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IM LITERALLY DIZZY OH MY LORD LIKE- wons armsšššš his honey skin like they did NOT wash him out oh my LORDDD this is gonna be so so so good
#heewonenthusiast speaks!#orange blood#enhypen#what the actual fuck is this#THE JACKETS HOLY HELL#riki in his michael jackson era again#will this be their best comeback??#maybe#will it top bite me?#probably#WILL IT TOP DRUNK DAZED???#we shall see#š¤š¤š¤#jungwon#yang jungwon
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I love the colorful ones š©µ
#aramygdala#ftm sub#ftm puppy#bd/sm community#bd/sm kink#ftm bottom#puppyboy#top surgery#bite marks#ftm nsft#choking#ftm bd/sm#bruises#tagging is a paaaain haha#ok here's a treat for reading the tags....#ever been folded in half and had someone hold you open while they spit in your ass?#YEAH ME NEITHER UNTIL A COUPLE DAYS AGO#fucking sedate me dhjdjshdhsj
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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.
#and then keep going once ive reached there#oh vampling... š#bite me#this is about lesbian sex#butch#nonbinary#stone top#stone butch#lesbian nsft#nblw nsft#sapphic nsft#wlw nsft#lesbian ns/fw#lesbian
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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 heās really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time Iām thinking āoh dear GODā staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering whatās happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ heās blond
#his outfits are busted heās cosplaying a vampire as an adult man and on top of it heās blond#if he was a real guy who came out of nowhere I would think he was so cringe#and iwtv fans are like āoh we love him! we would always love him!!!ā LIES#you are on the HATER WEBSITE you are simply partially sexualising him and then rolling your eyes at Lestat/Reader band fic#while reblogging hate tweets (made by armand). donāt look in my eyes and tell me you donāt think heās a little cringe.#does it matter how camp a man is if straight women want to fuck him. I think not. site of haters weād be on armandās side#and also youād wanna fuck Daniel. as recent trends show#the x reader fic swiftie aesthetic girlies would love Lestat#they want to be a rockstarās gf#but the gay gore amc hbo nbc bitches would take one look at Daniel crazy geriatric homosexual#who claims to be a vampire and is now touring around with another separate guy claiming to be a vampire#and they would (as they are a currently doing) posting shit like#āhey is vampire peepaw kinda sexy. like Iād let him bite me. Lestat can die but Daniel come and get it grandpaā#lestat is nothing this is danielās time. in the reality where this is actually happening to us and not a tv programme#iwtv#interview with the vampire#rockstar lestat#lestat de lioncourt#the vampire lestat#daniel molloy
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The bigger the biceps the better for carrying the weight of the galaxy, that's just science š
#mass effect#cyberpunk 2077#<- in the technical sense#femshep#commander shepard#oc: Murphy Shepard#i've been wanting to remake my shep in cyberpunk for a loooong long while#today i finally pinned down her overall appearance (as best i could at least) and not to be forward or nothin but i Need her---#biting gnawing etc.#cmdr shepard.... u r so special 2 me.......#she rly is right up there with V as favorite protags of all time fr#didnt mod the top to look that way btw just edited the n7 stripe/logo in post :)
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ā SUFFERING FROM A FEVER, BUT I REALLY NEED TO FUCK A FEMBOY OR TOMBOY . . .
itās getting bad again , robin . hnnngh . . . fuuck .
Running down bad with a fever, my words make no fuckinā sense and half of what Iāll 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 Iām suffering like hell here, stuffed nose, annoyingly itchy throat and godawful temperature, though Iām 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, yāknow.
FEMBOY ROBIN. Really, really gotta. Yāknow, thereās 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 whatās 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, itās not like youāll actually try anything with the towns-folks eyes hidden amongst the lurking shadows, right?? You wouldnātā youāre 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 isnāt steadily increasing along his plush thighs. Like, youāre not ādiscreetlyā 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. Itās 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 āgirlfriendā you coyly call him as, might as well proudly show her cute, pink cock to the world if sheās gonā be such a crude, perverted freak ābout it. Only deserving of the typical āgirlfriendā 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 donāt wanna get publicly fucked in broad daylight, Robin!
As for TOMBOY ROBIN? Would it have been any different for her case? Treat āem 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 aināt this how friends typically treat each other as? Promise, they do, Robin.
If anything, itās 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 youāre not the byproduct of it to begin with. Precariously squished against the bricked near in an isolated corner within the school yard and, hellā youāre 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 schoolās ground. Does it stop you, however? Fuck no, and neither will Robinās adorable, feeble whimpers, bouts of ushered protests wistfully sent your way as if youāre 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 āboyā should take it. Whatād ya mean you want your needy, puffy clit rhythmically toyed with while youāre at it?? A real good boy properly takes what heās given, alright? So, fuckinā suck it up and keep quiet till then, ākay? āWouldnāt want anyone to hear, do you, Robin?ā
#I need to be chained to the fucking wall or something#gnawing through the bars of my enclosure#fucking biting at the air#ROBBINNNNNAUAAGHHHHH HNNGHHHH FUUUUCKKKKKKK#Iāll take you in any shape or form#just. bend. over. for me real quick#ahahaha.. what?#im being normal#normal as can be#dol#degrees of lewdity#robin the orphan#dol robin#robin dol#degrees of lewdity robin#robin degrees of lewdity#top male reader#dom male reader#male reader#x male reader#character x male reader#ā ā¦asher muttering about.. stuff#while heās sick as fuck
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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~
#xochimilli writes#this.. post is about me. ... I WANNA FUCK MYSELF I DESERVE TO DO IT >:((#ftm nsft#t4t nsft#bd/sm kink#ftm dom#ftm top#bd/sm master#queer nsft#bd/sm pet#ftm bottom#ftm sub#ftm ns/fw#t4t ns/fw#ftm t4t#t4t mlm#trans t4t#trans nsft#trans ns/fw#biting kink#ftm overstim#overstim nsft#overstim kink#gay nsft#bd/sm blog#t4t mlnb#t4t nblnb#gender neutral nsft#kitty sub#kitty nsft
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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? š¤ 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
#ask#thranduil-aran-edhil#bg3#bg3 tav#astarion x tav#oc: finch#blood cw#i have this headcanon that orcs/half-orcs don't really uh. kiss each other on the mouth a lot#although they do knock teeth with each other on purpose#it's that post that's like ''i'm not a top or a bottom i'm having sex that looks like two dogs trying to kill each other''#that's standard orc foreplay. to me#anyway what was i saying. oh yeah#so it takes a lot of practice and care to kiss people without tusks but also astarion very pointedly (hah!) knows how and when to bite
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My villain origin story
#ugh. it was probably the bait#i was a fool for thinking an heirloom vegetable would lure in anyone but the chef#if i wanted those bottoms to bite#nothing short of an actual throbbing dick would have sufficed#even if edmond got so absolutely flabbergasted at the sight of it and skewered it#would i not then be able to pull him in via his sword? stuck in the dick bait that traps swords like quicksand?#looks like i didn't do enough research. the bottoms eluded me#but not for long... *adjusts my spectacles*#i don't make the same bait mistakes... *mumbles while calculating* more than three times . probably#to be fair when i first started playing i didn't know that the characters i was aiming for were all bottoms#but. that's just how it ended up. and apparently nuca had other plans for me#where the FRINCK is that meme with the clothing store where it says 'buy a bottom Get a top'#anyway! this is a nice precursor to the massive lecture i'm about to drop#nu carnival garu#nu carnival olivine#nu carnival edmond#nu carnival yakumo
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birthday boy with his birthday toy
#river dipping#theodore doe#matthias evanoff#echthroi#ts4#ts4 edit#ts4 cas#simblr#took a minute to share these bc i decided to edit them but do you see what i mean about how pretty this preset is#the color isn't edited at all like i just added noise highlights and shadows... i'm frothing at the mouth#these exact colors look sooo good on theo......... dw abt whatever's going on with matthias ā¤#iām constantly changing theoās hair bc i havenāt found an alpha hair thatās The One yet#but this one is cute even if itās too flat for theo#and this shirt on matthias has been driving me crazy lately btw.#if i took matthias's top off you'd see the literal line of hickeys from his neck down to his tit where that bite mark is#guy who leaves marks everywhere to stake his claim#vs. guy who intentionally dresses slutty so everyone can see the marks and he can watch his boyfriend preen#ā¦ā¦..anyway. i have a walk to takeāļø#will be thinking about mattodore the whole time
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Give me widower Mav who has come to terms with his husbandās 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 itās funny but to someone I donāt know itāsā¦ strange cause they donāt know how to react and itās 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: heās not gonna use it so
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Hangman, pointing at the ring on Mavās dog tags: youāre married?
Mav: I was, but sadly he died on a terrible accident
Hangman: oh Iām sorryā
Mav: Iām kidding, he didnāt die on an accident
Hangman: oh thank god I thought Iā
Mav: he died of cancer
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Mav: my husband used to hate this movie
Phoenix: what made him change his mind?
Mav: oh he didnāt, he just died
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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 donāt know
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Cyclone: Maverick where is the paperwork I asked for
Mav: oh Iām sorry? I was mourning the death of my husband, in case you hadnāt noticed, the audacity, I cannot believe you would come for a widower like thisā
#im sorry Ice but that bite was a one way ticket to hell#cheer up tho your little freak husband will join you soon#top gun#icemav#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#dead loved one that gives you trauma but also the ability to make jokes about it and be that weird person of the group#thanks dad#for the humor as a coping mechanism not the trauma#Mav and the hoodie is me with any of my dads stuff#literally I kept his shirts and watched cause they were pretty but when people ask me I gotta explain
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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?
#this isn't even about power dynamic#this is pure hedonistic desire#something i love about being as large as i am is most of my bottoms historically can be wrapped up in me entirely#sapphic#lesbian#sapphic nsft#sapphic ns/fw#lesbian nsft#lesbian ns/fw#nblw#nblw nsft#nblw ns/fw#wlw#wlw nsft#wlw ns/fw#butch#butch4femme#femme bait#service top#bite me#breeding k1nk#queer nsft#queer ns/fw
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Drink With Me (Part 2)
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! š
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āNoā¦.No!āĀ
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, āGet the fuck off of me! We need to help her! No! What the fuck are you doing?āĀ
āSheās gone, Hangman,ā dozens of disembodied voices whisper in unison from the darkness behind him. āIām so sorry, but thereās nothing else anyone can do for her now. Itās over. Itās been over for years. You failed. Just as you continue to fail every night.ā
āNo! 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. āPlease!ā
But itās no use. Heās 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, āJake!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 itās 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 hadnāt pissed himself this time if the intense pressure in his bladder is any indication. However, he doesnāt have the faintest desire to crawl to the bathroom so heāll 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. āāuck off, Phe,ā he mumbles somewhat coherently. āās too early.ā
āTell that to the rest of us who have already been awake for several hours,ā Phoenix snaps, driving her boot deeper into Jakeās ribs. When he tries to roll away, she sighs, āDo we really have to do this every morning? Iām not your fucking babysitter. Get up! Bob and I need your help setting up the trap while the lightās 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, sheās 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
āJesus, 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. āHow the hell are you still consistently finding this much alcohol? Weāre barely finding enough food.ā
Heaving himself up until heās 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, āās not enough. Two bottles a night arenāt helpinā anymore. Nightmareās back.ā
āYeah, well, weāve all got our own nightmares that haunt us and you donāt 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. āNow get your shit together and meet us out front in thirty minutes. Weāve got work to do.ā She stomps out of his little alcove to give him some privacy but then pivots to add, āAnd for fuckās sake, take a shower.ā
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 canāt 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 doesnāt have the luxury of going back to his āroomā 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 timeāwhen there is still enough lingering alcohol in his systemāhe 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, thatās 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 didnāt 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 respectedāyou, Coyote, Iceman, Cyclone, Paybackāit 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 itāll 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 conditionsāand 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, itās 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 pieceāone 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 Jakeās sorry ass around to ensure he didnāt 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 hadnāt 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.
āAbout 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. āThanks for helping us out, Jake. We appreciate the extra hands.ā
āNot like she gave me much of a choice,ā Jake mutters under his breath. But seeing the way Bobās shoulders slump at his words, he does his best to smile at him. āBut Iām here now so letās do this.ā
Bobās 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 Bobās insistence that she keeps dragging Jake along with them, sheās afraid Jakeāll screw up and cost her or Bob their lives. And itās a fair concern. After all, itās his fault Bob was almost killed the time his glasses were damaged. Jake had been drunk on patrol and hadnāt 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.
Itās 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 Daggersāa way to kill the creatures. Jake still doesnāt 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 Phoenixās 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, heāll then have time to sneak off to try to find more alcohol before Phoenix and Bob return for him. He hasnāt checked the houses a few blocks to the east yet and maybeā
āJakeā¦ā
Jakeās 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 thereās no one else there. Heās aloneā¦heās 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 canāt 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 doesnāt 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. āI was three blocks away when I caught your scent. I donāt know how, but I immediately knew it was you.ā
The knife slips from Jakeās 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. āB-baby?ā
There is a pause before the voice continues, unemotional and flat. āI should have bolted in any other direction, put as much space between us as possible butā¦I couldnāt. Iām selfish enough that I had to risk seeing you one last time.ā
āOh my god,ā Jake breathes. āItās really you.ā
He takes a few stumbling steps towards the figureātowards youābut you draw back further into the shadows. āNo! 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
āHow are you here?ā he asks, his voice breaking.Ā
āYou know how.ā
He did. It was a fear that had nestled in the back of his mind these past two years that he didnāt dare consider. Whether that was out of the fear of falling into despair or building up false hope, he didnāt know. But he had never let himself imagine this moment and, now that it was happening, he didnāt know what to do.Ā
Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he says, āYou 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, āYeah, 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, āPleaseā¦let me see you.ā
Your outline shifts in the darkness. āI-I donāt think thatās a good idea.ā
āPlease, baby. For the last two years, all I could see was that last memory of you. I need this.ā
āNo. Seeing me like this is not going to be any better than seeing me like that. Iāve changed.ā
āSo have I. But I love you and Iāll still love you no matter what.ā
For a moment, there is only silence. Then you whisper, āStep 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 canāt 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 itās 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 isnāt 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
āOh, 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, āBaby, whatā¦We promised if something ever happened to the other, we wouldnāt give up. We would keep fighting.ā
āIām still here, arenāt I?ā Jake snaps. But then he wilts under the weight of your gaze. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he whispers, āI almost ended itāa few times. Drugs, booze, even thought Iād take my nickname literally. Made a noose and everything. But the thing that always stopped me was that promise. So, yeah, IāIāve been a bit of a mess since youāā he gestures at your transformed self āāand Iām sorry. I tried to be strong but losing you was the worst thing thatās ever happened to me. We were supposed to face this hellscape together and I didnāt know how to cope without you so I let myself become someone that I hate. But now that youāre backāā
āIām not back, Jake. Thatās not whyāā You shake your head, letting your hands drop. āI shouldnāt 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
āNo! Pleaseāā As Jake takes a few steps across the circle of light, you cower back, retreating further into the darkness.
āStop!ā There is a pained quiver in your voice. āIām barely controlling myself as it is. If you get closerā¦I canāt hurt you, Jake. I canāt. But I know if you get any closer, I will and thereāll be nothing I can do to stop it.ā
Jake shakes his head. āNo. I donāt believe it. You would never hurt me.ā
āYou donāt get it. Itās not a choice, itās an undeniable force. Itās hard enough to control myself when Iām fully satiated, but I havenāt fed in almost a week. Your bloodāā 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. āThe venom doesnāt just turn us into theseā¦these things. It drives us to hunt, to kill. And that need is neverending.ā
It breaks Jakeās heart to hear the pain in your voice and he canāt imagine what youāve been dealing with the past two years. However, as much as it horrifies him, he also wants to know more. āWh-what does it feel like?ā
You turn to gaze into the darkness surrounding you. āItās like acid in my veins, a constant burning fire in my gut that only grows stronger if itās not satisfied. Bloodās the only thing that soothes the pain for even a few hours, but itās never enough. Iāve 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. Iām not the woman you loved anymore, Jake. Iām just a monster with her face.ā
Jake shakes his head with a firm set in his jaw. āNo. 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
āJakeāāĀ
āAnd I donāt 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. āYou're not going to hurt me. I know that. Because you're so strong and brave and you can fight thisāā
āItās not that simpleāā
āYes, it is.ā
āJake, stopāā
āNo. Not until you believe thatāā
āI'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, āCoyote?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, āAnd Rooster.ā
āRooā¦.Rooster?ā The truth about Coyote had been painful, yet regardless of who killed him, Jake had come to terms with his best friendās 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¦
āI never wanted you to find out.ā Tears begin to stream down your cheeks, thick, black goo that leaves streaks in their wake. āI 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 āaliveā 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. Weāve 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
āJakeā¦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. āYou donāt understand what itās 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 thatās left is the pure animalistic need to feed. Itās only after Iāve been sated that I come back, that I can remember what happened or what I did. Standing over whatās left of a person, realizing Iām to blame, knowing Iāve murdered them or Iāve forced them to become a monster just like me. I couldnāt 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 didnāt deserve this afterlife. It was the least I could do for them. And Iām sorry it wasnāt 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, āJake, talk to me. Tell me what youāre thinking. If you want me to goāāĀ
āPleaseļæ½ļæ½ā Jake breathes, the weight of the past two years pressing down on him. āPlease let me hold you.ā
āW-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. āBaby, 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
āJake, have you not heard a word Iāve said? Iāve killed our friends and Iāll kill you too. Or worse, Iāll turn you.ā
āI want you to,ā he whispers.
āJake!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 isnāt beating and your lungs arenāt huffing air so it remains deathly still. āI canāt do that to you. I wonāt condemn you to this life.ā
āPleaseā¦ā Jake sobs loudly, too emotionally and mentally drained to get to his feet and walk to you. āI canāt live without you anymore. I need us to be together, whatever that looks like.ā
āYou donāt know what youāre asking.ā
āYouāve made it pretty clear. But Iām willing to bear the pain, theā¦the consequences of this choice if it means I can be with you. So, please, donāt make me spend one more second without you. Either kill me or turn me, but I canāt 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. āI donāt 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 Iām so sorry I wasnāt strong enough to stay away.ā
āIām so glad you didnāt.ā Jake opens his arms, still kneeling on the floor. āCome 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 canāt 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 doesnāt care. Heās holding you in his arms again and nothing else in the world matters.Ā
However, you apparently donāt 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.
āJaāI canātāLet me go. Donāt wanna hurtāā 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, āNo. Itās okay, baby. I want this. Just let go.ā
āIām sorry,ā you whisper, black tears falling on his chest. āIāll 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 wonāt 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 Jakeās 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, āItās okay, baby. Itās 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 Iām 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 Jakeās 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 doesnāt 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 isnāt sure how long he is kneeling there beforeā
āNoā¦ā
Jake picks up the soft sound as it is breathed across the empty warehouse, his ears already tuning into sounds humans shouldnāt 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 Jakeās 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 Jakeās 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, āTogether.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 wasnāt an āorā but an āandā.
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, āTogether.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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Youāre 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 canāt even open your eyes right now.
Thereās 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. Thereās 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.
Thereās 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.
āHush. Iāve 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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