#skull paw anon

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just found your page in a muddled state of heat brain

what would alpha do if he came home and found his omega going into heat all alone? needy and whining and wet in their nest, trying to satiate themself but not being able to?

- 💀🐾 anon (if it’s not taken)

Well, Omega. There's only one thing to do when you find an Omega trying to please themselves without any true satisfaction. We all know that a toy knot will never compare to the feeling of an Alpha spreading your little cunt open on his thick cock, the feeling when your Alpha's knot starts to swell up and promise to pump you full of his thick load.

A toy can never make your eyes roll back and your body arch up with pure desire. Only an Alpha can.

So of course, what else can an Alpha do but claim your cunt and fuck you through your heat and into his rut, to make sure that you're well and truly used properly. That you're so worn out that each orgasm never seems to finish before the next starts when you're hanging off of your Alpha's knot.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Might be weird to ask but petplay? I just think certain COD men *cough cough* soap *cough cough* would be esp good as dumb puppies y'know?

COD petplay headcanons

Little do you know anon, I enjoy petplay, so this is no weird question at all. And you are so right. Petplay COD be upon ye.

Ill be going on holiday all of next week, so if you guys are fine with shorter replies i can write some on my phone, let me know what you think.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap is such a good pup, kind of a brat sometimes but its because he wants your attention. You’ll catch him crawling around with your clothes in his mouth or half crawled under the kitchen table, his lower body still sticking out as he chews on something he shouldn’t be chewing on.

Whines loudly and paws at your leg for attention any time you aren’t paying attention to him. Can’t you see how good he’s being? How tempted his tummy is when he rolls onto his back? Don’t you wanna rub it?

The type to crawl around in a jockstrap, a harness, a collar, a puphood and pup gloves. Don’t forget the plug with a tail attached so he can wag so prettily for you, or so it can wag all over the place when he’s feeling playful.

Sadly, you’ll have to punish the poor pup on the regular, he makes a mess and can’t keep himself from humping your leg or crawling onto the furniture to lick and bite at you. Its not unusual to find him humping pillows in your bedroom, whining for you.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Hes more calm than the others, but don’t expect that means he’s less of a troublemaker. Will steal your keys or your clothes and hide them under the bed, or under his dog bed so that you can’t leave. Will chew on your belts and throw your laundry all over the place.

A whiner too, has this warbled pathetic sounding whine he lets out when you tell him to stay still and quiet so you can work, but settles down if hes allowed to wrap around your feet. It always ends up with him chewing or licking your ankles though.

Wears a getup similar to Soap, with the jockstrap, harness, hood and gloves. Likes how it makes him dependent on you as his master to take care of him. Sometimes he just gets home from a mission, puts on his hood, and lays down with his head in your lap to calm down from the day.

Tries to be more sneaky when he’s horny, like subtly grinding into the floor or his dog bed, or sitting down and wiggling in his spot so he can move his plug around inside him. You always catch him though, since he starts that warbly whine when he gets close but can’t finish without you.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The most well-behaved pup, think like a well-trained military dog. Always standing straight on all fours, back straight, head lifted, and chest puffed out. He soaks up any praise you give him with a gruff bark and a small wag.

Doesn’t regularly whine, is more of a barker or growler. He growls the most if there are other pups around that try to get close to you or play with him, as he’s always standing on guard in front of you. You always have to muzzle him around other pups cuz Ghost does nip at times, especially when other pups are acting up and he needs to correct their behavior.

Tends to do play either fully dressed in his military gear, just a tail strapped to his belt and a customized hood with his skull paint. Or fully naked, only wearing maybe a harness, a spikey collar, his hood, his tail, and a cockcage unless you need it off.

If Ghost is in the mood, you’ll invite other pups over (unless you are poly and have multiple partners who are pups) and Ghost will assert himself as the alpha amongst them. This is where you take the cage off him so he can push down the other pups and take them. He will always arch his back for you though, or roll onto his back and spread his legs with a tiny barely audible whine for you.

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

A very quiet pup and doesn’t act up much, tends to be more on the chill side. Hes even allowed in the furniture since he wont mess it up like others, and likes to curl up beside you with his head in your lap.

When hes feeling it though, like if you’ve been apart for a while, he might start growing antsy. Crawling around in front of you or sitting right by your feet and letting out tiny barely audible whines. It always ends up with him pawing at your knee and looking at you with the most lethal puppy eyes ever.

Doesn’t wear as much gear at the others, I don’t think he would enjoy the gloves that make his hands unusable, and the hood might feel too restrictive to him. Instead hed just resort to walking on his knuckles, wearing a headband with ears, and maybe wearing a belt with a tail on top of his boxers.

A licker, he doesn’t say much, but you will know he’s truly in the mood when he starts licking you all over. Licking at your hands, your legs, your torso, slobbering all over your pants and crotch until you open your belt and give him what he wants.

Phillip Graves

Another troublemaking pup, a brat. Rips up pillows and gnaws on your belts and wallet. The type you have to play tug of war with for your belt as he growls and yips, wagging his tail and drooling on the floor.

The kinda pup you’ll have to spank and punish in other ways, not out of this world to put him in a cockcage or crate for the night if he’s acted out way too much. He enjoys it very much though, so it’s nothing he hasn’t asked for himself. Graves has probably come up with some of the punishments himself.

Hes fully geared up, hood, gloves, tail and all, except he wouldn’t wear a jockstrap, just fully naked expect for the pup parts. Hes not always wearing a cage as its only for punishment, so you can catch him grinding against stuff sometimes.

The most effective punishment for him is overstimulation, laying him across your lap and jerking him off until he’s whining and writhing and shaking, where after you’ll let him cuddle against your chest after cleaning him up, praising him and giving him good aftercare.

[sionisjaune]

overstimulation or hair pulling for princesscake?

[pwp prompts] Princess cake with Williams Nico for you anon!!!

Jenson must be the luckiest man on the planet. He voices this sentiment out loud and watches the Williams kid writhe on his cock like a snake shedding its skin. His blonde hair is splayed across the pillow, his eyes are squeezed shut, and the flush of his skin descends all the way to his nipples. Jenson reflects that Mark is probably going to murder him once he finds out that Jenson has gotten his hands on his teammate, but this is one of those situations where the risk is decently counterbalanced by the reward.

“Relax,” says Jenson. He can feel the grin tugging at his mouth. The kid whines pitiably, mussing his hair while he thrashes. “Come on,” Jenson urges. “Open those pretty eyes for me.” 

To his credit, Nico looks like he’s trying his best, blinking open wet eyes, the blonde lashes clumped together. Jenson recalls the attitude Nico gave him before Jenson got a few drinks in him—that disgusted frown and the standoffish body language. It’s hard to reconcile the Nico from the paddock with the Nico speared on Jenson’s cock, tears leaking from his eyes like he’s never taken someone quite as big as Jenson. 

“Good job,” Jenson praises, leaning over Nico. The new position must cause Jenson to slip deeper inside of Nico, because Nico groans like Jenson’s punched him in the stomach. “It’s not so bad, is it?” Nico gurgles something unintelligible underneath Jenson, his hands twitching next to his head. 

Jenson wraps a hand around Nico’s hip and pulls out slowly, relishing the vice grip Nico’s insides have on him. He would call Nico a virgin if he didn’t know better, if he couldn’t spot a slag a mile away. A few tight thrusts have Nico loosening around him, relaxing into a good cavity for Jenson to fuck. He adjusts Nico’s thighs around his waist, folding Nico open so that Jenson can hit deep inside him. Nico moans appreciatively, the extent of his participation being the erratic fluttering of the muscles in his abdomen and occasional pawing at Jenson’s side. 

When Jenson is about to come, arousal wound tight in the pit of his belly, he winds his fingers through Nico’s silky hair and pulls tight, cradling Nico’s skull while simultaneously increasing the force of his thrusts, splitting Nico’s thighs apart. Nico’s back arches off the mattress, his neck bending backwards so that Jenson can see the damp column of his throat. When Jenson collapses forwards onto Nico’s chest, his orgasm spiralling out of him, Nico is still coming, spurting between their stomachs. 

Jenson presses a kiss underneath the kid’s jaw almost without thinking. Nico doesn’t seem to notice, his head lolling in the pillows beneath Jenson. “Let’s do that again sometime,” Jenson says, panting.

[karlachismylife]

So I realized something. My forgetful ass forgot that I did in fact claim an emoji cause my brain just does that So just to let you know chronic pain anon here and I'm the hyacinth anon. Genuinely forgot, my bad. BUT WAIT I have a valid excuse though, my dog had puppies and they're VERY cute and take up ALL my headspace rn ily tho ty for being so cool lol

No worries love, I already added it to all your asks so you can find them easier just in case! hehehe glad to have you pretty <3

And also that's THE MOST VALID excuse, I wouldn't be able to think about anything even if you gave me one puppy. MANY PUPPIES? Brain.exe stopped working. Is it okay to ask for a picture? Totally only if you're fine with it!!

You're cool! And that's why you get task force 141 and puppies headcanons.

Price is the classic "dad said he didn't want a dog". He's already got three muppets and you to look after, he doesn't need puppies in his responsibilities too. So it's only becaue he doesn't want to have any complications that he gets them all the best care items, toys, food - also takes them (by himself, because he can only trust himself not to fuck this up) to the best vet to get all their shots and checkups. You could expect him to be strict and comply with nature's laws if there's one weaker puppy in the batch, but no, he's actually making everything he can to ensure this little fella gets enough food and doesn't get bullied by its siblings. And if you see Price snoring with the puppies climbing all over him or napping on his chest? You actually didn't see anything.

He also gets matching hats for all of them.

Ghost can't even pretend he doesn't wanna cry just from looking at these little buggers. They're just so small with their tiny tails and paws sliding from under their chubby bodies, and they are so fragile and precious, and he can fit two or maybe even three in his huge palm, warm, soft bodies that trust this scary man with their tiny puppy lives... yeah, no, he's actually red-eyed and sniffling, and he can't even pin it on allergy, because then, first of all, puppies will get taken away from him, and second, he's kinda sobbing and crying very obviously. They just unlock something in him, and all his outer shell cracks. He wants to hold them a lot, but he's also so very scared of harming them, he'll need your supervision just so that he doesn't fuck his own brain with ovethinking. Talks to the puppers quietly, with that brute care, and if you tell him not to teach puppies bad words, he'll actually try to avoid cussing around them.

Once they're old enough, he's picking some skull/skeleton themed collars and accessories for them.

Gaz did his research (as per usual), so he's actually extremely efficient and good when caring for puppies. No emergency is too scary for him, he's collected and confident, and they couldn't ask to be in better hands. If they need bottle feeding, he's sitting there with a very serious face on duty, but when he thinks no one's looking, he's actually making silly faces at them (yes, like with actual babies) and absolutely smitten by them. He's set on training them and teaching them tricks, but mostly just giving them enough to excersise their bodies and brains, so he'll give a lot of attention to each one of them to see what suits them the most.

He's also taking great care of the mama dog too. A true gentleman, he is!

Soap is fucking extatic as if he just got kids. He boasts about them at any given moment, has pictures on his phone, on his lockscreen, in his wallet, one tucked into his tactical vest (to remember what he's fighting for). He'll carry them around in those baby carriers, take them everywhere to "show them the world", including top shelves, fridge insides and neighbour's lawn. He's also forgetting everything except them, his ADHD ass locks in on the cuties so he can actually miss meals and shit (Soap! Missing meals! Unheard of.) because he's just stuck there, watching them wobble around and play. Absolutelty is their favourite playground, just lays down on the floor and lets them climb around.

Constantly has treats on him, but sometimes mixes them up with his own snacks and nibbles on those himself. He's grown quite fond of the chewy sticks though, maybe he should just buy a packet for him only...

[kit-williams]

Hoof Care

Yes I was really thinking of Baldamort's voice for Drar (Watch his video on the Master of Executions and well you can probably figure out where I got Drar's voice from)

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It was that time of the month again where you'd get a call to go to them they paid you quiet a bit and of course you weren't the only person going... it was always a big big event. You head to the Iron Warrior's base near the city... most Chaos Space Marines' don't have bases but their loyalist counterparts do... though Iron Warriors are an exception not a norm. Though you weren't sure as the Iron Warriors didn't have too much friction with their "traitor" selves? You didn't understand nor really bother too.

The norm would be the fact that there is a Night Lord base being built somewhere given that there were now enough loyalist night lords demanding it. But you made sure your tools were sharp and everything was ready... you knew the only downside of the Iron Warriors was the fact that both loyalist and traitor elements kept pushing and vying for power within their own... faction?

As you backed your truck in and got out you could hear his crooning... he was old had that slightly withered lit to his voice as it croaked out of him as if he had ruined his vocal cords time and time again. "Missy so nice of you to join us." Drar the Warpcutter spoke and if you remembered he said he was the leader of a warband known as the Malefactors of Sin.

"Lord Drar... and hello Helios." You politely said as his Master of Executions followed. The big man behind him looked at you and you swallowed... you didn't get the feel good vibes everyone else got. Your eyes flicked to their weapons... to the skulls up their belt... and you had a feeling Drar enjoyed the fact you were afraid of them. "Where is Vasso..." You ask for the current "chapter master" and you watch Drar wave his hand.

"Busy. The child is going to work himself to death at this rate and I... took the liberty of playing host for him." He says with a grin, "But enough pleasantries... you're the final one to arrive." You flinch as his massive hand pushes against your back and you move into the hanger.

Chaos Space Marines of countless chapters and warbands were here all highly mutated. Heavy hooves clipped and clopped against the floor as centaurs made their way to the designated zone. You headed over to the other ferriers as Drar trilled his goodbye and Helios just gave a nod. You could see where other space marines were watching and learning how to take care of their mutated brothers and cousins as in the far corner you could see iron warriors guarding feral marines that took the offer for maintained care but do not want humans touching them. You could understand as it took you a long time to get over the wrongness of your clients.

At least they behaved better than horses, the massive hooves were clipped and trimmed even polished if they wanted too. The utterly massive Black Legionary stallion... Troc was his name, he would have been such a pretty black horse, brought his own shoes... shiny brass things. He liked his hooves painted a nice solid black.

You could hear Adamatar bellowing as the white minotaur had hurt one of his hooves and so trying to get him to behave enough to put a block on his hoof was feeling like an impossible task. You could spy long tails wagging as fur coats were being brushed... a canine centaur of a Night Lord was half asleep as he was getting his jet black fur coat groomed and nails trimmed on his paws. You trimmed the frog of Troc's hooves just shaping his hoof as he was currently gushing about his bonded... a little girl who had a habit of calling him "pony" or "horsey" when she got overly excited and also calling him "Truck".

The shiny iron horseshoes of a bulky draft of an Iron warrior caught your eye. They certainly liked to feel pretty.... you shiver as a heavily mutated space marine lumbers past... organized chaos of it all and you're getting paid enough that it makes you not have to worry about the slower times of the year.

You could see someone with their body leaning into a massive stomach maw just cleaning the teeth of the marine. You stop looking as you hammer in his shoe and work on cutting the nails and then applying the black hoof polish.... rinse and repeat.

Sure they cooperated more then an actual animal but it was still a lot of hard work. "Hey!" You snapped at someone's apprentice. "Don't just walk behind them!" You said pointing out the fact that they were just walking right behind the centaurs. Which if he was working with actual horses was bad practice.

"They won't kick." They countered back.

"Yeah but they still can't see you and when you work with an actual horse they will kick if you walk right behind you. Give them the same berth as you would an actual horse because if one of these boy's kicks you're going to die." You huff as you resume working on the hooves of the Iron Warrior as someone was working on his horns... it was sometimes easier to do multiple tasks on the same marine as they kept still.

Lunch was provided and it was nice... it felt normal to have that lull in working as you grabbed a coffee as you worked in shifts... went around inspecting other's techniques... watching how some of them were teaching their apprentices, in various fields, or how they were teaching the Astartes on how to take care of their own. Sometimes a feral marine would be brave and try to get taken care of by one of us "mortals" but you never volunteered you had plenty of Astartes asking for you to work on them personally.

But the day blurred on by till you were getting handed a stack of cash of a few thousand dollars with the hope that you would come back same time next month and as well as the cavate that if something changed they would inform you. Again you see Drar as you head back to your trunk and a cup of coffee, that looks so small in his hands, is given to you. "What's this for?"

"Job well done?" He croons.

"Ah yes the usual hush coffee so I don't tattle on Vasso of you playing chapter master huh?" You say ignoring the scowl on his face as you sip the coffee, "or... is it hush coffee to keep me from tattling again to Vasso because you enjoy scaring people?"

"Mouthy little mortal aren't you." He hisses as you cow slightly, far too tired to not be filled with dread as he moves far too smoothly for something so big. He spat to the side, "But something like that."

"And like usual I'm going to be the last one to leave because you like chatting." You say tiredly as you drink the hot brew that made you feel tired. You had enough for a hotel in the city for tonight though... beds were always available here at the fortress. "I have a feeling you're going to chat me up so long I might just have to spend the night."

Drar laughed, it was hardly a pleasant sounding thing... it was dark and ominous... it was downright an evil sounding thing that ended rolling in his chest till it quieted. "You look exhausted."

You just drank the coffee to prevent yourself from making a 'captain obvious' joke, "I might stay tonight or at least get a few hours of shut eye."

"Then let me play the good host once more." He crooned and you just locked your car after placing your tools inside... just a few hours of sleep then you'd make the drive home.

[ask-karlachbear]

On rest. Moved to @wisterias-in-bloom

Hello Soldiers,

I saw Astarion and Gale spending a lot of time here, and I decided to join too! Do you wanna go and smash some bad guy's skull?🕺

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I'm 25 and I use any pronouns.

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No abuse RP. OF ANY KIND. Talking about the backstories of the various characters is okay, but asking me to roleplay anything like that will grant you a direct line towards the trash.

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[wild-forest-critter]

Hello, can I request a mood board for an alter in my system that identifies with black Irish Wolfhounds? Themes to include are forests at night and darker/creepier nature themes. Human or animal skulls/bones are okay, please don’t include things like knives or full moons. A good color theme if included would be dark red or black. Something moody like fog would be neat but not required. Images of black Irish Wolfhounds, black canine paws, and bared teeth would be great!

If you decide to take this one, you can tag me at @manytherians

im so sorry for getting this to you so late, anon!! but i really do hope you like it, @manytherians !

-the requested board

-the requested board with additional tint

[qwimchii]

PWEASEE GIVE ME LIL BIT OF SNIPPETTT😭😭😭

I’M DYING RNNNNN

hello anon 🤭 i know technically you asked for this from chapter 4 (i think???) i will be giving you a snippet for chapter 5 i hope thats ok im so sorry i didnt get around to this request sooner 😭 anyways here's a little snippet before tonight!!!

you had begun to slump forward onto the table, placing your pen and head down for just a second, the soft, lulling tick of the clock a rhythmic snap in your ears till—

you jolted when the german shepherd yapped.

rubbing at your face, you peered over the table, seeing him standing by the door, tail wagging with a ferocity and tongue lolling out. he yapped again, ears flicking towards the door. you squinted out the window, finding nothing but the night pitched into a hazy ink.

a new sort of grating fear bubbled in you at the dog’s persistence. he paced around the entrance, tail still bouncing. you eyed the kitchen cabinets, remembering that Maria had told you the one on the far right had a revolver and ammo.

instead, you neared the window, squinting your eyes, seeing a distant light bobbing over the hill of the plain before many joined it. you pressed your forehead to the window, making out the shapes of horses nearing the farmhouse fast.

you stepped over the dog, opening the front door a crack to listen over the whistling wind. unmistakably, the beating of horse hooves echoed down the plan as well as—

your name.

you scrambled around for the lantern by the front door, striking a match to light it, and holding it up against the darkness as one-four-one and los vaqueros came thundering down the hill.

the dog shot out the door to greet them and you bit back a shriek, almost tripping over his paws before an arm came to hoist you up. Kate materialized beside you, laughing as you strode out to the approached figures, arm in arm.

you realized Soap was the one calling your name, and your heart soared at the sight of him, alive and happy and well and smiling as he slid off his horse, running up to you and Kate to pull both of you into a hearty hug, squeezing too tight. he pulled away to pet the dog who was running in crazed circles.

your cheeks ached at the big smile stretching your lips.

your gaze swept over the men, at least forty of them, breath hitching at the sight of one, his black stallion stomping in the grass and the silver skull pendant of his stetson glimmering in the low light of the lanterns strung up over his saddle.

Simon’s face was bare, thumbs hooked in his belt, head tilted as he looked at you with a softness, dark eyes illuminated by the lamplight.

idk how great this snippet is but i think it's a cute moment ehehe 🤭

[goldenguillotines]

💔 | K. + R. + O. - Capture

Word count - 1.6k

Characters - Koukoi, Clementine (Beloved meow meow), Oskeus, Raiden, Luxsol (Mentioned / Ambivalence-and-torpor), Prexes (Mentioned/Cadavertrolls) and Cormai (Mentioned)

TWS: Violence, Kidnapping and overall just a bad no fun time.

Summary: Happy Not Quads day! ... A date that never happened..

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"A date.."

Koukois heart hammered in his chest.. he felt like a wiggler. Standing in front of his mirror, he fiddles with the vest he had put on, unsure if this would be appropriate for his red and going out. Usually, he didn't mind... He had been on a date with Luxsol before. This isn't new, he knew that.. but perhaps the fact it being quads day was enough to make the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

A sigh escaped his lips- the tension refusing to leave him. This is fine, he would be fine. Of course he would be fine!

"Meeeeooooowwww!"

Koukoi's eyes widened at the sound of his cat, Calico laying lazily at the edge of his bed. Stretched to show his belly, paw outstretched..

"Oh my, my apologies. Have I neglected my little boy? You know I'll always make time for you.."

A soft smile graced his lips, reaching down to give Clementine pets.. under his chin.. back and most importantly. His belly! A purr gently leaving the Feline. Some of the tension leaves his frame. How can he be worried when his companion was being so sweet..

"Sorry~ It seems that I'm rather anxious today.. Papa is going to see his boyfriend, you know who. Right? Luxsol."

He leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead, receiving another meow. A giggle leaving the anon's mouth.

"I'll have to get going, can you forgive me?"

Koukoi's eyes briefly cross the drawer on his nightstand. His thoughts were loud.. too loud in fact. Usually, meeting with his partner, this would never happen.. He had a worry.

That worry in his mind was too loud., should he bring his gun with him? Why should he? Would he need it? What if he needed it... The worry stemmed from the fact he had felt watched these past week. Even before going out with his Pale, he had felt.. Scared. The feeling of eyes following him, hate. There was nothing but hate being drilled into his skull. He was used to rather nasty looks, people who didn't understand.. and people who didn't approve. But this.. was new.

It made him shiver, even thinking about it now.. did not make him happy.

The anon sighed, shaking his head. It was his nerves. It had to be. He stood up, leaving his kitty to his kitty antics. He always wondered what Clementine did all day, he was sure he slept or hunted the toys around. Maybe sunbathe..

"Ah~ I'm being rather silly. Papa has to get going, you can stay on my bed if you'd like."

He exits the room.. and unsurprisingly. A chitter follows behind him as Clementine chases after him.

"Or not. Ehhe, seeing me off? How kind."

He feels more relief as he makes his way to his living room, picking up the gift in his hands.. He sighs, a gentle flush on his cheeks as he thinks about his red. Ah.. He's so nervous today.

"I wonder if he'll like this.."

He presses his glasses up his face, he feels like he should have gotten him more. He always deserved more, he wanted to make him things.. but without skill and time.. Ah. He's being rather silly again, isn't he? Maybe he can get him something extra when he's out? Yes! Flowers, maybe flowers? Mm.. Maybe not? He could maybe spot a candle or some sweets? He could always get him a silly little desk trinket, something goofy? He loves the thought of him smiling at it.. or maybe a picture of them together framed? Too many possibilities..

"I'm overthinking it.."

Well.. he should pick up his things.. Grab his phone and wallet.. A-

THUD.

An incredibly loud thud was heard, the anon froze, eyes looking to his door.. and then another. The sound of wood splintering, bending, creaking under the force.. Followed by a wall shaking slam, his door smashing into the drywall. The color on his face draining, was this a trick? No..

Two trolls stepped through the door, covered head to toe in tactical gear.. but one had stood out to him. Horns too familiar and a white tail sticking out. Wagging slowly, that familiar burning hate burning into his skull. So.. that's what he was feeling. Time felt slow. Too slow.. He should be dead, he saw him dead.. Perhaps he was just simply delusional. Mistaking his dead friend for someone else.. His grip on the present was tight.

"Raiden..."

"XwÓ... Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Kous eyes dart to the other troll.. No horns. That helmet was rather advanced. Fleet technology. There was no denying it. No civilian could have such a piece without ample money to spend.. and considering the attire. It was something that could be looked into.

"What are you talking about?"

"XwÓ Surrender yourself or be taken by force."

He swallowed dryly.. and then. It began. The gift was unceremoniously thrown to the side, Kou hopping back, barely dodging Clementine behind him. The Feline sprinting to hide, a hand barely missing grabbing the front of his vest. Followed by missing a grab to his arm. The lights on the others helmet flickering purple.. ah.

So this was why. He knew this one.. He knew both of them. An Olive from his childhood.. and the Desmus' retainer.

The anon ducked, as much as he wanted to fight, he knew that he would not hurt them.. His mind was racing. He tugged a nearby chair out, taking the small coffee table down with him, as he swung forward. Crashing the chair into purple blood, the man stumbled back, making room for the olive to strike. The grip on the chair changed, smashing it into his arm as hard as he could allow himself to do. His anger was palpable as a hiss ripped out from the pain. Kou quickly tossed the chair at the purple, who caught and threw it. The sound of glass shattering behind him, what he assumed was his desk being destroyed.. That was unimportant, he dipped down. Barely dodging the arms reached out to grab him. He could hear the wall shake next to him, rattling the photos and knocking a few to the ground. The familiar sound of drywall ripping beneath something made his heart race..

"XwÓ Kooouuuuuukooooiii~"

A loud growl echoing down the hallway as the ripping grew closer, out for the corner of his eye.. Raiden was rapidly approaching, nails digging into the wall.. the purple cursed under his breath.. Oskeus was restraining himself. No.. both of them were. The anon knew if he was to be dead or harmed they would have done it as much.. They could not hurt him in the same matter they usually could. Despite the comfort- he could not let them take him for whatever reason they had.

"XwÓ Run Run Koneko~ Make it FUN!"

Kou skidded into his bedroom, bumping over a stool that was between him and the pistol in his nightstand. The feet pattering grew closer... just as his fingers brushed the handle a hand gripped the back of his head. Shoving him face first against the desk edge with enough force to hurt. His glasses press up against his face, cracking and snapping from the impact. He hissed, the grip on his hair unrelenting as they shoved him once more against the nightstand..

"XwÓ Aw~ What were you trying to grab? Huh? Koko... tsk tsk.."

He was pulled back, the bruise already forming on his forehead.. straining against the pain and desperately attempting to yank open the drawer to no avail.

"XwÓ Lemmie guess.. a gun? No no no~ You shouldn't play with something like that."

Raiden turned his head to look at his companion. Who began to fish out items from inside his coat. Koukoi couldn't fight back, he was desperate... but the only thing he could do is give up. What could he do? His vision was impared, the pain in his skull.. and his thoughts were swimming. He couldn't help but flail his fingers desperately as Raiden backed him further and further from his only line of defense.

"XwÓ You didn't make this any fun... Boo~"

Raiden's free hand became occupied by a rag.. and the anons heart began to race in fear. Jerking his head away in vain, cloth shoved to his nose and mouth. Pressed firmly against him. His hands clinging to Raidens wrist.. Feet pinned by the Olives..

"XwÓ Shhh~ No need to be scared. You'll just be sleepy for a while.."

A small hum left his mouth hearing Koukoi struggle... The sweet smell overpowering, air becoming less and less from the rag.. Kou shutters, vision going tunneled.. cold feeling overtaking him.. and he fell unconscious. Limp against the Olive.. Raiden pockets the rag, shoving the anon against Oskeus.

"XwÓ Carry him, ya?"

The purple huffed, catching the target.. he threw him over his shoulder. Shaking his head.. Eyes glancing at the pattern ripped into the drywall, broken glass and broken furniture in the wake..

"You made a mess."

"XwÓ Oh boo hoo~ They can certainly come and find me. I don't mind."

The olive fished out his phone, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall. The ringing buzzing in his ear.. The heel of his boot digging into the present, crushing it rather quickly.. He won't be needing whatever the fuck this is!

A voice on the other end picked up.. Raiden smirks beneath his mask..

"XwÓ Master Piquii, we've got the target for Master Uskieh~... Oh and happy Quads day to you. Hope you're enjoying your day. Shall be over shortly."

The pair leave the tattered apartment, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.. and a frightened Calico under the couch..

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Wetbeard from Castle Cats, who is an amputee and visually impaired

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a brown and tan striped furred cat. His right eye is blue and his left eye is covered with a brown eye patch. He is wearing a black bicorne hat with a cat shaped skull and cross bones on the front, white undershirt, brown boots with yellow paw prints on his back two feet, and brown vest. He has blue fish in his face fur and back. He has a golden front right peg leg.]

[hungry-blue-dragon]

"And how about you, Anon? Would you like to be stuffed before your once-in-a-lifetime trip?"

Y-yes please. You mentioned to a different anon that griffons fill you up nicely and I can't stop thinking about being your stuffed thanksgiving bird now. Talons, paws, beak, and wings bound to make me an easier meal, my belly bulging with warm, thick "stuffing", the kind of meal that would make you want to lay down afterward and bask in the feeling of fullness. At least until you belch out my acid bleached and partially dissolved skull amid a cloud of feathers. And wouldn't you know it, hollow bones make the most satisfying crunching noises beneath the weight of a dragon...

Sounds like a fine plan, little birdy~ I'm sure you'll make some very cute noises while I get ready to stuff you, and maybe if I'm hungry enough, I'll even get your head in my mouth while still on top of you. I'm sure a look into my gullet will help get you off that one last time, too, hmm~?

And yes, let's hope enough of your bones survive a nice, relaxing, post-meal stretch that I can burp some of them up relatively unharmed. I think I'd keep the skull for my hoard, but the others? I'm sure my kobolds would love the shattered remains of griffon bones after I "accidentally" test my weight on them.

[melabea]

Mors Petdre & Petre Flags

[pt: Mors Petdre & Petre Flags /end pt]

[ids: 3 rectangular flags with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from to bottom: black-pink, dark pink, purple, light blue, purple, dark pink, black-pink. in the center of the first flag is a black-pink crescent moon with a paw outlined in light purple. in the center of the third flag is a black-pink skull outlined in light purple. end id]

[ids: 3 rectangular flags with 3 equally-sized horizontal lines with a thick line on the top and bottom. colors in this order from to bottom: black-pink, purple, light blue, purple, black-pink. in the center of the first flag is a black-pink circle with a purple paw inside of it outlined in light purple. in the center of the third flag is a black-pink skull outlined in light purple. end id]

Mors Pet Dreamer/Regressor Flags; pet dreamers/regressors who are fixated, associated, and/or aesthetically related to death, such as grim reapers, morticians, the undead, etc.

Etymology: “mors” latin for death, pet, dreamer/regressor

requested by anon!

@radiomogai , @a-agere-archive

[id: a green ivy plant wavy line divider. end id]

[steelflexbell]

okay people aren't gonna buy it bc im anon but who gives a crap, I've known nora for a very long time, she is 100% not dating Drake, she is literally dating someone right now that she knew from her high school (they are the same age)

i wish people would knock it off talking about her to some sort of agenda, she's said it's false and people say she's trying to protect him, FROM WHAT???? if she thought her photos pictures videos w/ him would ruin his career then she wouldn't have them up, her dads in the business, he works concerts, he knows Drake, I'm just tired of people pretending to care about victims to take Drake down and i'm tired of people pawing through Nora's private personal life to try to do that.

saying to everyone, just leave her tf alone! she's not dating Drake, she's not been groomed, please just leave it alone.

Thank you for saying this!!!! If only it'd go through some people's skulls, but it's asking a lot for some people to actually use their brains nowadays.

[fanficy-au]

Snapping Away | Leah x Sam

Title: Snapping Away For: anon Summary:  Leah gets hurt/almost killed in the newborn battle at the end of Eclipse, causing Sam’s imprint with Emily to break. He is in love with Leah, but she is untrusting. He is determined to get her to trust him again. Requested Word Count: 10k Final Word Count: 10,018 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Leah Clearwater x Sam Uley Tags: imprint breaking, vaginal sex, oral sex, mild anti-imprint, happy ending Read on A03 | Commission Info  Snapping Away | Part I

Sam hopes that the imprints will be safe from the fight. He sent Quill to guard them, even though the Cullens voiced protests and insisted that they were needed everywhere here, he refused to give in. He refuses to let the imprints be vulnerable in a time like this, no matter how far they are onto the reservation. If they had everywhere here, all it could take is one vampire. One mistake and they could lose everything.

He does not care that the blood suckers have their own mates, that Edward is insisting on his love for Bella; the cold ones - no one - could ever understand what it means to be imprinted on someone. To have them be your everything. Saying that they love their imprints simply is not enough. There is not a single word in their language or any language that fully conveyed that feeling, like your entire life and soul is in the palm of someone else’s hands.

He hates that this entire situation puts them at risk. He feels bitter about being dragged into the business between vampires. He knows the threat of the newborns should surpass that, but the more he looks around between the vampires, the more he thinks that it could have been avoided if the Cullens did not drag Charlie Swan’s daughter into their mess in the first place.

The cold ones were never supposed to get this close to humans.

He shakes, the fur in his wolfen form shaking off the morning dew with it. He needs to keep his head clear, for the sake of the pack, their families, their imprints. Just the thought of one of the newborns straying off and getting too close to their mates makes him growl.

“The imprints will be fine,”  Seth tries to speak up through the connection, but hearing his voice just makes Sam more irritated; the young innocence of Seth being in the middle of this does not settle right with him, even if it is his duty as a pack member.

Sam takes his frustration out on his enemy. He snaps at one of the newborns on top of one of the Cullens, the newborn’s skull crushing between his teeth like dust. The cold-one, Jasper, gives him a pointed look, like he feels Sam’s frustration, or maybe he knows Sam’s jaws got a little closer than needed. He snorts at the look they give him, but both of them understand there’s more at stake now than just an age-old feud.

“The bloodsuckers will be out soon at this rate,” Paul growls as he crushes a vampire’s body underneath his paw, biting their head and tearing it away with ease. Sam can only imagine what bliss the other wolf is feeling at being able to let loose so freely.

“Don’t get too cocky,” Sam warns, eying the newborns that climb and scramble toward them with a frenzy.

Paul only snorts, not even giving a proper response, and Sam sighs. The best he can do is only hope that Paul does not get too ahead of himself in this mess; that none of them do.

“ Leah,” Sam barks out an order, sharply, “ Take the left, protect the human.”

Leah winces, internally shrinking away as she feels her wolf cower at the voice of the alpha of the pack. She tells herself that the anger in his voice is not directed at her, just the situation. That he is just pissed that the vampires let Bella get too close. But she remembers a time when he never sounded angry at her, that he would not even dream of it. She spirals, knowing that the more she thinks about it, the more the rest of the pack can hear her.

“Bella, ” Jake growls out a correction that goes largely ignored, “ And I can take care of her.”

It is obvious that he does not trust her to do it; of course he does not. No matter how much she does for the pack, she knows that none of them do. She can hear her brother whining, but is unable to go comfort her. Sam snaps.

“No, you’re too close to the problem. She’ll do it.”

Leah has to obey. She does not get any choice, so when she traces Bella’s scent, her paws are moving before she can even think. All the Cullens circle around her, as if they could protect her. Leah watches as Edward stands in front of the human, the solid look in his eyes, the protective stance. She wonders if she was in Bella’s position, if she was being targeted like this, would anyone do the same for her? Would the pack circle around her, protect her? Would Sam?

She knows the answer, even as the Cullens surrounding Bella start to dwindle as they venture away to take care of the newborns. Leah stays as close as she can to the girl. She couldn’t move too far if she wanted to. She smells the vampire before it lunges, hears Bella’s screams before her ears ring. The vampire jumps for Bella, and Leah does not hesitate as she jumps in front of the woman. The vampire crunches in her jaws and she does not realize what happened until she feels fangs digging into her flesh, hands ripping into her fur. The pain vibrates through her system, blinding her, as she howls. she is not sure who gets the vampires off of her; Edward, she thinks, numbly.

She looks back at Bella, standing, and then takes a step forward only for her legs to give out underneath her. She looks up and sees Bella’s horrified expression. The last thing she feels is a warmth in her chest, a longing, and then the world goes black.

Sam kept a close eye on Leah. He should not. He knows where his loyalties are, where his love is. He knows that Leah means nothing to him, not anymore, as much as it was hard to understand. He knows Leah is a big girl. A strong girl. Once upon a time, it was part of the reason he fell in love with her. He knows she can take care of herself.

He is not heartless. He is forced to remember each time they shifted how she feels about him. He feels her heartbreak, her loneliness, her love. As much as he tried, he could never return it, all he could think about is Emily. All he could see is her. Leah’s hurt was overpowered by his love for the woman he left her for. So he felt obligated, as her previous lover, as her alpha, to keep an eye on her. Maybe a closer eye than he is keeping on everyone else.

So he sees it. He sees the vampire that lunges for Bella. He sees her take the bait. As she bites into the vampire aiming for Bella, the other newborns jump for Leah. The vampire in her clutches is a sacrifice for an ambush. Her pained howl is a scream of death, the sounds of an animal dying. Edward gets them off of her, but the damage is done.

Sam’s eyes dilate as Leah takes one step before crumbling, her body looking lifeless and limp. Something inside of him snaps. A string of fate cuts away, releasing whatever it is that was holding him back. His mind clears, like a fog lifting away, as the man inside of him tames the inner beast. For the first time in a while, he looks at Leah - looks at the way she is crumbled on the ground, the way her chest barely rises - and he thinks of her, not Emily.

Sam’s roaring howl penetrates through the air loudly, overpowering the sounds of the fight. The haunting sound seems to echo through to the bones of the pack, as something shifts.

_____________________

Leah cannot handle the fact that she is forced to get better in some blood sucker’s house. Why is there even a bed here, she thinks bitterly, her hands clutching the sheets, knowing the vampires don’t really need it; at what it could be used for other than sleep, her face turns into immediate disgust with the sudden urge to get out. She tries just that, but as soon as she moves, her body collapses onto the bed, leaving her staring at the ceiling with a disgusted, frustrated expression.

Her body hurts. She can tolerate the bed if it means just resting even for a little bit. She closes her eyes and she has to admit that it is nice. Not being in her wolf form, as much as she loves it, is nice. She can feel the tug of the pack in the back of her mind, but it remains clear of the pack’s thoughts. She does not have to hear them berating her, or hear Sam barking at her with such malice, or see all of Sam’s thoughts of Emily; if their shifting happened earlier, or if things had just happened differently, would she see Sam thinking of her like that?

God, she feels pathetic thinking about something like that when she almost died; she did almost die, did not she? She feels like it. She knows that from where she is, it also means she has to actually thank that blood sucker posing as a doctor for saving her. Ugh.

This couldn’t get any worse. Her nose twitches. The familiar scent of her brother lingering outside the door to the room makes her feel safe - but there’s another scent rudely protruding its way through, violently and overpowering in the way only an alpha could be. Sam.

Seth knows his sister is awake. He can not explain how he knows it. She has not made any particular noise, there’s been no changes in smells. But he can feel it. Just like how he can feel that she wants to be left alone. Which is why as much as it pains him, he tries his best to stand between the door and his leader, Sam.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, Sam.” Seth tries his best to speak up, knowing that it is for his sister helps him find that courage, and he is lucky that so far, Sam has not ordered him to move. But he is waiting for the command, waiting for Sam to snap at him, and being forced to sit to the side as he watches Sam storm into her room and say whatever it is he wants to say.

he is really, really tired of that. he is tired of seeing Sam strut into her life - their life - like nothing ever happened. he is tired of seeing his sister cry, of seeing her being forced to put her emotions aside and listen to their leader. he is tired of seeing Sam break his sister’s heart.

Now, he can't even picture Sam as his brother in law; it is a hard, bitter pill to swallow.

Sam’s eyes narrow, “Why not?”

He just asked if she was awake, if he could go in. He plans on seeing her, making sure she is okay. He needs to know that she is at least healing well and not permanently hurt. He does not understand why that’s such a problem -

Oh.

He looks at the expression on Seth’s face. The way the younger wolf won’t even look him in the eye, despite trying to stand his ground, shows how nervous and scared he looks. He realizes what Seth expects him to do - what Leah would expect him to do. What he usually does when she gets hurt or something happens. When he does not ignore her, he would bark his way through everything, including her. Reprimand her for not doing better.

Something in his chest twists. He takes a step back, and really looks at the way Seth refuses to look at him. Her younger brother has never been that scared of him before; he can even remember just how chipper and friendly the boy has always been.

When did that change?

“I - I guess she is still sleeping,” Sam finally speaks, swallowing thickly, “Let her rest. When she wakes up, let her know that we have her patrol shifts covered until she recovers. I should go check in with the others.”

Seth does not quite trust the way Sam suddenly backs off, but he does let his guard down, relaxing a bit as he realizes there’s not going to be a fight.

“Jacob is with Bella,” Seth tries to be helpful, “I think the others have already gone to Emily’s house to make sure their imprints are okay.”

The imprints. The word washes over him like ice, chilling him to his veins. Emily. Sam’s mouth suddenly feels dry, her name not filling him with a sense of purpose like it before. The name feels hollow. Empty and meaningless, just a name to a face. Just the thought of her starts to make him feel something he is never felt since the imprint - regret.

Sam’s glad he already has his back to the other boy, thankful he won’t see the way Sam’s expression drops. He absently scratches at his chest and just gives a simple nod before turning out the door.

Part II

Leah is relieved when she can finally stretch her legs and get out of the Cullens’ house. To their credit, they left her alone while she recovered, but she doubts that was much for her sake. But she still feels oddly hollow as she leaves. No pack member comes to make sure she is okay or help her home. No one cheers for her or her recovery. She knows that Seth would have been, but her little brother has picked up a lot of the slack left in the pack from her being gone.

Staring out at the forest line, a wave of melancholy washes over her. For her whole life, the forest has been home. When she shifted, after the shock wore off, it felt like it validated the way she is connected to the woods. Now, she feels like she is waiting to enter her own personal hell. To go back to Sam, the pack, Emily.

“Leah,” Bella’s scent reaches her. “Can - Can I talk to you? Before you go, I just -”

Bella fiddles with the sleeves of her shirt. She doesn't know how to tell Leah that she is worried that the second Leah goes back to the pack that she will never get a chance to talk to her. The chances they get to talk without outside interference is extremely rare; especially now that Leah has shifted. But Bella knows that each time they do get that chance, she cherishes it. She always has. Even though Jacob Black is her childhood best friend, Leah is a friend too.

Leah just nods, lingering on the forest, but she does not hear or feel Sam’s influence. No pull to leave just yet. When she fixes her gaze on Bella, she notices the nerves right away.

“What’s wrong?”

She can not understand why Bella would pull her aside like this, though the excuse to postpone going back is welcome.

“Nothing is wrong , I just -” Bella sighs heavily, “I just don’t really get the chance to talk to you and right now, you’re the only friend I really have that knows the truth about everything.”

Leah finds that hard to believe. Bella is a sweet girl, one who should not be as mixed up as she is in all of this supernatural mess. But despite how popular Bella may be, she supposes Bella has a point. Her options for talking to someone about this - the battle, the understanding that there is more out there, all of it - is limited.

Leah raises a brow, “I thought the Cullens were your friends now? I am sure Alice would love to talk, she is pretty  chatty.”

Leah winces as she says it, the bluntness of her words coming off a bit cattier than she meant to. But Bella just laughs.

“ That - that is exactly why you’re the friend I need right now. You are the only one who tells me what you actually think. Everyone here is nice, Edward is nice . But I am tired of being treated like glass.”

“You are to them, though,” Leah nudges Bella, before taking a step back when she sees Bella wince. “- to us too.”

“I guess,” Bella mutters, “But I did not mean just physically. No one here will actually talk to me or tell me what to do or if I am doing the right thing -”

She sighs in frustration, “Like seriously, Leah. What do you think of a woman who falls in love with a vampire? A vampire who actually cares about her, protects her from his world. She is best friends with a werewolf, who falls in love with her. But she loves the vampire. A vampire who asks to marry her, which she accepts, and in the process, breaks her best friend’s heart?”

Ah. So this is about that. Leah never really knows what to do about stuff like this. Girl talk. Leah crosses her arms tightly.

“Well, unfortunately you are talking to a woman who fell in love with a completely normal man, who ended up turning into a werewolf. Then her werewolf fiancé left her for her cousin - slash-best friend and now that woman is a werewolf too. A part of his pack. But she is forced to obey his every whim and command, all while watching every moment of his new love story play in her own head. If you’re looking for sympathy or shock, I don’t have any left to give you.”

Bella lets out a small, airy laugh. She nudges Leah, but the woman does not budge. “I don’t want sympathy or shock. I get that enough from everyone else.”

Her expression becomes more sober, as she continues a bit more softly, “I want your opinion. As a woman who's been through something similar to what I am about to put Jacob through. I know it is not the same situation but honestly Leah, am I doing the right thing?”

“I don’t know.” Leah answers, sincerely, “But I think you should consider yourself lucky. You get to choose. You should not let me or anyone tell you who to go for.” Leah’s chest tightens as she looks at Bella, her eyes betraying her pain. “But Jacob has shifted. He may think he loves you since he has not imprinted on someone yet, but he will. And when he does, he will leave you and go to them. You may think he won’t ever hurt you or leave you, but he will. He won’t have much of a choice either, and pretty soon, immediately,  it will be like whatever happened between the two of you never existed. It will be like you never existed.”

Leah thinks it is ironic that Bella compares her situation to Jacob’s. In Leah’s eyes, she sees more parallels to Bella. In a rare moment, she clasps Bella on the shoulder and squeezes it. Her voice pleads with Bella to not end up like her, to not end up so hurt and broken and alone.

“Since you get a choice, you should go for the one that’s less painful.”

Part III

“Keep this information to just the pack.” Billy Black sighs heavily, “I would say keep it to just yourself, but I know that’s damn impossible.”

Sam looks at the elders of the tribe in front of him. Despite being the alpha of the pack, he still feels small as the fires of the bonfire illuminate their faces. Power and wisdom is behind each of their gaze. Power he knows that he can not hold a candle to because right now, he does not even have any wisdom to balance it.

“it is going to be hard,” Billy looks at him with a stern gaze, “The pack will be unsettled. They’ll talk among each other. They might be more nervous around their imprints. They might act out or have questions. You have to keep them under control, do you understand?”

Sam nods and Billy continues, “Don’t let the imprints know everything just yet. Keep them in the dark as long as you can, order the others to do the same. I don’t know how long that will last, but we have to try. I don’t want any imprints telling their wolves to do anything crazy because they feel insecure.”

Sam winces. He can not see any of them doing something like that, but he supposes it is possible. An imprint could use that bond, that pull, for their own benefit. They could have their wolf run away with them, in theory, away from the pack, away from the reservation. It has happened once before - a very well kept secret between the elders and the leader of the current pack.

“Does Emily know that something is wrong yet,” another elder questions gently, “Could this be you misunderstanding something?”

He knows the elder does not mean it in a negative way, but Sam bristles at being second guessed, even if it is by an elder.

“Emily suspects something is wrong. When I got back from the battle, she thought I died. She said that the warmth she feels, the connection, suddenly went cold. It was like she couldn’t feel me anymore. I think she is starting to wonder why she still feels that way when I am okay.”

“So I am not misunderstanding anything,” Sam stands his ground, “The imprint connection is gone. Not severed, not cut, gone. I don’t feel anything toward Emily, at least not like that. I am not compelled by anything for her.”

“If you don’t feel anything toward her, do you feel like you did before the imprint?” Billy asks sharply. “Do you feel anything toward Leah? Considering your past engagement, has anything changed since this has happened?”

Sam knows what he is really asking him. With the imprint gone, can Sam just love freely? Can he feel those types of feelings for someone else now? He just really wishes that he was not being asked that with Sue Clearwater staring right at him. The more he looks at her, the more he really sees the face of the woman who was going to be his mother in law.

“I feel… different.” Sam tries his best, but it is difficult for him to find the ability to lie to any of the elders of the tribe. “I don’t feel indifferent toward her like I did before. I… I feel more aware of her. Of everything.”

He finds it difficult to tell them that he does still love Leah with Sue watching him so carefully.

“When I imprinted on Emily, it was like I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even acknowledge what I used to feel toward Leah or what happened between us or how she might feel.”

It is jarring, he realizes. When he first became a wolf, it shifted everything inside of him. He felt like a completely different person, but he got used to it and then after some time, it became his new normal. He convinced himself that it was just how he was supposed to be now. But now? Now it is like all that has been ripped away from him. Every feeling, every sensation, every urge that he has felt has disappeared. He still feels the wolf inside of him, he still feels like the alpha, but his mind feels so… clear.

He feels nothing toward Emily. He thinks about her, he looks at her, and she no longer feels like the sun that his world rotates around. She no longer feels like some being that is above him, that is his everything. And now that the feeling is gone, he can look back and know that that sensation wasn’t love. Obsession, maybe, but not love.

It felt nothing like he did - like he does - toward Leah. Everything he felt toward her had felt like it was locked away, stored behind a wall, but now that the dam has broken, it has come flooding back. He loves Leah. He always has.

He has a choice now, between the woman he has felt tethered to and the woman he loved freely. He chooses Leah. He just has to see if she can choose him.

Sam looks directly at Sue. “Now I do. For what it is worth, Sue, I am sorry for what I put her and your family through.”

He feels like he has to tell her. She deserves to know how he feels about everything, about her daughter, about what happened. He feels like he needs to tell her before he even thinks about talking to Leah. After everything that he did to them, he needs that seal of forgiveness from one of the strongest women he knows before he can even think about approaching that woman’s daughter.

“Does Leah know,” Sue finally speaks up after a moment of silence.

Sam swallows thickly, “No. She just got back from recovering and I haven’t seen her. She has not shifted since the battle. I’ve kept Seth busy with patrols, so I don’t think he has had the chance to talk to her over anything he might have picked up.”

Sue smiles, leaning back in her seat, “You should.”

She grants her permission gracefully. She knows that this may complicate a lot of things between her family, but they are strong. They are Clearwaters. Whatever the outcome, they will prevail. She knows it may end up breaking Emily’s heart. As much as she feels for the position all of this may put her niece in, her daughter deserves just as much of a chance at her happy ending.

It is not Seth that tells Leah about what has been spreading through the pack conne ction. Instead, it is her own mother, who whispers to her that the elders told her to keep it a secret and do not want it spreading. She swore to them that she would leave it to the alpha to tell her, but that it would not be the first time she has lied for her children.

“Sam believes that his imprint on Emily has been severed,” Sue faces her daughter, braces herself for any type of reaction. She does not tell her daughter that Sam should be talking to her soon, or that it is possible that Sam loves her. She keeps it simple, easy to digest, and she waits.

She plants her feet on the ground. She waits to see if her daughter will shift in a fit of rage, lash out and leave her scarred. She would never blame her daughter for shifting now, for letting her emotions come out.

She does not flinch when Leah moves or when Leah screams even as Sue braces for the worst. But no wolf comes bellowing after her or out the door. Instead, Leah’s legs give out as she collapses to the ground.

Sue holds her daughter, cradles her on the wooden floor of their modest house as Leah sobs. The heartbreaking sound seems to echo through the empty house as her body shakes. It is an ugly sob, one that leaves her mouth feeling dry and cottony, one that makes her nose suddenly feel stuffy like she can not breath as tears run down her cheeks.

“It is not fair,” she cries, her voice wavering and broken, it is the only thought she can voice out loud. “ It is not fair, it is not fair.”

How dare Sam’s imprint with Emily break now? When she was starting to get used to it, accepting it; she would never be happy, but she could accept it. She has gotten good at swallowing her feelings, keeping it out of the pack connection. She got good at pretending to be happy. She learned to place nice with Emily. When Sam first imprinted on Emily, all she could think was why wasn’t it her? Why couldn’t her fiancé imprint on her? Love her? Obsess over her?

Everything she has carefully bottled up erupts from her. She used to dream for this moment, wish for it, pray for it. She used to pray to her ancestors that something was wrong and in her worst moments, she wished ill to Emily and Sam, for them to suffer like they made her suffer. She used to pray that one day he would wake up. At the beginning, she used to imagine him suddenly realizing that he does not love Emily, that it has been her all along. He would come running to her immediately, sweeping her off her feet, kissing her, telling her that he loves her.

But now? Now that it has happened, that it is real, she is not sure that is what she wants anymore. She does not know what she wants from this. She does not know if she could trust him, if she would spend every day wondering if he would leave her again. She does not know if she can trust Emily. She does not know what something like this will mean for the pack - for her.

She has no idea how this will play out, how things will end. She is suddenly washed over with anxiety as she goes over the worst case scenarios, like everyone blaming her for the imprint breaking, Emily vocally hating her, her entire life somehow becoming even worse.

It takes time before she calms down. A lot of time. Her mother stays with her through it all, holding her tightly as she rubs circles on her back. Leah gets a sense of deja vu, with her mother doing the same when she sobbed for hours over her father’s death and when Sam when he first imprinted on Emily. She is not sure how she feels that she keeps ending up like this over a guy.

When her mind starts to clear, as she wipes the tears from her eyes, she starts to think that maybe it will not be that bad. Maybe somehow this will end up okay.

“We will get through it,” her mother swears to her, “We are Clearwaters and we are strong. You are strong.”

Something about hearing that from her mother, the strongest woman she knows, makes her break down in tears again.

Part IV

Emily knows that something is wrong. She has known that since the battle. She can not ever explain the way she felt during the battle. How she was in the house with the other imprints, trying to soothe all of them while she felt that same nerve wrecking fear for not only their lives but the lives of their pack. Then it hit her. Like something knocking the wind out of her, she felt like for just a second, every part of her had just stopped, and when it started again it was like being revived. But she wasn’t quite the same.

The imprint connection - that warmth that she grew to love, the kindle of the fire in her heart, the string that tied her to Sam, to the pack - was gone.

She feared the worst, sobbed on the ground in the privacy of the kitchen, trying not to alarm the others. She had put on a brave face, held herself together in their company, because she thought that was what he would have wanted. But then he came back. Alive. She was happy, she thought, but then when their eyes met, it felt like she was looking at a stranger.

The connection never came back, so she bided her time by doing the cooking for the pack, taking care of the imprints, putting on a facade, knowing deep down that when Sam finally got the courage to come see her, to talk to her, things would never be the same.

She does her best to prepare herself. She packs her things. The imprints start to bother her for answers, noticing the behavior and the way the house seems more empty. She does not know what to tell them, but she does tell them what she can. They are all shaken at the thought of the imprint they have just disappearing in a blink, and she sees the hesitation in their eyes as they look at their wolf partners.

“I am sorry,” Sam has the audacity to apologize.

This is Sam. The man she gave up everything for. He never asked her to, but she did so gladly. She did not care much at the time that it meant that the close bond she had with her family would never be the same. That the friendship she had with her cousin may never recover. She did it all for him. The worst part is that she knows that while the imprint may have given her the feelings she had, the choices were all hers.

“Do you still love me,” she asks, “Even without the imprint, do you still love me?”

His silence is all the answer she needs. She wishes that she felt something, anything. Anything to justify everything that she has done all this time, but she still feels oddly indifferent.

“Do you love her,” Emily continues, “Do you - do you love Leah again?”

Sam can not quite look her in the eyes, “I don’t think I ever really stopped.”

The imprint is gone with everything he has ever felt toward Emily. All that is left is the man, the man who loves her cousin, the man who knows he messed up. The wolf still howls at him, clawing to try to make sense of this shift, but he knows he can tame it. He will tame it. His hands start to shake and when he takes a step toward Emily, she flinches.

He takes a step back, “We’ll figure something out, but I don’t think you can stay here.”

She looks at Sam carefully. She tries to see an ounce of the man she had fallen in love with, the one that obsessed over her, fawned over her. The one who would do anything for her. She always told herself that it was not the imprint that made her love him, but looking at him now, maybe it was.

“Most of my things are already packed,” she admits, “Just let me talk to my cousin before I leave.”

When Leah hears the news that Emily is moving, likely out of the reservation entirely if the rumors are to be believed, she finds herself meeting her cousin at the moving truck sitting outside of the house that is unofficially the imprints’ nest. Seeing her cousin’s things packed into boxes, ready to go without much thought, makes the truth of the imprint breaking all too real.

It seems like the entire area is cleared the moment that Leah is spotted. While Paul and Sam are nowhere to be seen, the others quickly finish their heartfelt goodbyes to Emily before shuffling their imprints into the safety of the house. She hates the mixed looks she gets as they do so - some looking at her with pity, others with contempt as if it is her fault that this is happening. Whatever. She already knew that between the two of them, Emily is always the most loved.

It is painfully obvious with the way the imprints are visibly torn up by Emily’s departure. At least with them in the house, Leah does not need to worry about any of them lashing out at her. She would never hurt an imprint, but she knows that her words can be a bit callous; one of the wolves may take it as a threat if she is a bit too crass with their imprint.

She tries to at least be thankful that Sam is not here, but that thankfulness is a bit bitter since despite being an ‘alpha’, Sam still has not spoken to her directly. The longer he waits, the more the anger starts to linger in her chest, the more she wants to lash out at him the second she sees him, the more she becomes uncertain about what this all means.  

“He still loves you,” Emily speaks up first. She scratches at the scar on her face. With the imprint gone, she  has started to notice it more and more with each passing day. She’d never say it out loud, but she is thankful to get out of the reservation, out of the pack.

Of course Sam would still tell her that before telling Leah. It does not surprise her that even now, Emily is the first to know. Emily is the first he talks to. Emily is the one who knows everything. She shifts a bit on her feet. Despite that, she still knows Emily is telling her the truth. That she is not just saying something to make her feel better.

Leah snorts, crossing her arms, “Yeah? Well maybe that means you can be my maid of honor this time around. Ya know, like what we originally planned.”

Leah spits it out bitterly, and a bit crassly. Her and Emily had planned their weddings for years growing up, always planning to be each other’s maid of honor. When Leah had been engaged to Sam, they actually put that childhood pack into motion. She had come into town because they were planning on going to the city to pick out dresses. They did pick out dresses. Emily fawned over the wedding dress Leah decided on, while Leah turned around and did the same as they found the perfect bridesmaid dress for Emily. They came home, laughing, filled with anxious nerves over what is to come.

Leah will never forget what happened. The way that she saw Sam and lit up, excited to tell him about their day, excited to tease him over the fact that she picked out a dress, and she was even excited to introduce her favorite cousin to her favorite man. Sam did greet her first. He did give her a kiss. He did hold her in his arms for a moment before turning to introduce himself to Emily, but then his eyes locked with hers.

Everything went downhill fast from there. In fact, it rather snowballed like an avalanche that she could not escape the damage of.

As far as Leah is concerned, Emily deserves this. Emily deserves to get some idea of what she felt that day. She deserves to know what it is like to have everything you ever want, to have a man who loves you, only for it to be gone in the blink of an eye.

Emily had taken everything from her, and instead of apologizing, instead of even trying to fight the imprint, she and Sam were engaged without much time. Emily had asked her to fulfill her childhood promise, as if Leah had not asked the same of her for the same man just weeks beforehand. Emily had the nerve to even ask if she could have Leah’s dress, since they were similar sizes, offering her previously picked bridesmaid dress in return. Leah had finally snapped after that, even took to shredding both dresses for good measure. It had made her feel a bit better at the time, but the cathartic feeling did not last long enough.

Emily was never sympathetic to Leah. She asked her if she was okay, but it always felt insincere, more out of a curtsey, and it was always in passing with witnesses, never somewhere private where Leah really could answer her. Leah said she was okay once in a muted, defeated fashion, and just like that, Emily moved on as if that meant everything was fine.

Leah does not have it in her to be sympathetic now.

It makes it easier seeing how just like before, Emily is not putting up much of a fight. She is just accepting it. As if Sam’s love is not worth fighting for. Emily is not just taking it in stride, or even gracefully, she takes it rolled over like a puppy. She takes it at face value, and accepts it immediately for what it is without much question.

Leah had come expecting something - to see Emily heartbroken, or to have some big argument, anything. Instead, Emily just looks like she is accepting everything in a snap, as if she is not too bothered by it, which in turns bothers Leah.

Leah turns away from her cousin, well, if she is not going to put up a fight, Leah is not about to start one. She has a feeling if she lingers around longer than she needs to that it may come to that.

She glances at the imprints that are watching from the window. She wonders, in the back of her mind, if the connection they had were suddenly severed, if they would feel the same way. If they would suddenly not have any feelings for their wolves, if they would take it laying down or fight for what they had.

She thinks about her little brother and hopes that if something like that were to ever happen to him, or even the other pack members, that it would be the latter. She hopes that the imprints fight for what they have, for the relationships that they have created, just for his sake.

Part V

“Sam’s on his way,” Seth comes bursting through the door, sliding across the wooden planks in a hurry, his breath panting as if he just ran. His voice rises in a frantic panic. “Sam’s on his way!!”

Leah turns to her little brother, unbothered, “What do you expect me to do about that?”

Seth thinks for a moment. He came running over. He barely even got his pants on after shifting outside of the house. He was determined to get to Leah before Sam. But now that he is here -

“I don’t know,” he admits, “I just thought I should warn you.”

She deserves that much, he thinks, instead of Sam just suddenly springing himself on his sister. Leah deserves a notice to prepare herself. But Seth does not know how to tell his sister that he just wanted to be sure to be present before shit hit the fan. That he wanted to be there in case it went south. In case he needed to protect her. He does not know how he would do that against the alpha, but he could try.

“Warn her against what,” Sam’s voice calls from the doorway in amusement as Seth jumps.

“You apparently,” Leah chimes in, arms crossed, as she looks at Sam with a raised brow, challengingly.

Seth looks between the two of them. He can see Sam flinch as Leah talks to him, and how his sister stands her ground evenly, her head held high. The tension in the room starts to become thick as Leah stares Sam down. Seth swallows thickly and decides that his sister can take care of herself before bolting.

“Apparently,” Sam repeats.

Silence. Neither of them breathes a word. Sam takes the way that Leah glares at him in stride, knowing he deserves it. He has been a bit of a coward for not showing his face sooner, going as far as not even asking her to do any pack duties while this all got sorted out. In truth, he just is not sure how much she even wanted to see him. He is blissfully unaware of the how that has made Leah feel more disconnected from the pack in the past weeks, how it has made her feel alone and confused; she is thankful, she supposes, that she did not have to handle the packs’ thoughts on top of her own, but she hates being straight up ignored.

Sam knows by now she has heard the news, that she knows Emily is gone (that particular meeting was fresh in all of the wolves’ minds). He saw what happened through the packs’ eyes during their connection as wolves, but it did not do much to help know what Leah wants out of anything. Leah had not even said much to her cousin, barely even said a goodbye. She did not even seem shaken when Emily had told Leah that he still loved her.

He just does not know how she feels about any of it. She has not said a word to anyone, or created any scene with Emily. She has not come seeking him out, demanding answers. She has not done anything except take the fact that she was not currently welcomed on patrols in stride, and talk only among her mother and her brother. She had been rather unforthcoming on anything.

He can not fully blame her. He knows that it is his fault. He is the one who was not forthcoming, he is the one who did not come to her sooner.

He sighs heavily and finally takes the first step toward closing the gap between them, “I know you’ve heard it from everyone else, but you need to hear it from me.”

He owes it to Leah to be honest and upfront. He needs to make sure she understands.

“My imprint with Emily is gone.” He confirms. “Not just severed, but gone.”

“And now you don’t love her anymore,” Leah rolls her eyes, “So you’ve what? Come here to your second choice? Or am I your third choice now since you left me for her?”

He deserves that he knows, but he still bites his inner cheek at her tone. The wolf is not happy that a subordinate is speaking back. But this is not a talk between an alpha and a pack member. This is a talk between a man and his ex-fiancée.

“Leah, I know I messed up. I can tell you everything , but it still would not excuse what I did to you and how I’ve hurt you.”

“So you came crawling back,” Leah summarizes, her lips thinning as she nods condescendingly. The anger starts to boil in her veins. “You think that just because I loved you then that I must accept you with open arms now, right? That I am just that pathetic.”

He notices the past tense. Loved. His hands shake at his sides, the wolf inside of him howling. He knows that it is unfair to expect her to still love him after everything, but he had hoped that they could salvage something. Maybe in time even get back what they used to have.

“Leah,” he repeats her name firmly to keep from cursing, his voice rising. He tries his best to keep his alpha tone in check, not wanting to force her to listen. He is done forcing her to do anything. “I am trying to apologize.”

“You’re doing a shit job at it,” she snaps, “You think an apology is enough for what you did? I love you.”

Sam stops, processing the present tense of the phrase, the way she lets it slip how she really feels.

She snarls, taking a step forward, “I had to sit there, day after day, listening to how much you loved her. I had to listen, and see everything! I know you did not even think about me once . I know you did not even feel sorry for anything!”

She gets closer to him with every word. She snarls and spits at him, baring her teeth as the wolf in her growls. She starts to close the gap between them. She knows that she could never win in a fight, just like she knows that at any moment, he could order her to stop everything, but since he has not, she is going to take her chance to let out everything that she has been holding back.

“I do now,” Sam barks back, his anger rising as she starts to yell at him, “I am sorry now and I am sorry I couldn’t say it sooner! Damnit Leah, I never stopped loving you!”

The tension in the room is palpable, like a bubble seconds away from popping. Sam does not know when she got so close to him, but she is close enough that if he just reaches out, he could touch her. He can smell her natural scent, her shampoo, her everything. Taking in that smell is all it takes for him to take a deep breath and calm his raging heart.

“The imprint - it affected a lot of things,” he tries to explain, even if it is a piss poor excuse. “It wasn’t like I stopped loving you, but it was like something would not let me acknowledge it. I tried to think of you. I tried to think about anything other than Emily and I couldn’t. It would not let me.”

He reaches out for her, his hands hovering over her arms for a moment before he gently grabs her. She lets him. She looks him dead in the eyes as he rubs his thumb over her shoulders. She tries not to tremble. She tries not to let it show just how much she has missed something so simple.

“But it is gone, Leah,” Sam repeats, “And the second it was, it was like I was suddenly flooded with everything I’ve ever held back. My love for you is still there.”

His hands slide down to hers, and he cusps them gently before raising them to his chest. His hand on her wrist, he puts her palm to his chest, “ Still here.”

She can feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and feel the way his heart is beating rapidly.

“And I know you still love me,” Sam continues more cheekily. He thinks back to what she said in her anger, the slip of her tongue, “You just admitted it.”

“I do,” she admits softly, if a bit begrudgingly. “But I can not trust you. Imprint or not, you left me.”

Sam breathes out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. Her palm still rests on his chest, becoming trapped between them as he wraps his arms around her.

“I know,” he whispers, “But I want to earn that trust back, if you’ll let me.”

“You have one more chance,” Leah concedes, “ One.”

Sam holds her close, taking in the way that she feels in his arms. She still fits in his arms like always. She still leans her head on him the way she always has.

“One more chance is all I need.”

Part VI - NSFW / Explicit (Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex)

The pack is surprisingly understanding as Leah and Sam come forward with their relationship. Paul is the most unhappy about it, but he keeps most of his bitching to himself. The imprints are a little less thrilled, but Leah starts to warm up to them more without Emily’s hovering presence. They understand that she is not an imprint, but they accept her more as a member of the pack and as a fellow partner to a wolf. She finds herself becoming more of a big sister, if a bit of a crass one. The imprints take to her more when they realize that unlike their wolf boyfriends, she refuses to mince her words and will tell them everything that is going on without worry. Leah starts to understand why Bella had come to her for advice after the battle more, and surprisingly Leah starts to enjoy this new role as a brutally honest confidant.

With the dynamics so fundamentally different, they all seem to find a new happy normal. One that is different, but seemingly better.

The elders, however, are not happy, but they learn to accept Sam and Leah’s engagement.

Sam did a lot of research, with help from Sue, and he was able to argue that there are well-hidden legends of an imprint breaking, yet he could not find a single trace of a second imprint ever occurring. Leah feels comfort in the fact that her mother helped them so much by trying so hard to find anything to help them prove their case. A case that is only happening due to Sam’s status as the alpha and leader; Leah is acutely aware that they would not care as much if it had been any other pack member.

It takes time, but they are quelled over with the understanding that Sam will not imprint again and Leah admits that she is too. There is some consensus among the elders of what would happen if Leah were to imprint, the fact that she is the only female wolf in their history, they can not even be sure that she would.

She knows, deep down, that she won’t. She never felt the need to go look for her imprint like the others, nor has she felt hollow or like one half of a whole without one. She feels complete.

She looks at Sam, as he bows his head between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs. She feels more than just complete. She lets out a breathy moan, leaning her head back as her hands claw at the sheets.

Sam whispers worship between her thighs as he devours her sweet spot. His tongue laps at her, dipping in and out of her entrance before switching to tease along her folds. He places kisses around her entrance before starting to suck gently at her clit, making her twitch.

He glances up at her briefly with a wicked smile, his fingers going to her entrance.

“Are you going to ask nicely,” he teases as he traces his fingers along her folds. He loves feeling how wet she is.

“ Fuck,” she growls, “Just finger me already!”

He laughs at her snappy voice, knowing she is starting to get frustrated. He obliges with her demands, one finger sliding into her with ease. She lets out a low groan as he curls his finger inside of her. He watches her writhe as he starts to pump his finger in and out of.

She claws at his wrist desperately, her toes curling with ecstasy. It seems like this is all they have done since getting back together yet she can not get enough. Neither can he. Sam can not even think about what it was like with Emily, but it was not like this. He missed Leah.

He knows Leah. He missed the way she did things, missed the way she felt, the way she sounded, the things she liked. He is relishing the fact that he can have her again.

He starts to pick up the pace as he slides in with a second finger. He adjusts his potion to be more beside her as he takes her down to the base of his fingers. He holds her close to him as she wiggles in his grasp.

He loves the way he can feel her around his fingers. He loves that he can still make her this slick for him, still turn her on so much that she opens for him with ease. He knows that she is starting to get close from the way she twitches her legs, the way she writhes. He wants her to finish for him.

“Cum for me,” he whispers into her ear, “Cum around my fingers then I’ll give you what you really want.”

Leah melts, the coil in her gut tightening before it releases. She lets out a loud sigh as her climax washes over her, her walls tightening around his digits. Sam just smirks as he removes his fingers from her, not caring that they are covered with her slick.

“Are you ready for me,” he asks gently as he starts to move on top of her.

Leah can only nod, the breath knocked out of her as her mind is clouded by lust. She reaches down, her hands clasping around his cock. Sam shivers at the way her fingernails scrape along his shaft, but he lets her guide him to her entrance as they get comfortable.

She removes her hands to wrap them around his neck as he slides into her, the two of them letting out a long groan at the sensation. His cock twitches inside of her as he only slides in the tip. He slides it out and slowly enters again. He repeats it a few times, each time sliding deeper and deeper until finally she takes him down to the base of his cock.

They take a moment to stay like that, comfortable in each other’s arms, as they adjust to the feeling of being completely surrounded by one another. Leah can feel herself stretch around him, letting out soft, controlled breaths. Sam’s hands grip the sheets tightly beside her head as he leans forward to press kisses to her neck.

He whispers sweet words to her as he slowly slides himself out. She gasps when he slams himself back into her with more force. Sam grunts as he starts to form a rhythm. In and out, in and out. He pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming into her pussy, groaning each time he hears her gasp.

She quakes with each thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to get him as deep as possible. Her nails start to dig into his back, but she does not quite dare to break skin.

“Sam,” she whimpers as he thrusts into her, before repeating his name again. “ Sam! Oh fuck.”

She whines and curses under her breath, her mind foggy. All she can think of is how she feels. How he feels as he slams into her.

“ Harder,” she begs. “Don’t go easy on me.”

Something snaps inside of him as the wolf realizes that he does not have to hold back. Leah is not an imprint, she is another wolf. She can take him at full force and he does not have to worry about hurting her; he loves her, he still worries some, but not enough to stop him.

He lets out a low growl beside her ear as he starts to nip at her, nibbling at every inch of skin he can reach.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Sam orders, but he knows that he still gives her a choice, not forcing her to do so. He wants her to choose to tell him. He wants her to want to tell him.

His thrusts become hard and fast. The bed frame underneath starts to snap away, but neither of them care much. He stops holding back. His thrusts become erratic, and more inhuman, at a force and speed a normal man would not be capable of.

He enjoys the way that she still gasps each time that the base of his cock hits her clit. Her tits start to bounce as her body shakes with the force of his thrusts.

“I want it,” Leah breathes out, “I want you. I love you.”

Sam’s hands go to her breasts, unable to resist the temptation any longer. His fingers start to play with her nipples, squeezing them and gently twisting them to see the way she writhes.

“I love you too,” Sam whispers, kissing her neck. “Now tell me again how much you want me.”

Leah whines. Sam’s hands grasp more roughly at her breasts, squeezing them tightly in his palms as he thrusts into her. He can feel the way her walls start to tighten around him, the way his cock twitches inside of her, desperate to finish.

He starts to groan, his voice starting to turn more desperate, “Please, Leah, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to finish inside of me,” Leah gently puts a hand to his face, even as her body quivers at each thrust. Sam kisses her palm, before letting out a low groan. “I want all of you, Sam.”

Who is he to deny her what she wants after all this time?

[joideka]

To Attract Blue Eyes and Ivory Bone (Centaur Swap!Sans x Reader)

This was requested by a lovely anon! I was super excited to get a request so I decided to jet this out real quick! I already had a character in mind too!

This is part of a bigger project called the Conservatory! A secret land facility that studies and treats mythical or hybrid monsters, either for release or for general study. Warnings: Mentions of blood, minor injuries, you are hunted in the first bit

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You were officially and unofficially screwed. 

Already the image of the report was coming into your head, the analytical method of how each paragraph would be formatted tormenting your brain. 

Y/N L/N, Junior Zoologist 

- Killed In Action while filling in zoologist position for specimen Dust. - Usual zoologist for Dust was pulled from location due to legal issues outside of organization - L/N was found in [LOCATION], with- 

You cut yourself from imagining the description of your own death. 

But really.... 

What else was going to happen? 

You stumbled over rock and turf, dust springing up behind you as you scrambled down the mountainside. The angry roars of Dust echoed from behind your back, a chorus of screams, growls, and yowling. 

It was certainly motivating you to keep running. 

Run. 

Run. 

RUN! 

The ground started to turn springy underfoot as the landscape changed from dusty rocks to green fields, long grass scratching at the tears in your legs as you kept running. 

The facility was a long way off, but if you could catch a patrol, you had a chance to live, a chance to get free. 

Really though, it was your fault.

You shouldn't have tried to press Dust, to try and do his physical when he had made it very clear he didn't like you. 

That purple and red eye light slit with hate and fear, a warning growl as he backed into his cave, wings outspread. 

He had even tried to warn you through riddles and tasteless puns, but your serious nature hadn't take it, well, seriously. 

Now, you were reaping the cost. 

Dust was no one to trifle with- the sphinx was a fierce hunter, able to  glide from mountain to the flat plain you were now on- fast as a lion too. You had the advantage of your team trying to tranquilize him, but judging from the fact you could hear his screams of rage from above indicated that they had had no luck. 

The only other being that Dust couldn't run downhill very well... 

But you knew better than to think that would stop him. 

After all, like you had mentioned to yourself earlier, he could gli-

...

He could glide.

Glide. 

Glide. 

GLIDE!!! 

You turned, realizing your mistake when the sphinx dropped from the sky, landing in front of you to pat you away with a single paw. You cried out in pain as your back hit the ground hard, your head knocking against dirt as you rolled. 

Your hands grasped the dirt to find purchase as you tried to crawl, feeling the sting of the dirt in the scratches already placed in your legs from an earlier swipe. 

A paw slammed into your back, claws barely pricking your skin. 

No room for apology in those eye lights as he turned you over, forcing your terrified eyes to meet his insane ones. 

You hoped your life insurance payout was good enough for your family to have a nice little boost on their savings, because you weren't coming out of this one alive. 

Dust raised his other paw, claws longer than your hand sliding out as he raised it above your head. 

You braced yourself for the pain, knowing he wouldn't be merciful in your torment. 

A battle cry, a neigh, a scream really, echoed from behind you as Dust's skull snapped up, the crest of feathers circling his neck and head flaring in warning. 

A shadow blocked your vision as hooves slammed into Dust's chest, knocking him away, stamping around you angrily, but being cautious enough to avoid your body. 

You knew that dappled grey body, patches of white surrounded by darker hairs. The elegant white tail flicking with anger.

Admiral stamped above you, his hooves nearly the size of your face as he glared down Dust. The feathering on Admiral's legs was fluffed, intentionally or unintentionally, you didn't know, even if the zoologist in you was freaking out.

Dust snarled angrily, a strange language pouring out his mouth as he seemed to yell at Admiral. 

Admiral snorted, answering in the same strange tongue. This went back and forth, with Dust trying to get closer and Admiral whinnying angrily, stomping.  Dust sprang forward, but Admiral was ready, turning to back kick Dust, forcing the sphinx away from you. This happened several more times, Admiral refusing to let Dust get close to you.

In the end, you knew who would be the victor. 

Unlike Dust, who kept himself low to the ground, and only stood at full height at around 7 ft, Admiral towered at a staggering 9 ft, his torso helping to add to his already immense height. That, and Admiral had the advantage of actual arms, not legs like Dust. 

Dust growled, but slunk away, back up the mountain. He seemed very disgruntled, giving you one last hate-laden look before disappearing.

You let out a wheeze of air, as Admiral stepped back carefully, looking down at you. 

Admiral was a centaur, affectionately nicknamed Blue by some of the younger scientists. Admiral was his chosen name, but he answered to both. 

You opted to be polite and call him Admiral. 

"Thanks, Admiral," you sighed, taking a deep breath. 

"Are you alright, human?" Admiral adjusted his footing, looking nervous. He, or at least half of him, was Percheron, and his torso, starting at the hip bone, was all skeletal, thin and elegant. The pristine bone was admired by every zoologist or doctor in the facility, as it was carefully maintained by the centaur. But he did have an image to fill as one of the longest-standing residents here at the Conservatory.

"Yeah.. just... processing it all." 

"Dust really doesn't like you," Admiral observed. 

"Gee, you think?" You couldn't help but snap. 

Admiral either didn't notice or didn't comment. 

"Where's your squad?" He asked, tilting his skull. "You should be with them, not down here.. or they should be coming down soon. Are they taking the normal route back down?"

You always forgot how much more intelligent Admiral was from the rest of the monsters here at the Conservatory, excluding a few others. He lacked that monstrous quality that scared so many, instead holding onto a clever and witty manner that charmed many who met him. 

Or so you had heard from others, namely gossipers in the barracks. 

You had met him only once, officially, as he was one of the few allowed to roam around the Conservatory unheeded. The only thing inhibiting him from restricted areas was the shock band on his wrist- an unhappy necessity, as your supervisors had described, rather sadly. 

You had seen him several times as you would drive past the main field where the centaur herd resided, waving politely, the centaurs often greeting you back. 

"Probably on the main route down..." you winced as you sat up, feeling the pain in your legs.

"Oh, are you hurt, human?" Admiral knelt onto the knees of his front legs, bending his torso to plant his hands on either side of your body, inspecting. His eye lights widened when he saw the damage. You craned your head to look as well, slight panic blooming when you saw the red of blood streaming down your legs onto the grass. You couldn't see bone, which was the one good thing about this situation.

"You need medical help," he exclaimed, his skull turning to yours. From this angle you could see little dark freckles on his skull, like the Percheron pattern had sprinkled onto his face as well as his horse body. 

"I know, I'll just wait for them to get down here.. I'll radio them over." 

"No time." His hands scooped you into his arms, pulling you and himself up as he stood. You gasped, resting several feet in the air, held securely in Admiral's grip. 

"Whoa! Admiral, I'll be fine, I swear-" 

"Nonsense," he snorted. "If Hunter or Dust smelled you again, they are not above finding you and making sure to finish the job."

You couldn't prevent a shudder at the mention of the resident naga, or of Dust. 

He began to walk, careful not to jostle you as he strode through the grass. You watched the landscape, before turning to look at him, the zoologist in you examining him. His bones, as you suspected, were clean and pristine, the monster magic in his body sustaining the hardiness of the material. They had the small dark freckles there as well, the bone not quite as white and pure as you had suspected. They were more of an ivory color, slightly more dark than his dappled horse coat.

His rib cage did press against your torso a bit harshly, digging into your own flesh as he seemed to tense a bit, feeling your stare.

"Is something wrong?" He asked. 

Part of you felt a bit puzzled. He wasn't anything like how the others described him... not as bold and boisterous as was often complained (affectionately.)

"You're not as loud as the others said you were," you commented, tilting your head. "And it's puzzling that you would help me." 

Admiral laughed. It was a strange noise, half human, but with a whinny mixed in. "Come now, you don't believe all the gossip that goes around, do you?" 

"I-" 

"And frankly, it's part of my job to assist the humans of the Conservatory. I don't play babysitter to the other centaurs all day long. Besides," He paused, a slight blue flush crossing his cheekbones. 

"I saw you and your team going up to Dust's area and knew that something was probably going to happen. Dust is a.. fickle monster." 

"Tell me about it," you grumbled. 

Admiral laughed again. You took the opportunity to study his eye lights, half fascinated by the color. 

His eye lights were slightly translucent, the blue color faded through, a ring of white within the blue. They swam brightly within a pool of black, slightly glowing with in the interior.

That blue rivaled the sky itself, brilliant and curious, inquisitive, and... 

Oh, he was staring right at you. 

"Well, thanks anyway," you crossed your arms a bit. 

"You're very welcome," he answered. "As for loud, I can be, but I'd rather not when you already seem in a delicate situation. Ah, here comes my handler." 

You turned to see a sleek grey horse gallop up, a human riding barebacked. She had a cowboy hat on, a long braid falling down her back.

"Admiral?" She asked warily.

"Espe, you know I prefer Blue when it's the herd and you." 

Espe rolled her eyes. You knew this woman, one of the few to have lived here longer than three years. She had been Admiral's handler for two of those years, having experience with riding and horses. She looked tough enough for the job. You wondered if she had worked with any other monsters here in the Conservatory.

Belatedly, you realized that she must be also the lead mare of the herd- something you had read about in Admiral's file. The lead mare was an important part of centaur life, and Espe had been assigned the position after Admiral became the unofficial leader of the centaur herd. 

"You need assistance?" She asked you, eyeing your legs. 

"Yeah, just a simple patchwork till I can get back to the barracks. I might need stitches..." 

Espe nodded. "Right, we'll just jet back to the outpost to give you that patch job." 

Admiral steadied you in his grip as he strode into a canter, following Espe. The outpost was a tall weather station in the middle of the Conservatory plains, hosting the weather analysts and the 'stable', a term for the structure that hosted a medical station, showers and other items for the upkeep of the centaur herd. 

Admiral strode into the stable, ducking his head as he knelt again to place you on a couch. He then rose, going around to the back of the couch to lay down, his arms and head resting on the back of the couch to look down at you. 

"Can I help you?" You couldn't help but ask. 

Admiral shrugged. "I want to make sure you're okay." You hummed, choosing not to comment or think too much into his words. It didn't help that his eye lights dragged up and down your body, as if examining every single inch.

Espe walked up with a first aid kit, breaking the odd tension. "Blue, would you mind not ogling our visitor?"

Ogling? 

Espe made a shooing gesture at Admiral. "Go on, scram." 

"It's okay if he stays, I don't mind," you quickly broke in. Both looked surprised... 

Before Admiral's expression melted into one of soft gratitude and.... 

Adoration? 

Before you could comment, Espe was peeling away your bloodstained trousers. 

You hissed, before a skeletal hand came to pet your hair.

Admiral comforted you, playing with your hair as Espe worked on your legs. She was quick, finishing her work, before leaning back and patting your shoulder. 

"Nice job, kid. You'll heal up nicely.." 

She paused.

Then spoke to Admiral. 

"Blue, mind giving us some space?" 

Admiral looked mildly upset but not surprised, standing to trot outside. His eye lights met your eyes before he closed the barn doors, respecting your space. Espe turned to you, her eyes flickering up and down your figure, like how Admiral had done so recently. 

"Know how to ride a horse?"

You frowned, perplexed, and a tiny bit addled from the pain that had shot through your body.

"Yes? I mean, I'm not good, but I could learn... why?"

"Would you be interested in becoming lead mare of the centaur herd?" 

You stared at Espe. "What gives?" You finally asked. Was this a bad joke?

Espe shrugged. "I'll be leaving here soon, I have a job opportunity outside the conservatory.. and Blue likes you. The board was considering replacing me anyways for a natural lead mare, and you, so far, fit the category of meeting Blue's standards."

Confusion bloomed in your mind. "What are you talking about? I thought you-" 

"Assigned, not chosen. A natural lead mare dynamic is one chosen by the lead stallion. You obviously have caught the fancy of Blue, so you would be a good candidate." 

"... Are you wing-manning Admiral?" 

Espe laughed. "Yes. He would never admit it, it's not in his typical language to do so. Centaurs have very different expressions of love." 

"Whoa..." you couldn't process this. The fact that Espe was hinting, or downright telling you, that Admiral fancied you was a concept and an idea that never occurred to you but in your craziest of dreams. 

"I know it's a lot to process, but I'd rather ask outright." Espe patted your knee. "I know it can be daunting, the thought of a monster liking you.. happens more often than you think. Speaking from experience." 

Espe winked at you as she stood. "A patrol will be done to fetch you in an hour or two... perhaps you want to get more acquainted with Blue, er, Admiral before they arrive?" 

You considered, but your mind was made up...

"I wouldn't mind that... can I call him Blue?" 

"I think he would really like that." 

And just like that, beaming blue eye lights were once again staring into yours, a broad grin on Admiral's- no, Blue's face as he eagerly began to ask you questions.

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Fact Dump!

Admiral is the stallion of the Ebott Conservatory Centaur Rehabilitation Program (ECCRP). He works in conjunction with his brother Marshal (Honey). Both took on human-like names to work better with humans. Admiral is a permanent fixture at the Conservatory, being the most docile and the most trained in helping centaurs adapt to living alongside humans.

The program focuses on teaching centaurs basic English, and human skills. They are working to have Centaurs recognized as a sentient species, since they are the most easy to communicate with. That's not saying the centaurs are better than the rest of the monsters at the Conservatory.

Admiral runs a small herd, patrolling his land. Centaur herd dynamics are close to that of a horse. A chosen lead mare, with a bunch of mares. There are 10 mares and 2 stallions besides Admiral. Mating is forbidden in the Conservatory, unless approved, by Blue, the lead mare, and the board.

The lead mare is a human, Espe (my OC!). She has been working with Admiral for two years, and was selected by the board, not Admiral. She is looking for a replacement, one chosen by Admiral to instill a more natural dynamic. She rides a horse to get along with the other centaurs.

Thank you so much for reading! You can also find this story at my Ao3!! writefromtheheartandsoul!

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Masc + neu names and pronouns for a skulldog!

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Hope this works anon! Wasn't too sure what sorta themes to go with, so I sorta stuck with a Canine + bone theme :D let me know if you'd like any changes!

Names

Marrow

Ossis

Vulture

Jack/jackal

Fang

Barkley

Conan

Canis

Lupin

Finn

Fenri

Connor

Remus

Pronouns

Bone/Boneself

Skull/Skullself

Marrow/marrowself

Skel/Skeletonself

Spine/spineself

Fang/fangself

Woof/woofself

Bark/barkself

Paw/pawself

Fur/furself

Growl/growlself

Claw/clawself

💀/💀self

🦴/🦴self

🐾/🐾self