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[sheep-and-lykos]

2 days.

There is only 3 days left until this blog passes away.

Please follow me at @who-knew-a-sheep-can-write here on tumblr instead.

[sheep-and-lykos]

There is only 3 days left until this blog passes away.

Please follow me at @who-knew-a-sheep-can-write here on tumblr instead.

[sheep-and-lykos]

A Very Important Update:

Hey everyone new and old, I'm back but not in the way you may expect.

I have decided that I no longer want to support this blog anymore for various reasons including the fact that Lykos and I had a massive falling out and I know she will never come back to this.

Don't lose hope! I'm still writing!

I just decided that it will be best if I start a new blog and go from there. I also have missed doing headcanons and snippets like I used to do when I had the ffxv blog.

That means that this blog will be coming to an end and I think it would be best if I delete it.

I'm not deleting this blog yet. I have plans to deactivate it around the middle of fall near the start of October so you all have plenty of time.

Here is the new blog.

Nothing is there yet, but you'll probably be seeing me set up stuff like separate masterlists and such because I know the current one is starting to break from so many links.

Here are some of the important things to really note:

I will be re-writing everything that I want to move over so it has a fresh can of paint.

Some fics that I am not happy with will not be re-written and moved over

Some fics that have not done well may not be moved over, I haven't decided yet.

Also, my Ao3 will be getting an overhaul to match, so watch out for that.

Thank you, and goodnight. I'll update soon on more stuff.

[sheep-and-lykos]

Hi, it’s been a while and it’s nice to see you writing again. 🫶🏽 Anyway, could you write a fic where werewolf!Gladio gets a bit worried that he could not find his mate!reader (if you could make it cute, it’ll be awesome). And when he does find her, it gets full on spicy? 😬 Like he assert dominance spicy.

When they’re done, he whispers, almost childlike, “don’t disappear on me again.”

Where the fuck were you?

He felt something awful stirring in the pit of his gut. It felt both red hot and icy cold at the same time, like a knife had been plunged in his tight core and someone was twisting the handle. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

His eyes searched the crowds of Lestallum, amber orbs starting to strain as he felt his heart pounding in his ears. He scanned then faces and heads in the crowd only to go off to the next head then to the next.

Where were you?

His nose burned. There was only so much he could do without making it really obvious that he was literally trying to sniff someone out. The smells of the city didn't make tracking you down any easier: oil, street food, people that don't know how to use deodorant- it all muddled his senses and dampened your scent. Normally, he could pinpoint it without an issue. Why was it a problem now?

It felt like a daemon had raked its icy claws up his spine. His skin became gooseflesh despite it being oh so terribly hot. It was like someone had dumped an entire bucket of freezing water over the shield and set off a blizzard.

He was starting to become more frantic.

One minute he spotted you with Iris and Monica with supplies in your arms and then the next you three had split up. Iris and Monica were accounted for, but even they didn't know where you had wandered off to. He didn't want you alone now with the Nifs getting more bold as the days pass by. He could feel it move under his skin, he hated how it clawed at his insides and fought against his mind. He felt the hair on the back of his neck start to prickle as they stood up on their ends. He could taste putrid bile at the back of his tongue.

He can't lose control here.

He swallowed the lump that had grown tight in his throat and started towards the hotel again when the scent of your sweet body smacked him across the face. It nearly took him out, the shield having to stop his lumbering tracks that made some of the locals look at him with confused glances. His eyes frantically searched the parting crowd where he finally saw you with a grocery bag held in your arms.

Relief poured over him like sweet honey as he started towards you quickly. You didn't seem to notice your lover approaching you until it was too late, until his brawny body that had been sculpted by the gods was suddenly pressed up against you while his arms wrapped around your person. You gasped as he buried his face in your throat and inhaled your sweet scent.

It made him dizzy.

He liked it.

He could still feel the beast inside of him squirming and crying out, begging to feel you, pleading to hear you - it didn't care how you did it, it just really needed your warmth.

"Gladio," you couldn't help but laugh. You fumbled with the grocery bag in your arms as you tried to turn to face the mountain of a man at your backside. "What's all this about?"

He almost felt childish like this, but he really couldn't give less of a shit right now. He wrapped his strong arms around you even tighter and pressed heated kisses to your throat. He needed this, he needed you.

He was craving you something awful and he needed to satiate it now.

Gladio spun you on your heel suddenly, broad hands grabbing at your shoulder to make you look up at him. You've never seen him so frazzled before. His amber eyes searched yours for a moment, brief flickers of gold broke apart the fire in his eyes. You felt your heart slam against your ribcage as your eyes widened. Was he about to-?

He ushered you into the hotel, his hands snatching at your waist and clothes as he hurried you up to your shared room. The bag of groceries had gone missing from your hands somewhere in the mix of it all, but it was completely out of your mind the moment the door closed behind you both.

He pinned you to the door, his bulky weight pressed against your front. His eyes were like a roaring campfire and you were the hot iron rod that poked and prodded him in all of the right ways.

You could feel it stirring beneath his skin, the raw power swirling just under your fingertips as you grabbed onto him to steady yourself.

"Don't you ever disappear on me," his voice was just barely over a grumble.

Just the way he was looking at you had you stirring under the collar, you felt warmth start to pool in your core. Your breathing was starting to grow heavy as your cheeks ran hot.

His hands started to travel south of your chest.

#werewolf gladio #gladiolus x reader #gladiolus #gladiolus amicitia #ffxv imagines #ffxv

[sheep-and-lykos]

*slams fists on table* werewolf chris smut, please!!!!!

"Chris- ah!- what if someone sees?" you whimpered as your chest pressed against the wall.

Your cheek bit against the roughened brick as you felt his large hands roam over your body. You glanced over your shoulder to him the best you could, only able to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye.

Your lover was already a mountain of a man. Hulking and powerful, a real force to reckon with. He already towered over you, but now? His beastly hands snatched at your body, sharp claws digging into your uniform and threatening to rip it off of your person. He snapped his jaws next to your ear, almost as if he was taunting your fellow teammates, like he wanted them to see what he was about to do to you.

Chris pressed one hand against the wall right next to your face, claws sinking into the brick and scratching deep grooves into the old materials. His other hand went from snatching at your waist to your front, his claws scratching down your belly until it got to the crotch of your pants. You shivered as he licked up the shell of your ear, his hot breath ghosting your face as he pressed his front side firmly against your backside.

"Chris," you moaned softly, "please."

You loved the feeling of his cock pressed against your clothed backside. You loved how his clawed fingers twitched as they raked across your body, threatening to tear off that uniform of yours that he can't help but stare at every chance he could get. You loved how hungry he was just for you, absolutely starving for just the smallest tastes of you whether it's a kiss or your cunt on his tongue.

He purred in your ear, nosing at your neck and inhaling your sweet smell. It was enough to drive him mad.

His hand snatching at your person finally snagged onto your pants when you swatter it away. He snarled, sharp teeth nipping at your delicate skin as you did so. You didn't need to look to know those big feral blue eyes were baring right into you.

"You're not ruining a second uniform today. You tore yours up, you're not getting mine before you're horny you big beast."

You tried to slip past him, fingers already hooking onto your utility belt when he snatched at you. He spun you around, pinning your back to the brick this time. God, just his stare alone was enough to stop you. His eyes were haunting and feral, they were full of such carnal desire for you that it was enough to drive him mad. His pupils shrank just looking at you. He was absolutely starving.

"They're gonna hear us-" his claws bit into the thick material of your uniform. "Someone is gonna see you like this-" your hands gripped onto his hairy body and dug your fingers into the rippling muscles just beneath. "Chris, wait, can I just take off my pants?"

He didn't allow you much time to do so, you could only manage to undo the zipper and loosen your belt and pull both your pants and underwear down just enough to sever the wolfman's patience. He pressed his hairy body against yours, pinning you to the wall once again this night. You gasped and snatched onto his brawny shoulders as you felt one of his fingers run across your sickened cunt, the sharp tip of his claw barely scraping against such delicate skin that it lit a fire deep inside of your core.

"Someone's gonna hear us if they haven't already heard you turn," you croaked out. Your knees nearly gave out under your person, your hands snatching up his lycan body to steady yourself. "What're you gonna say, Captain?"

He shot you a look, eyes blazing, almost as if he was daring for whoever to come in here and see the captain fucking his pretty little lover like this. What would anyone fucking do? Fire Chris fucking Redfield?

And calling him captain? It did something to him. It was like he had been chasing prey for long and now that he finally caught it, something carnal inside of him told him it was time to feed.

And he had his sights on his pretty little lover.

#chris redfeild x reader #chris redfield #werewolf chris redfield #resident evil

[sheep-and-lykos]

i need to be mated by bigby

same pookie

same

You've never seen him look like this before. There was something hungry in his garden and it only ate him up more the longer he looked at you. You could see it clouding his vision, attempting to sway his mind to do his deepest desires with you. You wanted him to. You wanted him to use you, to fuck you, to do whatever he wants to do with you. Even as he caged you against the wall, trapping you between his two brawny arms with his heaving chest pressed against yours, he still held back. Something softened in his eyes for a brief moment, hesitating like he always does when he wants to be rough with you. You could smell the want and need pouring off of him and it was intoxicating, it mixed in your gut with the burning hot desire that had already pooled deep in your belly. It was like honey and wine, sweet and intoxicating and always a pleasure.

Your hands grabbed at his open collar, pulling his warmth closer to you. You could feel his heartbeat against his skin. For a moment, it felt like your hearts were beating at the same rhythm.

"Please," you softly begged.

The word was just barely a whisper, so soft normally someone would have missed it. But Bigby wasn't normal. Bigby was passionate and charming and tender and warm. He was everything opposite of what bullshit everyone spews and it was perfect.

He took your single word as his invitation. Always the gentleman.

He captured your lips with his. His stubble bit against your skin, scraping it just enough to scratch at your skin deliciously. It sent sparks down your spine right to your aching cunt that was dripping sweet nectar for him. Your fingers weaved tighter into the collar, pulling him more flush against your chest. He growled deeply against your lips, his hands clawing off of the walls to grasp at your head. His fingers curled in your hair while his other hand had traveled down your spine. He buried it in the small of your back, bunching up your clothes. You wanted him to rip off your clothes and have his way with you.

He growled against your lips like a hungry dog when your fingers moved across the broad expanse of his chest. You clutched at his shoulders, buried them in his hair and pulled, joined your hands together behind his neck as you moaned softly against his lips.

There was something off about Bigby though.

You could feel him holding back something. Just beneath your fingers and his clothes, you swore you could feel something powerful stirring. He felt so incredibly warm it was almost suffocating it was a shock that he hadn't gone crazy yet. Hell, this was basically your greeting since you had just walked through your front door just a few minutes ago.

You pulled away, breaking the kiss to look up at Bigby. He looked like he had gotten drunk from just kissing you alone, the way his eyes were half open and dazed. You could see golden flecks igniting in his honey brown hues. His pupils were dilated so small before blowing so wide you almost missed the color. He was panting more than he normally would, his hands latched on tighter too.

"Is there something wrong?" you mumbled against his lips.

Bigby almost seemed bashful. A faint pink dusted across his chiseled cheeks as he suddenly found it hard to look at you. He almost looked ashamed from just the one simple question.

"Sweetheart, I-" he paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "I need you."

He needs you? The way he searched your eyes, the way he held you tightly. It dawned on you.

Was he in..?

The crazed and starving look in his eyes, the way he looked like a caged wolf ready to strike, how he was all over you from just coming into your apartment. Even now, you could feel how his clothes felt tighter, especially along his back where you knew one wrong move and the seams could pop from the shifting muscles below.

"Bigby-"

"Please?"

His eyes were glowing yellow at this point. Bigby could see their reflection in your eyes, driving out the gorgeous color that he craved to drink up. He needed you. He needed to taste you, to feel you, to see you, to drink up your sweet body in the light of the moon glowing just outside of the windows.

"Take me."

Those two words solidified your fate for the night.

You gasped as Bigby wasted no time in hoisting you up and over his shoulder. Long and powerful legs strode across your apartment and kicked open your bedroom door. You gasped when your back hit your mattress, eyes wide as you stared up at Bigby. He was already starting to wolf out; the way his eyes flared a neon yellow, the thicker facial hair, those glinting fangs and sharp tongue you wanted to feel against your most sensitive of skins, those claws you wanted him to sink into you and never let go.

He was always such a handsome sight to take in.

And the more feral he looked, the warmer the heat between your legs bloomed.

Bigby's hands snatched at your waist and pulled at the waistband of your pants. He was gentle, he was always gentle when it came to taking off your clothes unless he couldn't help it whether it was your teasing or him nearly going feral with lust. He kissed right below your navel as he slipped your pants down your legs, coaxing you to lift your ass up just enough to allow him to take off your pants and panties in one go. The damned clothes pooled at the floor before your bed before Bigby turned his attention to your top. His claws made it hard to work with such delicate cloth, but he never allowed you to help him. He wanted to do it all for you. But this time, you had to. Your fingers joined his as you both peeled off your top together, your bra didn't seem to last too much longer having been unhooked and tossed over his broad shoulder.

Bigby's wolfish eyes roamed your body, they were starving with desire. The way they raked over your naked body laying before him all splayed out and ready was always such a treat. It made him painfully aware of the awful tightness growing in the crotch of his pants.

It wasn't just his pants, though. He had suddenly become very aware of how tight the rest of his clothes had gotten between the bulky muscle and thick hair spreading across his sun-kissed skin. A brief look of embarrassment spread across his face before he seemingly lost control for a moment.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he suddenly collapsed to his knees. Brief moans of pain and a series pops and cracks muffled the tearing of clothes. You couldn't help but watch, eyes wide and staring as how his body rippled with power as he transformed into a big, hulking, very sexy werewolf. It made the honey dripping from your aroused cunt burn a whole lot hotter. When he stood, his eyes were on you and you were painfully aware of the heavy cock between his legs.

He scented the air before his eyes zeroed in on your sweet pussy. You had spread your legs, keeping them wide open just for him.

He pinned you to the bed with both hands on either side of you, claws digging up the sheets as his wolfish maw hovered just over the delicate skin.

You whined as you felt his tongue split you open, head rolling back as your mouth hung open while the sharp tip of his tongue dove between your folds and lapped right at your burning cunt. He growled with satisfaction, his ears swiveled to catch every noise that left that sweet mouth of yours. He could get drunk off of just the sounds you made.

His hands snatched at your shaking legs, stopping you from wrapping them around his head and held them up by the ankles, making sure to spread you wider until you felt the burn at your hips. Your hands snagged wherever they could; the sheets clinging to your sweaty body, the pillows bunched at your head, but he really seemed to love it when you buried your fingers in his fur and held him tightly.

You rocked your hips against his mouth, doing your best to grind against that fucking tongue of his just as he thrusts it deep inside of you. You winced and cried aloud when you felt his fangs pricking against your soft skin.

It all felt so fucking good, you never wanted to to end.

Your climax came suddenly, shocking you at just how fast you came from just him tongue fucking you alone. Bigby growled contently, burying his head deeper as he lapped up your sweet orgasm. You whined, your fingers trying to pry him off of your weeping pussy as your brain tried to pick up the poor pieces that had fallen and scattered from your climax. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, you body felt like it was weightless. His tongue lapped up your sweet honey, he was practically purring from just the taste of you. The way he looked up at you as he did so, you could see the smug look of satisfaction in those damn eyes.

He knew what he was doing.

He pulled away suddenly, the hair on his chin and his fangs glinted with drippings of your arousal. His sharp tongue rolled over, making sure to get every last drop as he stood up. Your heart was pounding so hard against your chest, but it wasn't out of fear. You were so horny right now it was unreal. Is this what Mundies felt like when they're in love? Of course, they didn't get with the big bad wolf himself, but holy shit.

Bigby snatched at your ankles again after a moment of letting you catch your breath before he suddenly brought your knees to your chest. You gasped, eyes wide at the sudden position change. He spread you wide, barely pushing you to your limits to the point where pleasure started to dance on the thinnest of lines with pain.

You kept eye contact with him, never once faltering, only swallowing thickly as you felt his head tap at your abused passage that had started to leak arousal once again. Your mouth suddenly hung open as your eyes squeezed shut, a low moan pushing past your lips as Bigby sank into you. He couldn't go all in, especially this early. He needed to work you up.

He remembers the last time he got too excited all too well that it haunted him for awhile.

Bigby snarled and bared his fangs, puffing through his nose as his body reacted so well to you being wrapped around his cock. His claws sank into your ankles, blood barely beading at the surface as he did his best to keep what little control he had left. God, he wanted to bury himself balls deep inside of you and fuck you, cum so deeply in that warm pussy of yours and never come out until he knew you would give him pups. It was some sick primal urge that had been brewing inside of him the moment he woke up that morning. The work day was long and grueling to put it bluntly.

Bigby snapped his maw when he had buried himself to the hilt inside of you, pulling a short whine from your lips. Your toes curled, your hands fisted the sheets, your body was covered in a delicious thin coating of sweat he could just lick right off of your body.

And he did exactly that.

He he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of your crying cunt, be crazed his head down and licked at your chest. The tongue that had just been buried in your sweet pussy was now licking up the sweat that balmed your body. It tasted amazing, like perfection against his tongue. He lapped at your breasts, loving the way your nipples pebbled from his tongue rolling over such sensitive flesh. Some sick thought in the back of his head made him want to see the day they were full of milk while you were soft with his pups. Just the thought of you pregnant made his cock twitch inside of your wet cunt.

You came once again around his cock, Bigby howling shortly as your walls fluttered around his cock, trying to milk him for whatever he could provide. His humanity was fading, his morales were being corrupted.

All he wanted to do was mate.

#bigby x reader #twau bigby #bigby imagine #sheriff bigby #the wolf among us

[sheep-and-lykos]

omg i love leon so much i am so happy you're writing for resident evil!!! please, i need werewolf leon angst, please please please

"Whys it in a cage?

Because it growled at me."

How long had you both been separated? Peering up at the rolling dark clouds and the lack of a sun, you'd have to judge at least a few hours. You didn't like the vile pool that bubbled in the deepest pits of your gut, it made something bitter simmer at the back of your throat that had you almost on the verge of vomiting. The rancid smells of the rotting village around you didn't help either.

You kept your gun in front of you, cocked and ready with a full magazine just waiting to be emptied into the next thing that moves in this damn hellsite. You inched your way through, eyes spying the mangled bodies of rotting cadavers split open for some sick offering as well as fresh ones still somewhat warm that looked to have been torn up by a wild animal. You knew wolves lurked around, you swore you even saw one earlier. One if it's legs looked as though it had gotten caught in a trap. It all didn't stop you from keeping your weapon ready in front of you as your exhausted eyes raced across every room and opening you came across.

You needed to find Leon.

Ashley would be with Leon. Find her and you find him.

It was simple. Right?

The biting cold blew past you, ruffling up the fallen leaves and kicking up the putrid smells of rotting earth and bodies that almost had you crumbling over to hurl up whatever was left in your gut. It all made you feel horribly dizzy. Comms were static in your ear, filling your mind with even more cotton fuzz that had you just yanking the damn ear piece out in frustration.

You started deeper into madness, following the trail of dropped bodies riddled with bullet holes and deep lacerations until you came upon a glint against the muddy ground. A metallic glint that upon inspection had your blood freezing: Leon's SG-09R laid splattered in mud, barely visible. You were only able to see in from the faint light of the full moon overhead. You couldn't help but pick it up, the weight foreign yet familiar. It was empty, bullets absent. What was even more of a shock was that it almost looked like it had been crushed, especially at the wooden embedded handle. The metal was all bent out of shape and the wood was splintered. Whatever got ahold of it has to have been something big and nasty. It sent a shiver down your spine as you looked around, eyes trained on the dying foliage for any eyes that may have been watching you, but nothing seemed to move.

You pocketed the handgun and started deeper into the madness.

The bodies had started to grow in numbers until you came to a halt. You could hear something awful just ahead. What the fuck could it have been? It had to have been an animal from the horrid snarls it gave off 

You poked your head out only to nearly back away just at the sight.

It was some sort of fucking monster; big and horrible and covered in blood-soaked hair. It looked like a wolf trying to play human with skin stretched tight over lanky limbs. Hell, it even had scraps of clothes wrapped around its odd body-

You felt your heart stop. You peered out again.

It had its back to you, ashen hairy hands were busy fighting off another infected villager. You didn't want to believe it.

The villager dropped dead, falling like a boulder against the cold earth as the beast towered over it. It's snout carved through the chilled air, dog-like nose sniffing the air while it's bloody claws flexed.

Your eyes suddenly met, haunting sapphire meeting your own terrified hues, you knew you were fucked.

You raised your gun with shaking hands, finger trembling over the trigger. Was this real? Was this a real thing happening to you right now? Staring down a fucking werewolf in the middle of an infected village that was wearing the clothes of your fucking partner and boyfriend?

He started towards you and you pulled the trigger.

It felt like someone had cracked him across the head with a lead pipe. His entire skull throbbed- scratch that, his entire everything felt like it had been lit ablaze and left to stew in agony. He felt a chill roll over his sweat-sheened body, wincing at how every twitch felt like his bones were breaking all over again. But the call of the wild wasn't ringing in his head like stark wedding bells; he was safe from the beast that laid just beneath his skin…

For now.

It was the stench of clotting blood that had his eyes unscrewing faster than he can shoot. It wasn't his blood, but someone he knew all too well. It felt like he had been stabbed in the chest, he hated the way his body wretched and writhed. His eyes burned when he opened them, fluttering and blinking away the pain.

He didn't dare sit up, especially when his body had started to wake with his mind. He could feel the deep pains emitting from his side, his muscles flaring as they tried to heal. He could feel how his body was trying to stitch itself back together, how his muscles had forced out whatever it was that pierced him and now it had only started to heal.

It had to have been a bullet. He swore he could taste the gunpowder, smell the freshly fired round despite it being probably just hours ago that he had been shot.

While he was like that.

His stomach twisted horribly. He shouldn't have let it get to him, he shouldn't have let the beast win earlier, but something inside of him just snapped. It wasn't anything Ashley was doing, although she really didn't make things easier.

Fear had nearly punched his lights out as he was forced to sit up. You.

How did he just now smell it? How did he just now start to smell the stench of your blood that coated dryly at his fingertips? That lingered at the back of his tongue and coated his teeth? Oh God, did he actually attack you?

He groaned as the pain in his naked side started to scream, clutching it as he finally realized where he was.

It had to have been some sort of cellar, surrounded by barrels of old aged wine and dust and cobwebs. It was freezing, there were no windows, just a single lit oil lamp that sat at the base of the stairs that lead out of here. He had been chained at the ankle like some kind of dog (he couldn't really argue against it), the skin underneath had been rubbed raw. He still had tatters of his pants that did their best to keep him covered, the rest of his clothing hadn't been so lucky.

He grabbed onto the cuff and tried to pry it off, completely ignoring the presence that was suddenly behind him until he heard a gun cocking. He hesitated to turn around until he swore the eyes staring at him were about to burn a hole through his skull. He didn't need to see you to know that it was you.

"(Y/n)-"

"What the fuck was that, Leon?" You cut him off.

He really dug himself into a deep grave, didn't he?

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #werewolf leon kennedy #resident evil

[sheep-and-lykos]

ooo, what about the gang picks up a werewolf!reader and her and arthur start to fall in love but then he finds out?

You were an odd one. From the moment you hesitantly agreed and shook Dutch’s outstretched hand on an agreement to join his band of merry thugs, Arthur could tell something was just a bit off about you.

You were nearly in the same boat as Sadie; But instead of men that killed your friend, the scratches and bloody wounds splitting at your flesh proved it to be an animal. If someone were to ask - they always did, nobody in the damn gang could keep their noses out of other people’s business for long - you wouldn’t be able to give a simply straight answer. A wolf? A bear? The fear in your eyes plagued your nightmares, twisted your memories. You didn’t know what you almost fell victim to, but the important thing was that you were alive. You probably would have been worse if you were alone back at your disheveled house.

Arthur had only spoken to you a few times. Each time your voice reached his ears, he felt something in his chest flutter and his stomach to warm. It was nice. Arthur hadn’t felt like that in a long time. Not since-

Arthur spied you from across camp helping Pearson who was skinning a few rabbits for tonight's dinner. Something in the back of his mind pestered him to go over and offer you his help like any gentleman would but the large bundle of dry logs and sticks tucked in his arms needed to be placed for a fire. He watched as he started to set the logs up, his forest hues trailing over your body glistening with just the thinnest sheen of sweat, the blood that was accidentally wiped on your cheek, the cute little look of concentration on your face.

Arthur turned his attention away, his cheeks flaring just as you finished up with the rabbits.

What Arthur didn’t see was how you ducked back into you tent nearby. You weren’t going to clean your hands off with water, instead, something inside of you took over your mind and you licked at the blood that sat dry on your fingers and hands until they were clean.

The next time Arthur caught himself looking, Charles had come back from hunting with a large deer strapped to the back of his horse. You were nearby, walking towards the washtub with a basket on your hip when the deer’s carcass had started to slip from the ropes just as Charles tied the reigns to the post. The basket hit the grass just as the deer slipped- Right into your arms. Both you and Charles looked at each other in shock, especially considering that you were holding up the deer’s body with both arms without a struggle.

You must’ve been a very strong woman. No wonder you fought off that vicious creature the night they found you. Arthur thought of bringing you along on a hunt sometime in the future. He saw the way you looked out at the forest surrounding camp, how you longed to explore nature’s bounty and all.

And then there was today.

You and Arthur had started to be sweet on each other. God, he loved the way you would glance at him from across camp over your shoulder. It drove something warm and heavenly through his entire body, almost like he had been basking in the afterglow without even doing a single sexual thing. He had his journal in his hand, his pencil nearly rolled out of his grip as he stared lovingly at you. The drawing of you against the yellowed parchment wasn’t yet done, but with how he was staring at you, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to finish so soon.

The sun was setting, the smell of dinner wafted through camp. Ever since you came along, it was like Pearson’s cooking got a whole lot better. He actually looked forward to it, not making the excuse of needing to run into town or go hunting or whatever bullshit he could conjure up just to avoid his “food.”

Everyone sat around the roaring fire with plates and bowls in hand. Everyone was laughing and telling stories, drinking and promising each other with games of poker and dominos once they were full and happy. Arthur sat next to you, enjoying how warm you felt next to him, loving how just your presence alone made him feel at ease. It was when everyone had started to go off and do their own things for the night did Arthur stand up and turn to you. Arthur reached out his hand, fingers together, palm softened. His eyes were hopeful, longing as they looked down at you. He loved the way your eyes lit up against the fire, almost like they were glowing like gemstones in the moonlight.

“Would ya like to walk with me?” his brows raised slightly in anticipation.

You took his hand without a second to lose, allowing him to pull you up to your feet before he ushered you towards the edge of camp. Arthur’s walked the woods around camp so many times before, he knew where to go and how to get back to his tent all too well. He guided you on his invisible path, gently lifting you over unturned roots and pulling up low hanging branches so they wouldn’t scratch at your person or snag your clothes. He led you out until you both broke from the trees and into a small clearing of soft grass you wouldn’t mind sleeping on. The pale moonlight blanketed everything in soft light as it barely broke through the lush treeline. The chirping of crickets, the faint cries of wild dogs in the distance, the occasion whine of a wild horse somewhere grazing its heart out. It felt so peaceful.

“It’s beautiful,” you hummed.

He still had your hand in his. It was unbelievable how soft your hand was compared to his mitt. Not calloused, not even scratched up from recent labor. He could hold onto it forever.

You felt a lot warmer now than you did just moments ago. He could seen a sheen of sweat across your skin once again. Your clothes stuck to your body, clinging to your sweat, drinking it up like the fabric was starving.

The crickets stopped chirping.

Arthur noticed immediately. The wild horses that were nearby cried out and suddenly ran, their hooves pounding across the forest floor. Arthur parted from you for a second, walking slowly towards where the horses were before stopping at the tree line. His eyes squinted in the night, trying to makeout just what was going on. The revolver that sat in his holster suddenly felt like it weighed more than a damn bear.

With his back to you, he didn’t see you suddenly fall to your hands and knees until he turned around.

“(Y/n)!” he gasped. He bounded over you, suddenly at your side. Your hands were buried in the grass, fisting the luscious flora so tight that you were yanking the grass up by its roots. Your mouth hung open like you were choking, soundless gasps for air rattled your body. “What’s wrong?”

“Arthur-” your words cut off as you suddenly cried out in pain.

His hands that gripped your body felt like they were burning you. His touch felt like it was caging you. It felt like your body was going to shatter if he used any more pressure.

Your back suddenly arched up, your spine crackling like a raging fire just under your dress. Your head dipped below your shoulders as you wailed in pain, pressing your face against the dewy grass. Arthur felt your bones shift, the horrifying sounds emitting from just beneath your skin made his throat tighten like he was about to vomit.

You trembled beneath him, your body was both freezing and burning you up at the same time. You felt like you were being suffocated. Your clothes felt like they were way too tight. Your boots groaned as your feet tried to dig for purchase against the forest floor, your toes felt like they were crammed up against the entire front of the boots.

You suddenly found the strength to stand. Like you were being controlled by some unnatural force, you stood up, startling Arthur as he stumbled back with you still in his grip. You had turned to face him, your body didn’t like how you twisted, your legs giving out under your weight. Your hands snatched at Arthur’s button-up, they looked discolored, veins bulged out from the backs of your hands and they were horribly dark against your skin, your fingers looked as though they were broken all at once. Arthur looked horrified before he winced. His large hands came up to snatch at your trembling wrists and pulled them way revealing just how long your nails had suddenly become. They were dark, like you had slammed them while trying to close a drawer, and they had tapered to sharp points that were now sticky with Arthur’s blood.

You looked up at him with mortified eyes, your entire body wracked with twitching limbs and horrible cracks jerking around your body. You could feel something inside of you fighting to come out of you. The smell of his blood drove you wild, saliva pooled in your mouth where you felt your teeth and gums had started to become sore.

You suddenly felt starving.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur x reader #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2

[sheep-and-lykos]

hii~ im so happy you're back at writing!! for a halloween ask, can you do something with a vampire!reader and mccree? something very angsty like reader hasn't fed in a long time and attacks jesse?

Braced against the wall you clawed at your bleeding back. Searing pain tore through your muscles. It felt like you were being ripped apart at your flank, like someone had jammed their hands in your open wound and was trying to split you open. Your vision swayed violently, your eyes felt like they were burning and tears trickled down your face.

You swallowed thickly. It felt like you had something lodged in your throat. It felt like you had swallowed the thickest molasses ever made on the planet, it coated your insides and made you feel horribly nauseous. You cried out in agony, knees buckling under your weight as you collapsed to the metal ground. Blood started to drip down from your ruined uniform, splattering beneath you. Your blood was thick and dark, almost black against the worn steel flooring.

Every move you made only made it feel worse. You could feel the venom coursing in your veins. You don't know how long you had before your mind snapped, but it couldn't be long now. The corners of your vision were dark, every noise rang out in your ears like it was Morrison himself booming into a megaphone. The contents of your stomach boiled making your blood feel ice cold.

A familiar scent smacked you across the face. It made you horrified, the blood draining from your face probably to the open wound in your flank. It felt like someone was driving a stake through your unbeaten heart.

You stumbled to stand up, clawing at the walls as you cried out in agony. You watched in horror as the veins in your hands ran dark, the color creeping up the backs of your hands and along your fingers. You didn't have much longer.

The scent of tobacco and whiskey was pungent, sitting heavy in the back of your throat. He was getting closer. The sounds of his jingling spurs as he raced through the halls was booming in your ears.

"(Y/n)!" he called. You winced horribly and nearly buckled again as how his voice rattled around your head. "(Y/n), where are ya?"

You heard him stop down the hall. You felt disgusted to have his eyes on you. He hesitated, eyeing the large wound you were sporting. He knew something was horribly wrong just from looking at you.

"Get away," you weakly cried. "Get away from me."

"(Y/n)-"

"I said get away!"

You turned to glare over your shoulder and he froze under your intense gaze. Your eyes were bright and full of a concoction of emotions he's never seen you wear before. He could sense the fear and pain radiating off of you in waves, it made his heart ache with how you trembled and struggled to stand.

He weighed his options quickly. You already hadn't fed before this mission, but now here you stood bleeding and probably poisoned. He could see the humanity slipping from your eyes, he could see the fangs sitting sharp in your mouth. He peered down the hall to the Talon bodies that were already dead when he came, most likely dead by your hand. There were more Talon agents crawling around, it was only a matter of time before they found you both. He couldn't let them get to you.

He started down the hallway to you. Peacekeepers sat horribly heavy in her holster, taunting him with such horrible ideas he would never act on.

You panicked, clawing the wall as you tried to put more distance between you and him only to collapse once again on the floor.

"No-"

"I ain't lettin' em get ya," Jesse grit his teeth.

You cried out in agony when you felt his hands snatched at your body, wailed when he lifted you up from the dirty floor. You tried to fight against him, clawing at his metal arm that wrapped around your chest and dragged you through the winding halls. Your vision had started to go dark, your mind fading in and out of consciousness as you fought weakly against your lover.

He eventually came to a room where he tuck you both inside, closing the door and locking it. He braced you against an abandoned desk before he dug around in his pocket for his communicator. He cursed to himself and turned his back to you as he fiddled with the damn piece of technology.

Something inside of you had snapped, like a switch had been flipped in the other direction. Your mind went blank as you stood up like you had been possessed by something.

Whatever chemical they had shot you with finally took over.

Jesse stepped pressing buttons just as you lunged at him. He barked out a gasp as you pinned him against the door. He elbowed you in the throat and pushed you away just enough to turn and face you before you pinned him again. He brought up his metal arm just in time for your fangs to sink into the metal plating, tearing it back and causing it to spark.

"Get a grip!" He shouted as you reeled back. Your eyes were feral, like a rabid wolf, rimmed red and pupils blown wide against red eyes. "(Y/n)! Get a hold of yerself!"

#jesse mccree #mccree x reader #mccree #cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #overwatch imagines

[sheep-and-lykos]

👉👈 could we get a vampire Elliot stardew x fem!reader in a NSFW first feeding kinda situation? (I love vampy stories where they conflate the act of giving blood and sex)

So some def angst, wanting to be accepted, but also probs went too long without feeding so- some desperation on his part too in multiple ways

Sorry got a bit carried away

Love your work

I need to write more vampy stuff. Can't give all the love to werewolves no matter how much I really wanna

Also. Rewatched interview with a vampire and holy shit :) really love me some young Brad Pitt:)))))

Something wasn't right.

You peered over the glazed ceramic lip of your coffee mug to look at your husband. Your brows pinched in worry as you swallowed, gently setting the mug down as you studied his demeanor.

He seemed off.

It was like he hadn't yet fully woken up despite being up for hours. He was sluggish as he moved about the farmhouse. His eyes didn't seem to be their usual vibrant emerald green you could stare into all day and never get bored. His skin wasn't sun kissed, but pale and dull with dark circles around his eyes. Even his hair didn't seem to have that romantic seaside lover's shine he always manages to get right, it looked dull and lifeless. He walked past you, never forgetting to press a kiss against your cheek. His lips felt freezing like he was dead.

That's because he was.

"When was the last time you fed, Elliott?"

Your voice stopped him in his tracks, but it wasn't like he was planning on moving from where he was standing next to you. He pressed his body against yours, really showing you just how cold his body had become. He drank up your warmth, leaning into it like his life depended on it. His lanky arms came up and gently wrapped around your person, dragging you in closer to his frigid body.

"Not since you let me last, my darling," he hummed.

You couldn't help the soft and very brief gasp that left your lips when you felt his fingertip brush past the hair that hid your neck to reveal the nearly-faded mark. It wasn't big, really it wasn't noticeable anymore. But when he gave it to you? You fussed over it in the vanity mirror while Elliott watched on, pleased with his work.

"Why didn't you say anything? I would've let you."

Elliott pressed his lips to your throat and gently kissed the scarred skin. It was right by your pulse point. He was savoring the way your heart fluttered from his kisses alone.

"I always feel so guilty asking, dearest."

He took in your sweet smell, letting it fog up his mind without any fuss. He could drink up your scent all day, get high on it. He wanted to so badly.

He kissed at your throat, right under the old mark he had left and greedily ran his tongue over your skin. He savored how salty you were from tending to the farm and how sweet your natural taste was. You tasted like the finest of chocolates he would sometimes indulge in when he was human so long ago.

His hands snatched at your waist, dragging you in close to his person before tangling behind your back. His fingers took handfuls of your clothing, twisting into the material so you wouldn't squirm too much in his grip. He licked at your skin, barely brushing his sharp teeth over your delicate skin right by your pulse point. He would already taste your sweet blood against his pearly fangs, feel how it warmed his body greatly and made him feel alive again.

You stopped him with a gentle push at his shoulders.

"Can you not do my neck this time?" you asked in a soft, weak voice. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Of course," he mused. He pulled away from your throat to look you in the eyes. His pupils had been blown wide, leaving just barely a small ring of emerald green that seemed to glow faintly in the dim lighting of the farmhouse. "I know of a few other places that might be enjoyable for us both."

Your eyes flicked between the sharp canines in his mouth and his predatory eyes. They bore right into your soul and you fucking loved the way they always sent tingles down your spine.

"Like where?"

Elliott roughly unlatched one hand from your back to grab at your breast, squeezing it gently as you suddenly gasped.

"I could drink from your perfect breasts, they're always such a sweet treat for me." He pressed your lower back up against the countertop and caged you against it. You felt your face heat up and your heart beat rapidly against your chest. You felt a familiar bloom of heat start to swell between your legs, and you knew Elliott could smell it. And the moment he did, you swore his pupils nearly swallowed the rest of his iris whole. He pressed himself closer against you, placing a knee between the apex of your legs. "I could make the experience even sweeter, my love," he purred.

"Elliott-"

"I could fuck you as I drink from you. Bite into you as you're cumming around my cock, feed from you as you're crying out my name while my head is buried between your breasts." God, just his words alone made your eyes want to roll in the back of your head with lust. He pressed a kiss once again to your throat, ghosting the sharp tips of his fangs over your precious skin. He loved how your skin became goose-fleshed from his lips alone. His other hand snaked down to your pussy, his fingers eagerly enjoying how wet you had become just from his words alone. "Or perhaps I drink from your thighs? Biting into such soft skin as I'm fingering you? Having your legs wrapped around my head? It all sounds like a dream come true, my dear."

"Please Elliott, I need you."

You grabbed his collar for support, arching your back so your belly pressed against his abdomen. You whined as his fingers rubbed your clothed cunt, teeth grit as you wanted nothing more than your husband to fuck the lights out of you.

He hoisted you up like you weighed nothing and hauled you into the bedroom, setting you down with such ease. His hands pulled at your clothes like they offended him, tugging your shirt up and over your head while you struggled to remove your pants quickly. Your loving husband unhooked your bra, catching your delicate skin in his hands and massaging at the plush skin, the pads of his fingertips ran across your nipples to make them bud.

Once you had kicked off your pants, it was Elliott's turn to shed his clothes. Doing so with great speed, your eyes settled on his hard cock he had taken in one hand, his thumb rolling over the swollen head that leaked a bead of precum.precut.

Elliott snatched at your ankles and pulled you closer to him until your ass was off of the bed. He settled your ankles over his broad shoulders before he brought his head down to your dripping cunt. His cold breath against your hot pussy made your mind start to go nuts. You grabbed at the sheets and pleaded softly as you felt his fangs brush against your delicate womanhood.

You whined, head rolling back against against the sheets as you felt his tongue part your slick walls. Your mouth hung open as a guttural moan echoed out of you, your eyes fluttering while your mind became nothing more than warm oozing honey. Elliott growled against your cunt, you felt the pricks of his fangs just barely scratching at your delicate skin. He moaned when small droplets of your sweet blood mixing in with your arousal, it tasted like something only fables and legends could describe. It was unreal how perfect you tasted, how fucking perfect you were. His tongue teased at your entrance, the tip of his tongue swirled around your labia and barely pressed into your core and you were a whining mess.

He chased your arousal like he was hunting it. His hands snatched at your hips to keep your still as your hands snatched at his hair and buried your fingers in his auburn locks.

You came suddenly on his face, nails scratching deliciously at his scalp as your body seized up and relaxed at the same. Euphoria washed over your body as your back arched off of the bed, wanting nothing more than to have Elliott lick up your sweet honey all night long. You swore you could love crushed his skull between your thighs from how tight you kept them.

You suddenly cried out again as a sharp pain emitted from your left thigh. You felt him dig his fangs into your soft flesh, anchoring his jaw into the meat of your thigh as he quickly drank from you. The pain ebbed quickly, an overwhelming sense of pleasure smacked whatever senses hadn't yet been dulled by pleasure. Your head swam in a sea of warmth and fuzziness, your body felt like was weightless.

You looked down at your husband who was already looking back at you. His green eyes were lit ablaze with the fiery passion of one thousand suns (how ironic for someone of his condition), those haunting green eyes cut through the dim lighting coming from the hallway. He kept eye contact with you as he fed, he always tried to whenever he wouldn't bury his teeth in your throat, until he had his fill from your thigh.

He pulled away, licking at the blood that dribbled down his lip. He already looked so much better from just how little of your blood he fed on. A feral glint remained in his eyes as he eyed you on the bed. His fangs glinted dangerously, still sticky with your sweet blood.

He kept your legs over his shoulders as he stood over the bed and ground the tip of his cock against your dripping cunt. You whined as your pussy cried, but Elliott's hypnotic gaze seemed to calm you as he parted your slick walls.

#elliot x farmer #stardew valley elliot #elliot x reader #stardew valley fic #stardew #stardew valley #vampire!elliott #vampire elliott stardew

[sheep-and-lykos]

Heya, I hope you're feeling better!!

If you're still taking a spooky monster prompt, I'd like to throw my hat into the ring.

I'm thinking RDR2 Arther Morgan x Mermaid!Siren Reader.

NSFW as in traditional Siren fashion they try to eat and will attack people (if you're cool with that obvs)

I'm thinking that the reader and a few other sirens in her group have been captured and used as a freakshow attraction in Van Horn. Dutch wants to steal them so he can make some money off them, etc. but doesn't realise how dangerous they are. VDL gang steals them anyway.

Arthur being his usual curious self, is drawn to one of them in particular (Reader) and starts to build a bond with her by whatever means necessary.

Can be sexual if you want to get freaky with mermaid anatomy or whatever.

Either way, whether you write this or not, wishing you a speedy recovery back to your usual self 💛

omfg you're so sweet! such a sweetie ❤️❤️ i'm doing so much better thank youu

You sneered at the outlines of the men before you, your nails scratching faint lines into the thick glass. Your tail thrashed in the water, kicking up the dirt that sat thick at the bottom. The water tasted odd, like metal had been rusting in it for years, it didn’t taste clean. It made your skin start to ache.

You missed the taste of the sea.

Even in your deepest of dreams, you could still taste the salt on your skin and smell the brine that pooled beneath your body. How long had it been since you and your friends were snatched up from the sea? Years?

You glared at the men who had their backs to you, making sure to avoid eye contact as they laughed and regaled at how much money they had made off of you all. You could still feel the eyes of what looked to be thousands of people staring at you from beyond the thick glass and murky water you were all kept in.

They always made sure to keep the lid on tight, lest another “accident” happens and you all drown and maim another one of their men.

They had made a stop for the night, settling in some little town riddled with filth if the water they had rehomed you in was any clue. They had stashed your tanks in a stable amongst the four-legged beasts they call horses. Your heart tugged; Some of them were in the same shit show you were in: Forced to perform for the masses because of how different you were from humans. At least they could taste fresh air and even fresher waters.

Your eyes remained pinned on the men before you, narrowing your eyes and wrinkling your nose when one would turn to look at you before laughing with his “pals” only for them all to erupt in laughter.

“Come away from there,” one of your friends called. “It’ll do you no good just staring at them like that.”

A bitter taste settled at the back of your throat as you finally let go of the glass.

Just as you turned to swim towards your friends, the stable doors suddenly were yanked open.

“Dutch, are ya sure ye know what yer doin’?” Arthur didn’t even look over to the other men to his side.

He drew his bandana over his nose and unholstered his revolver as the older man just chuckled.

“Arthur, my boy, think of how much money we’d be gettin’ from this! In no time, we’ll be off in T-”

“Arthur’s right,” Hosea piped up. Dutch shot him a look. “They are dangerous creatures. They’ll think we’re just like their captors. One wrong move and we’re all goners.”

“It’s too late to back out now.”

Dutch unholstered his own revolver and started towards the stable that shockingly wasn’t very guarded.

Arthur followed close behind, eyeing the carts holding dangerous wild animals who eyed them all like they were walking hunks of meat ripe for eating. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of that damned lion for Margaret that nearly took him down for good. Arthur snuck around the carts with Lenny and John while Dutch, Hosea and Micah took to the front.

A few shots rang out before Arthur and the others raced towards the front doors, already seeing a few bodies on the floor while Dutch had the rest getting on their knees.

“What is it? Money? We can give ya money!” one of the men pleaded.

They were all dressed nicely, better than anyone he’s ever seen in Saint Denis. They had to be from somewhere like New York City with clothes like that; Rich silks that were getting dirty from kneeling on the grimy floorboards covered in horse dung and God knows what else.

“Although ‘m honored for the offer, you fellows have somethin’ else I’ve had my eye on for awhile now,” Dutch smirked.

“Take it! It’s yours! Just let us go!” another of the men pleaded.

“Where are you fellows keepin’ the sirens?”

All of their eyes widened at the question.

“Wh- You can’t! They’re our star attraction!”

Dutch cocked the revolver and pressed it against the man’s forehead, the poor bastard was sweating through his expensive linens to the point where he could smell that pompous aftershave and cologne from where he stood.

“I ain’t askin’ again, gentlemen. The sirens?”

“There’s a wagon there,” Micah sneered, motioning towards the back of the stable with his gun. “What’s in it?”

Just the look on Micah’s face made Arthur want to silence him. Hell, everything Micah did made him want to shoot him dead where he stood.

“Arthur, go check it out,” Dutch motioned to the wagon.

Arthur swallowed thickly but slowly peeled away from the rest of the group. He was careful to step towards the wagon, noticing right away on how huge it was and especially how odd-looking it was. It was the same maroon wood with gold accents and wheels locked into place, but instead of large iron bars to keep whatever is in, it was thick glass.

With a lot of scratches on the inside.

Arthur stepped closer, noticing how murky the water was and how it was pushed back into the darkest corner of the stable away from the horses. The water must have felt so cold and disgusting.

At first, he didn’t see anything in the large tank.

And then he saw multiple pairs of eyes cutting through the darkness. Various shades of colors, but the pair of yellow eyes in the front stuck out to him the most. They were judging him, eyeing him up on whether he was prey to them or a predator. He couldn’t blame them, especially after how long those poor things have been in captivity. It made his heart twist in his ribs.

Dutch had been following this entire thing since Blackwater. It was his next big thing besides all of the other “plans” he had in that odd head of his. He was going to steal the sirens from this traveling circus and pawn them off to the highest bidder.

Dutch came up behind Arthur with a lantern in hand and gun ready in the other. His eyes widened at the sight of multiple eyes glowing the in the murky water and raised the lantern to the glass.

The entire pack of them flinched away from the light, but he really only got a good look at the one in front with the yellow eyes. Their scales had started to lose their color so long ago, there was just a faint trace of blue in the dull scales. Overgrown claws that had been neglected, a long tail curled and twisting the water, a wide fin that had little tears at the ends. He could only imagine how the others looked.

It was cruel to keep them in such disgusting conditions.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Dutch gawked. “Let’s get ‘em outta here and back to camp.”

It was late at night when Arthur left the confines of his tent, staring at the tank wagon at the edge of camp and started towards it with a lit lantern in hand. He saw the bodies in the water all huddled together, clinging to the edges on the tank fast asleep. Except for you.

Upon feeling eyes on the tank, your own parted and stared Arthur down as he walked up, a fire lit under his ass and burned him with determination. He saw you tail thrash a bit in the water, your claws sank a bit into the lip of the tank, the gills on your throat flared. You were trying to intimidate him, to drive him away; Yet you didn’t use your voice to do so.

“Why are you here?” your eyes narrowed.

He mulled over his words, his eyes pinned to yours in a hypnotic trance.

“‘M sorry.” Your eyes widened just a bit, your grip on the edge of the tank lessened. “I know you all’ve been through a lot. Made out to be some monsters, gettin’ looked like yer freaks. It ain’t fair to you all.”

He doesn’t know how long the silence enveloped you both. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; But you softened up and finally let go of your death grip on the tank and freely floated on the water’s surface.

“You’re not… afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

Arthur’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. The way your inhuman eyes searched his, the way the sun shimmered off of your dull scales. It made his stomach flutter in an odd way.

“‘M gonna get ya out of this mess.”

#arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2

[sheep-and-lykos]

omfg you write for resident evil!! ah!!! i love your writing so much, sheep! can you do some angsty werewolf leon x fem!reader how she finds out about him? can the reader be a pedestrian too?

I need werewolf leon so fucking bad

Ao3 got nothin and I have needs people

You peered down the hallway, eyes locked on the closed bedroom door where you knew he was holed up in. Your bottom lips throbbed softly from the constant worrying you had been putting the sore skin through.

Leon came home two days ago from some mission somewhere you honestly couldn’t care about right now - it also wasn’t information he could toss around in conversation willy nilly, especially to just a normal civilian. Ever since he came home, you knew something was wrong. The air had shifted, tension pulled so taut that one tug of the string could snap it. You saw it in his eyes, dark and brooding behind those messy dusky blond locks in his face that had been brushed up with dirt and dried blood. You knew he had just been put through the wringer sent straight from hell.

You also knew that he wouldn’t want to talk about it for at least a little while longer. Hell, it took him just as long to open up about all that happened in Spain; The village, the infection, Ashley and Ada, and all of the nightmares he had to deal with all alone.

You could only support from the sidelines. He would never allow you to even come close to his line of work, he would rather die than let you see what it is that he has to deal with. Just from the things he told you about - infected people lumbering around like zombies, experiments gone wrong on so many innocent people - brought on horrible and unsettling thoughts that boiled like ice in the pit of your stomach. You could only imagine how it felt to be thrown into it all like he had been.

You cracked open the bedroom door to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad back to you, head in the palms of his hands and his fingers knotted in his hair. It was pitch black in the room save for the little sliver of light coming from the hallway. You saw his shoulders tense up just from being under your gaze. They stayed that way as you squeezed inside of the bedroom and padded up behind him.

You took a cautious seat next to your husband, gently placing your hand on his lap, the gold of your wedding band shining faintly in the light of the near full moon just outside of the window. He felt both cold of hot under your touch, the thin sweatpants really didn’t do much for warmth. It took him a moment to unravel, his shoulders deflating and his fingers slowly pushing back his hair and he straightened up. Your heart twisted at how he looked at you. He looked exhausted, his eyes the color of a murky ocean way past sunset, almost like the life had been sucked out of him.

Little did you know what laid under his clothes just mere inches above where your hand was.

The next day seemed to fare much better for your husband. You woke up to the mattress barely warm with the remnants of his body heat, the sheets and blankets neatly tucked and made. You could hear the shower going from where you laid, your eyes cracking open to the morning sun making you groan. You hesitated to get out of bed at first. You don’t know what managed to wriggle your mind into pulling you out of bed, but you found yourself at the bathroom door hesitating.

You both never hesitated anymore, but there you stood, staring at the brass knob with the intensity of one thousand suns as you debated with yourself to open it. The water had stopped, you could see the remains of the steam curling out from under the door. He could walk out at any second, he was done. Leon had done it for you, the door suddenly opening and the heat from the shower smacked you in the face.

He didn’t seem shocked to see you standing there, but really worried. Ashen brows pinched together and his lips pulled into a slight frown. He looked a lot better than he did last night though, he had some color back to his face and he didn’t look to be on the verge of collapse. He was shirtless, a sight that always seemed to light a fire inside of you. His skin was glistening with the hot water he was just standing under, the slight smell of pine and teakwood tickled at your nose.

“Are you okay?” you managed to stumble out.

He hesitated for a moment, his ocean gaze bore into you, irises flicking back and forth almost as though he was trying to gauge your emotions.

“It’s been a rough couple of weeks, sweetheart.”

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the pet name despite the heavy tones of the conversation.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He nodded slightly, snagging his shirt from the bathroom sink’s countertop before walking off from the bathroom. As you followed behind, your eyes zeroed in on a mark on his back as he slid his shirt on. It was like a dent in his skin on his back, like a crescent moon littered with deeper dips towards the edges of the scar. It was oddly shaped, almost like he had been bitten by something. You only got to look at it for a mere second before his shirt covered it.

He made coffee, and with his back to you, he told you what had happened the past almost three weeks he’d been gone. Another experiment that had gotten out of hand, dozens of infected people with unknown viruses that he had to put down by force, nearly losing his life for the sake of his fucking job. You wanted to ask about the scar on his back, but the words died in your throat before you could even form a sentence. You just sipped on your coffee as Leon went on, saving the gory details for your sake. You saw how haunted he looked just from recounting all that had happened, how he couldn’t look at you at all. You saw the fear trickling back into his eyes the more he lived through those nightmarish memories. He nearly shattered the coffee mug in his hand from how hard he had been gripping it until you placed a hand over his.

The hours of the day melted quickly, you had made it a personal mission to get his mind off of what he had just gone through. It seemed to have worked at first; Watching a movie you both had been wanting to watch, catching him up on the juicy gossip from your work, hinting at him about how the animal shelter a few blocks away was going to be hosting an event pretty soon - that one made him crack a smile for sure. You two even made dinner together.

Well- you made dinner, really. Leon was currently wrapping his stronger arms around your waist as his brawny chest pressed against your back, his lips left starving kisses to the side of your neck. He hummed against your skin when you laughed softly, teasing at your neck to get you to tilt it just enough for him to nip at your skin.

“If you don’t want me to burn dinner, I’d stop if I were you,” you laughed as you stirred the pot before you.

Dinner was spent on the couch just like lunch. You could see the light coming back in his eyes, he was smiling and laughing as you both talked and drank. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that you were helping him.

You had taken the plates into the kitchen to leave them in the sink when you heard Leon groan softly. Poking your head out, you saw him sitting still on the couch now with his head once again in his hands. It shot a sense of dread down your spine seeing how pale he was all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong?” you called from the kitchen.

“My head is fucking killing me,” he grit his teeth as he tried to take deep breaths.

“You should go lay down. You look like you’re about to vomit.”

He looked like he was about to collapse, really. You turned and started for the small cabinet you kept the tylenol in and grabbed two. You heard Leon get up behind you as you reached for an empty glass. As you turned the knob at the kitchen sink, you suddenly heard something heavy smack against the floor. It rang out like a shot in the house, the glass falling from your hand and nearly shattering in the sink as you jumped. You turned the water off and ran to the hallway, your heart was pounding in your ears.

“Leon? Leon, are you alright?” you called. You tossed open the door and froze like a deer in headlights as the sight of your husband crumbled on the floor. He had fallen, his back to you in the doorway and curled up tight. His entire body was trembling, the sweat that kissed his skin was illuminated by the light of the moon filtering in past the curtains. “Leon,” his name slipped past your lips as you rushed to his side.

He was panting, heaving and moaning in pain. When your hands touched at his side and back, it felt as though he had been lit ablaze. He cried out, back arching as his heart pounded against his ribs. His hair was covering his eyes, you could see the thick columns of muscle in his neck bulging as his larynx bobbed. You could feel his muscles shuddering under your touch, you could feel how tight his shirt had become all of a sudden. Did he feel… bigger?

Leon suddenly wailed, his hands snatching at his hair as a horrifying crack erupted from his body. His cry of agony was cut short like the air had been punched out from his lungs. He lurched forward, catching himself on his hands and knees as more terrifying cracks tore through his body. He gasped as though he were being choked when you saw his entire body seize up and his muscles ripple under his skin. It looked as though they were shifting around just under the surface, like they were tearing apart by the ligaments and stitching back together. He could barely force out any noise, only deep guttural groans as his body contorted.

His eyes suddenly met yours. Those deep sapphire eyes now a haunting blue, lit up like neon in the night with pupils so small that they nearly got lost. They were frightened, tears spilling as Leon bared sharp fangs at you.

“Run!”

His voice sounded so distorted, so deep, like a vicious animal trying to be human. He suddenly lurched forward again, his spine crackling as he hunched in on himself. You stumbled back, your legs feeling as though they were tied down by the ankles to the floorboards while your eyes remained on your husband. His shirt tore at his shoulder blades, woefully pulling tight against his naked spine while dusky blond hair grew across his back, the stitches popped apart one by one. You saw how his hands trembled, how his fingers curled and stretched apart before crackling. Dark claws tore through his fingertips while his fingers lengthened.

Your husband’s gold wedding band slipped from his trembling finger to the floor.

Except, it wasn’t your husband anymore.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #werewolf leon kennedy #resident evil

[sheep-and-lykos]

hiii, could u do bigby and reader angst? kind of similar to one u wrote where like.. reader is a mundy and they find out about his form and get scared but then the aftermath?

not so sure about the aftermath myself but im curious to see what u write ^^

as always, i hope ur well and have a good day/evening!

It started off like any other date with Bigby. 

Who would have thought it would’ve turned this sour?

You two were at some hole-in-the-wall bar that Bigby had heard was great. You both kept to yourselves in the corner, laughing, drinking, the usual when the door to the bar had been kicked open.

You saw how the color drained from Bigby’s face and how his eyes tracked the group of men that filed in. Something about them made your gut start to wretch and turn sour the moment you saw them. It only got worse when hey made eye contact with Bigby from across the bar.

You didn’t think things could get worse until a huge fight broke out. You had managed to duck out flying glasses and almost got to the door when you felt a horrible pain erupt from your side. You had been pinned to the wall by one of the men with a knife in your flank when he was suddenly yanked off of you, the knife clattering to the ground.

You needed to get out of here.

You somehow had stumbled out through the back of the bar and into the freezing alleyway behind it.

You clutched at your bleeding side, wincing at the searing pain that scattered across your entire body. A pained whimper pushed its way past your lips when you didn’t mean to. You slapped your other hand over your mouth as you stood there trembling against the wall. You were in too much pain to keep trying to get away, it was a miracle that your legs hadn’t given out yet under your trembling weight. Your legs felt like they could snap at your knees at any moment.

You leaned up against the brick wall, eyes looking back and forth between the door you had managed to stumble out of and the back of the alley that was blocked by a tall wrought iron gate that was probably locked tight. You were pinned.

Correction: You were fucked.

You winced as you heard more glass shattering and wood splintering coming from inside of the bar. You could see dark shadows against what remained of the windows of men running around and something else that was a whole lot bigger.

You felt your heart hammering against your skin, you could feel it beating against the back of your skull. The icy ball that plunged deep in your gut reminded you that Bigby was still in there! Your eyes widened as you tried to listen to the muffled voices shouting just inside of the bar but the pain and the slow blood loss was starting to make things harder. You needed to get help.

You cursed softly to yourself as you felt around your person only to realize that your phone was still inside. You needed to get out of here and find help.

You somehow managed to will your legs into moving forward towards the wrought iron. You were pleading and begging through your teeth for it to be unlocked, your eyes burned with desperate tears you clung to the dirty brick walls for support. Each step forward felt like you wearing a suit of heavy armor. Your knees wobbled, your spine shook, your breathing was starting to become uneven.

When you finally reached it, you cursed out loud, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes when your hands snaked around the dull bars and pulled only for the damn gate to not budge. You yanked on it few more times, only getting a dull clank from where the gate was locked at. Your trembling fingers snagged at the padlock and tried to pull on the rusty metal when your legs finally gave out from under you.

You cried out when your knees bit against the concrete, roughening up the skin on your knees. You grabbed at the gate and weakly tugged on it, silent sobs wracking your shoulders as you suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind you.

Your head was spinning as you turned just enough to see one of the men from the bar looking down at you on the floor. He had a sick and twisted look in his eyes and a sneering smile that made to want to vomit. You could see the switchblade he had in his hand dripping still with blood from the neon lights coming from the bar.

“So this is where you crawled off too?” he sneered. You glared at him, snaking a hand back down to your side where you clutched at your bleeding wound. “Missing out on the fun inside. I thought I’d bring you back inside for some more, Mundy.”

Mundy. You narrowed your eyes at that name again. What the fuck was a Mundy?

Just the way the man looked in the night was haunting and uncanny. It was like he was some monster trying to play human dressup. It was like his skin was just a little too snug, like his eyes weren’t human, like his teeth were too big for his mouth.

He took a lumbering step towards you, then another.

The man was suddenly ripped away from where he stood, your eyes widening as you suddenly took in the sight of something even bigger.

It was towering, bigger than any human, probably as tall as a bear! It was lumbering and muscular, thick hair coated its entire body. You saw its wicked claws carve through the air as it fought off your attacker, its fanged mouth bite and tear. It had the head of a wolf, its ears pinned back against its skull as its muzzle was caked in blood.

A werewolf in New York City?

Your attacker was thrown against the wall of the bar and went limp, falling to his side but he was still breathing. Your eyes shot back to the werewolf that turned to face you. Its haunting yellow eyes pinned you in place against the gate. You looked over its body, seeing thick fur spread across its skin- And clothes.

Familiar clothes.

Clothes that Bigby was wearing just moments ago.

The jacket was torn down the back, the sleeves were gone and the tail of the coat was shredded. His button-up was ripped open and hanging in tatters. His pants were nearly gone, everything from below mid-thigh had been torn off.

You pressed your back against the gate and shook afraid at the werewolf before you. A low whine came from the thing as it slowly inched towards you.

You felt so cold, you couldn’t tell if it was from the blood loss or the freezing wind. The corners of your vision had started to go dark and your breathing had started to become heavy. Its eyes still pinned you in your place.

“Bigby,” you couldn’t help but mumble out as darkness encased your vision.

You woke with a short gasp. You sat up quickly only to collapse right back down on the bed, send down by the throbbing at your side. You cried out, weakly grabbing your side as your brain became fuzzy once again. Your room felt like it was spinning, like it was about to topple over in one direction only for it to sway back in a different one.

Except, this wasn’t your room.

You cracked an eye open, suddenly wincing at the pale light caking the entire room. Your nose burned from the chemical smell, it was something even more stronger than any hospital could offer. It was making the contents of your stomach boil and bubble.

You finally managed to open both eyes without them burning from the light to spy around. You were tucked in neatly to an at-home hospital bed from probably the 90’s, an extra blanket had been draped over your legs and an empty IV bag sat on a hook above your head. One of your arms was bandage up and was sore, probably from where the catheter was pulled out. The room was spotless, chrome medical tools in jars, a small folder sat open with the papers tucked in neatly with a fancy looking pen sitting right on top.

Where the fuck were you?

The pain had suddenly settled in your body, relief washing over you as you suddenly found the strength to sit back up with no pain this time. As you did, memories from earlier hit you like a train.

Especially those haunting yellow eyes, those wicked claws, that maw of sharp teeth.

Was that really Bigby?

You swung your legs off of the side of the bed and slipped down. Your legs almost buckled underneath you. You snatched at the handrails on the bed, wincing as a dull throb twinged up your spine from your wounded side. A part of you wanted to peel back the bandage and see just how fucked up it was, but you refrained.

You managed to stumble over to the polished countertop, your eyes pinned to paperwork written down with your information. You were so occupied with your file that you didn’t hear the door open up behind you.

“You shouldn’t be standing,” a gruff voice called out.

You whipped around to see Bigby standing in the doorway. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loudly, you could feel the pain start to tingle back again from your wound.

Your hands worked before your brain could even process anything, fumbling around before grabbing onto the first thing your fingers got a hold of. You brandished a pair of chrome scissors, holding it out as you backed away, putting more space between you and Bigby. You saw how hurt he looked, like a kicked puppy with how his eyes seemed mournful. He held his hands up to signal that wouldn’t do anything.

“What are you?” you ordered. You clutched the scissors with both hands on the handle. Bigby watched you, mulling over exactly how he was going to explain everything. Him hesitating only made your mind race faster. “What the fuck are you?” you grit your teeth.

“Sweetheart, put the scissors do-”

“Don’t sweetheart me,” you spat back.

Bigby took a few steps forward, you matched him until you found your back was pressed against the wall. You were never really intimidated by Bigby’s bulky frame up until now. Fuck, he was taller than you and so much stronger.

And the fact that he can turn into that?!

“(Y/n), please,” he softly begged, “put the scissors down and let me explain.”

“You’re a werewolf.” You felt your legs start to tremble. Pain started to scatter once again. “Was else?”

“(Y/n)-”

“What else? Is your job a lie? Everything you told me, is it all lies?”

He was slowly caging you. The scissors trembled in your grasp, Bigby still kept his hands up.

“Please let me explain. You’re gonna collapse.”

He was just about an inch or so away from the point of the scissors hovering just before his chest. All you could think about was that beast before you earlier, how big and strong and wild he looked. Was else was he hiding?

One of your legs buckled under your weight, Bigby sprung forward and caught you by your waist. He wrapped his arms around your back and hissed, he pulled away just enough for you to realize you had cut him with the scissors, his blood beading against his old button-up. The scissors clattered to the floor but Bigby still held onto you, pulling you close to his body. The heat that radiated off of him was comforting, blanketing you in that familiar feeling of love that always happens when you two are close. His eyes were wide and searching, tiny gold flecks ignited in those puppy brown hues.

“Bigby-”

“I’m sorry.”

#bigby imagine #twau bigby #sheriff bigby #bigby x reader #the wolf among us

[sheep-and-lykos]

In honor of you being in the ER, Bigby x human reader after a Halloween prank goes wrong (hurt reader maybe?)

He swore the chemical stench of the high grade cleaners were going to burn the hair out if his nostrils. He scrunched his nose and tried to drown out the smell by focusing on your scent. It was hard at first, focusing in on your warm and very calming smell through the crowd of people, body fluids and strong cleaners currently wiping down beds and tools.

God, he wanted to light up a cigarette so badly right now.

He swallowed thickly, wincing as it felt as though he was choking on broken glass. He looked around the lobby of the emergency room and saw other people looking just as worried as he was. It also didn't really help that quite a lot of people were dressed up - all of the fake blood splattered across bodies made it hard to tell to the human eye what could be real and fake. Especially with how advanced makeup has become.

Human.

It was like he got punched in the stomach by something bigger and badder than he was.

He was surrounded by humans. Human fluids, human blood. It almost distracted him from the blood that was splattered across his button-up shirt, especially on his sleeves where it pooled at where they bunched up at his elbows.

Your blood.

God, how could he miss that? He reeked of it. He reeked of your blood, of your fucking fear.

The pained look on your face, the shrill fear in your eyes, the way you gasped and cried out in pain while you clutched at the wound that was just made fresh on your skin.

He saw it from afar. He was cursing at himself in the waiting room as both of his knees where bouncing and trembling, he was fiddling with his thumbs as he recounted what happened.

Mundies have a sick sense of humor sometimes. Especially on Halloween.

He watched from afar as some jackass in a cheap devil costume tore through the crowd on a skateboard causing as much chaos as he could. It was an accident, sure, but when Bigby saw how whatever in his bag slam against you and tear at your clothes and skin-

He almost lost it.

If it were up to him, he would track the bastard down and drag him by the cheap fake satin of that red devil robe to the er.

His eyes rolled over the faces of the other Mundies that surrounded him. His ears had long gone deaf to the muddy sounds of people crying, screaming and begging. His nose burned from the stench of too many scents.

He suddenly felt caged.

He felt it stir inside of him. The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on edge, an icy chill ran down his spine.

No. Not here. He can't lose it here.

"Mr. Wolf?" a nurse called out into the waiting room. Bigby stood up immediately, intense eyes gla staring down the nurse at the reception desk who looked back at him with an unreadable expression. She blinked unimpressed by his gaze and motioned to the double doors that you disappeared behind over an hour ago with her dumb little Halloween fairy wand. "Through those doors, follow signs for room 258."

Bigby had to control himself. He swallowed and pushed past the heavy doors, nearly knocking into another nurse with a cart of medical supplies. He stumbled through the halls and eventually came up to your little room. The lights were dim and the curtain around your hospital bed was drawn. He saw your ruined costume folded on the guest chair and your shoes tucked underneath it.

He stepped in and closed the door behind himself.

He was gentle when walking towards you, barely peeling back the curtain just enough to peek in to see you barely awake. You were hooked up to an iv bag, donned in a hospital gown, bandaged up and most likely stitched up too. Your eyes opened just enough to see Bigby pulling back the curtain, a faint smile spreading across your lips.

"Hey," you croaked out. "You look like you got beat up."

Bigby couldn't help but crack a smile. His heart twisted in his chest seeing you like this. You looked so… fragile. It wasn't like he didn't know you were a Mundy too, but he also never thought he would see you like this. To see you hurt. It made him feel something awful inside.

A part of him deep down inside suddenly rotted inside of him. It felt horribly cold in his core, with guilt or fear, he couldn't tell. He could hear it degrading him, telling his subconscious lies. You were a Mundy, he was a Fable- hell, he was a fucking werewolf and you were human. Something inside of him screamed that he shouldn't be with you, and only seeing you hurt made the knife twist more in his gut.

He knew what everyone else thought of his relationship with you, alot of the other fables made it very obvious with their disgust. But he really didn't give a shit. Even as you laid before him, barely awake from the pain medication you were on, he still found you to be just as enchanting as the day you both met.

"You scared me there for a second," his eyes looked you over again. His brows pinched together. "You went limp for a minute when I was bringing you in. It… scared the shit out of me."

It was your turn to look like a worried puppy, looking up at him with those eyes that make him see beauty in everything.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't." His hand came down to grasp at your hand, encasing it with his own warm paw. "I'm sorry you got you hurt."

You smiled weakly up at him.

"Thank you."

#bigby imagine #twau bigby #bigby x reader #sheriff bigby #the wolf among us

[sheep-and-lykos]

Okay, so so MC and their "coven" (friend group of bored college students) decide to try your hands at demon summoning. They end up with an equally bored, and horny Incubus Noctis. How the story goes from there is up to you.

👀👀 i missed this shit yall, i really did

"Did it do anything?"

"It didn't work."

"Nothing happened."

You tossed the chalk to the ground and sat back down on the floorboards. Your friends all had a mixture of emotions painted on their faces ranging between skeptical and really fucking bored to disappointed. You looked back to your side to where the old "tome" sat opened, the spell it was opened to was obviously just a bunch of doodles and jumbled words.

"At least we can say we tried something for Halloween," you shrugged before eyeing them all.

One of your friends stood up, grabbed their backpack and slinging it over their shoulder.

"I gotta go. My dorm stops letting people in soon and I don't wanna wake up my roommate," they sighed before waving goodbye.

The others also started to trickle out one by one until you had been left alone in your dorm room. You stood up, dusting the powdery chalk off of your legs and snatching up the old tome. You and your friends had found it stashed in your school's library behind some of the older books in the fantasy section. One of your friends had slipped it into their back and brought it to your dorm room, showing you all bookmarks they had made with some of the spells and enchantments and summons they wanted to try tonight. Only one could've worked, however; a summoning spell for a demon, the description of the damned devil had been faded and even scratched up leaving so much to the imagination.

Your friends all joked that it would either be a big, brawny and very handsome demon while the others weighed that it could be an actual fucking problem like in the movies. Curiosity killed the coeurl, though, and pretty soon you had drawn out the summoning circle in great detail on your Dora's floors. You had to admit, you were a bit disappointed yourself. You were secretly hoping for a sexy demon to have some fun with, but now you were left with a mess to clean up.

You turned your back to the circle and flipped through more pages of the tome, walking towards the broom and dustpan in the corner when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes on you, burning a hole in the back of your head. Spinning on your heel, you gasped and dropped the dusty old tome to the floor.

You had company.

A man- fuck that, a demon was sitting in the summoning circle. He was on the floor, one leg tucked up while the other was stretched out. Dual black horns curled out from cool black messy hair. Eyes that looked as though he captured galaxies in them bore right into you. He was shirtless, showing off his pale and ashen skin, wearing nothing more than a pair of pants that looked like they were ripped straight from a fantasy game. An ashen tail curled behind him, swaying back and forth, snaking around his leg before brushing around like a cat's.

He eyed you lazily, raising his brows almost as if you were the one that was summoned and he was waiting for you to do your own little tricks.

"Holy shit," you mumbled as you eyed him up and down. "What the fuck?"

"I don't care much for crowds," he uttered as he gave you the same treatment.

"What kind of demon are you?"

He cocked a brow seemingly out of amusement, but you couldn't quite pin it down.

"An incubus. What kind of human are you?"

"Shouldn't Incubus have wings?"

He shot you a look.

"Shouldn't humans not be summoning demons?" Touché. He stood suddenly when you realized he was very much taller than you. He walked towards the edge of the summoning circle, stopping just where the chalk started. His tail twister behind him in curiosity as he eyed you. "You're rather interesting for a human. I'd love to know how you taste."

You were very much aware of the sharp teeth in his mouth. You caught the glints of them in the low lighting of your room.

Your cheeks heated up at his comment.

"Is that so?"

"It's true."

His eyes were staring right into your soul, reading you like an open book. He knew exactly how you were feeling, he probably knew exactly what you were feeling too. It doesn't take a fucking demon to know you were craving something crazed in the sheets. You felt a tingling feeling building up just behind your belly button, you felt your core tighten and warm up.

His nostrils twitched a bit, no doubt he could smell your arousal from where he stood just mere feet away. His eyes flared an even brighter blue. He looked like he was starving for passion and love.

"I can smell your need for me," his smile was handsome even with the fangs. "It's divine."

"Thank you?"

"All you have to do is say you want me," he stared you down, "and I can give you what you want." He eyed your pants before looking back into your eyes. "Just say you want me."

Was this real? Yes. Was this a smart thing to do? Fuck no, it was a damn demon that you just summoned from a nasty ass tome from Astrals knows when. Did you want this? Oh, absolutely!

"Take me," you barely whispered.

He broke from the summoning circle, stepping over the chalk and before eyeing knew it you were pinned against the wall of your dorm. You were thankful that you didn't have a roommate and even more thankful for the Halloween parties that were raging on across campus.

His hands were planted on your shoulders, his sharp nails dug into your jacket and pierced at your skin. His tail wrapped around your thigh and snaked its way upwards. You hissed when it teased at your sex through your pants, pressing against your warmth and tempting you even further into that little pool of list you were so damn adamant on swimming in. His tail tightened around your thigh just enough for it to start to tingle.

You whimpered, craving your neck to to meet his eyes as he stared down at you in pure hunger. Something feral lurked in his eyes and you were loving every second of it. Your body was on fire, your skin reacting so well to his touch. Was this wrong? You were about to make love with a demon. Was it really wrong?

If it was wrong, you didn't want to be right.

He captured your lips with his. He fisted your jacket and brought you as close to his body as he could. Your hands fumbled across his body. He was pretty chiseled with pecs and faint abs on the cusp of being something straight out of a porno. Your hands grabbed at his broad shoulders, anchoring yourself against him as your lips moved in tangent. Your teeth clicked against each others by accident a few times from how rough he was using your poor mouth. You could taste blood starting to linger into the kiss, traces of hearty iron tainting your tongues as he greedily drank you up like he was some vampire.

His tongue rolled over your lips before forcing them apart himself, not caring for you to allow him in. You've already sealed that fate. His tongue was warm and wet and eager to explore. He loved to explore your mouth, eagerly fighting with your tongue as you moaned softly into the kiss. Your fingers tugged at the hair that tickled at his shoulders, earning you a fierce growl from the demon as his claws sank into you more.

When he grew tired of your mouth, he parted from it and trailed his tongue down your jaw to your neck. He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to your jugular, lapping at your pulse and nosed at the column of your throat. He inhaled your scent like he could get high off of the smell alone before licking at it again with that tongue of his. Oh Astrals, what you want him to do with that tongue alone.

He pressed hot kisses to your throat right where your pulse was the strongest, each kiss getting rougher than the last until he finally sank his sharp teeth into your delicate skin. You cried, sinking your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself against him as your knees wobbled and threatened to give out under your weight.

Your head rolled back and smacked against your wall when his tail teased at your sex, pressing firmly against the swollen flesh, teasing at the wet spot that was slowly growing in the crotch of your pants.

His teeth unlatched from your throat and he nosed at your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and smirked.

"You're already hot and bothered and I've just been kissing you," he purred in your ear. "So eager for me."

"Please," you whimpered.

Your hands caressed up his ashen neck, toying with his locks of soft black hair.

"What do you want? Tell me."

"Please, just fuck me already. Please?"

He pinned you to the bed, his clawed hand wrapped around your jaw as he hovered above you. His palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and pants. His eyes were wild, his teeth bared. He looked like a wild animal.

"You're very interesting for a human," he thought out loud, "I think I'll keep you around."

#noctis x reader #prince noctis #noctis #ffxv imagines #ffxv #incubus noctis caelum #demon noctis caelum

[sheep-and-lykos]

Ohmygod, a random ask but.. Werewolf Carlos Oliveira from RE3 remake x gn reader... Just like an angst thing with him being very distant, maybe add some Halloween elements with costumes or something, like gn reader would buy him a werewolf costume and it hurt him (reader doesn't know btw!)

He felt… off.

Of course, he felt off, it happened all the time now since he had been turned. But for some reason, he’s felt even more off lately.

It sank a twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach, churning his guts and making him suddenly fully aware of every little noise happening in the house. Especially with you. He’s never told you, fearing that it would be too much for you- or even worse: You’d be afraid of him. He’s not sure he would be able to handle that despite everything he’s been through with his fucked up life.

Lately, he’s been growing distant. You noticed it pretty quickly, but refrained from saying anything at first. You were aware of a lot of things from his past, but he never told you about some of the darker things that haunted him at night.

He was worried, terrified really, of what he could do to you. He’s had too many horrible nightmares of all of the awful things he could do to you should he lose control at home. Just the fabricated fear in your eyes alone was enough to make him wake and sit straight up in a cold sweat.

It had to be the moon. He’s been eyeing at the damn calendar in his phone whenever he can, panic eating at his sanity the more he looked. But he couldn’t help it. He’s never experienced something other than just a normal full moon.

He’d come home, exhausted and feeling miserable from the growing empty pit in his gut when he saw you decorating for Halloween. You perked up seeing him in the doorway, your sweet smile made him feel even worse about what he’s been doing. You put down the wooden black cat carving and picked up a bag and brought it over to him.

You greeted him at the door as he kicked off his boots, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before handing the plastic bag off to him.

“What’s this?”

“A costume,” you smiled before nudging the bag for him to open. “Remember? My office is having a Halloween party in a couple of days, so I picked us up some costumes.”

He raised his eyebrows in slight amusement as you turned and went back to placing decorations around the living room. He hooked a finger in the plastic and tugged it open to see what you bought that made you so giddy.

Only for his heart to skip a beat and drop into that ugly icy pit growing in his gut. A fucking werewolf costume with some cheesy off-brand name. It was stereotypical right down to the torn flannel, a ripped open white t-shirt, tattered blue “jeans”, a bag of fur to glue on and cheap fake claws that would fall off from the glue provided. A suddenly stabbing fear of realization jabbed right into his heart, nearly making him drop the damned costume right there.

Did you know?

He eyed you warily, the dark circles around his eyes felt both warm and cold at the same time. You were minding your business, back to him, plucking out more decorations from bags. No, you couldn’t have known, you would’ve said something. This was just some sick and twisted coincidence. From where he stood, he could see your costume on the table: A matching vampire costume with the over-the-top cape and fake fangs and all.

It was just some sick joke whatever divine being was playing.

You peered over your shoulder, eyebrows pinched together in worry as he was just still standing there. The color had been drained from his face, he looked like he was about to pass out like he’s seen a ghost.

“You okay?” you tried to smile to lighten the mood.

He only nodded and set the bag down next to his boots.

Dinner had relaxed him somewhat, quelling the gnawing fear in his gut for a little while as you snuggled up to him on the couch. A thick flannel spread over your legs, eyes on the tv and you both struggled to find something to watch. The tv froze suddenly as he was flipping through movies, freezing on a damned werewolf movie with an ugly beast as the monster with a person limp in its arms.

That horrid fear slammed into him like a train. Bile pooled under his tongue, his brain suddenly scattered.

He felt like he was about to vomit. It was like something ripped straight from his nightmares to haunt him while he was awake.

He stood up suddenly and hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. He grabbed at the sink’s porcelain tub, the thick stone threatening to crack under the pressure he was putting on it as he heaved and gagged only for nothing to come out. He was starting to sweat, he could feel it against his spine at how his shirt clung to him so unnaturally tight.

He looked into the mirror only to see two yellow eyes looking back at him.

A sudden soft knock had him planting a hand against the wood, palm wide to keep it shut despite it being locked.

“Carlos?” your voice was soft. “Are you okay? I know you haven’t been feeling yourself lately. I’m worried.” He suddenly couldn’t breathe, his chest seizing. It felt as though his heart and lungs stopped functioning. His mouth went agape as he braced himself against the door, trying to fight the very thing lashing to get out. He couldn’t lose control, not here and especially not now with you being on the other side of the door. “Carlos, can you unlock the door?”

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Downfall: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader

Chapter 7: What Big Claws You Have

"To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty; But, to this man, it is a deadly curse." ~ Wolfman Jack

“McCree!” Reyes called out for him.

The night ops commander tried to grab onto Jesse’s arm as he fled, barely managing to snag a hold of the cowboy’s bicep by the skin on his teeth just before the fabric slipped from his fingertips. Jesse fled down the hallway, scrambling around the corner quickly and retreated back to his room. He could hear Reyes calling out for him, telling him to hold up, but Jesse needed to flee.

He nearly slammed against his door, hand shaking as he punched in his room’s pin number and almost fell inside when the door parted.

He felt like he was going to vomit.

He pressed his back against the door, hands flat on the metal and head pressing painfully against the cold slab of sliding steel. The room was spinning, tilting with every blink he rapidly took, the corners of his vision were starting to get a little dark. His eyes had started to sting again, the burning sensation flaring with every move his eyes made just like they did moments ago in front of that plant in Moira’s office.

He could feel the contents of his stomach bubbling, he could feel his organs twisting into sailor knots. His chest was tight, it felt like his ribs were going to all pop apart if his chest squeezed any tighter. It felt like he was getting pinned under Reinhardt’s hairy and very sweaty body again but ten times worse.

Jesse stumbled away from the door, barely able to catch himself on his dresser’s edge as his legs nearly gave out from under his brawny weight. His hands clawed at the roughened wood, worn from him carelessly tossing things like his gunbelt to bottles to his heavy ass armor onto it. He pushed himself up, forearms flexing as his back started to burn from the stretch of his muscles.

A low, pained groan forced its way past Jesse’s lips, his mouth hanging just barely open as his temples throbbed.

What the fuck was that plant?

Was he poisoned?

Jesse’s eyes fluttered open, wincing at how much the room was still spinning. He felt like he had just downed an entire bottle of the cheapest liquor the harsh American desert could off, something that could really cut through just about anybody with just one touch on the tongue. His stomach curled and coiled like it had just happened, too, acting as though it could purge itself at any second now.

Jesse forced himself to stand up on wobbling legs, leaning himself off of his dresser until he managed to stand on his own two feet without falling over. His steps were messy, heavy and slow like he was trying to walk on a tightrope to his bed. It looked like a cloud sent straight down from heave in his eyes.

Sleep.

That’s what he needed: Sleep. He would sleep and he would feel a whole lot better when he woke up.

It felt as though time had dripped on like hardened honey, every step felt like it took forever in his distorted vision until he finally reached his bed.

He collapsed against it, legs giving out on him once again as he basically fell face first against the covers. His body felt suddenly warm all over, the thick flannel beneath him cradled him like he was a baby, softly soothing his hazy mind until it had switched off to darkness.

Jesse suddenly opened his eyes. He was freezing cold, almost as though he had been dunked in a bath of ice cold water just to wake him from his slumber.

Except, he wasn’t sure he was sleeping… At least in his bedroom.

Jesse’s eyes opened up to see the stars above. Trees had speared upwards toward the sky from the corners of his vision, tall pines like spikes against the night blue sky. The full moon sat directly over his head, shining brightly, burning at his eyes the more he stared up at it.

He sat up with a short shout, his bare hands snatching up the soft grass that pillowed beneath him. He rubbed his arms against himself, hugging his body as it shivered in the night’s cold kissing breeze. Looking down, Jesse found that he was not in the uniform he was wearing just as he collapsed on his bed; Instead, he was in his usual sleepwear consisting of a well worn t-shirt and thin flannel sleeping pants. No wonder he was fucking freezing.

Jesse looked over his shoulder, doing his best to ignore the biting cold and how his breath puffs out like smoke before his eyes, looking along the trees that surrounded him as though they would suddenly produce answers with worried eyes. How did he get here? Why was he in different clothes?

Was this a dream?

Jesse felt his heart pounding all over his skin, his ears were full of static as his blood roared in his veins trying to keep him warm. His fingers were starting to feel a little tingly as he tucked them under his armpits for extra warmth.

He had to get out of here… wherever here was.

Jesse finally found it in himself to stand, his legs wobbling as he slowly stood up. He winced at the tightness all over his body, his joints popping and his head started to throb at the temples again.

He started for the trees, managing to get past an overgrown root poking out of the earth when he felt something shift in the air.

A branch snapping somewhere in the woods had Jesse turning on his heel, eyes pinned on the direction the sound had come from just on the other side of the clearing. It didn’t take a second glance to see a single yellow eye cutting through the darkness to scare the shit out of him. It felt like he had just been drowned in another ice bath just from looking at that one eye sitting amongst the tall pine trees.

He watched in horror as a large dog-like foot broke from the darkness and stepped into the clearing, dark claws churning up the dirt and grass as it put its full weight onto it. It slowly stepped out into the clearing, the rest of its body slowly being exposed in the pale moonlight. Jesse backed up further into the trees himself, for the one step the monster took towards him he took five back.

It looked a lot more different than their meeting in Washington.

It looked sickly. Its fur was matted and caked in what Jesse could only describe to be dry blood and possibly pus. Some parts of its body were hairless, completely missing patches while others had thinning fur across the skin, almost as though it had mange. It looked a lot skinnier and more lanky like it hadn’t been eating. There were more scars on its body, especially its face. The muzzle on that thing had horrible scratches carved in, some of its fangs were missing as it snarled at him in the trees. But it was still missing its eye and Jesse could spot the bullet he had shot into its shoulder just barely missing where the throat began.

Jesse nearly choked on his spit as it just stood there watching him. Why wasn’t it attacking him? Why wasn’t it trying to maul him like it did just last month? Why wasn’t it trying to finish the job?

Instead, it just continued to look at him with that fucking creepy ass eye that Jesse really couldn’t look away from. He knew the second he would look away, something would happen.

Jesse found it suddenly hard to breathe the longer he stood there glaring at the beast in front of him. He wasn’t freezing cold anymore, in fact, it was the opposite. His skin felt as though it was burning in the sun despite it being nearly pitch black where he stood.

And then he felt his heart sear inside of him.

Jesse choked on his breath, eyes widening as the air had been suddenly sucked out of his lungs. He tried to shout in pain only for nothing to come out. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, right in between his ribs as his lungs ached like they had been punctured. His legs gave out under him, falling to his knees as one of his forearms caught him before he faceplanted into the plush grass. His fingers snatched up the grass, tearing it from the hardened dirt as his back arched and his mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Another throb of his heart, another stabbing feeling-

But this time, Jesse found the air to cry out in agony.

He felt miserable.

Gloved fingers rubbed at exhausted eyes, pinching at the space between his brows as a soft groan emitted from the back of his throat. His mouth was drier than the dusty desert he once called home, his head was foggier than a night on the beach after it rained. There was still a dull pounding at the back of his skull, his temple still flared with pain when he grit and ground his back teeth.

The noises of the mess hall only made it worse. All of the talking and laughing and the scraping of metal utensils on ceramic plates, it grated at his ears and dwindled down his thinning nerves. Why did everything feel so loud all of a sudden?

Jesse pulled his cup of scalding hot coffee closer to him by the rim, nearly splashing out the dark liquid from how rough he was. Coffee was probably the last thing he needed right now save for the cigarettes he had just smoked right before coming in here, but he needed something to keep him up after the nightmare that had woken him up in the middle of the night.

It felt too real for comfort. Jesse swore he could still feel the stabbing pain in his chest whenever he would move a certain way, especially when bending over.

He blinked slowly, moving his hand away from his face as he looked around the mess hall filled to the brim with Overwatch agents. He knew most of them, obviously, but it felt like there were more packed in today than ever. He could make out the few key members mingling with the regular soldiers, but he couldn’t quite make you out in the crowd just yet.

Jesse raised the mug of blazing hot coffee that was literally just made not even two minutes ago to his lips and knocked back at least half of the bitter goodness before setting his mug back down on the table. His throat burned but he really didn’t care. He needed to be awake; If he was awake, he wouldn’t have nightmares like last night.

Right?

Jesse raised his mug again, quickly swallowing the rest of its contents before placing the mug back down and leaning back in his chair, pushing the empty mug to the center of the table to deal with later.

His eyes wandered to the long line for food only getting longer as most of the soldiers went back for seconds by this time - Reinhardt was probably on his fourth plate by now. His stomach turned and twisted at the sight of steaming hot food piled onto plates. He felt ravenous as though he hadn’t eaten in days, but just the thought of eating made him feel sick to his stomach. The smells alone really weren’t helping him at all, but the coffee machine in the Blackwatch wing was currently out of order.

Some of the smells toyed with his nose, smelling like heaven served up on a silver platter. He wanted to so badly devour something right now. Maybe a steak, bloody rare with mashed potatoes and green beans. Just the thought of a big juicy steak made his mouth start to water. The thought of a blue rare steak briefly crossed his mind.

Another mug of steaming hot coffee was placed right in front of him by a gentle hand. Following the striking blue Overwatch uniform sleeve up, Jesse found you attached to it. You had your own cup in your other hand, a soft smile spread across your face.

“Mind if I sit with you, cowboy?” you hummed.

“Please,” Jesse’s voice was soft, barely audible over the ruckus that surrounded you both.

You sat across from him, stirring your coffee with a spoon as you eyed him with worry painted on your face.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” You weren’t there, you were on a later shift stuck doing paperwork all night long. Jesse missed your presence in his room, in his bed. His heart sank when he woke up and you weren’t there pressed up against him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I had a bad dream,” he shrugged.

“You’ve been having those a lot lately. Did you tell Angela?” You hesitated before asking the question you knew he wouldn’t like. “Moira?”

Just hearing that woman’s name made Jesse’s skin crawl. He still couldn’t get over what happened yesterday. He spent a good ten minutes looking in his bathroom mirror when he woke up, staring intently at his eyes to see if they would do it again but they never did. What was that fucking plant and why did it do that to him?

“No and hell no.” Jesse sipped at his coffee. “Angela’s busy, I don’ wanna bother her.”

“She’s worried about you.” You stopped stirring your coffee. “I’m worried about you.” Your words made Jesse’s heart sink in his chest to his stomach. Your hand slowly reached out across the table to place itself on to his own. He couldn’t help but look up into your eyes, really seeing how worried you are. “Are you okay? I know you don’t want to talk about what happened, but I know this is all happening because of it. Right?”

“Darlin’, ‘m sorry.”

“You said you were going to tell me what happened, but you never got the chance to. Either you get pulled away or I do. I’m really worried about you Jess. You’ve been acting… weird.”

Your words made the knots in his gut tighten more. He never did get to tell you what happened, how he was basically a human squeaky toy for a big hairy monster and how he’s been having nightmares and weird cravings and all of this weird shit. What even would you say? What could you even do?

“I know, and ‘m so sorry pumpkin.” Your eyes were so full of worry and love that it felt like Jesse had just gotten punched in the stomach. “We’re here now. I can tell ya.”

“You don’t to, I’m just worried is all-”

“No,” he stopped you. He looked around the mess hall, his eyes locking on Moira who was already looking in his general direction. He saw the way she eyed between the two of you, eyes narrowing in thought. It sent shivers down his spine being in her sights. “Let’s go back to our room, I’ll tell ya there.”

Jesse stood up from his chair and offered you his hand which you took quickly. He lead you out of the mess hall, weaving through people and dodging chairs and tables before you both broke free from the noisy crowd. The walk back to your bedroom was mostly silent, just the sounds of both of your boots connecting with the metallic flooring filling the void until you reached his door. Once the door slid open, you both walked in and sat down on the bed next to each other.

Jesse felt like he was going to throw up. Not from pain, but from panic this time. How was he going to explain this to you?

You picked up on his unease, placing your hand right back onto his own as it grabbed at the edge of the bed. Just your touch alone soothed him, his shoulders stopped tensing.

“What happened in Washington, Jess?”

You gave him the beginning, all he needed to do was give you the middle and the end.

“Talon was usin’ an old base for somethin’. Overwatch was investigating but they needed to bring us in. When we got there, it was like a ghost town. Even saw where they set up camp, but it was a wreck. We had to go on foot to the base and it was in worse condition. We all got separated and…” Jesse had to stop. His throat felt dry again, and a little scratchy too. “I found ‘em. I found ‘em all.”

“Overwatch?”

“And Talon.”

Your eyebrows were thrown up as shock overtook your features.

“You don’t mean-”

“Dead. All of ‘em. The entire Overwatch team and probably all of Talon in that base.” Jesse felt sick to his stomach as he thought back. All of that blood splattered across that entire room. All of the gore flashing in front of his eyes like he was still back there. You squeezed his hand, reassuring his racing heart as it pounded in his ears. “I found what killed ‘em all.”

Shock quickly replaced itself with fear on your face. You knew exactly what he meant by ‘what’ not being ‘who.’

“What was in that base?”

Jesse shook his head, his throat feeling like it was closing up as the nightmarish memories haunted his vision. Those wicked claws, those crooked teeth, those putrid yellow eyes. And the smell. Oh God, the smell.

“Some kinda monster they made got out. Killed ‘em all then came after me.”

Jesse wanted to kick himself right in the ass. Why did he say monster? The horrified look on your face said it all. He caught you suddenly staring at his shoulder that he got bit on before looking back at his face.

The reality was starting to settle in Jesse’s gut.

Was it really a werewolf? Was he actually bitten by a werewolf?

Fear stabbed right through him just like in his nightmare as the terrifying thought crossed his mind: Is he going to turn into one?

No. There’s no fucking way. Werewolves are just a myth, a story, a made up thing to put in trashy monster movies. They’re not real. Whatever it was that attacked him was not a damn werewolf. It’s impossible.

He felt your hand caress his face, stroking at his stubbled jaw before turning his face to look at you by his chiseled chin. The moment your eyes met, Jesse felt that raging fear in his heart start to quell. You knew exactly how to calm him down.

He could smell the coffee on your breath, see the exhaustion in your eyes, feel the warmth of your skin on his. Just being here with you felt intoxicating.

There was that sweet smell again, that smell that was like heaven on earth that Jesse swore up and down that it had to be your perfume. It lulled his tense nerves, it fogged up his rattled mind. It smelled of the most luxurious chocolate out there in the world, like the sweetest of wines, like the most delectable fruit that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, shocking you but you didn’t pull away. Jesse’s hands found your waist and tugged you in close, your hands reaching out to grab ahold of Jesse’s uniform for support at the edge of the bed. He nearly pulled you onto his lap before rolling you until your back was on the mattress. He hadn’t made the bed after his fitful sleep from last night, the flannel blanket was a rumpled mess beneath you as he straddled you by the waist. You broke from the kiss, placing your hands on Jesse’s broad shoulders to stop him before he could swipe another kiss from you.

“Don’t you have stuff to do today?” you worried.

“They can wait,” was all he said before his hungry lips found your once again.

You moaned as his rough stubble scratched nicely at your skin, how his hands fumbled with your chest and squeezed your breasts through your uniform. God, he wanted to rip it off of you so badly. He wanted to take you right here and right now but he couldn’t. You were right, after all. He didn’t know how much time he had until someone came to track him down.

Your hands snaked up to Jesse’s hair, knocking off his hat onto the bed and snagging a hold of his hair. Your fingers carded into his thick locks, tugging on the strands that needed a cut, scratching lightly at his scalp as he growled against your lips. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, begging you to let him in which you graciously offered. Your tongues collided and danced together as he tried to explore your warm mouth. You’ve taken both his tongue and his dick so many times, and every time felt like pure perfection.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips up, getting a rise out of Jesse. He felt his cock start to tingle with life, slowly starting to press up against his boxers the more you moaned and whimpered and sighed as you made out with him. To keep his calm, Jesse snatched at the headboard, his nails biting into the wood as his other hand remained on your breast, kneading it passionately and pinching at your nipple to pebble it. He wanted to lick and bite at your tits so badly, to feel their soft warmth and weight in his hands, to pull such illicit moans from your mouth for him to swallow.

His hand started to cramp up from how tight his hand clamped against the headboard, his fingers started to ache.

A firm knock on the door startled you both, Jesse’s head shooting up to stare at the headboard in front of him and looking directly at his trembling hand clamped over the wood while you tried to calm your breathing.

“McCree, you in there?” It was Reyes, now, at a very, very bad time. “McCree, we need to talk. Get out here.” Jesse went to unlatch his hand from the headboard only to find that his fingertips were hard to remove, tugging back when he pulled on them until they popped out. Fear had quickly shot right through his entire body at the sight of long nails at the end of his fingers, slightly pointed and darker than his natural nail color. “McCree! I’m not gonna say it again!”

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