouth, hands collected in your lap. You're sat at a rounded wood table with two other members of the 141 in a game of roulette — the idea executed by the lovely superior Ghost. It was assumed to be a game of somewhat fun, taking Ghost's word for it, even now with a loaded revolver involved. 

Soap doesn't share the same suspicions as you, clearly. His face seems egotistical and far from anxious while you take a quick glance at him from across the table, brawny arms crossed against his tactical chest while leaning and tipping in his chair. 

"How does the game exactly work?" You manage to form words out of your state of uneasiness. 

Ghost shifts his darkened stained eyes from the shifting pistol in his hands to you, gaze stiff and almost slightly annoyed. "You ever heard of Russian Roulette?" he asks you, your head nodding a simple yes to his question. "Well, it's exactly like that, except we don't know if there's anything loaded in here." His index finger and thumb flick at the side of the weapon.

"So it's a game of survival?" 

"Something like that, yes."

"Didn't know you were into these kinda games, L.T." Soap remarks from the side, a small chuckling escaping the side of his mouth. Ghost seems to let out a muffled scoff behind his mask before he pulls himself closer into the table, signaling with two fingers for both you and Soap to do the same. Your throat grows heavier by each passing second, a burden that wasn't going to be fading away anytime soon.

"Everyone ready?" He asks, spinning the cylinder. "Last chance."

You and Soap share a stare at each other before eyeing back to the lieutenant. There wasn't any backing out now. The cylinder came to unsteady stop, hand fully around the grip and lifting it, the muzzle coming to aim at Mctavish. You squint and narrow your eyes as the trigger is pressed half-way with a single finger, yourself looking away as the jammed noise of the gun going off rings off the walls of Ghost's room in the barracks. 

Relief washed over you. There sat Soap alive and well as the revolver withdraws back into place. The cylinder was spun once again before coming to an abrupt stop, much more faster than the first time. It rises and rests against the cloth material of Ghost's mask and you watch fully this time while he presses down on the trigger, practically playing with his life right there and now.

Another jammed click.

So far the game wasn't going as bad as you thought it was. The first thought of pure blood and gore splattered around the room in a drenched horror but now — it seemed somehow safe knowing that the wielded weapon hadn't been shot and the amount of trust that you put onto your superior. 

"Your turn." Ghost reminds off the side as he spins the cylinder for you, allowing it to go on for much longer. A buzz of worry bites as you, eyes following the turning object but it finally comes to a complete stop when it's worn out. Just like the two previous turns the muzzle was directed to the middle of your face, hole of the muzzle was all that you could focus on, and his finger resting on the trigger.

He seems to show a sign of rare worrisome as he stares at your fear stricken face, the small trembling movements of your shoulders. "Ya sure you don't wanna back out?" His head cocks to the side and the revolver weakens in his clutch awaiting your orders. You want to make the cowardly decision to do so but, there would be no fun in that, it just had to be accepted at this point. 

"I'm sure, go. Shoot." You confirm with quivery words.

The revolver is given its strength back in his single hand. It's steadier and more precise when picked back up and brought back to your head. Your eyelids shut and the last thing in sight being the front-facing view of the weapon. The almost silent sound of the trigger being lowered down made your muscles tense, awaiting the inevitable to happen.

Once again the gun is jammed, and no bullet through your skull. Your eyes flutter back open and Ghost brushes the gun's muzzle against the side of your face for a brief moment before spinning the cylinder, wether intentional or not, a remote sensation felt up inside your gut — new and unexplainable. Heat rose to your cheeks and the new feeling replaced the previous waves of anxiousness. 

You watch but turn away, half-conscious, the still gun to Soap's face. You expected another jammed click of the gun wadding the room but then came the piercing noise of the gun going off, ringing off the walls. Your blood ran cold at the sound, body frozen in place. Everything was stiff in the motions including your body, the air. Refusal was surely the appropriate reaction in this situation.

Though there was no sounds of struggle or the splotching sound of iron meeting brain matter, confusing you a little which caused you to rotate back around to figure out your suspicions. But there sat Soap with that smug expression on his face, the bullet discarded on the surface of the table. Soap lets out much louder chuckles as whips his head around to peer at you, Ghost slowly turning his head to you as well.

"Oh — oh my god, I thought you died," You stutter out to Soap, hands shaky. "Was that some kind of joke?"

"No. I'm just stickin' with the lieutenant's plan here." Soap replies.

"What? what plan?" You question the sergeant. 

He faces himself back to the masked man, giving a simple nod of secretive communication as he stands from his position on his chair with a small squeaking of the legs. Soap seems to mouth him a quick phrase before he winks, wandering quickly on his feet to the frame of the room's door and twisting the knob, leaving with a loud shut of the door behind him. All that was left was you, Ghost, and that stupid revolver of his still bounded on to him like a prized possession. 

"You want to tell me what was that about?" You ask Ghost while standing up and backing away a little, toying with your fingers and a trail of concern waiting to be answered. 

Ghost sighs and leans forward in his chair, hoisting himself up with a broad stance. He inches closer to your steadily moving body until you're up against the wall, palms flat and meeting the frigid matter of the wall. "You really want an answer to that, doll?" 

Doll. His unusual nickname for you has that heat returning to your cheeks and spreading like an infection throughout your body, your knees weak and struggling to keep yourself up if it weren't for your fingers clawing to keep you up on the wall. He's much near you now, not even inches away, his hand with the gun resting lowly where your right arm was. You stare at him with a doe aspect in your eyes, a heat of his own rising inside.

"Yes I do." You mutter quietly. 

The sound of radio silence fills in the quietness of the background other than the heavy breathing coming from the much larger man in front of you, he hesitates to give you a verbal reply but those eyes of yours pulls the words out of his lungs. "Well, might've heard from someone that you're still a virgin."

You're sweating. More profusely now with a reason. "Oh yeah? What else did that little birdie tell you?"

"Also heard that you're not the little innocent thing I think you are," His voice hitches as he leans down to brush the lips of his mask to the shell of your ear. "Is it true? You just want someone to bury their cock inside your tight little cunt? Ruining ya for another man?"

You squeeze your thighs together and steady yourself with your hands now moving from the wall and finding purchase on Ghost's tactical vest. Fingers dig into the material as he moves his one arm to rest a hand on one side of your hip, opposite hand displaying the revolver that advanced to where your thighs were pushed together. "Down. I want these off, love." The gun nudges at the fabric of your pants. 

Your eyes focus on him as his words tempt you, fingers extracting from their place on his chest and pulling at the sides of your pants, shoving them down your knees to expose you to the cold circulated air in only your underwear. He pins his gaze onto your bare lower half, gun returning to drag up your thighs slowly.

The warmth of his body diffused and gave comfort to your own. The barrel of the gun met with the thin layer separating your cunt from it, you gasp as the object starts to grind into you, a loud gasp erupting from your lips at the contact. His friction was extreme and your hands are back to gripping his vest, teeth meeting the soft flesh of your lips with a force that caused small drops of blood to blotch. 

"Always knew ya were some kind of freak, but god, you're more degenerate than I thought..." He whispers into your ear, continuing the rapid ministrations with his gun. 

Whimpers managed to break out behind your gnashed teeth, your hips moving on their own to meet the movements of the revolver, feeling your panties gaining moisture. Your nails are dug into his vest as you tried to avoid letting out more lewd commotions. The barrel is shoved more aggressively up into you, your legs clenching around it as you struggled to stand in place, your only source of support being his occupied vest.

"I'm the degenerate?" You pant out, "You're... you're the one with a revolver between my legs."

Your eyes narrow, the difficulty of keeping all your sounds to yourself beginning to become harder than it had been before. Your relationship with him was strained and laced with some kind of one-sided hatred, so no, you didn't want to award him fulfillment he was dying to deprive you off. 

"But I'm not the one getting off on this." He spits back.

His hostility was expected but somehow it was different than other times, it fulfilled a part of the sensation that creeped up in your guts. His careful yet sloppy movements causing your brain to be compelled into a hazy-like condition. Your eyes dart lower and even without moving your eyes, his prominent bulge was rubbed up against your thigh formed a hardened feeling. You clench your teeth heavier. 

"Looks like you went against your words," You comment, thigh kneading at his obvious erection. "You're more perverted than I am, sir."

He throws his back slightly and a low groan is extracted from his throat at your own attempt to give him pleasure, his eyes more obscured by the black paint as he glares at you through half-lidded eyes. 

"I'm afraid not." He murmurs, retreating the gun back from you. 

You nearly whine at the loss of connection, legs pushed together as you grind one thigh onto the other. Ghost releases his revolver onto the concrete below, both hands meeting to grab at his belt and hurriedly stripping it off, his tightly loose-fitting pants following but only kept at the top of his thighs. "Come closer — here." You follow his orders, walking with shaken legs and hands gripping your forearms to where he sat the foot of his bed. 

You stood in between his widened legs, his large hands surging and caressing both of your hips in gentle motions. You're pulled closer while one of hand travels to the waistband of your panties, moving past them as his gloved fingers cupped your pussy. The leather of his gloves added to the painful yet pleasurable stir that pooled in your stomach, his dead eyes of black around the skin looking up at you with a small admiration. It was almost horrifying. 

His fingers budged around your lips and had, at long last, encountered your clit. His glove fiber rubbing repeatedly at it which only added onto the pile of satisfaction. You wanted to deny the idea of even letting out one audible out for him this soon but despite it, you whimpered and let out a loud moan, his eyes still burning into you. 

With one hand clutching your hip and the other dug up deep inside you, it was a excitement you've never experienced before — not even with your own fingers. He was moving more harshly, his middle and ring finger propped up at your entrance, his palm right at where your clit was. Tears of full bliss prodded and threatened to spill from your eyes at the euphoric touch. 

"So good for me, aren't ya sweetheart?" He breathes out, more moans draining from your throat as you realize you're wrapped around his hand. 

You were gasping as his two fingers were pushed up into your cunt, eyes twitching as your arms fell to grip his dressed shoulders. You knew his hands were much more bigger. Wrapped around his usual rifles or handling reloading his guns, they were quite huge in size. Though now they were almost all inside you, those fingers made you feel entirely stuffed to the limit.

Without warning, he thrusts his fingers in and out of you slowly before speeding up, body jolting. Your immediate reaction was to grind on his entire hand, his palm again constantly brushing up on your clit. 

"F-Fuck!" You whined, whimpering and moaning with all of the vigor that held in your lungs. You leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his head, back arching as your legs contracted together in a stuttering motion. His breathing is harder on you as you moaned into his ear, the skull of his mask poking at the side of your head. It was a bit sore on your core but nonetheless, you didn't want him to stop — not now, — it was way too pleasant for it to be lost. Your fingers are clawing his clothed back while his hold on your hips grew jarring. 

Your eyes are wired shut as you felt yourself on the edge of a climax, begging to him to let you reach it. "Sir please... I want to cum, I need to cu—" As you felt yourself tipping off the verge and surrender to refined ecstasy, his movements came to an end, your arousal quickly exhausting out fo you. You're fast to widen your eyes and free the clasp you had on him, confusion in your eyes and boring into his own. 

Imprints of tears are left on the skin of your cheeks as Ghost chuckles from his mask. He bends you down with one hand sliding around you, pressing sinking into your lower back. His wet digit are pressed onto your lips, he mouths an open up while you just stare with a bewildered expression. You exhale as you broaden your mouth, the damp leather laid on your tongue. You lick around his fingers for some time before they're fallen back out, both of his hands resting on top each of his thighs.

"On your knees.” He growls with dull eyes boring into your own. 

And you did exactly what he asked you to do. Your legs giving out from the loss of your orgasm and dropping to the floor — sitting on top of your heels. You’re still out of your head, foggy and wiped clean with no original thoughts. Although, he brings you out of it with a soft stroke to your cheek, you melting almost instantly into him. His prominent bulge sits in front of you while he returns his hand back to his thigh. You give him a blank stare before focusing back onto the tent in his pants, desperately undoing the zipper with calculated fingers, chucking his pants down his legs. He lets out a small laugh at the look on your face. 

“Such a good girl.” He says, resting his hand on top of your head.

You stare at him with doe eyes through your lashes before making your way into his black boxers, freeing his erection from its cotton confines. 

Your eyes sparkle with adoration. His cock is thick and leaking with precum, a distinguished vein running through the middle. Sheepishly, you take his base in both of your hands considering the amount of strength you needed to handle it with. A dryness in your throat spreads but that doesn’t stop you from darting your tongue out, licking the tip once to rid of the drooling wetness. You then gather the courage to wrap your lips around the tip, sucking carefully while his grip on your hair is more tough. Surprisingly you were quick to learn how to suck him off despite it being your first time. 

It was moderately exhausting to fully take him in your mouth bearing into mind of his size. You took him in further as the tip hit the back of your throat, tears brimming at the borderlines of your eyes. Your jaw was unhinged and open enough to take him until his base was fully engulfed in your mouth, your hand jerking him off at the same time. 

Drool pooled at the sides of your mouth and wet his cock without shame, sucking harder around him as your cheeks hallowed out. Your lips were stinging and paralyzed, backing out with a small pop while your hand proceeded to jerk him off rapidly. Fingers slid across his tip and pressed down onto the sensitive skin, a husky groan deriving from the pit of his throat. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this for a beginner, sweetie.” he praises with his heavy Manchester accent, a smile formed on your lips.

You returned to his cock, tongue tracing his vein before sucking at the tip and taking the entirety down your throat once more. It was a challenge to do so but you coped. He slid it deep down your throat to the point where a lump was apparent, your breathing becoming ragged, vulgar noises gurgling through your maneuvers. The insignificant portion of oxygen you were gaining made your head throb and spin with a small pressure.

One of hands gripped with a force at your head until he placed both of them at each side of your head, accompanying you faster.

Looking up at him with fluttering eyes, his head was fully thrown back, the angle of his Adam's apple in sight bobbing up and down with every guttural groan. His hefty grasp that was on both sides of your head almost made you feel like if you were about to explode around his cock. You moan swiftly and the sound vibrates around him. 

Your whole form quivers, that arousal starting in your cunt again, causing you to grind against the floor underneath. His groans echo and elevate as you viciously take him more hastily with your grinding. 

"You're doing so good for me, fuck." He grunts, the muscles of his abs flexing as you're taking him till his base. A warm wave of his cum floods your throat, having trouble breathing through your nose when he did stop you right at his abdomen. You're hauling him back in your throat as he tried to pull it out, swallowing every drop of his leftover cum. He's overstimulated, distinctly, but he let's you do so before gently guiding you off him. 

You cough and hold yourself up, gasping for air to fill your once blocked lungs. He doesn't hesitate picking you up off your limp position on the floor and settling you on the mattress still with your orgasm unfinished. Shameful whines emerged from you as you watch him undress himself of his remaining clothes, the throbbing between your legs becoming unbearable to handle any longer.

When he's finished baring himself of his clothes, he's stood at the foot of the bed, each of his hands gripping at your thighs and spreading them apart. You grin with your mind fogged up, catching his attention. 

"Eager aren't you?" He comments before grasping at the hem of your underwear, pulling down your thighs and leaving them to be abandoned at your ankles. You shiver at the air coming into contact with your now revealed cunt. Your legs are self consciously trembling while he inclines down into you, arms in a clutch around your thighs and holding your legs up to his shoulders.

His thumb and pointer finger pinch at the bottom of his mask and he lifts it to the brink of his nose, a light stubble peppering his vaguely sharp jawline. You were so entangled in his looks you didn't realize he was leaning down again, his eyes boring up at you as his mouth licks a straight stripe up your exposed pussy. A sudden warmth flooded your lower half as you legs tightened on his shoulders and around his head, eyes rolling back into your head.

A loud whine blurted from your lips as his tongue carefully stroked your lips, diving it inside a few times. He would often flick at your clit and watch such succulent noises scream from your mouth. Your juices collected at your entrance and on the exterior of his mouth which would be licked off by him. 

You would have never expected yourself to turn out like this ever. A wailing, whining and obedient mess for your superior. You messily grated your hips against his face every so often to match up with his patterns but the tight firm grasp on your thighs would just constrain you to the mattress. 

"My god, lieutenant...." Your voice is whiny and overstimulated when his nose is ramming into your sensitive clit, back arching off towards the ceiling at the contact.

Your legs are clenched impossibly tight around him while your head is thrown back into a pillow, your fingers have no source of support which concludes them to be either flailing around or bunching at the sheets. Salty tears ran down your cheeks and neck, eyes looking down at the man who ate you starved at your pussy. "Please sir... I want to cum — I need to..." 

"You need to?" He asks keeping up with his rhythm on your cunt, a teased tone in his voice at the question.

"Yes!" You near scream at him.

He just watches your crumbling figure with glassy eyes and all, your chest heaving with each breath you took. "Then beg for it." Ghost commands faintly. "Beg for me to make you cum."

Frustration ran in your veins at his order but there was no alternative way to reach your pleasure unless you allowed him to torture you any longer with his cutting off. 

"Please sir," You gasp out under him, insanity getting to you. He smiles smugly on his displayed mouth at your first phrase, his eyes having a sort of gleam in them for the first time you've ever seen. "I need you — make me cum,"

"See? Wasn't that hard." He mutters before continuing to eat you out. 

This time his lips were closed around your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. You're spasming and moaning out of fulfillment, fingers harrowing into his soft sheets which smelled of a strong cologne. Your fingers manage to make their way to one of his hands, pawing at them which gifts you a questionable stare from him. 

He's tender at your motions and extends his hand out to wrap around your more smaller hand, his bigger fingers entwined with yours as he flatten and squeezed your hand down. The leather on your skin drove you mad, mangling your hand with his in an intense ripple of emotions. He gets more hostile and you grind your hips against him with loud whimpering, his mouth switching between your lips then back to your clit for a longer period of time.

The knot in your stomach returns as he sent you on edge again, it building up in your stomach more faster this time. "Ghost, I'm gonna-"

A wave of ecstasy shot through every limb and corner of your body, mind turning into a bottomless pit of a void as you moaned the loudest you've ever had. Ghost proceeds to suck at your clit throughout your orgasm, his muscle on your cunt sending repeated shocks up into your spine. Tears flowed down as the pressure had became too much, though it did feel like you were in heaven. Your unable to form words and instead communicate with messy phrases and noises.

Your cunt had grown sensitive, limbs stiff as Ghost licked one final stripe up your pussy, those stiff limbs coming to life for a brief second.

He watches as you bathe in the aftershocks of your reached orgasm, he sat between your legs and grabbed something from the bedside table, a sharp object. You watched as he slid it in the middle of your shirt, cutting the fabric and revealing your bra underneath that cushioned your breasts. He then grabbed at your waist and forced you to sit up in front of him, your arms clinging to his neck as he does.

The black paint remained around his eyes but some of it wiped away with his sweat. His mask was still pulled up to his nose, his mouth agape and breathing. What was left of your shirt was rejected onto the floor, Ghost's hand circling around your torso and unclipping your bra for you, fully stripping you of every clothes you had worn.

Without warning he pushes you up against the headboard and wraps his hand around your neck, lips colliding with yours in a rough manner. He feasted onto you as your breasts smushed into his chest, a moan followed with his kiss. He took advantage of your expanded mouth and slid his tongue inside, tasting every crevice of you. 

The taste of your own juices could be made out when sucking on his pink muscle, a grunt coming from him. The skull of his mask with sharp ridges prodded at your cheeks but it wasn't that big of a deal for you.

He remained possessed in your lips as he tugged at his boxers, laying you flat against the bed again. He pulled back from you and moved down to your neck and breasts, leaving love bites on the way. His handles fondle at your breasts while his mouth takes one of your tits in his mouth, sucking which drove a moan from you. 

Your legs are enclosed over his hips as he settled his palm against your pussy, rubbing it right over your clit before his ring and middle fingers are delving into you. Your cunt more wet from your climax and causes it to make squelching sounds as he dove up into you. 

His fingers are taken away and gripped at your sides, pushing you down harder. One hand pulls down at his boxers and his cock reaches to his abdomen, the size making you suck a breath in and drool. He pumps his cock in his free hand, precum already starting to leak from the tip again. 

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" He asks you, keeping in mind that this was your first time and to avoid any painful events to occur. 

"Mmhm, just please, be gentle..." You say biting your lip, "Then go hard on me."

He pauses before nodding, positioning himself and stretching your legs vastly. Your brain had gone to mush as you could only stare up into his mask, watching and waiting to be taken by him. His finger are gripped harder as he leisurely sinks into you, a dragged groan leaving his mouth. 

Your eyes narrow while your back arches off. "Fuck!" your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the extensive pain of the stretch. It had felt like you were being split in half but also being stuffed to the maximum. His length implied that there was no stopping and it just kept inching into you.

His pelvis rested on your pussy as he fit inside with a low groan. It was painful taking him but it didn't take long for it to be converted into pleasure. One of your eyes had twitched closed when his balls came into contact with your clit, mouth wide and producing whimpers. You convulse in pleasure and push yourself down onto him, "You're so fucking big, Ghost..." you whine into the air.

You feel him pulse inside of you at your words, "Shit, you're tight," he returns through gritted teeth. The sloppy sounds of your pussy and the combined noises spilling from both of you bouncing off the walls. Your arousal made his cock slick and easier for him to thrust into you each time, satisfaction hitting every nerve in your body.

Your clit was oversensitive at this point against his pounding, writhing for him by each thrust. His repetitive grunts clashing with your high-pitched moans, boosting your progress towards your second orgasm. 

"Lieutenant," Your voice whimpered out as you tightened around him, earning a growl from his lips. "Gonna cu-"

Jumbled blur of words spoke into the air as he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders while he hunched over you, the new position sending you into a state of euphoria. Sweat from behind his mask merged with his lightly fading eye paint, dark droplets dripping onto your stomach decorating it in spots of black. 

"Call me Simon," He pants out, "I prefer it when I'm fucking you."

His words sent you over the borderline, a sharp cry of Simon screaming from your mouth as you arched your sweaty layered body off the mattress at an incredibly high rate. It stung a little when you succumbed to your orgasm, eyes glued shut as the bursting feeling was nothing but discarded by Ghost — his cock continuing to drill into you through your orgasm. 

All conscious of yours is restored piece by piece when Ghost pulls out of you, that sensation of being full no longer there. He keeps your legs high and exhibited on shoulders while he catches his breath, hands loosening their grip on your hips but still there. The larger man takes the time to lean forward further, stretching your legs almost to the brim of the headboard. His stare is more intense this time, petrifying to the mind.

Suddenly he's slammed into you again, your overstimulated pussy already hypersensitive to only the slightest touch of his hips or how his tip brushed against your cervix. 

"Simon! I- It's too much!" You whine with hot tears collecting down your face. Everything felt too sore to keep going but you couldn't get enough of him. 

The angle in which he fucked you was more extreme than the previous positions he bended you over in — heavenly would be the right word to describe it. With his cock pulsing against your walls and your cunt clenching around, the pleasure was equal. Your hands crawl behind him and ground onto his back, nails digging into the skin leaving red streaks of lines. 

"Just a little more, doll" He reassures you comfortingly, his hand stroking your face that once held your hip. He wants to keep his anchorage and allows his hand to fall back to your hip, pounding himself harder into you. Your pussy gushes around him and a hand collapses from his back to his inked forearm, clawing at it with all your strength while you saw stars in your vision. 

Those dark half-lidded eyes of his never failed to cherish you, to study you with a raw emotion. His name, his real name, is chanted into the air while your brain swore you saw double of him as you gave into another orgasm. A small line of blood adorned his cock, which must've been from the first time he was inside you. Thankfully it no longer stung when he fucked you and all you felt was how good it actually was.

He manhandled you gently but at the same time, violently. Surely bruises were going to be left on you the next day — from his mouth and his grasp. You sobbed more for him despite being at your limit, all of your stability gone. 

You had started to grind and match with his thrusts again before he hoists your hips upwards, pistoning himself right up at your g-spot. You squealed as he repeatedly hit up so far into you with a set precision, picking up the pace in at an animalistic speed. Your legs spasmed in the air as he grunted above you, more of his sweat coming into a mixture of yours as it drips down onto your body. 

"Give me one more," He stares down at your squirming form, "I know you can — fuck, — do it."

As much as it was tiring to have another orgasm out of the numerous ones you already yielded to, you couldn't help it. His grinding hips pounding faster into you and attacking at your cervix without any rest. You cry at the added stimulation to both your clit and g-spot, putting yourself through yet another more intense orgasm. Heat overtook your body as you came, your walls clenching on Ghost's cock like your life depended it. "Simon! Mm- I-" Any sentences you tried to create just came out as incoherent babbles or moans. All you could do was stare into those dark eyes of his, those alluring eyes of his.

A low grunt left his throat as he pulled out of you, hot ropes of cum splattering onto your stomach. His seed dribbled down at your entrance mixed with your own arousal, a smile twitching on your lips at it. He falls down onto you with his head resting in the crook of your shoulder, soon climbing off and sitting up-right next to you. Your head is guided to lay on his sweaty chest with his hand around you.

He reaches for a clean rag that happens to be on his bedside table, reaching down to clean you and him up while soft kisses were pressed into the temples of your forehead. "Sorry for doin' too much on you for your first time." He apologizes, chuckling.

"No worries." You say, formed together. "Besides, I wanted my first time to be a little rough."

His head crooks to the side, eyes staring at you in disbelief. A scoff puffs from him before you're gifted another chuckle. Your legs squirm a little at the fabric of the rag wiping down the excess liquids that were at your thighs and down his legs.

"We should play your games more." You say. "Without Johnny, of course."

Ghost shakes his head, a discreet smile behind his coverage. "You little minx."

[pleistocene-pride]

Nigersaurus is a genus of rebbachisaurid sauropod dinosaur that lived throughout what is now africa during the middle Cretaceous period some 115 to 105 million years ago. Remains thought to belong to Nigersaurus were first discovered during a 1965–1972 expedition to the Republic of Niger led by French paleontologist Philippe Taquet, and first mentioned in a paper published in 1976. Although a common genus, the dinosaur had been poorly known until more material of other individuals was discovered during expeditions led by American palaeontologist Paul Sereno in 1997 and 2000. As such Nigersaurus was named and described in more formerly named and described in detail in 1999 by Sereno and his colleagues, The genus name Nigersaurus means Niger reptile in reference to the country where it was discovered, and the specific name taqueti honours Taquet, who was the first to organize large-scale palaeontological expeditions to Niger. The limited understanding of the genus was the result of poor preservation of its remains, which arises from the delicate and highly pneumatic construction of the animals skeleton. Reaching around 30ft (9m) in length and 4,000 to 9,000lbs (1,800 to 4,100kgs) in weight, Nigersaurus was surprisingly small for a sauropod being comparable to a modern elephant. It was a quadrupedal animal with a small head, short neck, thick hind legs, and a prominent tail. Its skull was very specialized for feeding, with large fenestrae and thin bones. It had a wide muzzle filled with more than 500 teeth, which were replaced at a rapid rate: around every 14 days. The jaws may have borne a keratinous sheath giving the animal a beak like structure. In life Nigersaurus was probably a browser, traveling the plains, wetlands, and riverine forest in herds as they feed upon ferns, horsetails, and angiosperms.

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[bagerfluff]

The Big Bad Puppy

Nico di Angelo x Male Werewolf Reader

Prompt - Werewolf

You cursed as you paced back and forth in the Hades Cabin.

This was bad.

Bad.

Bad.

Bad.

You see, it was a full moon tonight. It was a few hours till sun down and you were a werewolf. Yes, a werewolf. You were cursed by a God years ago so every full moon and whenever you wished you would turn into a half man half wolf.

Normally everything was fine when this happened. You never had any friends so you never had to tell anybody about your little wolf problem.

But this full moon was different.

You had Nico, your boyfriend. You hadn’t told Nico about your problem yet, how could you. How do you tell the man you love that you turn into a werewolf? What if Nico hated you for it? What if Nico hated that you kept this a secret from him?

You were on the verge of having an anxiety attack. Because in a few hours you would turn into a werewolf in your boyfriend's cabin. You couldn’t leave, Nico would find you.

But you could hurt Nico, kill him. You didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to kill someone else that loved you. But what could you do? You kept pacing in Nico’s cabin till you felt something.

You looked out the window to see the moon shine into Nico’s cabin. Guess your choice was made for you. You felt your bones shift and your skin rip. You’ve been through this before. It hurt like hell but you were used to it.

You fell to the floor and gripped the floor. Slowly your body grew bigger, longer, less human, more wolf. You grew claws. Long hands and feet. Black fur grew along your body as your face changed to a wolf's face.

But you were different from most werewolves.

The God that cursed you so that you would never fit in anywhere. Your face as a wolf was a skull. A wolf's skull was your face but when it reached your wolf ears it changed back to the wolf's body.

You could see ribs on your chest and your claws on your feet and hands were long, sharp, and white. You were half wolf, half skeleton. Once you were finished changing you looked around the cabin.

What were you going to do now?

Where could you go or do?

You were trying to think about what to do when you heard the door open to the Hades Cabin. You looked over to see Nico standing at the entrance with a face of shock and concern.

“What are you?” Nico said as he drew his sword. You never thought that Nico might kill you. You whimpered and tried to make yourself smaller. That was hard since when you stood on your hind legs you were just small enough to fit inside the cabin.

You moved back to the farthest wall from the door. You tried to make yourself small. Nico shut the door and slowly walked closer to you. His sword was drawn and it was pointing at you.

“What are you and what did you do with Y/n?” You felt happy that Nico cared about you, but also scared that Nico was going to kill you. You tried to make yourself non threatening but that didn’t work.

Nico got closer, but you could see that Nico was hesitant. Like he knew something was different about you. “You look like a werewolf. But why do you have a skull face?” Not even you could answer that.

“Where is Y/n?”, when Nico said your name you placed a clawed paw to your chest. Trying to tell Nico that you were Y/n. Nico seemed to notice this but he looked really confused.

“Your Y/n?” Nico asked and you nodded. Nico lowered his sword but he still looked a little confused. “You're a werewolf?” Nico asked and you nodded again. Taking a step forward towards Nico.

Nico took a step back but he didn’t do anything. “What happened?” Nico asked and you wished you could answer him. “Guess you can’t tell me”, Nico said after a bit.

You walked closer to him and Nico didn’t move this time. Nico reached his hand out and you tapped his palm with your muzzle. It felt different than most because it was a skull. Nico wondered how you could see, smell, or eat but Nico would have to wait for that.

“It’s a full moon. That’s why you turned”, You nodded and pushed your muzzle against Nico’s stomach. You were still pretty tall when you were on all fours.

Your head went to Nico’s chest.

Nico reached over and started to pet your head. Right in between your ears since that was the closest place with fur. Your tail started to wag. Nico had remembered that he didn’t see you at dinner so he asked you if you might be hungry.

You nodded and growled. “Hold on there”, Nico looked around the cabin, “You want to hunt?” Nico asked you. Nico knew the gist about werewolves. They were bigger than wolves. You started to move to the door but Nico grabbed your fur.

“No. Let me see if there are people out there”, Nico let go of your fur and walked to the door. But you followed. Nico sighed. Nico was a little scared of you when he first saw you. He had never seen or heard something that looked like you.

But he’s been around you for a couple of minutes and he was already not scared of you. You were like a big puppy. You were like that when you were human too. Kind, caring, loving, following Nico around.

People teased you for it but you never minded. Maybe that was because they were true. “No. Stay”, Nico said sternly. He didn’t want someone to kill you. You whimpered but you stayed where you were while Nico walked to the door.

Nico opened the door and peaked out. Nobody was outside. Everyone had already gone to their cabins. Nico looked back into the cabin and caught your eye. If Nico could call it that.

They were just the eye sockets that the eyes went in and Nico could still feel eyes looking at him. It was a little creepy. “Okay. You can go. You know where the forest is but come back quickly”, you nodded your head and your tail started to wag.

You moved closer to Nico and rubbed your skull head against his cheek before running out the door and to the forest. Nico sighed and closed the door. Nico walked over to his bed and sat.

So Nico’s boyfriend was a werewolf.

Nico didn’t really care but he wondered how you became that and why you looked so different. Why didn’t you tell Nico? Well Nico guessed it was because you were scared.

How long have you been like this? Why are you like this? Nico had lots of questions but he guessed that he would have to wait to find them out. Nico wondered if this would change things.

Could you control your transformation? Could you turn whenever you wanted? Just more questions. Nico heard a thump on the door, that was quick. Nico walked over to the door and opened it to see you standing in front of it.

You were pretty tall.

About two times taller than Nico. Nico stepped outside and looked up. He saw you looking back at you and he also saw that your jaw was dripping with blood.

Nico glanced down to see that your tail was wagging really fast. “Come in”, Nico said as he stepped out of the way and you crouched down and walked in. Nico closed the door behind you two and you walked and curled up next to Nico’s bed.

Nico walked over to you and crouched down in front of you. Nico reached out and started to pet your head. You turned your head and lifted it so you and Nico were looking eye to eye.

Nico still had questions.

He had a lot.

But he could wait a bit before getting them answered. “You really are a big puppy aren’t you”, Nico said and Nico could have sworn that you smiled. Nico sat down in between your legs and you curled around him.

Your head in Nico’s lap while Nico ran his hands through your fur. Nico slowly got tired so he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. From now on your and Nico’s lives are going to be a bit different.

Mostly Nico’s and mostly your relationship.

[finnthefishi]

tdlosk halloween outfit ideas

ok so since halloween is coming up i had some costume ideas for the characters

saiki: alien (bonus point if the psychic group chose it for him)

nendou: saiki (he loves his bestie)

kaidou: vampire

kuboyasu: vampire (no one would question if he got blood all over himself, also matching with kaidou)

teruhashi & yumehara: matching ghost girl twins

toritsuka: ghost (actually just bed sheets with cut out eyes because he was too lazy to buy something better)

aiura: black cat or witch

mera: pumpkin

hairo: dragon (some classmates volunteered to help make it detailed and cool)

saiko: skeleton king (decorated with a bunch of expensive jewelry)

akechi: asylum patient (with muzzle so people dont have to listen to his yapping)