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jwonsite Ā· 1 year ago
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IM LITERALLY DIZZY OH MY LORD LIKE- wons armsšŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ his honey skin like they did NOT wash him out oh my LORDDD this is gonna be so so so good
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vices-of-a-feral-prince Ā· 1 month ago
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I love the colorful ones šŸ©µ
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butch-with-a-deep-voice Ā· 10 months ago
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Need to eat her out until she's so wet I'm swallowing between each suckle. Until the neck of my shirt is soaked, the sheets are soaked, everything because I got a little too sloppy in my hunger. I need to drown in her.
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laniidae-passerine Ā· 3 months ago
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positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear heā€™s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time Iā€™m thinking ā€œoh dear GODā€ staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering whatā€™s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ heā€™s blond
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chooh2 Ā· 6 months ago
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The bigger the biceps the better for carrying the weight of the galaxy, that's just science šŸ˜Œ
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sharkenedfangs Ā· 5 months ago
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ā€” SUFFERING FROM A FEVER, BUT I REALLY NEED TO FUCK A FEMBOY OR TOMBOY . . .
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itā€™s getting bad again , robin . hnnngh . . . fuuck .
Running down bad with a fever, my words make no fuckinā€™ sense and half of what Iā€™ll write will be incoherent, horny bullshit but I gottaā€” I gotta fuck a motherfucking femboy or tomboy in the ass. Either will do cuzā€™ sure Iā€™m suffering like hell here, stuffed nose, annoyingly itchy throat and godawful temperature, though Iā€™m pretty sure cumminā€™ inside one of those two or even fuckinā€™ better, both ā€” will do just fine. Seriously, I mean it.
some slut shaming, weird gender roles, yā€™know.
FEMBOY ROBIN. Really, really gotta. Yā€™know, thereā€™s nothing more embarrassing than to properly wear such a skimpy skirt in the own, tight confines of his narrow room with your watchful gaze carefully set upon him, but whatā€™s even worse? Same thing in public, comfortably sat atop your thighs as if nothing is amiss because yeah, surely, nothing is. Nothing wrong with two boys casually hanging out which, said boy is humiliatingly dressed up like a girl right now ā€” who no one truthfully knows nor is consciously aware of. Cock pitifully tented against the front of his summer dress, yellowish material darkening in shade from the oozing pre uncontrollably spilling forth.
And, itā€™s not like youā€™ll actually try anything with the towns-folks eyes hidden amongst the lurking shadows, right?? You wouldnā€™tā€” youā€™re not truly like them, the fuckinā€™ perverts. Shamelessly slobbering over every inch of his untouched, pristine skin, skirmish legs and nervous fingers tentatively messing with the hem of his silken skirt as if your firm grip isnā€™t steadily increasing along his plush thighs. Like, youā€™re not ā€˜discreetlyā€™ spreading his legs apart so that an unfortunate passerby may consequently catch a perverted glimpse of his cock all flushed and leaking for you. Quivering tip, hot and red, trickling out more beads of pearly pre-cum to messily stain at the ground below. Itā€™s not that he means to get all hard like that! Shitā€” this is solely your fault for deftly exposing him to a hefty crowd like this, your little, pretty ā€˜girlfriendā€™ you coyly call him as, might as well proudly show her cute, pink cock to the world if sheā€™s gonā€™ be such a crude, perverted freak ā€˜bout it. Only deserving of the typical ā€˜girlfriendā€™ treatment which merely entails the usual of having his slutty hole stuffed full of cock, his own miserably swaying with every subtle bounce of your hips upwards, flushed against his ass. Whoops, better luck next time! Try not to dress like a little, fuckinā€™ whore if you donā€™t wanna get publicly fucked in broad daylight, Robin!
As for TOMBOY ROBIN? Would it have been any different for her case? Treat ā€˜em equally, they say ā€” fuck, yeah ā€” you definitely will, with your face snugly nestled between the gap of her thighs, wobbly lips and scrunched up features straining from every careful lick of your wet, pink tongue provokingly huffing against her bare cunt. Uh-huh? Pretty girl likes that or maybe, you should openly refer to her as your pretty, innocent boyfriend, arm contentedly slung over her shoulder because ainā€™t this how friends typically treat each other as? Promise, they do, Robin.
If anything, itā€™s an actual tradition to help each other out as good buddies habitually do, as per usual. Yeah, that also naturally involves your skillful fingers knuckles deep inside her drooling cunt, sickeningly wet squelch! of your digits fervently being sucked inside by the wet, welcoming heat of her pussy. Like that? Dizzyingly spreading her folds apart, relish in the slick dripping out as if youā€™re not the byproduct of it to begin with. Precariously squished against the bricked near in an isolated corner within the school yard and, hellā€” youā€™re acutely reminded of the possible consequences that may unfortunately come with it, knowing what that shit headmaster does to said students caught misbehaving or plainly fuckinā€™ on the schoolā€™s ground. Does it stop you, however? Fuck no, and neither will Robinā€™s adorable, feeble whimpers, bouts of ushered protests wistfully sent your way as if youā€™re not currently, crudely spreading her cheeks apart to display her two, needy holes for your viewing pleasure. Teasingly rubbing along the edges of her slippery cunt to then, promptly fuck her ass raw as a ā€˜boyā€™ should take it. Whatā€™d ya mean you want your needy, puffy clit rhythmically toyed with while youā€™re at it?? A real good boy properly takes what heā€™s given, alright? So, fuckinā€™ suck it up and keep quiet till then, ā€˜kay? ā€œWouldnā€™t want anyone to hear, do you, Robin?ā€
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xochimillilili Ā· 4 months ago
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When the tummy is bigger than the titties !?!?? Makes me go insaneee like I just fucking have to pin them down and fuck them until they're begging me to stop, and only doing so until I've bitten and scratched their body, marked it up with my nails and teeth, my cum slowly and achingly dripping out their used holes~
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everchased Ā· 1 year ago
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HELLO I LOVE YOUR HALF ORC TAV, I havent seen many fellow half-orc tavs!! Tusk gang high five!!
Very important question: how do you think Aatarion and a Half-Orc Tav would kiss? šŸ¤” it be a very teethy situation with so many fangs and tusks
ahaha thank you!! <3
to me, they have a fine time with it as long as their mouths stay closed. astarion's fangs probably aren't any more in the way for a half-orc than they are for other races. they're not too big, and he's practiced.
i think deeper open-mouth kissing is the real danger because that's when the risk of catching lips and knocking teeth really happens and boy those tusks sure are. just in the way.
imo a little bit of teeth bumping if they forget themselves is cute, it's untapped potential to get teased by the vampire for being too eager. but i also think it's possible to avoid IF they pay attention. :)c
here i have an example of a successful smooch excuse the blood
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fisheito Ā· 9 days ago
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My villain origin story
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mattodore Ā· 1 month ago
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birthday boy with his birthday toy
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shit-sorry-fuck-mybad Ā· 1 year ago
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Give me widower Mav who has come to terms with his husbandā€™s death and now gets to make jokes and comments about it which makes people uncomfortable while he finds it hilarious pls
As someone who lost their father a long time ago I have reached that point where I can make jokes and comments and like to my close friends itā€™s funny but to someone I donā€™t know itā€™sā€¦ strange cause they donā€™t know how to react and itā€™s truly a small moment of absolute joy cause they make it weirder than it needs to be
Here is what I mean:
Fanboy: Hi Mav! I like your hoodie!
Mav: thanks, it belonged to my dead husband
Fanboy:
Mav: heā€™s not gonna use it so
ā€¦
Hangman, pointing at the ring on Mavā€™s dog tags: youā€™re married?
Mav: I was, but sadly he died on a terrible accident
Hangman: oh Iā€™m sorryā€”
Mav: Iā€™m kidding, he didnā€™t die on an accident
Hangman: oh thank god I thought Iā€”
Mav: he died of cancer
ā€¦
Mav: my husband used to hate this movie
Phoenix: what made him change his mind?
Mav: oh he didnā€™t, he just died
ā€¦
Mav: I miss my husband
Coyote: why, where is he?
Mav: I want to say heaven but he was a weird man so honestly I donā€™t know
ā€¦
Cyclone: Maverick where is the paperwork I asked for
Mav: oh Iā€™m sorry? I was mourning the death of my husband, in case you hadnā€™t noticed, the audacity, I cannot believe you would come for a widower like thisā€”
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butch-with-a-deep-voice Ā· 11 months ago
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Fellow tops out there. Anyone else get the need to just completely envelop their bottom? Just go completely primal and wrap as much of yourself around them as you bury your strap/cock as deep into them as possible. As much skin contact as is physically possible as you thrust deeper and deeper. Where the only way closer you could get is if your bodies melted together, and even then you'd keep fucking them in a state of pure carnal bliss. Where you stop being you, you are simply a top, put there to lose yourself in your bottom, and for them to lose themselves in you. To keep them so close it almost hurts as you cum, pumping every last bit of your very being into them. Holding them there for what feels like an eternity after because they are yours and you are theirs, and in that brief yet beautiful moment, you are one. Anyone? No? Just me?
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a-reader-and-a-writer Ā· 1 month ago
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Drink With Me (Part 2)
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AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 6. self-sacrifice Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader, Vampire Apocalypse AU Summary: Two years after Jake was forced to watch you ripped apart by the creatures that now terrorize the world, he is a shell of the man he once was. However, a familiar voice calling to him in the dark may give him a second chance. Word Count:Ā 5911 TW: Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Vampires, Character Death, Murder, Grief, Biting, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Drinking (alcohol and blood), Language Notes: Not beta read so sorry for any mistakes! Part of @ailesswhumptober's event! šŸ’—
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ā€œNoā€¦.No!ā€Ā 
He tries to race to your side, to stop the torment playing out before his eyes, but he is held back by hundreds of hands wrapping around him, pulling him away. Fighting against them with every ounce of his strength, he screams, ā€œGet the fuck off of me! We need to help her! No! What the fuck are you doing?ā€Ā 
ā€œSheā€™s gone, Hangman,ā€ dozens of disembodied voices whisper in unison from the darkness behind him. ā€œIā€™m so sorry, but thereā€™s nothing else anyone can do for her now. Itā€™s over. Itā€™s been over for years. You failed. Just as you continue to fail every night.ā€
ā€œNo! I can save her! Please, let me save her this time!ā€ Jake sobs as he continues to struggle against whatever is holding him back. ā€œPlease!ā€
But itā€™s no use. Heā€™s not strong enough. As he is dragged farther and farther away, he sees you lift your head one last time, panic and pain etched across your face. You lock eyes with him and just have time to scream a terrified, ā€œJake!ā€ before one of the creatures rips your throat out with its teethā€”
Jake bolts upright with a deep gasp, only to immediately collapse back onto his mattress with a pitiful moan. He grabs his head as it throbs painfully with every beat of his racing heart and he squeezes his eyes together tightly in an attempt to stop the world from spinning around him. But it does little to help. His nearly naked body feels sticky and gross tangled in his soiled sheet and he wonders if itā€™s just sweat from the nightmare, or if he vomited in his sleep again. Maybe bothā€¦probably both.Ā 
At least he is fairly certain he hadnā€™t pissed himself this time if the intense pressure in his bladder is any indication. However, he doesnā€™t have the faintest desire to crawl to the bathroom so heā€™ll worry about those consequences later. Instead, he rolls over and tries to push your final agonized scream from his mind so he can go back to some semblance of sleep.
Just as he begins to pass out again, he hears the curtain hanging around his small space being pushed back and the toe of a boot digs into his side. Without opening his eyes, he swats at the foot, trying to shove it away. ā€œā€˜uck off, Phe,ā€ he mumbles somewhat coherently. ā€œā€˜s too early.ā€
ā€œTell that to the rest of us who have already been awake for several hours,ā€ Phoenix snaps, driving her boot deeper into Jakeā€™s ribs. When he tries to roll away, she sighs, ā€œDo we really have to do this every morning? Iā€™m not your fucking babysitter. Get up! Bob and I need your help setting up the trap while the lightā€™s in the right position.ā€
There is nothing in the world that Jake wants to do more than ignore her and go back to sleep. However, sheā€™s right. They do go through this every morning and by now he has accepted the fact that he can not win this argument. So, reluctantly, he peels open his eyes and squints up at her.
Seeing that some progress is being made, Phoenix removes her boot from his side and takes a few steps back. In doing so, she almost slips on the drink Jake had spilled the night before. Looking around his small space, she shakes her head.Ā 
ā€œJesus, Hangman,ā€ she grumbles as she kicks a few empty wine bottles out of the way, sending them clinking across the floor only to crash into piles of more. ā€œHow the hell are you still consistently finding this much alcohol? Weā€™re barely finding enough food.ā€
Heaving himself up until heā€™s sitting on the edge of his mattress, Jake rests his head heavily in his hands as the world continues to spin around him. Still slurring slightly, he mutters, ā€œā€˜s not enough. Two bottles a night arenā€™t helpinā€™ anymore. Nightmareā€™s back.ā€
ā€œYeah, well, weā€™ve all got our own nightmares that haunt us and you donā€™t see the rest of us pickling our livers to deal with it.ā€ She hurls a half-empty backpack at him which smacks into the side of his head, nearly knocking over his unsteady form. ā€œNow get your shit together and meet us out front in thirty minutes. Weā€™ve got work to do.ā€ She stomps out of his little alcove to give him some privacy but then pivots to add, ā€œAnd for fuckā€™s sake, take a shower.ā€
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Forty-five minutes later, Jake steps out of the shower stall, a thread-bare towel wrapped low on his hips. He shivers slightly as he pads across the cold tile floor towards the sinks. The water heater broke a few months ago and with no one left in their dwindling group who knew how to fix it, freezing showers had become the norm. While they should be grateful they even had any water at all, Jake canā€™t help but recall a time when a hot shower was the best part of his day.Ā 
A soft gasp leaves your lips as he presses his bare body against yours, pinning you to the cool tile wall. Your eyes sparkle in the muted light filtered through the shower curtain as you gaze hungrily at him. Warm water flows over his back as he sinks into youā€”
No. No memories. Not now. Not when he doesnā€™t have the luxury of going back to his ā€œroomā€ and drowning them in booze.Ā 
Instead, Jake quickly dresses, trying his best not to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Half the timeā€”when there is still enough lingering alcohol in his systemā€”he sees your mangled corpse standing behind his reflection. The other half, he left staring at the shell of the man he had become. In some ways, thatā€™s worse because he knows it would break your heart to see what losing you has done to him.
Even though sanitation supplies had only really become a scarcity in the last few months, Jake had given up the will for self-grooming long before that. The tangled beard covering his sunken cheeks is a clear indication of that as is the long greasy strands of hair hanging limply in front of the dark circles surrounding his bloodshot eyes. You had always preferred him clean-shaven and with shorter hair. But you were gone so he didnā€™t give a fuck.
Exiting the bathroom, Jake heads toward the front of the church. He averts his eyes as he passes the bulletin board that had been converted into a memorial shrine for those they had lost. He remembers the days when there had only been a few names and pictures up there. Now, the fallen takes up every inch of the board and spills out across the wall. Jake used to use the board as his motivation to keep fighting, to not let more names be added to the list. But now that it contains so many faces of the people he cared deeply for or respectedā€”you, Coyote, Iceman, Cyclone, Paybackā€”it has become a constant reminder of all the ways he failed.Ā Ā 
Once, this rag-tag group of survivors who had dubbed themselves The Daggers had numbered in the dozens. But now, there are only a handful left. And with supplies and food dwindling quickly, there is no telling how long itā€™ll be before the rest of them earn a place on the board.
As he pushes his way through the church doors, Jake recoils as he is hit with the full brightness of the sunny day. His headache which had previously dulled slightly in the cold shower came rushing back with a vengeance. Groaning, he digs his sunglasses out of the backpack Phoenix had thrown him earlier and places them on his face. They were a cheap plastic pair Coyote had picked up for him on one of his runs to the pharmacy over a year ago, but they at least cut out some of the glare.
Phoenix is leaning against the fence with her arms folded across her chest, a scowl carved deep into her face. Now that most of those originally in charge were no longer with them, the title of leader had fallen on her shoulders. For the past few months, she had done everything in her power to hold the group together despite the increasingly dire conditionsā€”and one jackass of a drunk who makes her life that much more difficult.Ā Ā Ā 
Next to her, Bob scans the area just beyond the fence, his blue eyes alert behind his cracked glasses. With his unusual prescription, itā€™s been impossible to find a replacement after they slipped off his face running from a pack of creatures. He made it safely to the church in one pieceā€”one of his lenses did not. Yet, he has never once complained or made excuses for his impaired vision.Ā 
They were the best of the remaining survivors and had become the only real hope the Daggers had left. Yet they spent most of their days dragging Jakeā€™s sorry ass around to ensure he didnā€™t drink himself to death.
Jake had been like them once: always stepping up when volunteers were needed, doing what he could to fix what was broken, protecting the people within their group. But he hadnā€™t been that person for the past two years. Not since he had watched you devoured before his eyes as he stood on these very steps.
It was that moment he tried desperately to avoid every night in his dreams. Reliving that day over and over again. Knowing all the moments he could have done something differently or acted faster that would have saved you yet being unable to change anything. Just forced to hear your agonizing final screams before catching his last glimpse of you whispering his nameā€¦
He needs to find more alcohol.
ā€œAbout fucking time,ā€ Phoenix mutters under her breath, pushing herself off the fence.
Bob shoots her a stern look, one that softens as he turns his attention to the new arrival. ā€œThanks for helping us out, Jake. We appreciate the extra hands.ā€
ā€œNot like she gave me much of a choice,ā€ Jake mutters under his breath. But seeing the way Bobā€™s shoulders slump at his words, he does his best to smile at him. ā€œBut Iā€™m here now so letā€™s do this.ā€
Bobā€™s smile returns and he nods happily at the other man. As he turns to exit the churchyard, Phoenix shoots Jake another dirty look. He knows despite Bobā€™s insistence that she keeps dragging Jake along with them, sheā€™s afraid Jakeā€™ll screw up and cost her or Bob their lives. And itā€™s a fair concern. After all, itā€™s his fault Bob was almost killed the time his glasses were damaged. Jake had been drunk on patrol and hadnā€™t seen the creatures until it was almost too late to warn the rest of the team. While Bob never blamed him, Phoenix did. She tried to be as supportive as possible when Jake first began to spiral, but after the incident with Bob, she only tolerated his antics for the sake of her partner. Though not even she despised this version of Jake as much as Jake despised himself.Ā 
Jake knew what a failure and a screwup he had become. Yet as much as he wished he could pull himself together and become the man he used to be, he also knew that there was only one person who could help him do that.Ā 
But you were never coming back.
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Itā€™s amazing how much the world can change in such a short amount of time. In the three short years since the creatures first appeared, the center of town is now virtually unrecognizable. Vines and various foliage scale the sides of all the buildings. Cars are abandoned in the middle of the street, some with their doors still open as their passengers fled from them. Every window has been dark since the power grid failed. And without the constant upkeep, everything is starting to decay.
The warehouse is no exception. Once bustling and full of life, it has now is a shadow of its former self. With very few windows save those by the entrance and no interior lights left to brighten the space, the interior becomes a black hole after walking just a few feet into it. However due to a collapse in the roof, at certain times of the day, a single shaft of light shines all the way down to the ground floor creating a small illuminated circle on the floor.Ā 
It is in this small safe haven that Jake finds himself. Echos bounce off the walls of the cavernous space as he puts the finishing touches on the trap in front of him. Four months ago, a few survivors passing through had shared what they had discovered with The Daggersā€”a way to kill the creatures. Jake still doesnā€™t understand how it works, something to do with converting normal light into an artificial sunlight of sorts, but luckily there were those smarter than him around who understood and harnessed this knowledge into weapons. Since then, The Daggers had managed to take out a few of the creatures. However, they quickly learned that attacking the creatures in the large packs they usually hunted in resulted in costly casualties on both sides.
It was Phoenixā€™s brilliant idea to take the stealth approach instead of the head-on one. They began setting traps in the area using motion lights in the hopes of eliminating some of the creatures stalking near their hideout in the middle of the night when they were at their most active. So far, they have had promising results.Ā 
Jake is almost done setting this trap. Then he can test it and use his flashlight to get himself from this shaft of light back outside. Hopefully, heā€™ll then have time to sneak off to try to find more alcohol before Phoenix and Bob return for him. He hasnā€™t checked the houses a few blocks to the east yet and maybeā€”
ā€œJakeā€¦ā€
Jakeā€™s head snaps up as his heart freezes in his chest, the trap instantly forgotten. His eyes dart around the room searching for the source of the sound. But thereā€™s no one else there. Heā€™s aloneā€¦heā€™s always alone.
Yet, just as he begins to return to his job at hand, he sees something. Squinting, he peers deeper into the heart of the building and just makes out the faint outline of a single figure within the darkness.
Instincts kicking in, Jake draws his knife from his boot and drops into a defensive stance in the center of the beam of light, waiting for the attack he knows is coming. His eyes flicker around the space, searching the darkness for signs of the rest of the swarm, yet for now all he can see is the one in front of him. But he knows that canā€™t be it. The creatures hunt in groups, using their numbers to overwhelm and incapacitate their victims so escape is nigh on impossible. The only few loners they had come across over the years were ones that had been injured or were too malnourished to contribute to the next hunt.
But the figure standing before Jake doesnā€™t seem injured or blood-crazed. It stands straight and still, completely unmoving. For several moments, nothing happens. Though still cautious, Jake begins to relax his stance a little, wondering if his eyes or mind is just playing tricks on him.
But then, a voice cuts through the silence. ā€œI was three blocks away when I caught your scent. I donā€™t know how, but I immediately knew it was you.ā€
The knife slips from Jakeā€™s fingers, the clatter of metal on tile echoing around the cavernous room. The voice that he had not heard outside of his dreams for the past two years punches him in the chest, nearly bringing him to his knees as tears welled up in his eyes. ā€œB-baby?ā€
There is a pause before the voice continues, unemotional and flat. ā€œI should have bolted in any other direction, put as much space between us as possible butā€¦I couldnā€™t. Iā€™m selfish enough that I had to risk seeing you one last time.ā€
ā€œOh my god,ā€ Jake breathes. ā€œItā€™s really you.ā€
He takes a few stumbling steps towards the figureā€”towards youā€”but you draw back further into the shadows. ā€œNo! Stop! Stay in the light.ā€ There is a panicked edge in your tone, the first sign of emotion you have let slip in, and it is enough to make Jake listen.
As much as he longs to launch himself into your arms, he reluctantly does what you ask. He lingers just shy of the darkness, the toes of his boots resting at the point where the last of the sunbeams fade on the tiles.Ā 
ā€œHow are you here?ā€ he asks, his voice breaking.Ā 
ā€œYou know how.ā€
He did. It was a fear that had nestled in the back of his mind these past two years that he didnā€™t dare consider. Whether that was out of the fear of falling into despair or building up false hope, he didnā€™t know. But he had never let himself imagine this moment and, now that it was happening, he didnā€™t know what to do.Ā 
Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he says, ā€œYou said you caught my scentā€¦Do I smell as sexy as you remember?ā€
A surprised snort of laughter echoes throughout the room as you are taken aback by his question. But when you speak, he hears tears in your voice, ā€œYeah, Jake. As sexy as always.ā€
Whatever cold, distant shell you had put in place when you first arrived crumbled and Jake can now hear the real you behind the words. Swallowing, he murmurs, ā€œPleaseā€¦let me see you.ā€
Your outline shifts in the darkness. ā€œI-I donā€™t think thatā€™s a good idea.ā€
ā€œPlease, baby. For the last two years, all I could see was that last memory of you. I need this.ā€
ā€œNo. Seeing me like this is not going to be any better than seeing me like that. Iā€™ve changed.ā€
ā€œSo have I. But I love you and Iā€™ll still love you no matter what.ā€
For a moment, there is only silence. Then you whisper, ā€œStep to the other side of the light.ā€
Jake immediately scrambles backward, almost falling as he stumbles over the long-forgotten trap. But he makes it to the outer rim of the circle of light and waits.Ā 
Slowly, your shape edges closer to the light. At first, Jake still canā€™t make out any details of the person in front of him. But when he does, his heart clenches in his chest.Ā 
There is no denying that it is the woman he loves standing before him but yet itā€™s not the you he remembers. Your skin has been drained of its color and now resembles that of a corpse, cold and lifeless. Sharp, pointed teeth jut out your mouth over bloodless lips and your fingers end in claw-like talons. You are still wearing the same clothes you had on the day you were attacked but they are shredded and stiff with dried blood in various colors ranging from bright red to rusty-brown. Jake wonders how much of it is yours and how much is your victims.
Any lingering doubt he had about how you are here, any sliver of hope you had escaped your fate, is shattered instantly. This isnā€™t a miracle. It is a nightmare, a curse.Ā 
But based on the gasp that escapes your trembling lips, you must be thinking the same thing as you get a good look at the man he has become.Ā 
ā€œOh, Jakeā€¦ā€ Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as your eyes continue to roam over his body. Yet even covered, he can see your jaw trembling as you cry, ā€œBaby, whatā€¦We promised if something ever happened to the other, we wouldnā€™t give up. We would keep fighting.ā€
ā€œIā€™m still here, arenā€™t I?ā€ Jake snaps. But then he wilts under the weight of your gaze. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he whispers, ā€œI almost ended itā€”a few times. Drugs, booze, even thought Iā€™d take my nickname literally. Made a noose and everything. But the thing that always stopped me was that promise. So, yeah, Iā€“Iā€™ve been a bit of a mess since youā€”ā€ he gestures at your transformed self ā€œā€”and Iā€™m sorry. I tried to be strong but losing you was the worst thing thatā€™s ever happened to me. We were supposed to face this hellscape together and I didnā€™t know how to cope without you so I let myself become someone that I hate. But now that youā€™re backā€”ā€
ā€œIā€™m not back, Jake. Thatā€™s not whyā€”ā€ You shake your head, letting your hands drop. ā€œI shouldnā€™t be here. This was a mistake and I never should have come. I should have just let you think I was dead. I-I have to go.ā€
ā€œNo! Pleaseā€“ā€ As Jake takes a few steps across the circle of light, you cower back, retreating further into the darkness.
ā€œStop!ā€ There is a pained quiver in your voice. ā€œIā€™m barely controlling myself as it is. If you get closerā€¦I canā€™t hurt you, Jake. I canā€™t. But I know if you get any closer, I will and thereā€™ll be nothing I can do to stop it.ā€
Jake shakes his head. ā€œNo. I donā€™t believe it. You would never hurt me.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t get it. Itā€™s not a choice, itā€™s an undeniable force. Itā€™s hard enough to control myself when Iā€™m fully satiated, but I havenā€™t fed in almost a week. Your bloodā€”ā€ You squeeze your eyes closed tightly. When you open them again, they have darkened significantly. There is still some color in them, not the pitch-black orbs Jake is used to seeing when the creatures were attacking, but the change still makes him inhale sharply. ā€œThe venom doesnā€™t just turn us into theseā€¦these things. It drives us to hunt, to kill. And that need is neverending.ā€
It breaks Jakeā€™s heart to hear the pain in your voice and he canā€™t imagine what youā€™ve been dealing with the past two years. However, as much as it horrifies him, he also wants to know more. ā€œWh-what does it feel like?ā€
You turn to gaze into the darkness surrounding you. ā€œItā€™s like acid in my veins, a constant burning fire in my gut that only grows stronger if itā€™s not satisfied. Bloodā€™s the only thing that soothes the pain for even a few hours, but itā€™s never enough. Iā€™ve tried to stop myself, I have, but each time I drink it gets hard to fight. And with every life I take, I feel a little more of myself slip away. Iā€™m not the woman you loved anymore, Jake. Iā€™m just a monster with her face.ā€
Jake shakes his head with a firm set in his jaw. ā€œNo. I don't believe that. It's still you. Why else would you have looked for me? The woman I love is still here and she needed to see me just as much as I needed to see her.ā€
ā€œJakeā€“ā€Ā 
ā€œAnd I donā€™t care what you think.ā€ Without hesitation, Jake crosses the remainder of his little haven of sunlight and steps forward to join you in the inky darkness. You cower back again but he takes another step to maintain the same distance between you. ā€œYou're not going to hurt me. I know that. Because you're so strong and brave and you can fight thisā€“ā€
ā€œItā€™s not that simpleā€”ā€
ā€œYes, it is.ā€
ā€œJake, stopā€”ā€
ā€œNo. Not until you believe thatā€”ā€
ā€œI've killed Daggers.ā€
Your admission hangs like a dense fog between you. Obviously, Jake had realized what being turned into a creature meant for your feeding habits, but he had been trying not to focus on that. However, now faced with the truth, Jake suddenly connects a few horrifying dots in his head.Ā 
He swallows before asking, ā€œCoyote?ā€
Last year, he had gotten there just a moment too late. There was nothing he could do but watch as what was left of his best friend was ripped apart by a mass of creatures. But then, just for a second before Fanboy grabbed his arm and pulled him away, he caught a flash of one of the creatures and he could have swornā€¦
Your eyes widen, clearly not expecting him to know that, but you nod slightly. Then, in a small voice, say, ā€œAnd Rooster.ā€
ā€œRooā€¦.Rooster?ā€ The truth about Coyote had been painful, yet regardless of who killed him, Jake had come to terms with his best friendā€™s death months ago. But Roosterā€¦
He had left the group a few weeks ago after hearing a rumor of someone sounding suspiciously similar to his godfather leading another group out in the desert. They all knew it was dangerous but if anyone could make it, it would have been Rooster. Yet if what you said was trueā€¦
ā€œI never wanted you to find out.ā€ Tears begin to stream down your cheeks, thick, black goo that leaves streaks in their wake. ā€œI tried to stop myself but I couldn't. Coyote was already being attacked when I found him and the bloodā€¦this thing took over. And the worst part was heā€¦he recognized me just before I tore his throat out. There was this mix of elation I was ā€˜aliveā€™ and horror at what I had become. I still see it when I close my eyes. With Rooster it was different. I was alone when I found him. Weā€™ve been starving since you found a way to destroy us and I needed blood so badly. He was dead before he even knew I was there.ā€
This newest revelation is the last straw for Jake. A man can only process so much trauma at once before he reaches his breaking point. Falling to his knees, he hangs his head, tears dripping off his face onto the dusty tile beneath him as his shoulders shake with stifled sobs.Ā 
ā€œJakeā€¦Iā€¦ā€ Your voice is brimming with tears as Jake sees your feet take one hesitant step closer to him. But then, you stop.Ā 
For a moment, there is only the sound of his soft cries echoing through the empty space. However, when you finally speak again, your voice has more of the defiance and strength he loves most about you. ā€œYou donā€™t understand what itā€™s like. When I slip into a frenzy, nothing in this world exists except for blood. Facesā€¦namesā€¦past relationshipsā€¦none of it means anything at that moment. All thatā€™s left is the pure animalistic need to feed. Itā€™s only after Iā€™ve been sated that I come back, that I can remember what happened or what I did. Standing over whatā€™s left of a person, realizing Iā€™m to blame, knowing Iā€™ve murdered them or Iā€™ve forced them to become a monster just like me. I couldnā€™t stop myself from killing Coyote and Rooster, but I made sure neither of them could turn. They may not have deserved their deaths, but more than that, they didnā€™t deserve this afterlife. It was the least I could do for them. And Iā€™m sorry it wasnā€™t more.ā€
You fall silent again, but Jake just continues to cry with no acknowledgment of what you said. After a moment of this, you plead, ā€œJake, talk to me. Tell me what youā€™re thinking. If you want me to goā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œPleaseļæ½ļæ½ā€ Jake breathes, the weight of the past two years pressing down on him. ā€œPlease let me hold you.ā€
ā€œW-what?ā€ Based on the utter shock in your voice, that is not what you were expecting him to say.
It takes everything in him, but Jake lifts his eyes so they meet yours. ā€œBaby, I need you in my arms again. To feel you, touch you, prove this is real. I have dreamed about you every night for two years. Horrible, bloody nightmares that have destroyed my life. I need you to chase those nightmares away.ā€
ā€œJake, have you not heard a word Iā€™ve said? Iā€™ve killed our friends and Iā€™ll kill you too. Or worse, Iā€™ll turn you.ā€
ā€œI want you to,ā€ he whispers.
ā€œJake!ā€ Normally when discussions became this heated between you and you resorted to that sharp tone, your chest would be heaving as you became worked up. Yet this time, your heart isnā€™t beating and your lungs arenā€™t huffing air so it remains deathly still. ā€œI canā€™t do that to you. I wonā€™t condemn you to this life.ā€
ā€œPleaseā€¦ā€ Jake sobs loudly, too emotionally and mentally drained to get to his feet and walk to you. ā€œI canā€™t live without you anymore. I need us to be together, whatever that looks like.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t know what youā€™re asking.ā€
ā€œYouā€™ve made it pretty clear. But Iā€™m willing to bear the pain, theā€¦the consequences of this choice if it means I can be with you. So, please, donā€™t make me spend one more second without you. Either kill me or turn me, but I canā€™t do this anymore.ā€
You stare at him for a long time, your darkened eyes not giving any hint as to what you are thinking. Then, slowly, you nod. ā€œI donā€™t want to kill you or turn you, but I need you too. I thinkā€¦I think I always knew when I came here that this is how it would go and Iā€™m so sorry I wasnā€™t strong enough to stay away.ā€
ā€œIā€™m so glad you didnā€™t.ā€ Jake opens his arms, still kneeling on the floor. ā€œCome here, baby.ā€
With stilted, hesitant steps, you begin to walk towards him. You balk a little as you get closer, fighting against the instinct to avoid the sunlight, but Jake is far enough in the shadows that you can reach him without crossing into the light. Slowly, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him and reach out.Ā 
Jake canā€™t wait any longer. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, squeezing you as tightly as he possibly can. Your skin is icy beneath his touch, but he doesnā€™t care. Heā€™s holding you in his arms again and nothing else in the world matters.Ā 
However, you apparently donā€™t share the same outlook. Your entire body goes rigid beneath him, every muscle tensing as he draws you in. He can feel you begin to tremble as an animalistic growl rumbles in your chest.
ā€œJaā€”I canā€™tā€”Let me go. Donā€™t wanna hurtā€”ā€ You manage to choke the words out through a clamped-shut jaw. As your eyes turn completely black, your teeth begin to grow longer until they resemble true fangs. Several poke through your lips as you press your mouth firmly closed. You are still trying to save him despite everything.
Squeezing you tighter, Jake mutters, ā€œNo. Itā€™s okay, baby. I want this. Just let go.ā€
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ you whisper, black tears falling on his chest. ā€œIā€™ll be as gentle as I can.ā€
And you sink your fangs into his neck.
Living up to your promise, there is only a small sting as your teeth break his skin. However, in seconds, your venom enters his bloodstream and Jake tries to jerk away from the searing pain. However, your clawed hand clamps firmly on his shoulder, forcing him to remain in place. The venom spreads throughout his system until every cell in his body is screaming out in agony. He wants to black out but his body wonā€™t let him. The change is already occurring and he is being forced to be conscious for every last second of his human life.
As you drink, small sounds begin slipping out between your lips, reverberating against Jakeā€™s skin. Soft moans and gasps that have Jake flashing back to all those times you were beneath him as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. And for just a second, he can bear the pain knowing he is giving you some semblance of pleasure.
However as a vice of white-hot agony squeezes around his lungs and heart, Jake begins to jerk in your grasp as he begins to suffocate. Feeling his distress, you slide your teeth out of his neck and press your blood-soaked lips to the wound. Running your hand through his hair, you coo, ā€œItā€™s okay, baby. Itā€™s almost over now. I can already taste the change beginning in your blood. But this next part is the worst. Fighting it just makes it harder. Try to relax and let it happen. And Iā€™m right here, my love, forever.ā€ Then you sink your teeth back into his neck.
The choking suffocating feeling only intensifies, but against every self-preservation instinct in Jakeā€™s body, he tries to listen to your advice and just gives in. Closing his eyes, he begins to slip into a sort of meditative state. While the pain or pressure doesnā€™t lessen, the panic and tension ease slightly. And even once he feels his heart take its last beat and his lungs go still, he tries to remain in this headspace until you are finished.
He isnā€™t sure how long he is kneeling there beforeā€”
ā€œNoā€¦ā€
Jake picks up the soft sound as it is breathed across the empty warehouse, his ears already tuning into sounds humans shouldnā€™t be able to hear. His eyes flutter open and just over your shoulder, he can see Bob and Phoenix bathed in sunlight standing at the entrance to the building. Bob has tears in his eyes, his lips whispering your name in horror as he watches the growing gory mess you are making of Jakeā€™s neck. He glances back and forth between Jake and Phoenix, silently pleading with her to find a way to fix this.
But Phoenix just stares at the pair of reunited lovers, her jaw set tightly. And Jake knows she understands. Phoenix always understands.Ā 
Jake is weak from blood loss and pain, but he manages the slightest of nods. Lifting two fingers to her forehead, Phoenix gives Jake a small salute in return.
Then she raises her flashlight.
As the beam of light strikes your shoulder, your mouth instantly disappears from Jakeā€™s throat with an agonized hiss as you try to flee from the pain. But using what strength he has left, Jake holds you in place.Ā 
The betrayal on your face as you turn to look at him almost outweighs the pain. Jake knows you must think this was a trick, that he must have been stalling you all along just for this moment. Yet, he had meant every word he said.
Smiling as every cell in his body begins to burn differently from before, he whispers, ā€œTogether.ā€ And he holds up his hand which is cracking and disintegrating in the light just like yours.
Though still pained, your face softens as you realize what he is doing. Transformation or death, those had been his choices. However, it turns out it wasnā€™t an ā€œorā€ but an ā€œandā€.
Reaching out, you link your fingers with his, your skin flaky and fragile in his grasp. You snuggle your head against the unbitten crook of his neck, whimpering slightly as the light does its job, and you whisper back, ā€œTogether.ā€
Jake wraps his other arm around you and holds you close, silently vowing to never let go again.
The last thing he sees before his world slips away is the strangely beautiful swirl of particles of your two disintegrating bodies intermingling in the beam of sunlight.Ā 
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leafie-draws Ā· 11 days ago
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it's genuinely so frustrating being a paranormal nerd because everything is so oversaturated with fake videos and ai slop is this how special agent fox mulder feels
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satorisoup Ā· 4 months ago
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NEW BOKUTO OFFICIAL ART !! :3
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@6okuto kou YIPEEE !! :>
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Youā€™re weakly set along your bed, facing the ceiling. Your face scrunches as you try to focus your thoughts for a moment, but nothing works. You canā€™t even open your eyes right now.
Thereā€™s a creak at the door. It gives a high-pitched groan as it opens. Then closes. Heavy sliding steps near the edge of the bed, stopping next to it with a whir. You expect a sudden weight forcing the mattress down at your side. Butā€¦ a pause. Thereā€™s nothing.
Then a slight mechanical shift lowering over you. A faint breath touches your face as the side of a muzzle slowly rubs against your head.
Thereā€™s a weight on the bed next to your shoulder, then by your legs. You manage to open your eyes enough to see the worn animatroic suit set itself on the bed and on top of you. He slowly, carefully wraps around you, one hand trailing down your side, holding you there lightly.
He gives a heavy exhale.
His smoothed nose gently nuzzles your cheek. His resonant yet labored breaths slowly turn calm, rolling through the air, turning to a graveled purr. All of your thoughts melt at the filling sound: nothing else could have you now.
ā€œHush. Iā€™ve got you,ā€ he whispers softly. He sets the side of his head against yours. His good ear curls over the top of your head, and with the final movement, you relax.
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