#this is not Done done. it needs ear cuffs and shit.

[tanzdoesthings]

in your HOUSE

slap his bald head

it needs blackout mesh or something so bad to cover the eyes. in the light it’s scary when i’m wearing it LMAO

i will post something more comprehensible another time

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 10

part 1, prev part

The next day, the Chief is back looking like a man on a mission. Catching Wayne’s eye while he’s on his way in, but interrupted when the Harrington kid steps in his path. Talking to him in hushed whispers, but tense as hell.

The chief sighs, cocking his head to the side and bringing the kid to talk outside. Wayne isn’t the person to eavesdrop, but after yesterday, after the endless questions with no answers, he is desperate for an explanation.

An explanation why his kid is stuck on a hospital bed while Steve is walking around like he has every right to. Like he isn’t part of the reason his boy was halfway to dead for the past week.

What made his boy protect a person that he seemed to hate? A person who’s had everything handed to him, never had to experience real hardships. Stood on the sidelines while his boy was mocked and taunted. Ostracized for being who he was. Molded into this villain.

Kings look down on villains, seeing them as threats to their status. Their reputation. And the Harrington’s are part of the rulers of this town. Funding the high school extracurriculars, the hospital, the candidates on the ballots. Money that, in the grand scheme of reality, Wayne couldn’t give a shit where it goes.

Until it comes between him, his kid, and their lives. Eddie could’ve died, and for what? So the rich can keep being that? So they can keep coming out on top.

Wayne understands why Eddie would throw himself into danger for Dustin. Hell, he probably would have done the same thing. But Steve Harrington. Wayne’s not so sure that’s the path he would choose.

Taking the last cigarette from the pack, Wayne positions himself near the corner of the hospital. Hearing the Chief and Harrington talking right around the bend. Taking a long drag, he tilts his ear up to listen.

Living in a trailer park made everyone a secret gossip. Wayne just never thought he was going to do it like this.

“What about Owens?” Steve’s not so hushed voice carries around the corner. “He seems to be the one to fix all your problems.”

Wayne can hear the annoyance in the Chief’s voice. “Either still in hiding or avoiding my calls. I’ve had to go through his partner for all of this.”

“We need to fix this, Hop, and fast. Eddie can’t be pinned for this shit.”

“I know.” The Chief takes a deep breath. “But the town needs a fall guy. I can’t take the cuffs off just yet.”

Steve hisses a breath. “He’s been getting better. Doesn’t have the ventilator anymore, could wake up any day now. He doesn’t deserve to wake up thinking the town still hates him for something he was a victim of.”

“Kid, I know but I can’t-.”

Steve cuts him off. “I saw how effected his was by all this, Hop. I saw how upset he was thinking the town thought he could do that to her. To all of them. All of them willing to pick up their pitchforks to hunt the freak. He was terrified.”

Wayne feels the anger start to simmer up again. Hearing this kid put words in his boy’s mouth. Saying that he knows everything.

Maybe he does. Maybe Wayne’s blowing this all out of proportion. But he can’t help it. He’s tired, his hope is running dry. One wrong move and he’ll snap. Harrington’s just an easy target.

“I hear you,” the Chief’s voice raises. “But I really can’t-.”

Steve cuts his off again. “Yes, you can and that is the whole problem.”

“No, I can’t.” The hushed screams turn to louder reprimands. “Until the Feds get what they want, I’m powerless here.”

“But if it was El, that would be a completely different story, wouldn’t it?”

Even though Wayne can’t see them, the silence is so thick not even the sharpest blade could cut through it. Steve pushed the wrong button.

“Don’t go there, Steve.” The quiet anger in the Chief’s voice is enough to make anyone step down.

Steve doesn’t. “I am going there.” Steve’s voice has almost reached a yell. Full of anger of his own. “You do everything when it’s affecting you, and the people you care about. But as soon as it’s someone else that might get the fall, you step back and say you can’t do a damn thing.”

“I can’t do a damn thing,” the Chief booms.

“Yes. You. Can,” Steve yells right back. “If it were El, or Joyce, or Will, hell even Mike there strapped to that table right now, the cuffs would have been off the second you came back. No matter what. You would have taken the fall of that. You would have taken the Fed’s anger about it. You would have fucking done something about it. Why not now?”

Before the Chief can even answer the question, Steve is walking away with a huff. Not even noticing Wayne as he walks right back to the parking lot and slams the door of his fancy car. Driving away faster than he should.

Wayne might be directing the anger that sits in his chest at the wrong person.

But all of that doesn't seem to matter anymore. Almost immediately as his sits back in the hospital room, ready for nothing to happen. Eddie opens his eyes.

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[mortimerc]

𝔄 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 5

Male - GN Reader x Sebastian Solace

TW : blo0d, t0rture, g0re, obsessive behaviour,

(Note: This might be the last chapter but I might write one last chapter that will be a smut so be warned. I will only write it if you guys want me to. Comment on this post if you want to.)

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The day has come.

Your experiment.

You and Sebastian had been working on an escape plan to get out of this hell. You guys have been planning on this ever since you guys heard of a company called ‘Urbanshade’, the company that was experimenting on Sebastian, transporting him to the ‘Hadal Blacksite’.

The day of the transportation was the same day as you are going to be experimented. And of course, once again you’ll be separated from him again.

Now you and Sebastian are holding each other in your cell, him not wanting you to go, not wanting you to be hurt the same way as he did.

“I don’t want you to go..”

“I have to, and you also need to be ready. Remember our plan?”

“Of course,, but still-“ Sebastian was cut off by a guard opening the cell door, interrupting them. As they walk in, suddenly they forcefully grabs your wrist.

“Hey- what are you?-“

“Let them go!” Sebastian protests

All efforts were in vain as you were dragged out, leaving Sebastian alone in silence soon met with the sound of footsteps that Sebastian knows too well. It was the scientist. His thoughts were interrupted by the cell door opening once again.

“Hello there, mr. Solace.”

Sebastian stays silent and not looking at the scientist.

“I’m sure you know why I’m here. Hope you pack up whatever you need because we’re going now.” He said while signing the guards behind him to cuff Sebastian.

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As Sebastian was slithering alongside the guards, he covers his ears, not wanting to hear the screams that emitted from you, echoing throughout the hallways.

“God..” hot tears trickle down his face.

“You seem to be very close with HR-P (High Rank Prisoner), Z-X. We also call them ‘The Perdition’, and we’re almost done with their document, so tell me more about it.” The scientist questions

“I’m not telling you shit-!”

“Hahah, you’re so easy to rile up. I’ve already know what’s between you two. You two are like two pieces in a pod.”

“Shut up,,”

“Well we’re here. Get in.”

A submarine soon rises to the surface of the water, door opening. The guards pushing Sebastian in.

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As they arrived to the blacksite, they checked the surroundings before exiting the submarine. Sebastian takes that chance to hit the guards, attacking and killing most of them while the scientist runs away in cowardice.

The scientist ran into a lab room and called for a lock down, and this is when all it began. Sebastian releasing all of the experiments and marine discoveries found in the blacksite.

Soon, Sebastian heard from one of the guards before killing him, “EXR-P will come here to retrieve the crystal soon, I’ll prepare everything.”

The crystal? Sebastian did research on the crystal and finds out that it is something that provides power to this place. To a normal human being, that might be fine, but Sebastian is not a normal human being anymore. He’s a creature. A monster. He had to stay here. It’s the only place he can hide away.

Before coming to the blacksite, you and Sebastian planned on meeting here, in his makeshift shop. But you’re not here, not yet. Maybe in a few days?

All Sebastian can do is just wait.

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As the prisoners leaves his shop, Sebastian is left alone in silence, loneliness that he wished you would fill.

But it’s been years. Years since he has seen you. But you promised. You always keep your promises.

His thoughts were soon interrupted when the prisoners from earlier ran into his shop, panting, panicking and shaking.

“Heh what did you do this time? Run into pandemonium? Hmph, incompetent as always.” Sebastian snarked

“N-n-no n-no, not that thing. It was something else.” They said frantically

“Just get to it.”

“Wh-when we encountered it, I think they was mumbling something about being ‘The Perdition’?”

Sebastian’s face turns pale.

“Perdition? Can you tell me what do they look like?”

“Uhm, I can’t tell. I think I saw a shark tail., I-I- think wings?? And their face covered in blood. Long limbs for sure. I can’t remember more, I was too scared”

They both sat in silence until Sebastian broke it

“… I think it’s safe now, get out.”

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As Sebastian roams the hall, he soon smells the stench of blood. Th smell of blood reeks from the other side of that door.

When he opens the door, his eyes landed on horror that people can’t comprehend. The prisoner from earlier dangling on the ceiling, caught up by their guts.

His eyes landed on a person, facing away from him, sitting on an office chair. Their frame looks like he had a shark tail, elongated limbs, ESCA that belonged to an angler fish, and the wings coming from their head making them look like an angelic being.

It all fits the prisoners description.

“We meet again, Sebastian.”

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You find yourself embracing Sebastian in your arms, you both missing each other. A long awaited moment, reunion that you both wished for.

“You came back..” Sebastian says with a content tone in his voice.

“I always keep my promises.”

“Why did it take you so long? What happened?”

“It was not easy for me to get here. With the lockdown, I still had to recover from my surgical experiment.”

Sebastian hugs you tighter, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, almost making a purring sound. Being comfortable in your lap “I miss you..” he said while lifting his head, looking into your eyes

“I miss you too..”

You two sit there in silence, and slowly but surely, you both close the gap. After a long and passionate kiss, you both pulls away, panting.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.. for a long time..”

“I love you, Seb..” you said while pressing your forehead against Sebastian’s.

“I love you too, [Nickname]…”

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To be continued..?

[loventhine]

X-Men NSFW alphabet: Nightcrawler

My husband, our husband Kurt Wagner 😌

YOU MAY REPOST IF YOU GIVE CREDIT TO THE OG ARTIST, ME.

Another honorary mention, I was going to do Scott but I missed my blueberry, so Scott is next :D

(MDNI, SMUT AHEAD, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEN SCROLL)

Attributes: His tail. 😏 Not much is to be said, so much stuff this little gremlin can think of to do to please you and his tail is one of those many things.

Attributes: Your waist and thighs, anything je could wrap his tail around, like a third arm. It is wrapped around your smaller or larger frame, hands or tails on at all times.

Aftercare: Sweet nothings, whispered in your ear, he serenades you while cleaning the cum, spit and bits of blood from your body. Snacks, movies and cuddles afterwards :)

Cum: Stringy thick ropes, sticky and a bit sweet but you didn't hear this from me 👀

Cum: Inside most of the time, dripping down your back or stomach, did i mention he does facials? especially when you've been naughty ;)

Dick: Both 7 inches, slight curve to the right, above average girth with deep blue tips, both heads are sensitive

Dirty Talk: Swears in and out of German, you don't what he's saying until he translates, sweet German pet names with dirty English sprinkled in.

Do: Hair-pulling, certified brat tamer. spanking, biting, light bondage like fuzzy cuffs or blindfold.

Don'ts: Not into harming, he can't do it. He's a little bean 😔. (again, my opinion, educate me i you see hin being freaky in the shows or comics)

Drive: 4+ pounds, has a wheelchair by the bed just in case, if you can't keep up then he can stop at 3 but if you can match his freak... oh boy.

Entertainment: Consider himself a sauve companion, teasing an joking while actively fuckign your brains out, he's the worst! 😭

Favorite Position: He's a piece of shit, might have you in mating press, missionary, doggy or 69. He loves to see your face most of the time but he is an ass man, more than happy to get a face full of it :)

If you don't break his nose and or jaw by sitting on his face, sit on him >:( he doesn't care if you are big, small or of a different gender, this mouth is rated E for everyone.

Grooming: Happy trail, well groomed and hardly ever not clean downstairs, wants to be looking his best for his partner. 🙂‍↕️

Kinks: Bondage, toys, voyeurism (occasional), anal, spanking, gagging, cunniligus, biting, drycaphilia??- crying kink (I'm not spelling it 😔) (Likes to stuff your panties in your mouth when you're too loud)

Libido: Like I've said before, he can go a long time, it's not as high to where he needs to fuck you 24/7, he's disciplined. slightly above average but not dangerously maybe???

Location: Somewhere secluded where the two of you can let your hearts dance, when he's feelin risky or you've been bad he'll do it somewhere where you have a slight chance of being caught. Like the hallway, community bathroom or an alleyway.

You'll try to keep quiet while his fingers jam against that one spot like the buzzer from Jeopardy 😭

Quickies: He LOVES quickies, not more than meaningful sex but you get the point. Quickies if you're naughty, no sweet talking you through it Kurt. He's fucking you like he hates you, slapping your ass and pulling your hair until you scream out loud. (Might leave you in your cum-soaked panties to do the walk of shame around the manor, greeting everyone as if his cum isn't leaking out of you)

Rest: Bold of you to assume you'll be awake after he's done 😈, he'll watch over you as you sleep soundly. Mentally patting himself on the back for fucking you to sleep.

Sound: He whimpers and pants, he doesn't try to hide how well your ass, mouth or cunt makes him feel, pathetic whining when he gets close. Whining and calling your name in your ear, all choked up as if he's on the verge of tears, gets real high pitched.

Sharing: Nuh-uh, no. Why share when you have him? He had two cocks, a tail and a wicked tongue, he doesn't want to share. He couldn't fathom the thought.

Toys: He owns a bunch, for the purpose of punishing his bratty little lover, might leave you tied up a vibrator and go fight crime while you're fighting for your life.

Volume: He might get loud, depending on how whipped he is ;). But you're louder, you'll forever be louder than him, I know Jean and Charles have invested in their own Magneto helmet with FREAKner is around 😭

Sorry it took me so long to post, I had school and I got sick 😔 (Scott is still up next)

[makethatelevenrings]

One Star Review // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: injury, blood, medical talk

Summary: When working a late night shift at the drug store, a certain vigilante comes stumbling in with a stab wound and a bad attitude.

The bell over the door chimed, setting off your Pavlovian response to greet the incoming customer. By the time you raised your head, you found no one standing there. Peeking over the counter, you spied a trail of blood drops on the linoleum tiles and sighed.

Working at a twenty-four hour drugstore in Gotham was a guarantee for stories to bring home to your roommates, but the novelty had worn off by the third robbery. You wished you could say that random people stumbling in with injuries was rare, but you weren’t raised to be a liar.

“Hi, can I help you?” you called. A low curse met your ears and you moved out from behind the bulletproof glass covered desk to peer down the aisles. The trail led you towards the first aid section. Of course.

“Do you need help?” you tried again.

“Fuck off,” was your reply.

You huffed and turned around the end of the aisle to find Red Hood of all people leaning up against the shelves with one hand clasped over his side and the other full of various first aid items. Planting your hands on your hips, you stared at him with an unimpressed look on your face.

“This is my store, bitch boy. Don’t tell me to fuck off,” you snapped. “And sit down before you hurt yourself worse.”

“I’m gonna write a review,” he grumbled. “Terrible service. Employee called me a bitch boy.”

“Tough,” you said. You gestured for him to follow you over to a chair next to the blood pressure cuff. “Now move it.”

He sighed and maneuvered his large frame into the small chair. Red Hood pulled his hand away from his side and you could see the angry, pulsing wound under his destroyed body armor. A hiss of empathetic pain passed through your teeth and you leaned in closer to see it.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” he snapped.

“Do you want to be a dick and bleed out or do you want help? Because you can’t do both.”

That shut him up, thankfully. You poured a glob of hand sanitizer on your hands and scrubbed it in before you pulled on a pair of the latex gloves from the box he grabbed. Gently, you pulled his ruined kevlar away from his skin and examined the wound.

“You got stabbed,” you noted. “Didn’t go too deep, luckily. Must have been a sharp knife to break through this material.”

“Assassins,” he muttered.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” Grabbing the saline wash and some clean gauze wrappers, you ripped open the gauze and poured saline on it. Without giving him a warning, you pressed it against the wound. Red Hood, to his credit, barely flinched.

“I’m in an EMT class right now,” you explained. “I’ve always been interested in this stuff but shit, it’s expensive. By the way, you better be paying for this stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah. Put it on my tab,” he said through gritted teeth.

The two of you fell into an easy silence as you packed his wound and applied a layer of thick gauze before taping it onto his skin. You tried to ignore the very pronounced dips of his abs, but how could you when they were right there? The second you were done taping down the edges, he was fighting to stand up.

“Woah,” you exclaimed. Your hands landed on his shoulders and you pushed him back into the seat. “You lost a lot of blood so I wouldn’t try to get up too quickly.”

“I need to get back out there,” he argued. “Thanks for the help, but you did your job. Now I need to do mine.”

Your face went deadpan and you stared at him with pursed lips and raised brows. “Okay, fine. But if you go out there and ruin my handiwork, you will have to live with the guilt of knowing that you were a dick to a retail employee.”

Red Hood’s helmet stared off into the distance for a moment before he grumbled out a “fine” and settled back in the chair. A triumphant smirk settled across your face and you started to gather up the trash you had tossed around you when patching him up.

“Let me grab you a juice and some crackers to help with your blood sugar. Any kind you want?”

He sighed. “Apple, please.”

When you returned to the back of the store, the chair was empty except for a single one-hundred dollar bill and a business card. The card was face down, blue ink marking the empty white space of the back.

Call her, it instructed. You flipped it over and read the name printed on the front. Dr. Leslie Thompkins.

“Huh,” you murmured to yourself. You were definitely telling your roommates about this the second you got home.

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[rafedaddy01]

Don’t disobey me r.c. Smut

Warnings: language, smut, punishment, handcuffs, dark, 18+ content

A/n: Got this amazing idea from @ghostselena go check out babes page for some juicy juicy work ❣️ it’ll grow back

(Not proof read so sorry for any mistakes) 💋

“you like it” you asked your boyfriend as he stared at you in shock. “What have you done” he asked straight faced. “What? I think it looks better this way” you said fixing a few loose strands. “What am I supposed to tug on now when I’m fucking you from behind” he said upset. “Oh, baby don’t pout. It’ll grow back” you said sitting in his lap. “Yeah but that’s gonna take forever and I planned on fucking you tonight. It’s not long enough for my to pull it” he said. “Don’t be a baby. You can still fuck me” you said. “Fine, but I’m gonna punish you for doing this without permission” he said flipping you both over so he was on top. You laughed as he gripped both your hands in one of his and raised them above your head. “Bed. Now.” He said slapping your ass as you happily stood up and ran to your guys’d room. “Strip” he said. You peeled off the dress you were wearing and got on the bed. “Bra and panties too” he said staring at you intently. You slowly took of the straps of your bra and unclamped the back as he watched your breasts spill out and bounce. He looked down to your clothed cunt as you got on your knees and pushed them down. He was getting impatient and pounced on you and did the rest, tossing them on the floor and he romped his clothes and flipped you over so his erection was pressing into your ass you pushed yourself backward and grinded into him. “Uh uh. You don’t get rewarded until I say so” he said shaking his head and tsking. You pouted and looked back at him with puppy dog eyes. “That won’t work this time princess” he said reaching down into his nightstand drawer and pulling out a pair of hand cuffs. He cuffed your wrists to the headboard. “Spread your legs” you did as he said and he positioned himself to face your core. “Don’t cum until your told” he said slapping your clit harshly, the pain and pleasure shot thru your body causing you to whimper. He wasted no time and he definitely was not gentle. He attacked your clit with us lips causing you to lift up off the bed. His hand came up and pushed you down firmly. “Fuck” you moaned. His free hand came down to your entrance and thrusted two fingers into you, curling them with each thrust. “Shit rafe” you moaned. “Feels so good” you cried out. He hummed against your clit causing goosebumps to cover your skin. “Please let me cum” you pleaded, so close to release but he slowed his actions enough to keep you from cumming. “Not yet, you haven’t been punished enough.” He said pulling away completely. You closed your legs and rubbed them together to get some kind of friction. “Open” he said. You opened your legs and he got on his knees, aligning his thick, precum covered cock to your hole. His slid his cock between your foods and slapping it a few times before thrusting harshly into you. “Shit babe, your so tight. No matter how many times I fuck you. So perfect.” He muttered. “Rafeeee” you moaned loudly. He sped up his thrusts and came down to suck on the skin between your neck and shoulder. “You wanna cum?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded your head. “I can’t hear you he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed as you gasped for a breath. “Yes daddy, please let me cum. I need it. I want it.” You screamed as he thrusted harder. Your hands when numb behind your head and your eyes fluttered shut as he chuckled darkly to himself. “Go ahead doll, soak my cock” he said letting go of your throat to focus on releasing himself. You clenched around him and entered a state of euphoria as your orgasm washed over you small moans leaving your lips and he watched the beautiful display before his eyes. He threw his own head back as his dick twitched and release his cum inside you. Thrusting a few more times and stopping so that none of his cum was wasted. He eventually pulled out and catches his breath before pulling his sweats over his legs and walking towards the door. “Rafe. Where are you going” you said tugging on the cuffs reminding him to untie you. “I got some errands to run. You sit here and think about how you do things with my permission”

[normanshandsxx]

Negan Smith Smutty HC’s

18+ content, you’re responsible for what media you consume.

Negan is obviously VERY kinky. it’s even cannon

Consensual non consent, whenever and wherever.

Everyone in the sanctuary can hear you, but they know Negan will kill them if they said even one thing about it. (Simon makes jokes every once in a while, but Negan lets it slide. Only sometimes.)

When Negan is kept in the cell at Alexandria, you totally sneak inside at night to fuck.

He loves calling you pet names, his favorite one is either “baby doll” or “sweetheart” (just my opinion!)

When you and him first started fucking, he was super gentle, but now he can’t contain himself. He always makes you so sore right after, and despite him being an asshole to everyone else—and even you sometimes—he gives the best aftercare. Like, THE BEST.

He is so in love with your body. Constantly grabbing onto you and having you hang off of his arm, his hand is ALWAYS touching your waist, even when he’s holding lucille.

He LOVES to show off. He loves people getting jealous, because that just means he gets to piss them off more when he grabs your ass or neck.

When you two are alone, he is always saying some horny shit. Negan, as we know, is a VERY horny guy (we love it). Everytime you look down he has a pulsing boner. You can’t recall the last time you two had been together alone and not fucked.

(Hear me out on this one) His dick has GOT to be long. at least six and a half inches, a little over 7 if i’m pushing it. It’s not very thick but it’s definitely thick enough, and it’s VERYYY veiny. During the time at the Santuary, he always kept it trimmed and nice.

“Shut the hell up and take it.”

“You think you can’t? I’ll make you.”

“Your pussy is the prettiest I’ve ever seen, doll,”

“Mhm, knew you could take it. Juuust like that baby.”

“I’m not even close to being done with you.”

“You fuck so much better than all my wives,”

“You’re my favorite.”

“My girl, my good/bad sweet girl..”

“No one else gets this pussy, not like I do.”

After fucking the attitude out of you, he tells you “See? I knew all you needed was a good fuck. Just from me though..” or something along the lines of that.

He found an old camera one time, deleted all the pictures and videos from the previous owner and replaced it with your nudes and y’all’s sex tapes. He rewatches them all the time.

Tying you up. With anything. Cuffs he found, his shirt, your shirt, a blanket, whatever there is.

When you’re not around, he always touches himself. He even rubs one out on a run if he needs to, but he can’t shake the thought of how much better it’d be because of you.

Creampie’s. All the time. He always makes people go out for runs to get some kind of contraceptive, as long as he can cum inside of you. If he absolutely can’t, he always makes you suck him off and cum into your mouth. He hates having to clean up his own mess, when he knows it could and SHOULD be inside of you. No acceptions. But you love it, it’s Negan!

Breeding kink. ^^

His favorite position is cowgirl. Second favorite is fucking you from behind while you’re on your side.

He’s very good with his fingers, they’re slender and long, and he basically scoops you out like you’re a bowl full of food, and he’s determined to finish his food.

He’s VERY good at the finger + mouth combo. Like… too good.

He loves how sensitive you are, and he knows what he’s doing when he “innocently” grabs your waist or kisses your neck out of nowhere.

He brags about you to Rick and everyone in Alexandria (Saviors era) ALL the time. He brings you on every run to visit them, his hand never leaving your waist while he talks everyone’s ear off. He talked you into fucking on Rick’s bed one time…

I think that’s it… for now. I needed something to post to get my mind going for ideas about any fanfics. Thank you for reading xx

[catiuskaa]

GET TO KNOW ME ⭐️

this looks so much fun! thank you sosososososo much for tagging me @j-0ne25 my lovely babyyy <3<3<3<3

WHAT’S THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BLOG TITLE?

caituska is a random nick i came up because I was playing animal crossing and I always used the little polka-dot red and white rain boots? iykyk lol, so yeah, those are katiuskas, and I changed the first k because... i like cats? i guess lol

FAVOURITE FANDOMS?

i am STRUGGLING to keep up with skz lately, but that's on my procrastinator ass. of course I have to give a massive shout out to the harry potter fandom that made me start writing silly little tidbits that are still on wattpad (plz don't look for em lol)

OTP(s)

me and @knowbites because that's my wife fo sho 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ lol but i gotta mention minsung because i remember being a baby stay and thinking they were dating 😭😭

FAVOURITE COLOUR?

oh yes, white. it reflects all other colours, and I use it so much for painting, I need that, but also... idk... red? teal? i just love colours

FAVOURITE GAME?

Video games: Animal Crossing is 100% my summer material and I'd die without it (I’ve been neglecting my island for a while though, fuck classes and homework for that🥰)

Board games: UNO IS MY BITCH, I LOVE IT

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?

under the sea because i just watched (like literally JUST finished) watching the Little Mermaid live action and I will go and annoy @knowbites about it because it's so good, pookie you were so right

WEIRDEST HABIT/TRAIT?

i do voices so much that i've gotten people to ask me what my real voice is? maybe? and probably the fact that I keep band-aids in my wallet (next to a minho photocard of course) oh and I randomly start singing, my friends call me their walking radio sometimes

HOBBIES?

Writing, reading, yapping 25/8, singing, video games, painting, playing the flute and the piano (although I majorly suck at it), watching movies.

IF YOU WORK, WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

I am a full-time student, but I can't figure out for the life of me if what I'm studying is what I want to do? i feel like the bee in bee movie, I'm that lil bitch (no hoes tho)

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WISH, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

i'd die to be an actress or a painter but those also terrify the shit out of me

SOMETHING YOU’RE GOOD AT?

writing. starting things and not finishing them (see my masterlists), yapping, singing, painting (although it depends on when you ask me bc yesss imposter syndrome).

SOMETHING YOU’RE BAD AT?

" trying to not interrupt people while they’re talking to me. I overthink WAY too much. I also am such a people pleaser it’s fucking annoying. "

funny, but that's a leftover from copy pasting the questions in @j-0ne25's post but dawg I AGREE, 100% SAME

SOMETHING YOU LOVE?

family, friends, colacao or basically chocolate, strawberries, yapping, sea, and the smell of alcohol markers, painting, and good ol' guacamole

SOMETHING YOU COULD TALK ABOUT FOR HOURS OFF THE CUFF?

movies. music. art. more specific, pro-abortion arguments thanks to dean withers and hasan piker. all of the sneaky references in my works that I secretly always hope people will notice. probably lots of things because I'm a yapper at heart and soul

SOMETHING YOU HATE?

people who interrupt me but then look at me like what I was saying was... what? wHAT?? WHATDOYOUWANTFROMME (help) and I HATE unwarranted attitude, like homeboy (or homegirl or homethey) I AINT DONE NOTHIN TO YA WHY YOU BITCHIN AT ME FOR😭😭😭

SOMETHING YOU COLLECT?

Earrings? Like funny ones with cute charms. That’s all I could think about.

OK @j-0ne25 SAME?? i'm wearing my favourites right now, little plastic bags with a small fish inside! (no there's no liquid inside em, yes people wonder and try to squeeze em when they notice, yes they yank my ears lol)

SOMETHING YOU FORGET?

YES. YESYESYESYES. ME? DORY. PLEASURE TO FORGET.

WHAT’S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE?

physical touch and quality time

FAVOURITE MOVIE/SHOW?

i can't choose just one but i really like sleepless in Seattle and also the sixth sense but ALSO when harry met sally. i love me a classic

FAVOURITE FOOD?

i can't choose! i'm a foodie but also very picky... i think?

FAVOURITE ANIMALS?

cats. I just love them. if no one pspsps at a cat, me and lee know are both dead.

ARE YOU MUSICAL?

I'd say so! I love music, I looooove singing, and I play both piano, flute, and I used to take guitar lessons too.

WHAT WERE YOU LIKE AS A CHILD?

luhh... oud. an ENFP in the making, basically. too extroverted, if that's a thing? lol

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

Philosophy and History, both just plain old history and also art history, and spanish.

LEAST FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

PHYSICS. FUCK THAT.

WHAT’S YOUR BEST CHARACTER TRAIT?

being able to make people comfortable with me and vent

WHAT’S YOUR WORST CHARACTER TRAIT?

I’m still too much in my head and overthink shit. Emotions overwhelm me to the point where it’s hard to focus, and most of the times I don't know what to do with myself? (sigh)

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANY DETAIL OF YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

i want it to be longer so i can actually finish the tasks I wanted to do today and also i'd make it so my head and back don't hurt randomly (hate periods)

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME, WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?

myself when I was younger, probably?

FIC RECS?

by @dreaming-medium, animals without direction, but also all of her other works bc god she's so good, also everything by @seospicybin, @skzms @hwangism143 @moonjxsung @hyunsvngs ...so many more I can't remember... i love y'all, your writing inspires me so much

tagging! @knowbites @galarta @strayingawayy @straylightdream @seospicybin @palindrome969 @starlostastronaut @facioleeknow

[idontplaytrack]

Slam the door

sub!Capri Donahue x dom!fem reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— fingering, oral, spanking, strap use, bondage(Capri receiving) pet names(both)

You’ve been warned. I don’t know what else to say except, Capri’s a brat and she would let you take control but would need it back after she’s done

Hearing the front door unlock, you look up from your book, watching it get pushed open. “Hey, Capri.” You greeted her knowingly.

She doesn’t respond. Shoulders droop, walk draggy. You squint at her, worried. "Capri." You repeated yourself, putting your book down and walking up to her. "What's wrong, hun?" You tilt your head a little bit to meet her eyes.

"The kids were menaces." She sighs, "Maybe I'm not cut out to coach."

"Capri you are so good at what you do, don't let one bad day get you down."

A crooked little smile tugs at the corners of her lips, "Thanks, baby. How're you feeling? Is the pain still bad?"

You raised your brows, shrugging, "Ah, that damn hip always hurts. It's just a matter of how much it will go when it hits me."

"So, how was work?"

"Had an early shift, as you know. So it wasn't busy. It went pretty well." You answered.

Capri nods, "I'm gonna take shower. You...wanna join me?"

You chuckled, hooking her pinky with yours,“Capri…what are you suggesting?”

“That you could take a shower with me if you want…?” She squints at you, absolutely just playing dumb. You wrapped her arms around her waist, they roam to her ass. You massaged and groped them. Capri tenses up, telling everything you needed to know.

You pull her by her hand into the bedroom, and you slam the door. Well, not intentionally. But when she was the one who initiated things, you were very eager.

She laughs, and you smacked her on the ass, grabbing a cheek in the end while you carried on attacking her with kisses and backed her onto the bed in the process. Capri pushes quickly herself up to the middle of the mattress, you went along with her without a problem then straddled her. “Ugh, you’re so hot.”

You scoffed, “Right.” You were ogling at her, eyes tracing her facial features, then her arms, her neck, her chest. They just wandered. That smile on her face really got you going. You kissed your way down to her jaw, her neck and every little space in between. Capri squirms and her hands roamed your back, clawing it. Desperate for contact of any kind. “Capri, are you going to be a good girl for me?” You ask, hovering over her. She nods, lips pursed together.

“Do you want me to…cuff your wrists to the headboard?” You ask with a smirk. Her eyes lit up, a similar smile forms on her face. “How ‘bout the strap, hm?” You ask, face nuzzled in her neck as you worked over a few spots. She squirms some more, tickled by your breath fanning against her. “Yeah.” She pants, a whine slips. Capri takes in a sharp breath, “Shit.”

“So worked up already?” You questioned, fingers combing through her hair and tucking some of it behind her ear.

“I had a bad day. Alright?” She answered hurriedly.

You hummed, "I know, hun. I know."

"So?"

You glared at her playfully, eyebrows raised for a beat, "Oh, you're gonna do that today, huh? Be a little brat?"

She stifles a laugh, nearly snorting. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna get it from me today." You responded, going back down to kiss her. Harder, with the tip of your tongue sliding across her lips. She didn't waste a second, welcoming it into her mouth. It explores every single inch of it as though it's never been done before.

"I'll be right back." You clambered off of her to go retrieve the items you mentioned once her clothes were all off. She watches you, growingly impatient, and so very needy. You took your sweet time removing your clothes and putting the harness on, letting her watch and wait. Returning to bed, she raised her arm up letting you cuff her without a second thought. "So eager...I love that." You remarked while cuffing her other wrist.

"You ready, honey?" You asked, inches away from her face.

"Mhm." She hummed, her eyes getting a goddamn treat thanks to your bare body.

"Eyes up here, Capri." You tilted her chin up with a finger underneath it, she huffs, unhappy. "Don't be sad." You teased with a laugh, lips reattaching to her neck. She whimpers breathily, biting down on her lower lip. Following that, you made your way down south, leaving a trail of kisses as you roamed. Your hands were on either side of her, moving along with the rest of you. Now along the waistline, you hear Capri curse. "I need you."

"Hm? What was that?"

Capri rolls her eyes, exhaling.

"Say it." You smacked her cunt, an obscenity — nearly a moan, and another whine was heard from her, "Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Be a good girl for me and say it."

You were on your stomach now, face to face with her apex watching the arousal drip and drip out of her. God, that was hot. She couldn’t touch herself to get off. Of course.

Your finger ran a stripe up her folds, her legs started to close in together. You held her thigh to keep them open, tongue sticking out and diving in the very next second. Just ever so slightly, flicking at the nub. A strangled moan comes out of her mouth, she begs, “Fuck me. Please.” Her usual tone, but clearly feigned. Her voice’d faltered, a clear giveaway that she could not keep her attitude up for long. “Oh, please?” You grinned, barely away from where she needed you so badly. Her gaze was on you briefly, you caught that. “You’re so pretty.” You smiled giddily, hands massaging her thighs, “I’m so lucky you’re my girl, aren’t I? You’re mine. Let me hear you say it, Capri~”

“Fuck me first.” Capri seethed. You glared at her, thumb pressing down on her clit harshly. “Oh, fuck!” She cried out right as you pushed your middle finger into her entrance. It glides into her— smoothly. Curling it up, you hit her sensitive spot. You finally get a moan out of her today. Proud, you carried on with this pressure and pace.

Pretty soon, Capri was pushing her hips up. You pushed them back down, as you got up to kneel, holding the shaft and running it up and down against her folds watching her squirm and whine. What a treat.

“I’m waiting, princess.”

The tip dips into her then you removed it, she moans softly, mumbling, “Fuck.” Near tears.

“Say it, Capri. You, Capri Donahue, are mine. Only I get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours.” You grabbed her thigh, fingertips leaving an impression that could be seen fading away when your fingers loosened their grip.

“Oh, fuck.” She says again, exhale laboured. Capri was miserable. But way too prideful. She didn’t want to give in, even when you’d gained control, she was still competing for it. She likes to think that she has the upper hand. And well, most of the time she does, but still, pretty often…there was this. She would be as submissive as she could be, letting you have your way with her.

“Come on, baby.” You coaxed, “Be a good girl and say it. Say it like you mean it and I’ll fuck you like I mean it.”

“What?” She snaps.

“Damn, that got you going.” You chortled, teasing her with the silicone again.

“Oh, my God…” She breathes out heavily, “y/n, fuck.”

“Fuck what?”

“Fuck me!” She screams, “Fuck me, fuck me please. I’m yours, baby. I’m yours.” Sweet, sweet victory.

Lining it up with her entrance, you pushed into her inch by inch, watch it stretch her out, watching her mouth hang agape, that dulcet moan resound through your ears. Holy flying fuck. “Oh, fuck!” Capri exclaimed, “You’re amazing.”

“Oh, I am?” You kept pounding into her, having started off at a leisurely pace that consistently got faster.

“Don’t push it.” She mumbles.

“Speak up, Capri.” You looked at her right in the eye, pushing into her repeatedly while she only grew noisier and louder.

“Nothing. Make me come.” She returns to her usual demeanour for a split second, a playful glint in her eyes.

“I definitely will.” The sounds of your actions started to become clearer, more obvious. So obviously obscene. The wet, squelch-like noise filled the space, making your head spin with pleasure.

“Fuck, I want to feel your tits so bad.” Capri grumbles, her ability to speak soon got taken away by your relentless effort of slamming into her and making her cry out.

“You come and I’ll let you afterwards.” You proposed a deal.

Capri smirks, gaze seemingly perverted. “Can I make you come?”

“You better.” You scoffed, “My hip will kill me tonight. I’m not gonna be able to sleep, so good luck dealing with me.”

“Aw, poor baby.” She teases. You grabbed her ankles quickly and held them together, backing away the most you could without leaving her, you slam into her that way.

It shut her up. Tears brimmed in her eyes, a strained whimper filled your ears. You kept doing that this way, over and over. Capri kept whimpering and whining and moaning. Repeating your name over and over and over alongside a bunch of profanities.

“Still gonna tease me?” You ask, pulling her out once she was right at the edge.

An incoherent mumble comes out of her mouth as she shakes her head vigorously, chewing on her lip trying to divert the tears. “Please— please— y/n, I’m so close, baby.”

“Or are you gonna be a good girl?”

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good—” Once those words were heard, your sole focus was on pushing her over the edge. You were doing everything you knew that would help her have her release and damn, seeing her crying a bit from just how overwhelmed with pleasure she was, is such a treat. You could look at her all day.

You saw her start to shake, so you let go of her ankles and her legs just fell back into position, staying spread open as her orgasm started to hit her. Her eyes half-closed, but fixated on you. That smile of hers, so giddy, so cute. It was annoyingly hot— you were getting pretty worked up yourself. You eventually slowed down to a halt and replaced the strap with your fingers to help her ride out the rest of it. “Fuck, I love you. You’re so fucking good at this .” She says after calming down, “God…”

Without her asking, you took her cuffs off. “Want me to eat you out, princess?” You heard her right by your ear, sending a chill down your spine. Then it was little sparks from her fingers dragging along your back. ‘Hold it together, y/n.’ You chided yourself, ‘Hold— oh, fuck!’

“Yeah, you’re not gonna have to worry about being on your feet tomorrow because I am going to drill you right into the mattress your hip will be the last thing on your mind.” She chuckles lowly, igniting a fire in your core.

“Well, fuck it. Fuck me, let’s go.” You shrug, turning around and laying on your back, “Do it.”

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💭A/N:

I’m not too satisfied with this one since I was gonna write more show what Capri’d do to reader but I got sick of it after looking at this draft for the last five hours 🙂

[joshsindigostreak]

I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Two

“Does the deer forgive the wolf?”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Warnings: None other than descriptions of blood.

Word Count: 3504

You hobbled through alleys and back streets for what seemed like hours, desperate to get to your destination without being seen, or worse, stumbling upon a human and doing something stupid. Your wrists were still burning, bleeding, and locked together because of those stupid fucking silver handcuffs that asshole shackled you with. As you twisted your way through the city, your mind was reeling with theories as to how that man was able to resist your Persuasion like that. It was unheard of! In the three centuries you had been alive you had never seen a human of all things resist that. Humans by nature were so gullible and easily persuaded to do anything that it was hardly even considered a “power” by other creatures. But he not only resisted it, he completely fooled you into thinking it was working. Arguably this was much worse, a fucking human getting the best of you? He needed to be dead. You needed to bleed him dry, watch the light slowly leave those pretty brown eyes of his, and leave him behind in some alley while you get on with your life. 

Turning a corner, you finally spot the heavy metal door you had been walking towards all night. It was very nondescript, blending into the alley wall it was stationed in. With the last bit of strength you had, you start kicking the metal hoping the occupant on the other side would hear you and let you in. Your hands were too sore to knock properly, your fingers curled into your palms in defeat from the sterling silver of the cuffs. 

You kept kicking the door, getting more and more forceful the longer you went without a response. Finally, you could hear slow footsteps on the other side, a familiar grumbling voice complaining on its way to the door, before dramatically sliding it open and flooding the alley with light. 

“Alright, alright, calm the fuck down-” a thick New York accent greets your ears and older, crinkly blue eyes took in your appearance and looked you up and down, immediately spotting the cuffs and blistering wrists, “Ah shit come inside, love.” He was probably one of your favorite faces, but you wouldn’t admit it. He went simply by “Les”, no last name, and never elaborated on what it was short for.  He was one of the most prolific arms dealers this side of the country. He was human…as far as you could tell, but you always suspected he was a lot older than he said. Les had bailed you out a few times after you pissed off the wrong creatures, and here you were again, needing his help. 

You gave him a half smile as he stood aside for you to come in and swiftly slammed the door shut behind you. Your ears were met with familiar Italian opera music playing on a record player in one of the other rooms. Various weapons he had collected over the decades lined the walls, with a few taken apart sitting on his work bench in the center of the room. You made your way over to the bench, sitting on a vacant stool and hauling your mangled wrists onto the surface of the workbench, wincing as the cuffs dug deeper into your skin and making the most unpleasant sizzling sounds. 

Les sat on a stool next to you, immediately dragging over a tool kit to start picking at the locks. “Now what have you done this time?” 

You start rattling off details of your night, how you just wanted to go out and have a nice meal in peace, running into…him, and how he blind sided you in the alley behind the bar. Les nodded along while working at the locks, you noticed he was being extra careful to not break them, which started to annoy you, “Can’t you just cut them off?” 

“And damage sterling silver cuffs like these? Hell no. That's more work for me to fix later, these have more value than you think.” Of course, business always came first. You slouched in a petulant matter, sighing in relief as one of the cuffs popped open, freeing one of your hands. Les started in on the second one immediately as you shook out your free hand, letting the skin heal and close up. 

Les looked up at you curiously, “now what do you mean he wasn’t affected by your Persuasion at all?”

“It didn’t even phase him! He just kept going on his little ‘I hate your kind you will pay for existing’ spiel and trying to say I was behind a bunch of bodies being left all over the city? I never leave bodies behind!” Les narrowed his eyes at you,  “I mean, not in a long time!” The second cuff popped off your wrist, and you were finally free from the blasted things. You shook out your hands as your wrists healed, relief flooding your body as the wounds closed. Your skin healed quickly, but it still left you in your original predicament of being hungry. 

Les scooped up his tools and slid the cuffs off to the side, “Now…don’t quote me on this but I’ve heard that some hunters have gotten their hands on some sort of magic to protect themselves from your kind.” 

“What kind of magic would do that?”

“Sigils mostly, witches are all about their sigils as you know,” he said with a slight eye roll.  “But those hunter families, you know the ones who are born into it? Where their whole family line consists of hunters blah blah blah, they typically have a few witches to help them out for their…line of work. It's honestly a little hypocritical to me, using witches to hunt other supernatural creatures, but you know how hunters are, they’re not exactly ethical, even if they think otherwise.”

You inwardly groaned at the idea you ran into one of those bloodline hunters. You didn’t cross paths with them often, the last time had been a few decades ago when one of them had ended up in actual Vampire territory, way too confident for their own good. They didn’t make it out alive. You recalled their skull was used as a trophy, and a warning, for quite some time.

“There aren’t very many of those families left anyway. The Turners were wiped out back in the 60s, the McGavins haven’t been in the country in years, last I heard they were hiding out in Canada. I remember some French family that stupidly thought they had cleaned out most of Paris but found out the hard way that they had not.” you counted on your fingers as you tried to remember the fates of the hunter families, your eyes trailing off lost in thought.

Les nodded as he crossed his arms, “...have you heard of the Kiszkas?” 

Oh no. Oh god no. Not them. You had heard stories, even lost some friends to those fuckers. They were a long line of hunters, from “the old country” as it were. You had kept your distance from them, they mainly kept to themselves on the western side of the country. There were rumors about how ruthless the newest generation was, and how there was an alleged set of twins that were particularly nasty. 

“They haven’t been this far east in a long time. No…it couldn’t have been one of them…” You tried to reason.

“For your sake I hope you’re right and it was just some random dickhead adrenaline junkie. But you have to consider the possibility given that he wasn’t even phased by any of your Persuasion tricks.” He stood up from the stool and walked over to a small fridge in the corner, “still hungry?” 

You looked up at the sight of the open fridge and saw a few blood bags sitting on the top shelf, and your mouth instantly watered, and your gums itched to let down your sharp teeth. Blood bags weren’t ideal, and no Vampire would say it was their favorite way to eat, but they worked when necessary. “Since when do you keep blood bags?” You tried to keep your voice steady and held onto the table so you didn’t launch yourself at the fridge. 

“Since I seem to have little Vampires show up at my door at all hours of the night needing my help,” he said warmly before plucking a bag off the shelf and carrying it over to you. You took it instantly, ripping off the end of the tube that was connected to the bag, using it as a straw. It was almost embarrassing how fast you slurped it down, but Les handed you a second one to make sure you were ok. The two of you had a quiet understanding. He always stayed neutral when it came to the politics of supernatural creatures, never taking any sides and helped out whomever paid him what he was owed. Strictly business, he always said. His neutrality was what earned him his respect, but he never helped out hunters. Even though he was an arms dealer, he had never once done any sort of work with them. Not for any virtuous reason, but they had fucked him over a few too many times and he just couldn’t be bothered with them after that. 

“The sun will be up soon…you need to get home before it does.” You glanced up at the clock on the wall, and saw you had about an hour before proper sunrise. Shit, you’d have to hurry to get back across the city to your apartment. 

Standing up, you place the second empty blood bag on the table, “thanks, Les,” 

“Any time, kid,” he always referred to you as ‘kid’, even if you were as far as you knew centuries older than him, “just promise to not be stupid out there, ok?” 

You nodded as you slipped out the door, and back into the night. 

~*~

However, across town, a particular hunter was not having a good night. Not only did you completely give him the slip, he lost his only lead on the case he had been given by his father. Typically, he worked cases with his twin, Jake, but this was one of his first solo missions, and he wanted to prove himself. He sat in his kitchen, pouring over the evidence folders he had been given, looking at the photos of dead bodies, all with familiar puncture wounds on their necks. It didn’t take a genius to know a Vampire did it, and this one was sloppy. One of the bodies was found in a shopping center parking lot, and was nearly discovered by other humans who still didn’t know Vampires existed. The hunter had wondered what ignorance felt like, and if it was as blissful as often described. He never had the chance to know if the world truly had monsters or not. His bedtime stories were always filled with creatures, his schoolwork always supplemented by “additional” education at home. He knew what weapons were best for whatever creature by the time he was in third grade. 

He knew Vampires couldn’t stand silver, and had even witnessed it first hand when a particularly stupid one tried to break into his family's house when he was roughly six years old. The vampire had gotten ahold of his twin and he had the wherewithal to grab one of the knives hidden under his bed and stabbed the creature in the leg, disarming him until his parents rushed in and…took care of it. That was the night he saw a Vampire die for the first time as well. A silver tipped stake, shot out of his fathers crossbow directly into its heart. It didn’t turn into dust, like he thought. The creature collapsed onto the ground, lifeless, but it was what happened to the body that startled him. The skin shrank back and turned this disgusting gray color, almost shriveled on the bones, especially in the face. The eyes glazed over in a yellow cast, stuck open in surprise from being shot, and the death rattle it emitted would haunt his nightmares for months.

The hunter sat back, running his hand over his face, trying to think of any other leads. His mind kept circling back to the alley, and how easily you got past him. He thanked his lucky stars his brothers hadn’t been present, or else he would’ve never heard the end of it, especially from the youngest of the four. It pissed him off how ill prepared he was, he had been so confident going into that bar that he’d capture you and take you back to his family’s estate for questioning. The idea of dragging you in front of his father had spurred him on for over a week as he tracked your whereabouts. He could have, and was usually instructed to just kill you and be done with it, but he had the thought that you might be useful in leaking any other information on the Vampire nests that infested the city. It took a lot to impress their father, especially when it came to hunting because of how important their work was. Ridding the world of that filth and keeping fellow humans safe was paramount. 

However, his brain would not stop flashing back to how you looked, and he hated himself for it. The stupid ponytail you had your hair in, the laughable get-up you had on to “blend in” with the other humans, the giggle you let out when he spoke to you, the way your eyes sparkled as you listened, but it was all a ruse. A sham, no different than a cheetah blending into the savannah grass in hopes to capture a gazelle. He closed his eyes as he remembered the kiss, still a little shocked that kissing a Vampire wasn’t much different than kissing another human. The warmth of your body surprised him the most. He hadn’t expected your hands to be so soft, let alone your lips. He hated himself even more for thinking about it like that. These were rookie thoughts about rookie mistakes and he had too much experience under his belt to get distracted by a single Vampire. He had to focus. 

But most importantly, he had to find you again to get the answers he was desperate for. 

~*~

Weeks went by and you hadn’t had any run-ins with that annoying human. You had been living your life in relative peace. Feeding where you could and being extra careful to not leave behind any “evidence”. Heeding Les’ advice, you kept yourself out of trouble. You were being good! 

The human in your possession had been very easy to lure into the back corner of the park, where the trees were thicker and people hardly walked by. You had him up against a tree, fangs clamped into his throat as you enjoyed the rush of blood into your mouth. You almost moaned at the taste, your left hand gripping his hair to hold his head still. As always you instructed the human to remain quiet, assuring him that he wouldn’t remember any of this when you were finished. 

You were so close to being fully sated, seconds away from being finished when you heard a familiar, and aggravating voice behind you, “let him go.” 

With a small gasp, you pulled your mouth away from the human's throat and looked over your shoulder at the source of the words, “... can I help you?”

“I want you to get the fuck away from that man, for starters,” the hunter said. 

Rolling your eyes, “Ok, fine.” You turned to the human, who was still in a daze from being fed on. Quickly, you bit into your finger to draw some of your own blood, rubbing it into the wounds of his throat to heal them as if they were never there. You took his chin between  your thumb and index finger, looking him directly into the eyes as you instructed, “I need you to go home, you were never here in the park, you don’t remember me, or the lughead behind me.” The hunter scoffed at that, “you’re going to go home, eat some food, take some iron, and go to bed. Now go on and get a cab.” You smiled, tapping his cheek as the human nodded, and walked off into the main area of the park and out of sight. 

“See? Catch and release!” You turned toward the hunter and threw your hand at the direction the human had walked off towards. 

The hunter rolled his eyes, “You know I could kill you for even doing that.” 

“And yet here I am. Alive.”

“‘Alive’ is debatable.” 

You fully turned towards him, leaning back against the tree. “Alright, Boy Scout, what do you actually want with me?” 

In a speed that you weren’t aware humans possessed, the hunter was on you once again like in the alley that first night, silver knife once again pressing into your throat, burning the skin. “I just have a few questions.” 

You threw your hands up near your face, you weren’t risking him cuffing you again. “Yeah? Same here.” He was so close, his face inches from yours. This time the moon was shining overhead, its nearly full face was reflected in those big brown eyes of his. They looked so determined as they glared at you, he wasn’t faking his disgust at all. 

He ignored your response, “well, since we last met,” he hissed, his mouth twisting into a snarl, “three more bodies showed up just outside the city.” 

“Once again, that wasn’t me,” you emphasized, rolling your eyes. 

“I know your kind are more in contact than you’d like for us to believe, do you know of anyone who would be sloppy enough to do that?”

Staring at him, “it's not like we go over that in the meetings,” you deadpanned. He pressed the knife even further into your skin, blood starting to trickle out of the wound, “Ok! No, I haven't heard anything. None of my friends are that stupid. Anyone who leaves bodies behind like that are normally really young and either don’t know any better, or don’t give a shit.”

“Do you know of any new Vampires around this town?”

“I haven’t heard of any newbies for awhile. We’re more selective than you think.”

“How did you get turned?” For a fraction of a second you saw his face soften, as if he hadn’t meant to ask that out loud. 

But the question itself made you pause. You never thought about the how, and why you were turned. It was so long ago that you firmly shut the door to your previous life in your mind. You weren’t one of those self-loathing Vampires who felt cursed by their existence. You loved your life. You loved the power you had, forever young, being able to do whatever you wanted and go wherever the wind took you. Longing for human life was only in the movies. Being turned freed you in so many ways, any reminder of before was unnecessary. You weren’t that kid anymore. You never would be again, and you were fine with that. 

Cutting your reverie short, you straightened your shoulders against the tree, and smirked at him, “personal questions like that require dinner.” 

“Yeah well I’m not a big fan of the kind of dinner you like,” the corners of his mouth twitched. Did he almost smile? Whatever expression it was, it was gone instantly. The snarl returned. 

The two of you stood there, staring at each other. The mutual resentment was palpable. 

“All these questions, Boy Scout, and I still don’t have your name.” 

He studied you for a second, weighing his options. He briefly thought about giving you a fake name, but his ego wanted you to know exactly who he was. His name had weight in their world, it meant something. Well, his last name did. His first name on its own hadn’t been given its own reputation yet. He had always been in a unit with his brothers that just their last name was all they needed to get anywhere. It struck fear into other creatures. Sometimes, fear is good. 

“Josh.” 

You were really being pinned to a tree by a man named Josh? Of fucking course. You were right by calling him Boy Scout, it fit almost too perfectly. 

“Josh what?” You narrowed your eyes, he was playing keepaway with the details on purpose. 

Pressing the knife even further into your throat, the dark blood trickling even more onto the knife, spilling onto his thumb that held it in place. Vampire blood was different from humans, not nearly as red, but a darker, sludgier color. The stain it left was unmistakable. 

He leaned even closer to your face, all but whispering, “...Kiszka” 

Well, fuck.

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[k-a-s-e-y-1-4]

Lloyd gets kidnapped again but what happens next is up to you?:

Warnings: Talk of someone being used as an object, sexualization of a minor

Lloyd was running again. Well Lloyd’s been on the run his entire life but that’s a different story. Right now he was running from two hooded figures who tried to attack him and he would have knocked them out and handed them over to the police, however they both pulled guns so Lloyd just started running. 

He didn’t get a good look at either of their faces as they were completely covered up by masks and he’s kicking himself for it now. Whatever it’s fine right now he had to worry about out running these two wannabe kidnappers. 

A gunshot rings in his ears and he ducks and keeps running. Shit they’re getting closer they’re fast. Most the time when people try and hurt him he can either put them in their place or out run them but these two were certainly an exception. 

He hopes Kai and Jay won’t be too loud for running off. Kai and Jay went into the Grocery store to grab somethings for dinner tonight because Zane was cooking tonight and Zane needed special ingredients for this meal. Lloyd wanted to go get the latest comic for his collection and then he meet up with them outside when they were done. This time he finished his shopping before them so he was sitting on the bench outside when they both came up and attempted to jump him. Hence the attempt Lloyd could have totally kicked their asses had they not pulled out a gun, where’d they even get guns? 

Lloyd begun to slow down as he couldn’t hear them coming after him anymore. Good, he was getting tired although he wouldn’t admit it. Sure he’d have to take a different, longer route home today but it was better than running all the way. 

He felt something cold and hard on the back of his head and a deep voice that said, “Don’t move a muscle or I’ll shoot.” 

Lloyd moved his hands up and looked up to find the second dude standing in front of him and glaring down at him. Damnit Lloyd thought he out ran them apparently they out smarted him. 

“Josh c’mon we don’t have all day, I want my money.” The dude infront of him stated.

So this dude’s name was Josh, good to know and they were getting paid so someone else had to be the cause of this. 

“Alright, alright calm down, damn I thought I was going to have to shoot him.” 

He felt the surface leave the back of his head and then heard wind rushing and suddenly he was out, as his vision blurred to black and lost consciousness quickly. 

                                    -

Lloyd struggled in the chains, trying not to make too much noise as he had no idea who was on the other side of the door. He tried to open the lock with a Bobby pin he had turned into a make shift lock pick. Don’t ask him where he got the lock pick. 

He had woken up chained to a chair in a dark room with its only light coming from a small lamp that hung above the table in front of him. He couldn’t remember anything else than he was running from people but he can’t remember who. Honestly this whole place reminded him of an interrogation room but based on the aching pain from the back of his head he doubts these are his buddies from law enforcement’s doing. 

How many times had he been kidnapped now? Had to be somewhere near 20 now at least. Lloyd hears the familiar click from the cuffs behind him and he can slowly feel the energy rush from his powers coming back. He slips his hands out of the vengestone cuffs. 

Before he can decide what to do next he hears footsteps nearing and manages to make it look like he’s still in the chains before the door opens. Not that he couldn’t take the person at the door it’s just most villains go on a rant about what they’re going to do and Lloyd wants at least a little bit of an idea of what he got himself into. 

The door opens to reveal a man in his late forties - early fifties, in a tight black suit. He shuts the door behind him as he walks in. 

“Welcome back to the living green ninja, how was your nap?” He stands on the other side of the table staring at Lloyd with a smug smile.

Lloyd didn’t recognize this man nor could he think of single way he could have affected him. “It was nice, now if you would I would like to get back to that.” 

The man lets out a chuckle. “Quite snarky are you?” 

“Listen I don’t care what you have to say about me, can’t we just get to the revenge speech where you tell me what you want?” 

“Oh don’t be so impatient green ninja, I mean I had to wait for you to wake up, you could at least let me give my speech.” He replied.

Lloyd sighed. “Well go ahead I don’t have all day.” 

He gave Lloyd a look. “Huh, well I can see why the boys liked you so much.” 

Lloyd gave him a confused glare.

The man leaned on the table and stared him straight in the face. “Such a pretty face on a waste of a man.”

“I’m not sure if that was homophobia, pedophilla or a little bit of both but I want no parts of it dude.”

“I’m just saying it’s such a waste for someone like you to go unused I’m sure you make a ton of money with a body like that.” The man’s says beginning to circle the table. 

“There’s so much in that sentence that’s disturbing but I think the worse is that you’re like 70 and checking me out, sir I’m like 17 hell no.” Lloyd musters out disgusted, backing up as much as he can in his chair. 

“Wow 70? C’mon I know I don’t look that old.” 

“Yeah you look older, is 85 right?” 

He gives look a glare. “You’re quite rude, I hope you know that.”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t give respect to someone that refers to me like a prostitute, oh wait I’m not.” 

“I wasn’t calling you a sex worker I was just-“

“You were sure as hell implying it, I know that.” Lloyd interjects. “Is that why you snatched me? To fuck you?” 

“No! I’m sure you’d be a fun time we have a different need for you.” The man replies.

“And that is?” 

The man grins. “Well this facility needs a power source y’know?” 

Of course why is Lloyd not surprised. They always want to drain his powers why couldn’t it be something interesting at least. 

“So we brought you here to drain your powers.” The man continues. “Possibly kill you, I don’t know, hey if you survive I’m sure you’d make a lovely pole dancer.” 

With that Lloyd had heard enough. He slipped out of his chains again and blasted the man before he had a chance to think. He slammed hard into the wall and crumpled on the floor. Lloyd took his chance and ran towards the door that surprisingly wasn’t locked and had no guards around. The door seemed to be in the middle of the hallway with no one in it, neither seemed to a dead giveaway to lead out either. 

Lloyd wasn’t sure what to do, he obviously didn’t want to stay but he didn’t want to just randomly chose a door and end up captured again. 

What’s next?:

Go left and hope for the best

Go right because right is always right

Climb and hide in the ceiling to get more information and hopefully get out

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Shit Happens

Previous

Carl unlocked the gates once T-Dog called out that the food had arrived.

"What you got?" The kid asked.

"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans, theres' a lot more where this came from." T-Dog said, carrying it through to one of the cells.

Sully jogged towards Natalia, sniffing the stuff she was carrying as he walked by her side.

"Any change?" Rick asked the make shift infirmary cell.

"Bleeding is under control and no fever" Lori said. "But his breath is laboured and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet."

"Take my cuffs, put them on him." Rick told Glenn. "I'm not taking any chances."

Carl helped T and Natalia whilst Rick talked to Lori, Natalia was still fuming about what had happened in the cafeteria, she should have killed him and let Rick kill her after, least she'd be taking the creep down before he could do anything to anyone else.

"Nat, T, come on, let's go." Rick called out once their conversation was done.

"Stay with Carl, Sul, I'll be back. Be a good boy, will you." She gave the dog a treat as she rubbed his head, scratching behind his ears.

"Hey, I don't blame you" T-Dog told her as they walked back out the door.

"Least someone agrees with me." She scoffed.

Rick could hear them, he didn't say anything for the moment. Once they got back to the prisoners and Daryl, Rick layed the weapons on the table, for them to choose from.

Tomas picked up the crowbar, looking at it.

"Why do I need this, when I got this?" He asked, taking out his gun once again.

"You don't fire guns" Daryl said. "Not unless your backs up against the wall, noise attracts them, it really riles them up."

"We'll go two by two. Daryl will point with T. I'll bring up the rear with you. Stay tight, hold formation, no matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down, anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe in the head."

"And that's where you aim, these things only go down with a head shot." Daryl explained.

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man"

"They ain't men. They're something else."

"Just remember, to go for the brain."

The prisoners picked up their weapons to get ready.

"And what about you little lady, ain't got a partner?" Axel asked.

"She can handle herself just fine." Daryl told him, catching her off guard.

"Nat here was on her own, been surviving like that for a while, hell, she damn near saved our lives and ended it." T joined in.

"You broke into my house and refused to leave." She scoffed, walking after the others.

"Why'd ya call your dog Sully?" Big Tiny asked her, they'd clearly seen her bidding the animal goodbye.

"You ever seen Monsters Inc? One with the monsters who have jobs?"

"Yeah, once." He replied.

"The big blue one, he's called Sully."

"You picked that?" Axel asked.

"No."

"It's a stupid name, who'd you let name your dog that?" Andrew included himself into the conversation.

"What you do to end up in prison, show the world how much of a fucking brainless idiot you are?" Natalia turned on the man, the people in the group slightly thrown off by her sudden aggression.

"Jeez, was just a question, uptight bitch" Andrew grumbled.

"Well mind yer own business." Daryl told him in a low voice.

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." Oscar complained as they walked through the dark hallways.

"Gotta hold it up high out In front of you." Daryl told him, gesturing to raise the flashlight.

"You're gonna hear them before you see 'em." Tomas whispered.

A clanging sound came from behind a corner, unsettling some of the prisoners.

"It's coming!" Axel called out.

"Shh." Rick hissed.

A lone walker trudged past the corner, Daryl raised his hand in the air, counting down, but before he could reach one, the prisoners ran at the dead prisoners yelling and shouting.

The four watched as the prisoners punched, kicked and beat the other walkers that came out.

"These guys are idiots, why are we helping them?" Natalia asked.

"Cause we have a deal." Rick sighed.

"We're wasting time." Natalia scoffed, pulling out two knifes, pushing Axel out of the way so that she could plunge one in the head of a walker that was getting its gut punched in, then handling the one Oscar was kicking, before taking out the third, as the prisoners stared at her. "Are we done? Can we move on now?"

"Let's go" Rick ordered, nodding at T and Daryl to lead the way again.

Once again, a walker by itself walked round the corner.

"It's gotta be the brain" Daryl said, shooting it in the head with his crossbow. "Not the stomach, not the heart, the brain."

"I hear you, the brain." Axel repeated as another one came at them.

Oscar, Axel and Rick took out three as more kept coming.

"Stay in tight formation, no more prison riot crap." Rick told the group. 

Natalia noticed the biggest member of the group step back as everyone took out the walkers, one with long curly hair had followed him, she went to help when a walker that had been handcuffed struggled to get his hand's free, had managed to slip one out, although his hand had slid off the bone.

"Look out!" She called as it reached for Big Tiny's back. She threw a knife at the walker, causing it to drop dead as the knife imbedded itself in the skull of the walking dead prisoner.

Though what she didn't account for, is the walker that had sized her up as a meal, falling into her and sending them both to the ground, She struggled to get it's face away from hers as it snarled and spat at her.

It had ceased when a metal arrows head poked through, almost firing into her.

Natalia pushed the walker off of her, Rick quick to help her get to her feet.

"You alright?" Rick asked.

"Fine." She caught her breath.

"You saved my life." Big Tiny expressed, picking up the woman as he hugged her, almost crushing her bones.

"Don't mention it." She patted his back. "You can put me down now."

"Oh, right, my bad." He smiled shyly, dropping Natalia down so she could stand on her own feet.

As they went to continue, another walker had walked round the corner, Big Tiny hadn't noticed it until it was biting into the mans side.

"Argh!" He screamed out.

Tomas was quicker than everyone else, shooting two bullets into it's skull.

"Oh my God!" Natalia gasped, looking at the bite as Rick stared down Tomas, before coming to his senses and gently nudging Natalia out of the way so he could get a better look with the flashlight.

"I'm telling you man, I don't feel anything, it's just a little bite."

"I'm sorry, man." Rick sighed, knowing what would happen.

"I can keep fighting!" He argued.

"You cut that old guys leg off to save his life." Andrew brought up.

"Look at where the bite is"

"Guys, I'm fine! Just, I'm fine." He repeated, trying to reassure Rick.

"It's slow, you don't always get hit with it so soon." Natalia sighed.

"Look at me... I'm not changing into one of those things."

"Look, man, there has to be something that we can do." Oscar said "We could just lock him up."

"Quarantine him." Axel joined in.

"We gotta do something. Why you just standing there? We gotta save him."

"There's nothing we can do." Rick disagreed.

"You son of a bitch" Andrew cursed.

"I'm all right."

Tomas charged forward, shoving Natalia out of his way and onto the floor, before bashing his weapon into Big Tiny's head, letting the man fall to the ground as well, he looked at the bloody weapon for a moment, bringing it back down onto the mans skull repeatedly, sending blood and brain matter splatting everywhere.

Natalia crawled back as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide, she had killed many times before, but never so gruesomely, never like the man had just done, she was a survivalist, he was psychotic.

Two hands gripped her arms, pulling her up, she looked behind her quickly before noticing that it was T-Dog, Daryl beside him.

"You alright, got hurt?" T asked.

"I- I'm." She looked back, letting the rest of her sentence die down in her throat.

Once Tomas was satisfied the job was done, he looked back at Rick before walking ahead once more.

Daryl walked toward the handcuffed walker, pulling out the knife and wiping it on the overalls, passing it back to Natalia as the others headed after Tomas.

"Thanks" She muttered. "And for..."

"Let's go." He grumbled, nodding for her to go first.

Rick, Natalia and Daryl stayed behind the others as they walked down the dark hallways.

"You see the look on his face? How he threw Nat?" Daryl asked Rick.

"He makes one move." Rick told the pair.

"Just give me a signal." Daryl finished his sentence.

"I shouldn't of let you stop me earlier, told you I got a knack for this kinda thing." Natalia gritted.

The group made it to the laundromat, inspecting the empty room, just in case anything jumped out at them.

Snarling and banging came from the double doors in the room.

Daryl chucked his ring of keys at Tomas as they neared it.

"I ain't opening that." Tomas said.

"Yes, you are." Rick told him. "If you want this cell block. You're gonna open that door. Just the one, not both of them. Because we need to control this."

With a sigh, Tomas bent down and picked up the ring of keys, looking at the group before stepping towards the door and unlocking it.

"You bitches ready?" He asked, he struggled to open the door. "I got this."

Tomas pulled one more time, opening both doors before jumping back.

"I said one door!" Rick shouted at him.

"Shit happens."

The group fought off the overloading herd of walkers that followed out from the double doors, spreading everyone out.

Natalia pulled her knife out of one head, dropping it to the floor as she watched Tomas purposely try and take Rick out, who had narrowly missed it, causing her to almost forget about the walker that came straight for her.

Natalia dealt with it before running to Ricks side, who was now on the floor from a walker being thrown at him by the Hispanic.

She plunged the knife through its head, letting the man push it off him as she helped him get to his feet.

"T, mind the gap!" Daryl shouted out, also seeing what had just happened.

"Thanks." Rick said to the woman.

"Just paying you back." She said, fighting against another walker that came at her. "Now deal with our other problem."

He nodded at her in agreement, Rick knew what he had to do.

Soon enough, the laundromat was rid of hungry walkers.

Daryl aimed his crossbow at Tomas who shrugged off Ricks heavy stare as he walked towards him.

"It was coming at me, bro." Tomas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Rick agreed. "I get it. Shit happens."

The laundromat was silent as Rick and Tomas had a stare off.

Until Rick swung his arm back, the one carrying the machete, before bringing it down onto Tomas's head, pushing it down so that he landed on his knees before dropping to the ground.

"No!" Andrew cried out, attempting to hit Rick with his bat. Natalia tugged out her handgun from her waistband, aiming it at him.

"Easy now" Daryl said, moving the aim of his crossbow.

Andrew looked at the pair before turning back to Rick, realising he had no options here. He spun around, running out of the door.

"I got him" Rick told the three as he chased after the prisoner.

Daryl and Natalia pointed their weapons at the other two prisoners, T-Dog quick to copy with his own gun.

"Man, get down on your knees." Daryl ordered.

"We don't have no affiliation to what just happened!" Axel told the three. "Tell him, Oscar!"

"Stop talking, man" Oscar said, his hands up in surrender.

Rick soon enough came back, raising his own gun at the prisoners.

"We didn't have nothing to do with that." Oscar said.

"You didn't know?" Rick asked him. "You knew, let's end this now." Rick moved to point his gun at Axels head.

"Sir, please, listen to me!" Axel cried. "It was them that was bad, it wasn't us."

"Oh, that's convenient."

"You saw what he did to Tiny! He was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm no killer." Axel pleaded, Natalia scoffed at him. 

"Oscar here, he's a B and E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent guys, they were! Please, I swear to God! I wanna live!"

Rick turned back around and aimed his gun at Oscar.

"What about you?" Rick asked when he still had said nothing.

"I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I aint about to start now. So you do what you gotta do."

Natalia eventually put her gun back on safety, tucking it back in the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.

Rick took this as a sign, lowering his own gun, letting the pair stand up.

Daryl grabbed a hold of Axels overalls pushing him to walk forward to cell block D, using his keys that he picked back up to unlock the door, throwing the man onto the ground.

The Cell block was full of dead prisoners lying on the ground just outside their cells, their hands zip tied behind their backs and blood coming out from their heads, where they had clearly been shot.

"Oh, man." Oscar sighed.

"I knew these guys." Axel whimpered. "These were good men."

Natalia couldn't help the thought that they were in prison not let her fully believe what he said.

"Let's go." Rick told the three.

"So, you're just gonna leave us in here?" Oscar asked him. "Man, this is sick."

"We're locking down this cell block. From now on, this part of the prison is yours, take it or leave it, that was the deal." Rick shrugged.

"You think this is sick? You don't wanna know what's outside." Daryl offered.

"Consider yourselves the lucky ones."

"Sorry about your friends, man."

Natalia followed after Rick and Daryl.

"A word of advice, take those bodies out and burn them." T-Dog finalised before leaving as well.

"What a day" Natalia sighed, stretching her arms up high.

"Yer lucky yer still breathing." Daryl told her.

"Yeah, well, falling on my ass twice and saving a mans life before his horrific death, all without dying, I would say that's pretty lucky."

"Lets just get back and see how Hershel's doing" Rick told them, scratching at his beard.

"Hey, that was pretty badass, what you did with the machete and the dramatic pause, but I still think my idea was way better." Natalia told Rick.

"It wasn't really for a show. Your way was barbaric"

"I know, but it would of been gratifying, would make me feel a damn lot better." She shrugged.

"Hershel stopped breathing" Carls voice could be heard as the group walked into the cell block. "Mom saved him."

"Its true." Glenn clarified.

Natalia slid down the wall facing outside the cell as everyone filled it, Sully jogging to her side as he nudged his head against her chest, making her raise her hands to hold his face, scruffing up his fur as she kissed the top of his head.

"Daddy?" Maggie called to her father, followed by a more excited Beth as the man opened his eyes.

Hershel had made it, and Rick was to thank for that.

The sun was shining as Natalia walked round the field with Sully, throwing around a ball she found for the dog to catch and bring back as Rick, Daryl, Carol and T-Dog brought in the cars.

"Hey, Nat, you helping out today?" Daryl shouted over to the woman, gesturing for her to come over.

"Come on, boy." She called to her dog, walking over.

"It's gonna be a long day." T-Dog told her. "Collecting and burning bodies."

"How exciting, so glad you asked me to help out." Natalia teased.

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Carol asked.

"On watch, right?" Natalia asked, looking around for the pair.

"Yeah, up in the guard tower." Daryl pointed up at the tower.

"Guard tower, they were up there just last night." Rick reminded.

"Must've been a lot to scope out."

"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl called up.

The head of Glenn popped up through the window, unlocking the door and walking out as he was in the middle of getting dressed.

"Hey! What's up, guys?" Glenn called down, doing up the button of his jeans.

"You coming?" Daryl asked him.

"What?"

"You coming?" He repeated.

Glenn looked towards Maggie unsure of the question as everyone stifled laughs.

"Come on, we could use a hand."

"Yeah, we'll be right down." Glenn raised a finger as a dishevelled Maggie looked down unapprovingly.

"Least someone's getting some action." Natalia mused.

"Maybe you can try your luck with one of them" T-Dog pointed from behind them, causing the group to turn around.

Axel and Oscar had walked up to their side of the fence, looking down on the others.

"Come with me" Rick muttered, walking towards the fence, the other four on his heels.

Natalia slipped the gun out from behind her belt, holding it tightly just in case.

"That's close enough." Rick told the prisoners. "We had an agreement."

"Please, mister. We know that." Axel pleaded as Maggie and Glenn came out from the red door behind them. "But you gotta understand  we can't live in that place another minute. You follow me? All the bodies, people we knew, blood, brains, everywhere. There's ghosts."

"Why don't you move the bodies out?" Daryl asked.

"You should be burning them" T added.

"We tried. We did."

"The fence is down on the far side of the prison. Every time we drag a body out, those things just line up. Dropping the body and just running back inside." Oscar explained.

"Look, we had nothing to do with Tomas and Andrew. Nothing. You trying to prove a point. You proved it, bro. We'll do whatever it takes to be part of your group. Just please, please... don't make us live in that place."

"You can always leave" Natalia said.

Axel looked at Natalia before back at Rick.

"Our deal is non negotiable." Rick told the two prisoners. You either live in your cell block, or as Nat said, or you can leave."

"I told you this was a waste of time." Oscar told Axel. "They ain't no different than the pricks who shot up our boys. You know how many friends corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw them out, like. These were good guys. Good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in this joint, like Tomas and Andrew. Now we've all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I'm not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me  we've paid our due enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole."

Rick turned around, to where Natalia and Daryl were both stood, his eyes asking their thoughts, at first she thought it was just to Daryl until his eyes shifted to hers, each both shook their heads.

"The road it is then." Rick told them.

Daryl escorted the pair into the outer gate where one of the cars still sat whilst Rick deliberated with everyone else.

"Are you serious, you want them living in a cell next to you? They'll just be waiting for a chance to grab our weapons. You want to go back to sleeping with one eye open?" Rick asked T-Dog.

"I never stopped. We let Nat join us, she could of easily done the same thing, now look at her, locking her cell at night so we can't get in."

"Hey, mind your own business, I let you people in, besides, I've never been in prison, from committing a crime!" Natalia defended herself.

"And we're all grateful for that" T-Dog told her. "But what I'm saying is, I think we should bring them into the fold. If we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves."

"If you think they're that incapable on their own, what use are they to us?" She asked him.

"I don't know, Axel seems a little unstable." Glenn joined in.

"After all we've been through? We've fought so hard for all this, what if they decide to take it?" Carol asked.

"It's just been us for so long. They're strangers. I don't... it feels weird all of a sudden to have these other people around." Maggie sighed.

"You brought us in" T-Dog reminded her.

"Yeah, but you turned up with a shot boy in your arms. Didn't give us a choice."

Natalia looked between the group, she had been with them for around two months, she didn't realise how much she actually closed her self off from the group until finding out that Carl had been shot, just now.

"They can't even kill walkers." Glenn brought up.

"They're convicts, bottom line."

"Yeah, both points I've been making, thank you."

"Those two might actually have less blood on their hands then we do, especially Nat." T-dog said, making Natalia scoff as she bit her lip.

"I get guys like this. Hell, I grew up with them. They're degenerates, but they aint psychos. I could have been in there with them just as easy as I'm out here with you guys." Daryl said, seeming to have swayed his vote.

"So are you with me?" T asked him.

"Hell, no. Let 'em take their chances out on the road like we did." He finished with, bringing back Natalia's hope in him.

"What I'm saying, Daryl-"

"When I was a rookie, I arrested this kid. Nineteen years old, wanted for stabbing his girlfriend." Rick started. "The kid blubbered like a baby during the interrogation, during the trial suckered the jury. He was acquitted due to insufficient evidence, and then two weeks later, shot another girl. We've been through too much. Our deal with them stands." Rick finalised, walking away, the rest following except for T-Dog, who eventually came to his senses and caught up.

"Move the cars to the upper yard. Point 'em facing out. They'll be out of the way but ready to go if we ever need to bail." Rick told Glenn, chucking him the keys, who jogged ahead. "We'll give the prisoners a weeks worth of supplies for the road."

"Might not last a week." T-Dog sighed.

"It's their choice." Rick shrugged.

"Did they really have one?"

Natalia ignored the conversation, leaning against the fence, Sully by her side as the vehicles were being moved.

"Twin cylinder. is that a Triumph?" Axel asked Daryl as he hopped on his motorcycle.

"Don't even look at it." He threatened the prisoner, struggling to start it up.

"Don't want it bored out?" Axel tried again at making conversation. "Sounds like it could use a tune up. I'm pretty handy with a wrench." He shouted over the revs of the bike starting. "Heads are leakin', I know my bikes!"

"Man, will you just stop?" Oscar asked the blond, also watching the pair interact. "Have some balls."

"Just sayin'"

Natalia leaned off the fence as Glenn was closing it, walking back up with the others.

Carol was moving the red truck as Daryl, Rick and Natalia climbed through the hole in the fence, planning on heading for the woods, Glenn caught up after giving food to the prisoners.

"Should I take her out?" Glenn asked, pointing to the walker on the other side of the water.

"No." Rick told him. "If that armoury hadn't been picked clean, we could spare the ammo."

"I'll start making runs" Daryl offered. "The sooner the better."

"We'll throw as much wood as we can in the dog run."

"Won't fire attract more walkers? Maybe we should bury them." Glenn suggested.

"You wanna count how many bodies that is we'd have to bury?" Natalia asked him, looking over her shoulder to see that Daryl was still stood at the gate, looking into the woods.

"Besides, we're behind the fence. It's worth the one-time risk to get rid of the bodies for good. I don't want to be planting crops in walker-rotted soil."

"I don't get why I'm out here collecting fire like a lumberjack, I could've helped with the cars" Natalia sighed as they began making piles.

"Can you even drive?" Glenn asked her.

"Yes, are you old enough?"

"I'm 22."

"I'm 26."

"Liar. There's no way you were walking and talking by the time I was even born." Glenn rejected.

"Believe it, kiddo."

"We've never seen you drive, we've seen them." Rick said. "When was the last time you drove a car?"

"Uhm, probably nearly three years ago?”

"Why so long?" Glenn asked, surprised by her answer.

"That's a personal question." Natalia said. "But I still know how to, besides, I didn't need to, my boyfriend did, but he's dead, so it's up to me again."

"Oh, uh, well I think this is enough firewood, so we should head back." Rick cleared his throat.

The four of them walked back towards the fence, only three of them carrying firewood as Daryl carried his crossbow, helpful.

"Looky here" Daryl said, holding the fence open for the others to get through.

Natalia was the last to climb out, chucking the logs of wood into the pile the other two placed theirs as they all watched Hershel, on crutches, walk around the courtyard.

"He is one tough son of a bitch" Glenn grinned. "Alright Hershel!"

"Shh! Keep your cheers down" Daryl muttered to Glenn, gesturing to the walkers roaming around outside the fences.

"Oh, man, can't we just have one good day?" The Korean sighed.

"Don't go jinxing it." Natalia told him.

The four smiled at the others, happy for Hershel's achievement, until Natalia noticed something behind Carl.

"Shit!" She cursed, instantly reaching for her knifes.

"Walkers!" Carl screamed, turning around. "Look out!"

"No!" Rick shouted, sprinting down the fences, Daryl following and Natalia right in front, Glenn skidded back to tie the fence back up in order to not get outsiders coming in either.

"Get out of there! Now!"

Natalia reached the gate first.

"Keys! I need the keys!" She screamed out.

Glenn chucked the keys to Daryl, who threw them to Rick who then tossed them to Natalia, who unlocked the gate, throwing it open so the others could get through.

"Move!" She shouted at the two prisoners, running for the other gate to unlock it.

"Come on! Come on!" Daryl shouted.

"I'm trying! It's stuck!"

"Out my way" Rick moved in front of Natalia, trying his luck.

"Got it" He eventually said, throwing the gate open.

"Hey, bro, what about us?" Axel cried out as the four ran up to the prison.

He was ignored.

Rick and Natalia shot walkers, landing headshots, Daryl took a few out with his crossbow, whilst Glenn opted for his machete.

"What the hell happened?" Rick shouted at Beth and Hershel, who were safe in a cage, Natalia could thank the lords above that they had brought Sully with them.

"The gate was open!" Beth answered him.

"Where's Lori, Carl... everyone else?"

"Maggie led Lori and Carl into C block." Hershel replied.

"And T was bit." Beth added.

"Anyone else?"

"I couldn't tell."

"Stay put." Rick instructed, turning around to take out another walker.

"Those chains didn't break on their own." Glenn reported back, once they had got all the walkers in the courtyard. "Someone took an axe or cutters to 'em."

Daryl, Rick and Natalia turned around to find Axel and Oscar walking up.

"How convenient they show up now." Natalia commented, aiming her gun at them.

"You think they did it?" Glenn asked.

"Who else?" Rick said.

Just then, an alarm blared around the prison.

"What's that? Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"

Glenn, Natalia and Rick shot at the speakers, but not ceasing the alarms.

"Kill it!" Hershel shouted.

"How the hell can this be happening?" Rick asked the prisoners, pointing his gun in their faces.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! It must be the back up generators." Oscar said.

"Well how do you turn those on?"

"There's three that's connected to a diesel tank, okay? Each one controls a certain part of the prison. The hacks shut 'em all off when the prison was overrun."

"Can someone open up the gates electronically with full power?" Rick pointed at the main gates.

"I only worked in there a few days. I... I guess it might be possible."

"Come with us!" Rick grabbed Oscar by the overalls, running to the cell blocks.

Once they got to it, there were a few bodies on the ground, but Carl, Maggie and Lori were nowhere in sight.

"We just took out five of 'em in there." Daryl said, grabbing one of his arrows.

"There were four in here but no sign of Lori or any of them." Rick reported back.

"Must've been pushed back into the prison."

"Somebody is playing games!" Rick exclaimed. "We'll split up and look for the others."

"We need to shut this alarm off" Natalia said.

"We will, whoever gets to the generators first, shut them down! Lets go!"

They ran back out the cell block, the prisoners accompanying  them.

Glenn and Axel ran off, but before anyone else could they got chased towards the generator room by a large group, forcing them through.

Daryl and Oscar kept the doors closed as Rick and Natalia looked around, guns held high.

"How do you shut these down?" Rick shouted, looking at the machinery.

"Go, help him, Nat, c'mere, switch" Daryl ordered.

Natalia helped hold the door closed as Oscar went to turn off the machines.

"Did you see how many was out there?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Was too busy running!" Daryl responded.

"We could take them."

"No!"

A loud cry sounded from the other side, before metal hitting metal.

"What's going on?"

"It's Andrew, he's alive!" She told them as they both struggled with the door, her being able to see slightly better than him.

"Alright, one... two  three!" The two stepped away from the door, Natalia readying her knife whilst Daryl reached for his crossbow.

The door flew open, Walkers entering as the pair took them out.

"Shoot him! We can take back this prison!" The voice of Andrew shouted. "What you waiting for? Do it! It's our house, shoot him!"

No one else said anything as a gunshot went off.

Daryl closed the door back up, both looking at each other before moving to see what had just happened. 

Oscar was holding Ricks gun, pointed straight ahead. then he spun it, handing it back to the man, Andrews dead body on the floor.

Rick took his gun back, holding it as he moved back towards the machines, turning dials and soon enough the alarms stopped.

"Let's go" Rick told them.

They walked down the dark hallways, only finding a few lone walkers, that Natalia was quick to take out, the others holding flashlights. Soon enough, they met back up with Glenn and Axel.

The six halted behind a corner, running past it quickly to be met with two walkers eating an corpse.

Rick took them both out, the bodies dropping, revealed what was left of T-Dog.

He was dead.

Glenn paced back. Natalia covered her mouth, not knowing what to do with herself.

Daryl bent down, picking up a red cloth, Carols headscarf.

Next.

[arcanesword]

ctrl + f game

Thank you @woodlandeelf for tagging me in this game. And here we go...

False from an unfinished/unposted chapter in love is never done so easily

“Shit!” Jason hissed as they watched Eddie say something into Chrissy’s ear and he gestured with his head towards her and Jason before…  Crap, they’re coming over… “Smile Jason,” Paige quickly elbowed him in the ribs as she plastered on a false smile and directed at their exes that were halfway to them, “And try to act normal.” “Yeah…” he breathed out before he took a huge swig of his beer and plastered on his own phony smile, “Act normal…”

Heat from When You Move Into My Airspace

Eddie nudges her again, but it’s only accidental because he’s shedding off his jacket.  She rolls her eyes and sighs because of course he’s hot…  Do not think of how hot he is…  Do not use the word “hot” when you think about him. Then he passes his jacket to her over the armrest.  She looks at the jacket that is probably still warm from his body heat… Don’t think about that…  She looks at him when she hears him say a quiet, “here,” and… and she is cold, so no one would blame her, so she might as well…

Swift from More Than This (Fair warning: this bit gets a tiny bit blue...)

“Is that enough, baby?  Are you a good girl again?” She shakes her head and taps his hand twice because she needs more.  Just a few more…  Then she feels two more spanks in swift succession against her stinging skin and she feels even more now.  Rough sheets against her nipples.  Her hair pulled out of the scrunchy and loose against her shoulders.  Cool air on her wet thighs.  Her skin stinging on her backside.  The hard edge of the cuffs digging into her wrists and the small of her back as his hand weighs down both of hers.

I linked the fics I took these from. Turns out, I don't use the word "swift" that often, so that was quite the search I went on to find it.😆

I am tagging @thegiddyowl, @1lostsoul0fishbowl, @pearlypairings, @achilleanenjolras, and @pearlofthewoods in this ctrl+f game with for the following words: howl, wistful, and mistake.

Just know you all got tagged because you are the last five mutuals who liked/reblogged one of my posts and that I know for certain writes. 😍 But seriously, no pressure. And to anyone I didn't tag but wants to participate, please do!

[the-dalseum-duet]

satis writes something wholesome for once?

with references to a much less wholesome unfinished piece whatever. just for context decided to throw in that Kai got a job as a bartender at the midnight gentlemen’s club while adam worked there and they would play up having a relationship with each other bc it stirred controversy and got them more monayyy. led to very conflicting feelings there. that’s it

this isn’t edited very well btw @svwhssftr

“No, really, I’m fine. I appreciate your offer, but she doesn't live anywhere near my new apartment. I love Eden Grove, but it’s not for me. I need action.” 

Adam paused and slid down the handle of his suitcase, adjusting his phone to his ear. “Yes, you and Crow can visit anytime you want. It’s a beautiful city.” 

He sharply gasped, nearly dropping his phone. “Charlie, why the hell didn’t you start with that? Oh my God, I’ll fly there as soon as I can! Who else have you told?”

He awkwardly smiled at the passerby in his terminal glaring at him and blocked his phone with his hand. “I’m so sorry, my sister just got engaged. I can’t contain myself.”

“Once I think about it, you wouldn't have any friends to tell. Hm. But that’s all going to change now that you’re home! You have so many incredible things waiting for you now.”

Adam rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, there’s nothing between us. Sonnet isn’t anywhere near stable enough to have a relationship yet, and I don’t think I could date them again in good conscience. Cambodia was absolutely beautiful, though. The temples were— oh, shit, I think we’re about to board. That’s so exciting for you! Send me a picture of an invitation. I want to know what I’m getting myself into before I buy another damn plane ticket.” 

He retrieved his suitcase and rolled his shoulders, preparing himself for the hours of flight he had ahead of him. “I love you, too. Tell Crow for me. Yeah, I’ll see you soon.” 

Never beating the brainrot allegations bruh I don’t have the attention span to write about adam and his fuckin plane ticket… nobody cares. We have all been through that before. We get the idea. Let’s just get to what i wanted to write for the sake of my mental health

“All clear,” a voice behind him stated into his radio, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve before he briskly cut through the line of passengers.

“Oh my God,” Adam said–unintentionally out loud–once he recognized the stripes of black and white hair and admittedly diminutive stature. Of course, the man happened to turn around as soon as he opened his mouth. He cockily smiled for a split second before his face returned to his natural nonchalant expression. 

“Belle,” was all Kai said, half-nodding to acknowledge his presence. 

“This is wild,” Adam said. “I knew you worked as a pilot back in Dalseum, but I had no clue you’re still doing it. Hell, I haven’t talked to you since–”

“Noeul died,” they harmonized. 

“Yeah, I wanted to get out of that shithole as soon as I could. Sara’s a bitch, but thank God for her policies,” Kai said.

“Oh, speaking of Sara, Charlie just called me. They just got engaged.”

Kai’s eyes briefly widened. “Sara and Charlie?”

“Yeah, they’re getting married this summer.”

“Damn. Good for them, I guess.”

“I know you don’t care. I just needed to tell someone who knows them. Charlie’s been through so much, you know? She deserves this.”

“Yeah,” Kai monotonously replied. “Is Blaire moving back to Dalseum?”

“Oh, absolutely not. Sara’s moving to Eden Grove after her stand-in term is over.”

“Then who’s going to be in charge of Dalseum?”

“Marie and a few of the biggest Cocktail donors. Maybe Crow, once he gets older. He’s still deciding what he wants to do.”

“Do not let another Sang in any government position,” Kai sighed.

“I don’t know. He’s a lot more empathetic than he lets on.”

“He’s the reason the fuckin’ Court dissociated. He’s done enough.”

“The Court needed to die. None of them knew what they were doing except for Sara.”

“Yeah. Personally, they should just nuke the whole damn island and call it a day.”

“That would solve a lot of their issues,” Adam awkwardly replied, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. 

“So, where are you off to?”

“Back to my hometown in California to live with an old friend. It’s a few miles away from LA.”

“What’s going to happen to The Orchard?”

“Sold it. Sara’s administration is preserving it as a historical landmark.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah! It’s kind of surreal that the place I used to struggle to maintain is considered crucial to Dalseum history.”

“That’s fuckin’ wild.”

“They’re putting plaques all around the Palace and Lovesong about all that happened– it was Marie’s idea. She’s trying to make sure another Sang administration wipeout never happens again.”

“Marie’s always been a smart girl. Never lets anything go.”

“Except for her arm, I guess.”

Kai sharply laughed. Adam jumped.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” Kai hummed. “Oh, I needed that this morning.”

“Are you good?”

“Just tired. Actually working after years of fucking around with some rich slut is not as fun as I expected.”

“Yeah. Welcome to the real world, Shirogane.”

“But it’s a lot more rewarding.”

“Absolutely.”

“You planning on still doing your whole burlesque schtick?”

“Oh, God, no, I’m too old for that now,” Adam laughed. “I’m going to try to get my cosmetology license and go from there.”

“Oh, that’ll be good for you.”

“It’s kind of crazy to think I’ve known you since I was barely legally dancing at clubs. It was a fight to get that position at Midnight when I was kicked off the Council, and now here I am— barely able to bend over without feeling it for the next week.” 

“Yeah. Wild. I didn’t think you were that much older than me, though. Did I miss something?”

“I know forty-two isn’t ridiculously old, but—“

“Damn. We really are in our forties.”

“I choose not to think about it.”

“That shouldn’t be right. I feel like just last week we were fucking around in the backseat of Noeul’s car.” 

“You look great, by the way. You haven’t aged since you’ve worked at Midnight.”

“No, I definitely have. His death fucked up everything. I aged ten years in two weeks, it felt like.”

“Did you? Or did you suddenly not worry about looking perfect anymore?”

Kai paused. “Maybe that was it.” 

“Then again, I think Noeul’s death made everyone realize all the time they wasted waiting for him to come around.” 

“Some people never change,” Kai whispered, brushing the button on his sleeve. 

“It was good to see you again. I know it was weird between us as kids, but I think we’ve both matured since then.”

“I don’t know about that,” Kai laughed. 

“You opened the Palace windows for us during the coronation. Clearly, you had some change of heart between then and now.”

Kai wasn’t processing a word he spoke. “Yeah, you realize a lot when you spend most of your time with the Council.” 

“You certainly do.”

“It’s funny. I barely recognized you without any bold makeup or high heels. You’re one to talk about not looking your age.”

“You’re right about some people never changing,” Adam sneered. “You’ve almost mastered flattery.” 

“I mean it. Maybe all that glitter and contour naturally makes you look older, though.”

“Yeah, back in the Wasteland, sweatpants and my blank face wouldn’t have made me any money.” 

“Your freckles never faded.”

“No, they didn’t,” Adam responded, admittedly caught off-guard. 

“I always thought you painted them back on after you grew out of them. I didn’t think freckles stuck around very long.”

“I’ve always had them.”

“Don’t cover them.”

“Oh.” Adam cleared his throat. “I wasn’t planning on it.” 

Kai checked his watch. “Well, I’m off to another day in paradise. Have fun once you reach LA, Belle.”

“I’ll do what I can.” Adam timidly smiled as Kai picked up his overzealous strut and disappeared into the boarding area. He briefly checked his phone to be met with a chain of messages from Crow. 

“hey. 

u need to learn the violin parts for this

idk when you last played but i heard u did

charlie will sob please it’ll be worth it

in a good way

at her wedding not just making her cry for fun

file attachment— new discovery chords violin.png”

Adam pocketed his phone before retrieving his fuzzy leopard-printed neck pillow from his carry-on bag and boarded the plane, routinely storing his luggage and finding his seat. 

Maybe it was the warm summer air, maybe it was the low lights of the plane, or maybe it was the promise of returning to safety that soothed the endless anxious ache in his chest. It was, without a doubt, Kai’s monotone, unintelligible voice over the plane intercom that lured him to sleep mere minutes after the flight had taken off. 

When he awoke a few hours later, he assumed the bag of pretzels and a plastic cup of Sprite would be the best surprise waiting for him. He returned his pillow to the bag beside his feet before catching a glimpse of smudged blue ink on his napkin. Upon closer inspection, it read:

“Some parts of people change, but others never will. I’ve known you were gorgeous since the first night I met you. You can’t change that. But I hope you can change your mind and give me a second chance… since we’ve both ‘matured.’

###-###-####

-Kai Shirogane.”

His signature was sprawling and elegant but rushed and unstable. It came alongside one of those gimmicky fake pilot pins—some cheesy token of affection. Adam snapped awake and flicked the lid off a pen in his bag. He pressed it to a napkin, then paused. 

Was he in the right state of mind to respond to this? Was he chasing his glory days? Should he move on from Dalseum as a whole? Was it worth it? Was he worth it? Was his achingly human laugh and heart-stopping stare worth it? Was the awestruck boy who once made out with him while on top of the bar at a gentlemen’s club worth it? Was the only client who made him feel something worth it?

Adam had nothing to lose. 

“I’ve always admired your boldness. It annoyed me for years, but hey—people can change.

Persistence pays off, Shirogane. Well-played. 

###-###-####

-Adam ‘Valentine’ Belle”

He neatly folded the napkin and tucked it into the pocket of his bag. The handful of corny rom-coms he chose to watch during the last hours of his flight fueled his delusions more than they should have, but hey. He had nothing left to lose. 

The hours he spent convincing himself he wasn’t acting ridiculous at his grown-ass age paid off in a matter of seconds. 

His suitcase handle clicked. 

His eyes met Kai’s. Kai glanced back to the doorway. 

Adam stretched out his hand. Kai cautiously took the napkin, eyebrows furrowed. 

Adam turned back away, carefully stepping off the plane. He couldn’t help but glance back, but Kai was nowhere to be seen. 

There was, however, the unmistakable ringing of his high, affectionately witchy laugh. 

Adam’s phone buzzed, its vibration within his bag echoing against his waist. He chose not to check it yet. Some things never changed—and Adam would never be easy for Kai to win over.

[starkraivennemad]

Unexpected Talent

Greg mentally shrugged at the closed blinds as he stalked into his office. He thought he opened them before he left, but could not be so arsed with them now.

"Mycroft took up yoga a while back and now I'm beginning to wish I had." He threw his trench in the general direction of the coatrack, uncaring that it missed and will wrinkle. "Could use some fucking Om or something like that about now."

"I can imagine." John Watson let out an exasperated sigh as he entered behind Greg and hung the coat properly.

"Thanks." Greg waved a hand and plopped into his chair "How many times do I have to tell that idiot genius of yours, John? How many?"

"I know Greg. I know how a bit not good that was…"

"A bit?!?!" Greg exploded as he slid up to his desk…

…and froze… "I am only warning you once…"

"Okay, bit of an understatement…" John took seat in front of Greg's desk. "Granted, he did apologize, but the damage was done…"

---the classic coin appearing from behind his ear---

"Really?"

…Greg could not have stopped the surprised gasp that escape….

"What gave it away? When she screeched at us to get out, ya think?" Greg snarked as he picked up a pencil.

---the wallet that disappeared from one pocket and then reappeared moments later in a different one with more cash than was previously in it---

"Might've done…" John conceded. "I expected him to inform the widow about the affair…" John scrubbed at his face. "I  did not expect him to do so via showing the photos of the lipstick marks around the victim's penis and ask if the colors matched any of hers."

…The pencil started a light but steady tap on his desk - he had been warned…

"Just each time I think that one of the Holmes Boys cannot surprise me with the unexpected…" 

--suddenly appearing out of nowhere---

"Look, Sherlock does know he messed up, Greg." a clueless John continued.

…He felt the sensation begin and was trapped… "When you least expect it…"

"Does he?" The pencil tapping became heavier as he blew out a breath. "I really don't want to talk about…"

…A deep low rumbling that was going to get worse … "…expect it."

"Look, I can tell you're really pissed off at him…"

"John just…"

…Greg dropped his head to his free hand… 

"Look we know who did it, Greg… Just… "

---the first time his hands were suddenly restrained in his owns cuffs---

"John…"

…He barely, BARELY bit back the groan that nearly escaped…

"Give him a chance to sort this for you, ya?"

…as the low heat in his abdomen began to coil…

…but he was not expecting THIS…

"Fuck!"

The pencil snapped.

"Shit!" John blinked. "You alright there, mate?"

Greg dropped the broken pieces and grabbed the arm of his chair

…Greg needed John to leave his office…

---the LAST time his hands suddenly restrained in his owns cuffs---

"John…" Greg gritted out between his teeth. "…please close the door on your way out."

John raised a brow at the abruptness but knew the dismissal for exactly what it was.

“NOW.” Greg could not look at him.

John gave a sharp nod and left, closing the door behind him. 

Greg barely heard the door click before he threw himself back in his chair.

…his head slammed against the headrest and bit his lip…

…a low insistent moan driven from him…

…all he could do was hold on…

…he gave himself over…

…to the heat that low coiled…

…seized from within…

…spilled out…

“Oh, you bastard.” When he could find breath again, Greg half laughed; half moaned as he slowly rolled back from his desk.  

"Really, Gregory, disparagement of my parents?" Mycroft, in all his three-piece suited glory, tutted as he gracefully unfolded himself from under from under Greg’s desk. “After receiving such a gift?”

“Yes, I was warned, but I am starting to think you took up yoga last year, just so you can comfortably do exactly this.” Greg pointed at his newly zipped crotch that showed no trace of the expert fellating that happened.

“I did.” Mycroft leaned down and thoroughly kissed a very debauched Greg.

Sitting in the chair previously occupied by John, Mycroft crossed his leg, adjusting the line of his trousers just so when the door swung open.

“Hey Greg I… Oh, Mycroft!” John Watson appeared at the door again. “Where did you pop up from? I wasn’t aware you were here. I didn’t see you pass.”

“I was not aware you not seeing me pass, negates me seeing my husband.” Mycroft said coolly before turning to Greg. “It’s not as if I just popped up from under the desk.”

Greg choked, as he otherwise silently stared at John, unable to speak.

“Right. I… Never mind. I’ll text later.” John looked at both, turned and closed the door solidly behind him.

“You’re going to kill me.” Greg removed the key, deposited into his mouth via a scorching kiss, and unlocked the hand Mycroft had cuffed to the chair. "Is there no ends to your talents?"

"No." Mycroft grinned as he politely pulled out his handkerchief and daintily dabbed at the corners of his spotless lips.

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Mystrade Monday Prompt #87

For April 29, 2024

"Is there no end to your talents?”

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Tiefling Gale Durgetash Sandwich, humbly requesting more info 🫡

"Wouldn't it be easier to just do this later?" Gortash asked, holding onto the cuffs as Durge carefully rubbed Gale's cold body in the expensive oil.

"They'll just get Withers to resurrect him back to camp. They can't do that if he's alive," the dragonborn explained.

"I'm sorry, you have someone that can just resurrect people, without even a body? Do you know how convenient that would have been when Orin got rid of you?"

"He's fickle, he probably would have refused you," Durge said wryly. He shifted, getting comfortable on his knees as he looked at his lover, Gale's skin glistening in an iridescent shifting of hues. Granting life… he was sure the prospect would have terrified him once, for fear of Bhaal's punishment, but he was free of him now. He had people he wanted to keep safe.

He took a deep breath, before beginning the spell.

Material seemed to flake off the wizard's robes, floating around before gathering into spiralling horns, and a long tail with a tapered bulb at the end. His features changed subtly, ears extending into points, and the changing colours of his skin finally settled into a cool, bluish purple, before the oil seemed to absorb, leaving behind clean, dry skin.

When the transformation was done, and Gale's eyes finally opened — to Durge's relief — Gortash was quick to close the magic suppressing cuffs over the wizard's wrists while he was still disoriented. Gale looked around, eyes wide as he panted, tugging his hands away instinctively.

"You're okay, you're safe," Durge promised, stroking his arm soothingly. Gale seemed to relax — becoming uncomfortably familiar with the experience of waking up after dying. He became less so as he took in Gortash's presence, and the small cell.

"Durge? What's this about?" he asked anxiously, raising his cuffed hands.

"We just… need you to stay out of things while we deal with the others," Durge admitted, guilt and protectiveness roiling together.

Summary:

(sex, the incubus deal, generally dubious consent, sex transformation, bladder desperation)

Durge is caught between his new love, Gale, and old love, Gortash, and uses Reincarnation (dnd spell which randomises race) to capture and keep him out of the way.

They later are informed something's wrong with Gale — he's writhing and sweating.

The party raided the House of Hope without Durge, and Gortash learns Gale slept with Haarlep (disappointingly stupid), but also that he killed the shit out of Raphael 😮😍

Anyway, Durge and Gortash help the cute tiefling through the phantom pleasures. He's having a hard time getting off satisfactorily because Haarlep's still using his old body — which has a dick his new one doesn't. Also, Haarlep's doing bladder desperation, which Gale can experience, but doesn't actually need to pee, so his only option is to ride it out until Haarlep's done.