#like doghouse… but for foxes

[foxhouse]

rewatching haikyuu recently…

#i apologize for the man i’m abt to become now that i’ve remembered how much i love atsumu and osamu #changed my name btw i used to be yucasan now i’m foxhouse #like doghouse… but for foxes #miya osamu #miya twins #msby atsumu #hq atsumu #haikyuu #sakusa x atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #inarizaki #haikyuu to the top #miya atsumu #haikyuu season 4 #fanart #haikyuu fanart #atsumu fanart #my art #my artwork #digital art #procreate #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #screencap redraw

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

fem reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

part 1

Owner: BNHA - Aizawa, AFO JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku HQ - Ukai

Hyena: BNHA - Shigaraki JJK - Mahito HQ - Tendou

Wolf: BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi JJK - Sukuna, Noaya HQ - Sakusa

Fox: BNHA - Kirishima, Denki, Deku, Amajiki JJK - Yuji, Yuuta, Choso HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya

Leopard & Panther: BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Hawks & Dabi JJK - Gojo & Geto HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma

Bear: BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio JJK - Toji, Nanami, Higuruma HQ - Daichi, Ushijima

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut

[hussyknee]

Jiminy fucking Christmas on a pop tart.

My absolute brainless nincompoop of a five month old kitten went missing for two hours. They never wander far from me, but Éka is an escape artist with a fixation on the wet earth in the garden. I'll be shouting for him all over the house and finally find him sprawled lazily in the damp under a flower pot or in a bush. It's the only time he's quiet; otherwise he regularly echolocates wherever he is because he's 1) eternally dissatisfied with life and wants me to fix all his problems even when he doesn't know what they are, 2) his ADHD ass will follow a dandelion in the wind, and then panic when he realises he's all alone or he's climbed too high to get back down by himself.

This time though, the guy disappeared into thin air. We flung open all the cupboards, ripped apart the whole house, and my sister and the handyman we had in to repair the sink both went all around the house calling for him. Then I took their packet of kibble and walked my chronically ill, very fat ass all around the neighborhood, in Satan's own heat, yelling for little shithead. (Once following our dog, who was flattered but turned out to have no idea why I was stalking him, and once following our tomcat Kaha, who is usually vocally affronted by the kittens very existence, but turned out to have been yowling on general principle.)

Got home and collapsed in a puddle of sweat and misery, crying and hyperventilating for half an hour, only for the numbskull to wander in from the back of the house, yowling to remind me that it was lunch time and he hadn't been fed in one thousand years. Snatched him up to cover his idiot face in kisses and found he'd been investigating something interesting and stank like a hog. Immediately hauled all three of the brats into the bathroom and bathed all of us. We're now in each other's doghouses; the kittens damp, consternated and betrayed, their six collective braincells unable to fathom the reason for this cruelty, and I, flesh still sizzling like steak on a hibachi grill.

I've decided I need to 1) get some kind of religion, and 2) rename Éka. They say there are no atheists in fox holes, but being solidly unconvinced of divine intervention sucks worse when your idiot baby is missing. For the second, my former father in law, for all he is a twatwaffle, maintained that you should only name an animal something you can shout up and down the neighborhood without sounding like an asshat. This wisdom turned out to be pretty solid, because yelling for "That One! THAT ONE!" in Sinhalese* far and wide was quite embarrassing, panic notwithstanding. He's now going to be known as Mau-Mau, for his distinctive cry and chronic supplication to a higher power (me). It's what ancient Egyptians called cats, and they were really dead on about it. That there is definitely a Mau.

*The kittens' names are Éka, Méka and Moo, which in Sinhalese translates to That One, This One, and This One (emphatic, deragatory). Context:

(Five months ago.)

Mum: "Do not name them, because we're NOT going to keep them!"

Me: "Well, what are we supposed to call them meantime?"

Le Asshole, henceforth named Mau.

#Éka Méka Moo #kitties #kittens #cats #cattos #kittehs #cat mom #knee of huss #life update #Méka Mau Moo

[princeescaluswords]

Literally saw a TikTok where someone stitched a video of Tyler Posey talking about how Stiles or Derek are great but it's his (Tyler/Scott's) show and the person stitching it scoffed and said basically "no the f it isn't"

..... he literally was pointing out straight facts. It *is* his show, he is the titular Teen Wolf, everything in the show connects back to him. It's 2023 and these loony stans are just as ignorant and vile as ever. Though I have to laugh that they think simply because they have written tons of fanfiction centering Stiles, that means it influences the show.

This is nothing new. As you might know because I've never hid it, I do a search every day for new Teen Wolf fictions with Scott in it, excluding Bad Friend Scott and Bad Alpha Scott and Scott-Bashing (as useless as that is because 50% of the stories that fall into the above categories are untagged), but in the vicious reaction to the movie, I've taken to changing the "<1 day" tag to "3650 days ago" in order to find things a little less malevolent. Essentially, I'm reading stories from 2013.

And the results are eerily similar.

In the older stories, Scott is most often positioned as an antagonist to the real protagonists of the series: Derek and/or Stiles. He's either in the doghouse for his defeat of Derek and Gerard in Master Plan (2x12), or he's being urged with the need to join Derek's pack for his own good, or he's being confronted with the illegitimacy of his rejection of Derek, which is based not on Derek being a brutal manipulative power-mad alpha but is based on a groundless dislike or even hatred. Sometimes, this conflict has already been resolved, in which case he's shoved into "loyal beta" role who serves as Stiles's emotional support with a one-dimensional relationship with Isaac or Allison (or both) as a treat.

The Alpha pack, when addressed, is depicted as interested in Derek or -- for some reason -- Stiles. Their actions do frequently provide Scott with the opportunity to prove his loyalty to Stiles and/or Derek. In other words, there is no relation to what happened on the screen or what will happen on the screen.

Flash-forward to ten years later and it's the same thing.

In story after story written in reaction to the movie, Scott is most often positioned as antagonist. He's either in the doghouse for his defeat of the nogitsune and Harris (stupefying, I know), or he's being slandered as not being a good adopted father for Eli, or he's being confronted with the illegitimacy of his relationship with Stiles, which is not informed by the fact that they've lived separate lives for 13 years but focused on the idea that Scott should have based his entire existence around Stiles's. For instance, he's excoriated for not still driving a 46-year-old Jeep or being tricked by the same demon fox that rode Stiles around like a bumper car or not choosing to die instead of Derek.

When they say that they reject canon, they aren't kidding. Fandom's deranged revenge fantasy -- and make no make mistake the goal is revenge because their every reaction to the movie is nothing but hatred -- is entirely based not on what happened on the screen but on what happened more than a decade ago -- Scott McCall was revealed to be the Teen Wolf.

Look, contrary to that enormous racist's attempt to position any other character as the focus of Teen Wolf and hide it behind a thought experiment when it was an excuse to cut Tyler Posey out of cast pictures, there is no Teen Wolf story without Scott. No plot line, no character, no piece of lore was written or executed that didn't have direct bearing on Scott. Not one.

It's sad Tyler Posey has to make a joke about it being his show when every part of the movie was about Scott. I mean, the fact that the only reason that Derek Hale was given a son in the first place was so, in the end, adopting Eli could transition Scott from Teen Wolf to father of a Teen Wolf in two-and-a-half hours is incontrovertible. And the rage of a racist fandom that still, after 12 years, can't wrap their head around a story that focuses on a Latino will never be satisfied. But they'll certainly try.

#scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad #teen wolf fandom racism #fandom racism #eli hale

[leadersguilt]

" trust me, it's not as bad as it sounds. " fox in the doghouse / fish in the birdcage; her kindness is a virtue yet still does he feel himself falling short, half-suspended over a backyard pyre, heat-embraced between one shuddering breath and the next. her concern is best entrusted into the hands of those who have earned it, those with shadows who no longer flee from the truth like an act of breathing. she's helpful, in perpetuum ---- but he's gotten far too used to covering up his own mistakes, loading this dam until it breaks. " just forgot to eat as much as i usually do today, should have expected it to catch up to me by now. " ----- @gkunde ♡'d!

#gkunde #ic. #i am a fish inside a birdcage ... my doctor always sings me songggssss #all my marley muses are watching jean try and turn her help away like: wtf u doin man .... #he will berate himself too x) #who could not when around bodine?

[galactic-dragoness]

Calling Card

“It’s fake.”

The museum director turns to the Detective Inspector. “What?”

“It’s a calling card, but it’s not his calling card.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Monsieur, I have been on the Cooper case for almost six years. I know a copycat thief when I see it.”

Carmelita turns to one of her officers. “I want forensics to check this out and see if there’s anything that they can get that will pinpoint the culprit.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The vixen dismisses the officers, then turns back to the director.

“Do you know anyone in your staff that might have a motive to do this, and make it look like someone broke in?”

“I...I’m not sure…”

“I’m going to need the names of everyone who works in this establishment.”

She pulls out a card.

“This is my number. Please contact me if you can think of any leads.”

“Yes...yes I will.”

She nods. “Good man.”

Carmelita walks out of the exhibit, past the many faces of Interpol employees and crime scene tape, to her car in the parking lot.

She returns to her precinct twenty-five minutes later, and makes a beeline to her office.

The fox shuts the door behind her, and locks it. Then she removes a lock box tucked away near the bookcase. After unlocking it, the young woman opens the box on her couch.

The lock box is stuffed with multiple Cooper calling cards. Each one is individually packaged in a small plastic bag, with dates on the labels.

Carmelita removes the one with the most recent date, and examines it carefully.

“Yep. This is an authentic, the other one was a fake, The colors do not match at all.”

She holds it up to the light.

“Different types of card paper too…”

“You know me so well.”

Carmelita gasps, and whips around to see Sly Cooper himself, leaning against her desk.

“Cooper, what the actual shit?”

He holds up his hand in greeting. “Relax, Inspector. I come in peace.”

She reaches for her pistol at her hip, but finds it absent.

“What-”

“Looking for this?”

He pulls out the Inspector’s shock pistol from behind him, and places it on her desk.

“How-”

“Pickpocket.”

She groans. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to give you a clue.”

“...A clue?”

“Yep. I’m not a fan of copy-cats, so I’d like to point you in the right direction.”

“Okay. What’s your clue?”

“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t hand over hints so easily, unless you can read between the lines.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There is...another way I’d spill the beans, though.”

“For God’s sake, cut the cryptic crap. What do I need to do to get you to talk?”

He grins mischievously.

“One date.”

Carmelita turns cherry red. “Absolutely not. Never in a million years.”

“Aw, come on, I don’t bite.”

“No. Hard pass.”

Sly frowns playfully. “No date, no clue.”

“You said that was the second option, what was the first?”

“You’re a detective, right? Surely you can solve this mystery?”

“Ringtail, I am losing my patience. Don’t make me hurt you.”

He sighs. “Okay, okay. Looks like I’m in the doghouse.”

The raccoon turns around and opens the window to her office. He climbs over the sill, and looks back at her.

“Heed my words carefully, Inspector.”

“Wha-”

He winks, then leaps off into the night.

The Inspector huffs in anger, and swipes her pistol from her desk, replacing it back on her hip.

Heed my words carefully.

...Wait.

Carmelita replays the thief’s banter in her head.

I’d like to point you in the right direction.

I don’t bite.

Looks like I’m in the doghouse.

Direction. Bite. Doghouse.

Hang on.

The Inspector’s eyes suddenly widen at her revelation.

The museum director...was a dachshund.

The copy-cat was a copy-dog.

Carmelita runs to her phone on the desk and frantically dials the officers at the scene.

“Get everyone in the vicinity to find the Director of the Museum. I think I’ve got a lead.”

#sly cooper #carmelita fox #slyfox #slyfox week 2022

[enby-enderdragon]

For a writing request please can you write something harmony hollow s3 related about jack…maybe angst with callum or something I don’t mind just anything you want please because I’m so hyperfixated AND THERES NO CONTENT 😭😭😭😭 thank you for your service if you decide to do this I don’t mind if not

A/N: Anon, I would willing lay down my life for you. Also, Tumblr nuked me three different times for trying to post this helpppppp

[++++]

Jack stands at the edge of the treeline, his heart and stomach churning.

Dawn was beginning to rise, the first rays of sunshine stretching their fingers across the sky and forcing Jack further back under the shade. He had come to spy on his opposing faction leader, but instead was greeted by the sight of Callum exiting the pastel home of one Scott ‘Dang’ Major. His fiancé’s eyes no longer glittered the familiar red-on-black that matched his own and all the other vampires’ eyes, but now shone with the piercing blue-on-white of his human times. The fox-man gives a loud and relieved laugh as he stands in the sun, warming his previously cold skin.

Why was he so relieved?

Jack slinks further more into the shadows, no longer hiding from the sun, but instead shrinking away from the sunshine of Callum’s blinding grin as he chatters away with Scott. Did he truly hate being a vampire this horribly?

The mooshroom halfling’s hands shake and, though long unbeating, his heart clenches as the sound of Callum’s overjoyed laughter drifts to his own ears.

He turns.

He runs.

He runs and runs and runs, ever thankful for his own forethought to bring a parasol when he runs out of trees to cower beneath away from the sun’s harsh grasp. Soon enough, Jack reaches a place once called a peaceful and loving home. No, not his vampire mansion. His canal boat. The place where this all started, the place where it was easy to remember when this began with ‘just a prank, bro’.

The old thing looks the same way he’d left it. Fang’s old doghouse is still out front, rainbow woolen sheep still wander and dot the countryside and wade through the shallows of the river, that silly little sparkle still floats in front of his old front door. It’s still all here.

Careful, Jack jumps over the familiar lily pad pathing and enters the canal boat once again.

The air inside is stale and dust swirls thickly in the air, kicked up from the gust of the door opening. The same dust and grime counts all the abandoned furniture. Anything that had been left in view of the sun was faded and damaged. Oh… There’s a leak in the ceiling, dripping water pooling on the wooden flooring just in front of the entrance to his dungeon. Hell, he can even still hear that stupid vampire cow puttering around down there.

All at once, everything comes crashing down onto Jack and the clan leader collapses onto the closest thing that he could count as a chair— an abandoned crafting bench with scraps of gold still left on the work space. His shoulders shudder as he struggles to not break down into tears over learning that his beloved, the one he had promised his undying heart to, had abandoned him and the others. And for what? A silly human?

His engagement ring burns on his finger and Jack quickly snatches it off, holding the offending jewelry at arm’s length with a boiling glare.

“Gods damn you, Callum!” The vampire yells, breaking. The tears stream down his face as he throws the engagement ring across the ship.

Jack isn’t sure how long he spends, curled in on himself and crying like a fledgling over this stake to the heart. However long it was, whether it be minutes or hours, it was long enough for someone to come looking for him.

“Jack?” A voice tentatively calls out with a creak of the front door. Jack’s heart twists again.

Nicola, the poor woman, was shocked to see her leader in this state, but to her credit, she doesn’t hesitate in rushing forward with questions of Jack’s safety falling easily from her lips.

The scarlet-haired woman’s appearance did nothing to help calm Jack. If anything, it made him worse. He and Callum had turned her together, matching bite scars on each side of her pale neck at the juncture of her lifeblood. She was something of family to them, even closer than the rest of the clan. It was hard to place if the familial feeling was sibling or parental, but it was there nonetheless.

“Jack, talk to me. Are you hurt? Why are you crying?” Nicola says, her deep voice soothing while a frown etched onto her face as Jack simply shakes his head, hugging the woman close.

It takes several minutes for Jack to be coaxed into a calm enough state to talk again, but Nicola is determined.

“C-Callum. He’s not a vampire anymore.” Jack manages to vaguely explain before his shoulders shudder again, biting back a new sob. “He betrayed us.”

Nicola’s expression shifts through a roller coaster of emotions— shock, betrayal, anguish, before finally settling on anger.

“Don’t worry, Jack. We’ll make sure Callum and the hunters pay for this. This will not go unpunished.”

#jacksucksatlife #jacksucksatmc #seapeekay #phoenixgg2 #nicola phoenixgg #dangthatsalongname #scott smajor #smajor #smajor1995 #harmony hollow #//// #malik wrote this #thanks a bunch for the ask! <3 #anon friend

[deltaruminations]

vs susie is such a good fucking track like around 0:55 when the Nightmare Noise Bass kicks in i go bananas every time. like between that and some of the snowgrave cyber city tracks i really wanna hear a toby fox post-metal album. planning for bark-ial - below the doghouse

#ill be honest i think i like snowgrave WELCOME TO THE CITY better than the normal version #it serves a lot of paula’s theme (earthbound) to me. source of many tears for like 13 y/o chadley

[braveolpabear]

The Relationship between Cluck the Rooster and John the Barnyard Dog

The friendship between Cluck the Rooster Furrie and John the Barnyard Dog Furrie is a very tender, more loving one. The two share a brotherly bond and are truly inseparable. The duo deeply respect each other and if either one of them are get kidnapped by a hostile creature like a MediEvil Dragon for example one of them will react violently and will do whatever it takes to help him. On one occasion when John found out his Rooster friend got abducted by Fox Bandits to cook him as roast The Barnyard Dog became increasingly irate and stopped at nothing to rescue him. On another occasion when Cluck found out his Dog friend got captured by malicious Dragon Soldiers the fat Rooster became fiercely determined to find and free his canine and eventually beat up his Dragon enemies in a rage. Cluck first befriended the chubby Barnyard Dog when he saw him fatally traumatized weeping next to his destroyed doghouse on Pig Island. The Barnyard Dog tearfully tells his newfound friends how he was threatened by Dragon Soldiers before getting his beloved doghouse burned down by Spyra the ruthless Purple Dragon then stealing the last of his remaining Dragons Treasure. John screams angrily how he hates Dragons before breaking down sobbing. Sympathetic Cluck goes over to the crying Barnyard Dog in order to console him, whispering that everything is going to be okay. Before long an army of invading MediEvil Dragons arrived to storm The Castle of Heaven aka The Heavenly Castle to raid it of it's hidden Dragons Treasure. Encouraged by his Rooster friend John bellowed in rage when he saw his Dragon nemesis Spyra along with the same Dragon Soldiers who humiliated him earlier, summoning a sudden burst of courage and becoming surprisingly stronger than ever before beating up Spyra's Dragon Guards as Spyra managed to escape. His true creator Papa Bear then provided John a Dog Wand and Cluck a Rooster Wand to teach the friends magic, to which the latter concocted a Stupidity Spell on the bruised Dragons. Although John and Cluck love the farm the two hate Dragons especially MediEvil Dragons and will do anything to prove that farm animals can fight back. The friendly duo also loathe predators but mostly Foxes, Wolves, Ferrets, Raccoons and Coyotes because they both view them as cunning thieves who purely intimidate innocent farm animals including Sheep and Chickens. The two barnyard friends mostly enjoy either visiting The Nude Camp, The Nudist Spa or even one of The Nude Beaches on Pig Island to spend more time together. John and Cluck both truly respect Papa Bear as their real creator and secretly have a crush on his guardian angel Jodie the giant thirty five-foot tall Pink Heavenly Whippet who is now queen of The Heavenly Castle because she obtained most of the hidden Dragons Treasure in the castle dungeons. This explains why the barnyard duo work part-time as a couple of her many servants. Cluck and John also seem to have a passion for creating nude sculptures of every creature throughout the far-off distant galaxy know as Galaxceus such as The Wondermites from the planet Wonderama and the Cybermites from the planet Circuitron. They frequently spend the majority of their existence singing loudly to ''Old Papa Bear had a Farm'' while bumping their butts together🐔🐶🦮🐓🌽🥔🌴🏝️

#Warner Bros #Looney Tunes #Foghorn Leghorn #Barnyard Dawg #Pleasure Paradise #Pig Island #John #Cluck #barnyard dawg #rooster #canine #chicken #doghouse #dragons treasure #castle of heaven #animal furrie #papa bear #Jodie #guardian angel #queen #heavenly whippet #barnyard #jungle #magic #friendship #brotherly love #befriend #best friends #medievil dragon #extremely obese

[revacholl]

no fucking way someone like down the road from me just posted like “guys i lost my daughters pet rabbit please lmk if anyone sees her” and they literally just jusr leave the rabbit outside in a crate so theyre like "she probably got scared and ran off in the storm last night!!!” wtf. there are literally so many foxes and predators of all kinds out here why are you keeping your domestic rabbit just outside in like a doghouse you are stupid and i should kill you.

[shadowycheesecakedragon]

Favorite Disney Songs Tag Meme

Rules: List your favorite song from every film in the Disney Animated Conon and tag at least one person. Parts of the score and deleted songs are allowed so long as they're included on the film's soundtrack album. Two-way ties are also allowed. Feel free to leave blanks if you haven't seen every movie in the canon, haven't listened to the soundtrack(s) recently, or are undecided. Try to complete the list, but don't force yourself. Be honest. Get creative. Have fun! 😉 

Notes: This tag meme was inspired by a YouTube playlist I made. It has all the songs I listed below, some runners-up, and more. I've been feeling down lately, so I'm writing this to spark positivity in myself and others the best way I know how. Hopefully, it works! 

Entries with forward slashes are not separate songs. They are distinct parts of one long track on the albums they come from. (My pick for "Hunchback" is an easy example.)        

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs -- The Silly Song (The Dwarfs' Yodel Song)

Pinocchio -- Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee (An Actor's Life for Me)

Fantasia -- The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Dumbo -- When I See an Elephant Fly

Bambi -- Little April Shower

Saludos Amigos --

The Three Caballeros -- The Three Caballeros

Make Mine Music --

Fun and Fancy Free -- I’m a Happy-Go-Lucky Fellow

Melody Time --

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad -- The Headless Horseman

Cinderella -- Little Dressmakers / The Work Song / Scavenger Hunt / A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes / The Dress / My Beads / Escape to the Garden

Alice in Wonderland -- The Mad Tea Party / The Unbirthday Song / Twinkle Twinkle / Clean Cup Move Down / Mad Watch

Peter Pan -- You Can Fly! You Can Fly! You Can Fly!

Lady and the Tramp -- In the Doghouse / The Rat Returns / Falsely Accused / We've Got to Stop That Wagon / Trusty's Sacrifice

Sleeping Beauty -- Skumps (Drinking Song) / The Royal Argument

101 Dalmatians --Dalmatian Plantation / Finale

The Sword in the Stone -- Higitus Figitus

The Jungle Book -- I Wan'na Be Like You

The Aristocats -- Ev'rybody Wants to Be a Cat

Robin Hood -- Oo-De-Lally

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh -- Winnie the Pooh

The Rescuers -- The Journey

The Fox and the Hound -- Main Title

The Black Cauldron -- End Credits 

The Great Mouse Detective --

Oliver & Company -- Why Should I Worry?

The Little Mermaid -- Under the Sea

The Rescuers Down Under -- Main Title (Tied with Cody's Flight)

Beauty and the Beast -- Belle

Aladdin -- Friend Like Me

The Lion King -- Be Prepared

Pocahontas -- Farewell (Tied with Colors of the Wind - End Title)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame -- Heaven's Light / Hellfire

Hercules -- I Won't Say (I'm In Love)

Mulan -- I'll Make a Man Out of You

Tarzan -- Son of Man (Tied with Trashin' the Camp)

Fantasia 2000 --

Dinosaur -- The Egg Travels

The Emperor's New Groove -- Snuff Out the Light (Yzma's Song)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire -- The Crystal Chamber

Lilo & Stitch -- He Mele No Lilo (Tied with Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride)

Treasure Planet --

Brother Bear -- Transformation

Home on the Range --

Chicken Little --

Meet the Robinsons --

Bolt --

The Princess and the Frog -- Friends on the Other Side

Tangled -- Kingdom Dance

Winnie the Pooh -- Everything is Honey

Wreck-It Ralph --

Frozen -- Let It Go

Big Hero 6 --

Zootopia -- Try Everything

Moana -- Where You Are

Ralph Breaks the Internet --

Frozen II -- Into the Unknown

Raya and the Last Dragon --

Encanto -- We Don't Talk About Bruno

Strange World -- 

Wish --  

And there you have it! I’ll tag @descendant-of-truth. Happy listing. 😊  

#Tag meme #Favorites list #Disney songs #Disney lyricists #Disney film scores #Disney composers #Disney Animated Canon #Embedded links #Disney Wiki #YouTube playlist #GIF

[redorich]

to those who carried on

A fic for @petrichormeraki​ and their Hermit!Tommy AU.

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The hermits know Tommy as a quiet young man who is very sad and contemplative. The more time they spend with him (against his will, but they know he needs the company) the more they learn of the little details. His favorite block is cobblestone, he likes building towers, and apparently his favorite woman is the Queen. They don’t ask why he wears a smiley mask even though he never seems happy. They don’t ask why he hides important things in his ender chest. They don’t ask why he wears a shattered compass on a chain about his neck.

(Once, he died in lava and lost his absolute mind. He was so upset about the compass that he didn’t even mention the stack and a half of diamond ore he had on him. Xisuma ended up manually rolling back the server just so Tommy could have it back.)

As time goes on, the tremors in Tommy's hands grow lesser. His dull blond hair seems a bit brighter, his bruises fade quicker, he doesn’t look quite so skinny-- he spends his time serenely building, resource gathering instead of running and fighting. He has a sense of humor under all that trauma, which the hermits unfortunately find out after another massive-scale prank war thought to be instigated by Grian actually turns out to be Tommy's fault.

Tommy starts swearing more. Doc gets the stink eye from Stress for this, but Doc insists he’s never once sworn around the young man. (That’s an absolute lie, but it wasn’t anything Tommy hadn’t heard before. Tommy thinks Doc is remarkably unoriginal in his cursing. He does take note of the German ones, though.)

Inviting Tommy to PvP minigames can be touchy, they learn. He likes to fight, but he fights like an animal with nothing to lose. Grian once chanted, “It stays in the pit!” and everyone present had to spend the next five minutes wrangling Tommy’s soul back into his body from wherever it’d floated off to.

Tommy likes to glide with his elytra. He claims he’s never had one before, but he flies like such a natural that a few people have their doubts. On a dark desert night, with dark blue eyes watching the night sky, he confides to Cub that it reminds him of the way his dad used to fly. He hates rockets, though. He does not confide to Cub that it reminds him of what his brother did to his best friend. He says enough that Cub can guess, though.

Scar gets fed up with Tommy’s creeper holes and makes Tommy help him fix them. At first, Tommy has no clue why Scar is breaking out things like coarse dirt and birch leaves and making the ground all fancy, but he’s not afraid of a little hard work and Scar makes it fun. He learns a lot about terraforming that day, and awkwardly comes back a few days later asking if Scar needs any more help terraforming. Tommy still hasn’t built a real base, not by Hermitcraft standards, but the small hill he’s built his dirt hut near now has a very beautiful, if amateurish, waterfall. He doesn’t tell Scar about this, but Scar finds out anyway. Tommy wakes up one morning to find that someone has left a shulker box in his house. Instead of iron-gripped paranoia, he just feels wonder that someone would give him a gift-- to the hermits, a single shulker box is nothing. To Tommy, it’s everything.

The shulker box contains coarse dirt, birch leaves, and a silk touch shovel.

Tommy helps Xisuma mine a giant hole in the ground near bedrock, because he realizes that he’s never thanked the admin for getting him his compass back. Well, that and the fact that instamining with a haste two beacon and an efficiency five pickaxe is a novelty. Xisuma lets him keep the cobble, since everyone knows it’s Tommy’s favorite block, but also insists he keep some of the other blocks like andesite and diorite. He pats Tommy on the head and tells him to talk to Bdubs about building a house some time. Tommy nods. He's taken aback by how tall Xisuma is, completely contrasting his mild nature. He reminds Tommy of Wilbur, on one of his good days before... Before. Not Ghostbur, though-- the admin is much too alive.

Tommy waits too long, so eventually Bdubs comes to him. The man is silly and outrageous, playing everything for laughs and unexpectedly tender. Bdubs plays up how beautiful he thinks Tommy’s hideous dirt shack is, then offers to help him build a house that’s better. For Tommy, building a house means settling down, accepting that this is his home now. Bdubs doesn’t know this. Tommy builds cobblestone dicks while Bdubs tries to lecture him about depth and block variation. Nothing gets done and Bdubs feels like he might have failed, but come next week Bdubs is flying over the area and sees the dicks are gone; so is the dirt house. In its place is a spruce-and-cobble cottage nestled near the tiny waterfall. Off to the side, he’s made a cozy doghouse for his fox, Theo. Bdubs doesn’t know how close that fox came to being named Fundy.

He spars with False, and she very pointedly does not mention how his stances are uniquely suited to a piglin. There’s only one renowned fighter who’s a piglin, after all. It's Tommy’s story to tell, if he ever does, why he’s seen enough of the legendary Technoblade’s fights to pick up on his stances, yet he’s not experienced enough to know that they don’t suit him. Instead, False gives him different stances suited more for tall, skinny people like the two of them. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes just like him. (Not that she’d know. She’s never seen his eyes, hidden behind his mask as they are.) Every now and then, he imagines her as an older sister, and the one time he says so, she smiles. When Tommy’s at home, looking at his own distorted reflection in his waterfall (he’s improved it since he built it), he muses that their eyes aren’t the same, their hair colors are subtly off. It’s close enough, he thinks.

Stress dies from fall damage and Tommy goes out of his way to pick up her stuff, because the hermits do these things out of the kindness of their hearts. The thought never even crosses their minds to steal. It crosses his mind. He doesn’t do it. Stealing from Stress would be like stealing from Niki.

He shows up at Cleo’s base unannounced and demands to see the “cool shit”. He is appropriately enthused by the giant armor-stand-bugs. She tries teaching him her armor stand magic, but it doesn’t really sink in. It’s okay, she assures him, most people don’t have the knack for it. He does, however, learn that buttons make excellent decorations. He also learns how to braid hair, bribed by ice cream. He is terrible at it, to the point where Joe has to come by to help the two untangle her hair so Tommy can start again. Watching the two bicker over capitalism and six million armor stands and a whole host of other inside jokes he doesn’t get, he thinks he’s starting to understand what friendship is supposed to be like. Joe and Cleo don’t see him clutching his compass. He and Tubbo weren’t too far off from this, given their circumstances. Maybe...

Maybe Tubbo can be forgiven.

Tommy makes minigames of his own, ones that don’t just kill you and steal your stuff. He builds things that are pretty instead of just functional, brews potions with Stress and only calls them drugs once (again, upsetting her is like upsetting Niki. Best not done), and sets up chicken bombs above people’s bases instead of just lavacasting them. (As Grian saw the hundreds of chickens slowly raining down upon his mansion, he got such a peculiar look on his face that Tommy feared he’d fucked up. The shorter, stronger (much stronger oh god why is he so strong despite being so small) man nearly crushed Tommy’s lungs in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of Tommy. Tommy was proud of himself for not accidentally murdering Grian out of reflex. Was this what healing was like?)

Yes. It is what healing is like. Tommy knows this because that wound gets ripped open again. Tango shows him how to build the most obnoxious redstone-powered noise machine the two can think of. Tango digs a small pit, and asks Tommy to throw down his axe. Suddenly, Tommy’s in Logstedshire again; it’s not Tango asking, it’s Dream. His hands don’t shake when he tosses his axe into the pit, followed by his sword and his armor. It isn't until he’s placed the TNT down that Tango grabs his wrist and asks him what he’s doing. Tommy’s eyes clear enough that he can see past the blond hair and freckles. Tango isn’t green, he’s red. He's shorter than Dream, and his worried eyes are unhidden. Tommy shudders, then tells Tango everything.

Tango has no pity for Tommy, just understanding and sympathy. He doesn’t push Tommy to talk about it, but when Tommy’s done telling his story, Impulse and Zedaph show up. They all pretend that Tommy’s voice isn’t hoarse, that they all didn’t conveniently happen to look away when Tommy took off his mask just long enough to wipe his eyes. The men bake a cake together, fool around with honey blocks, and don’t talk about it.

Tommy knows very little about redstone, considers himself more of a builder and a fighter than an engineer. Still, Mumbo’s living base is inspiring, and Tommy often hangs around the man’s industrial district just to watch Mumbo work. Mumbo knows that Tommy hasn’t purchased a day pass, but it’s nice having someone around to talk to while he works. It’s not like Tommy is stealing anything. (Tommy totally steals from Mumbo’s industrial district storage system. The man’s farms are so efficient that he doesn’t even notice, so Tommy assumes it’s fine. What Mumbo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.)

Lava still isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He stays far away from it, instead of imagining what it would be like to hurtle towards it. Ren doesn’t really notice this, but he does notice that Tommy doesn’t seem to like his mustafarian base. On a spur-of-the-moment whim, Ren whips up some absurd plotline in which he is a lone weary traveller seeking refuge at Tommy’s base from strange alien overlords. The two have fun together, and the young man cracks more absurd jokes about it than the hermits have ever seen him do. When Ren leaves a week later to return to his own base, Tommy keeps being absurd, if a bit more subdued without someone to play off of. He builds a shrine to the “prime log”, which grows more elaborate each day. Beef and xB pretend to be his acolytes, despite having no clue what a “twitch prime” is.

They can’t see his face, but the smile in his voice is a far cry from the despondency he once wore like a heavy cloak. He is so much more animated and alive, full of motivation. He builds an entire island in three days, and hand-delivers an invitation to each and every hermit for his beach party. Everyone shows up, even those with packed schedules (Iskall) and those with introverted tendencies (Etho). Tommy is nearly moved to tears when they show up in groups of twos and threes, as though he hadn’t expected anyone to come. There aren’t enough chairs for everyone, but there is more than enough cake to go around. Tango brings drinks, Impulse brings meat to barbecue, and Zedaph makes an elaborate jump-powered grill. Keralis brings way too much confetti and several handfuls of cheap, obnoxious party noisemakers. Stress brings Tommy a crown made out of alliums. It shines far less than his brother’s gold crown, and it’ll die in a few days, but he wears it all night and keeps it in his ender chest until it withers away.

He spends five days teaching himself to make flower crowns. Even his best attempt is awful, nowhere near as pretty as the crowns Stress makes, but when he gives it to her, she takes off the one she was wearing and wears his until it falls apart.

He dies fighting a creeper on Grian’s behalf, and doesn’t even panic, because he trusts that however many times he dies, no matter how stupid or ignominious or revolutionary or important, Xisuma will always let him respawn.

He spends a grand total of nine diamonds to buy a single plot of land in the shopping district. He builds a cute little bench facing the sunset, with warmly glowing street lights on either side and a small garden. At the end of the bench he places a jukebox, and buys every single disc that Beef’s music shop sells, including Pigstep. He sits on the bench while Mellohi plays and watches the tiny silhouettes of his friends flying in the evening sky. Tommy looks alone on that bench, even if he seems happy, so sometimes other people stop by to sit with him. Scar declares the bench area a public park, since everyone likes it so much, and refunds Tommy his nine diamonds straight from the throne.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit!tommy au #tommyinnit #xisumavoid #grian #docm77 #stressmonster101 #cubfan135 #tubbo #technoblade #goodtimeswithscar #wilbur soot #ghostbur #bdubs #fundy #itsfundy #falsesymmetry #zombiecleo #joe hills #nihachu #tango tek #impulsesv #zedaph #dreamwastaken #mumbo jumbo #rendog #vintagebeef #xbcrafted

[here4theheartbreak]

Afternoon Naps (myg + pjm)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Jimin x Yoongi Genre: smut Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~5.5k

Tags: Smut, Consensual Somnophilia, Vampires, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Established Relationship, Vampire Sex, Vampire Biting/Blood Drinking, Sleeping Medication, Consensual Necrophilia (Technically), Temporary Character Death, Vampire Min Yoongi, Human Park Jimin, Bottom Park Jimin

Summary: Jimin finds out his boyfriend's biggest secret, and reveals his own biggest kink. They realize that this can benefit both of them.

A/N: Fifth Kinktober fic, day 7: somnophlia; this fic is also filling a request from ages ago. @sujigguk requested a fic with “you’re not human”

A/N 2: The fic contains technically necrophilia -- vampire lore in this fic has the vampire "dying" (i.e. heart/breathing stops, body goes cold, rigor mortis sets in) while resting in their coffins. All sexual acts are discussed and consented to by both parties prior to this.

“Jimin!” Yoongi’s voice was sharp… And not all that happy when he opened the door of his apartment. Jimin smiled sheepishly. 

“Surprise?” He said softly. 

“What are you doing here?”

Yoongi looked tense as he stood in the doorway. From what Jimin could see over his shoulder, his blinds were drawn, and his apartment was still mostly dark. Strange, given it was nearly ten in the morning.

“Did I wake you?”

Yoongi hesitated. “No.”

Jimin’s smile faded a little. “I wanted to come by… It’s been a week.”

“We’ve been texting.” 

Jimin’s smile disappeared completely. “I disturbed you. I’m sorry.” He backed up, ready to head down the hall.

“Wait, no, Jimin. Don’t go. You just surprised me, I’m not used to visitors coming by unexpectedly.”

Jimin looked at him, trying to gauge if he was being sincere. Jimin and Yoongi had been dating for nearly six months. It was great. Yoongi was always there for him, their dates were fun, and they never ran out of things to talk about. The sex was mind blowing. Sure, they fought a little, but never a big thing. The one oddity in all their time together… Was that Jimin was never invited to sleep over at Yoongi’s. Yoongi had stayed at Jimin’s a few times, and Jimin had come over once or twice, but never for more than a few minutes. 

The last time they were together in person, Jimin had hinted at wanting to stay over at Yoongi’s one night. Yoongi had seemed okay with the idea, but also a bit stiff about it. 

“I should have texted,” Jimin finally said.

“Yes,” Yoongi agreed. “But… You’re here, I can spare a few minutes.” He sighed heavily and stepped aside, letting Jimin in. 

“Dark,” Jimin commented as he entered. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” He reached out for Yoongi’s head, only to have Yoongi jerk away.

“I’m fine.”

Jimin scowled then, crossing his arms. “What’s wrong with you?”

Yoongi blinked at him. 

“You’re acting weird. I’ve been with you half a year, I know when you’re not yourself. What’s wrong?”

“It…” Yoongi’s shoulders sagged. “It’s very hard to explain.”

“Well try. I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark. Literally or figuratively.” Jimin went to flip on a light. 

Yoongi grabbed his wrist. His hand was frigid, and his grip was tight. Jimin gasped. 

“Don’t.” Yoongi’s voice was sharp.

“Wh… What’s going on? You’re kinda starting to scare me.”

“I don’t mean to.” Yoongi let go of Jimin’s wrist.

“Why are you so cold?” Jimin went forward. Yoongi backed away but Jimin ignored him, grabbing his face. “Jesus, you’re freezing. Are you sick?”

“Not exactly,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“Jimin, please…” Yoongi leaned into his touch, his eyes screwed shut. “Please just go home… I promise, I’ll explain everything tonight.”

“No. You can explain right now, Min Yoongi.” Jimin crossed his arms and stood in front of the door, facing Yoongi. 

“It’s not easy,” Yoongi muttered. Jimin remained silent. He sighed. “Fine. I… I really wanted us to last.”

Jimin narrowed his eyes, not liking how this was sounding. Yoongi stuffed his hands into his pockets. 

“I’m a monster.”

“What makes you a monster?” Jimin pressed.

“Fangs? Death? Drinking blood?” Yoongi shrugged. “Any number of things. I mean a literal monster.”

Jimin laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, come on, don’t be silly. Yoongi, what is it really?” He asked. He flicked on the light. Yoongi winced visibly, raising his hand to shield from the indoor light.

Jimin’s entire body went cold. Yoongi was standing in front of him. His Yoongi – lean muscle and a sweet, round face, gentle eyes and guitar callused fingers… But not his Yoongi at the same time. The person in front of him was paler than Yoongi – his face almost grey it was so pale. His eyes were dark. Not just dark, but the pupils seemed to have expanded, filling the whites of his eyes and giving him a demonic gaze. 

Yoongi let his hand fall, his expression timid despite the horror his features implied. 

“You’re not human,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m a monster,” Yoongi agreed. “A vampire… Specifically.” He looked down. “Are you going to run away screaming now?”

“Make me, you troll,” Jimin grumbled. He let his arms fall and took a cautious step forward. 

“I’m a vampire, not a troll.”

Jimin grinned at that, seeing the curve of a smile on Yoongi’s lips. “I’ll get it right eventually… Am I in danger? Standing here like this?”

“No. I have excellent control over my feeding… Why aren’t you scared?” Yoongi looked up, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

“I am.”

“You aren’t showing it… Aside from a fast heartbeat… I can’t see any fear on your pretty face. And your heart beats fast around me all the time.”

Jimin smiled. “Flirting isn’t gonna get you out of the doghouse… Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You’re right.” Yoongi snapped his fingers. “I always forget. When is the right date to tell your new boyfriend you died and came back as a bloodsucking creature of the night? That once a week you have to spend a day in a coffin literally dead or you get wildly sick? Isn’t it the third? Or no, the seventh?”

Jimin slapped Yoongi’s shoulder with some force, smirking when he cried out, rubbing it. “Weak for a vampire.”

“I’m immortal, not immune to my boyfriend’s abuse,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Do you drink blood?”

“Of course I do.”

“Human?”

“When I can.”

“From live people?”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your tone, Mr. Park?”

Jimin glared. “You lied to me for six months, I’m allowed to interrogate you.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “I’m frankly just… In amazement that you’re still standing here. And no… Not live humans, not for a very long time. You may proceed with the interrogation – but I insist on us moving out of my hallway and to an actual sitting location.” He pointed to the couch.

“Do you have anything to drink? If I open your fridge… Will I find bags of blood?”

Yoongi made a noise of offense and crossed his arms. “Of course not, I’m not some barbarian. You’ll find a recyclable bottle of that’s filled with blood. But my sodas are in the door.”

Jimin went over to the fridge and opened it. Sure enough, there were three large water bottles filled with a very suspicious reddish liquid. He grabbed a soda from the door and went over to the couch, sitting next to Yoongi.

“How old are you? I’m guessing that twenty-seven was a lie.”

“I was twenty-seven when I died. Thirty-one years ago.”

“Oooh, I bagged myself a silver fox, huh?”

Yoongi huffed once more. “I died at twenty-seven.”

“Mhm… And now you’re fifty-eight.” 

“Jimin, I’m gonna…” 

Jimin giggled. “I guess I shouldn’t tease you… You might bite me… Would you?”

“Bite you? Not unless you asked.”

“Would it turn me into a vampire?”

“No. There’s a very specific ritual for that.”

Jimin nodded. “Cool. So, what does a vampire do? Aside from drinking blood… What’s special about you? I’ve seen you in the day. You complain a whole lot, but you don’t sparkle or ignite like a firework. We’ve taken plenty of pictures together… And you eat way too much garlic. You also sleep at night, and probably too long… And you aren’t any stronger than I am.”

“You’re making me feel real great here, Jimin,” Yoongi joked, smiling as he spoke.

Jimin laughed. “Sorry—I just mean… You seem human. I’ve never… Really assumed anything was off about you.”

“The great thing about humans, is that you all really like to assume everyone is like you. You avoid the things that support the opposite. Inhuman behavior, to some degree, so long as it’s not shocking or jarring, you can brush off as an odd quirk, a funny trait. I’m close to human, yes, but I am not human. I complain in the sun because my skin is sensitive. Bursting into flames is a myth, but I do burn far easier than most humans. My skin’s melanin has decayed over the years without cellular growth.”

“Which is why you’re so pale too.”

Yoongi grunted an affirmative. “Garlic is a myth, as is the no reflection thing. I’m sure hundreds of years ago, maybe? There might have been some truth to it, but modern technology and modern mirrors work different, so I can see myself the same as you. I am stronger than you, but I do well at hiding it most of the time. Any displays of it, you either don’t see, or brush aside. I do also sleep at night, yes – because I’ve put myself on a human schedule. I do this so I can live among you all without problems. Once a week though, I must sleep during the day. Sleeping at night is akin to a human living on a series of short naps at mid-afternoon. It’s not fully restful and it’s dangerous to do long term. I compensate by sleeping through the day one day per week, in the appropriate resting place.”

“R… Resting place?”

“My coffin.”

Jimin’s eyes bulged. “Coffin?”

“Yes, I am dead. I have a coffin.”

“That you sleep in?”

“Once a week. Otherwise, I sleep in the bed.” 

Jimin nodded, his brows furrowed. 

“Gonna run yet?” Yoongi asked.

“No… Is there anything else different?”

“Well… We’re excellent in bed,” Yoongi joked. Jimin glanced up. “I mean it. We have a… Special thing about us. You’ve had sex with other men before me, right?”

“Yeah, a few.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed that when we have sex… I’m much—”

“Harder.”

Yoongi nodded. 

Jimin pouted. “I assumed it was because I just really turned you on. It’s because you’re a vampire?”

“Well, no, you really do turn me on... A lot. But a few days after I do my daytime sleep, I get naturally more rigid. I’m not sure why – I think it has something do with… Ah, well it’s gross. But it just happens.”

Jimin sat back, sighing softly. “You’re immortal.”

“Yes.”

“Honestly… I think that’s the thing that bothers me most about this. Not that you’re undead or drink blood or… But that you’re gonna never grow old. And I’m…”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered.

“If we work out…” Jimin began. “And stay together… You’ll turn me, right? You’d have to – for us to… Be together.”

“Not necessarily. While I wouldn’t hate the idea of someone’s company in my life… I know that a limited existence is so valued and important. It’s something that I would be willing to discuss… If we work out, and when you are older.”

Jimin nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Yoongi pressed. “That’s it?”

Jimin shrugged. “We all have secrets, Yoongi.”

“I doubt you have a secret as big as this, Jimin.”

“No… But I have one that… People have left for.”

Yoongi seemed to perk up a little at that, his brows furrowed. Despite the difference in his eyes, the sleek black, Jimin found his expression endearing and sweet. 

“I like your eyes like this… Can you change them at will?” He asked.

“No. They’re like this because I’ve not fed for a while. I have to keep myself fed and rested or they shift; they’ll be back to normal after I wake up and drink… What secret could you have that’s so big, Jimin?” 

“Well… I…” Jimin winced. “God, it’s weird as hell, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t run,” Yoongi promised. “You’re sitting here next to me after finding out I’m a living dead monster. The least I can do is listen to your secret and try to understand.”

Jimin smiled softly at that. He nodded. “I like… Sleep sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I like the idea of… Having sex with someone while they sleep or are unconscious. With their consent! I mean… I’d never… Do something nonconsensual.”

Yoongi remained silent a moment, thinking. “Do you want someone to have sex with you while you sleep? Or do you want to have sex with someone while they sleep?”

“Both, I guess. I like the idea of both. I’ve never done it. Most people stop talking to me after I tell them.”

“Why would they?” Yoongi pressed. “We all have kinks and fantasies.”

“Yeah, but a lot of them see it as a form of rape. And I get it, it’s a super grey area. You can’t change your mind while you’re asleep, so like… If you say it’s okay, and then as you drift off to sleep decide you don’t want it… Then it becomes nonconsent.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding. “Well I think that can be resolved just by open communication,” he said, touching his hand to his chin in thought. “If you trust your partner and they trust you, you two should be able to communicate what is and isn’t okay. I don’t think a kink like this is unsafe or unhealthy, as long as – like you said – it’s done with full consent.”

Jimin smiled cautiously, his heart skipping a beat. “You mean… You don’t find it gross?”

“Not at all.” Yoongi smiled. “I’m glad you shared it with me. I still don’t think it’s worse than me being a blood sucking monster… But I know it’s a secret you hold close, so I appreciate your trust. But… Would you want to try this with me someday?”

“Would I ever?” Jimin asked. He chuckled a little. “I fantasize about it a lot.” 

Yoongi smirked. He moved little closer, pulling Jimin to him. “Would you want to try it today?” He asked softly.

Jimin’s eyes widened. Yoongi continued. “Look… When I sleep… In my coffin. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t breathe. I don’t move. I am… For all intents and purposes… Dead. I don’t decay, obviously. But my body goes very cold, my lungs and heart go still… And my body stiffens, as a corpse would. That includes… My dick.”

Jimin remained quiet, processing what Yoongi was suggesting. Yoongi slid his hands over Jimin’s shoulders slowly as he spoke. “So, if someone… Say my very curious, very human boyfriend… Happened to get horny while I was sleeping in my coffin… He could climb in and use my body… Ride me… And I’d remain fully unconscious no matter what.”

“Because you’re dead…” Jimin clarified. 

Yoongi nodded. “Temporarily. I wouldn’t wake for anything, unless you shined sunlight on my body. So… If you want to do this…”

“Would you fuck me when you wake?” Jimin said quickly. “If I was sleeping, would you… Return the favor?”

“I wake in the late afternoon usually. You’d likely still be up.”

“Not if I took a sleeping pill,” Jimin suggested. “I have some, I used to get nightmares and they help. I don’t use them often, but I bring them just in case. I could take one after… And you could… Help get rid of your afternoon wood with my body.”

Yoongi shifted visibly on the couch. His tongue darted out, swiping over his lips. Jimin smirked. He leaned forward, sliding his hands up Yoongi’s thighs. “Does that idea sound good? You like it.”

Yoongi nodded. “I do,” he breathed. 

“We can do it today?”

“Yes but… Jimin… You understand what I mean. When I lay in my coffin… You will be looking at the equivalent of a corpse.”

“I understand. But you’re still you. You say you’ll only be still and cold… You won’t be decaying or rotting or anything you associate with a dead body. And you’ll be waking up and… We’ll be together.”

“Of course.”

“Would it turn you on? Knowing I used you while you… Rested?”

Yoongi smiled softly, lowering his gaze. “Frankly? That’s… An incredibly sexy thought. The thought of you climbing into my coffin with me alone is enough to… Well… I’ve thought of it more than once. I never even imagined you’d be willing to… Let alone wanting to… Do more.”

“Should I stay in the coffin with you? After I finish?”

“I’m afraid not.” Yoongi shook his head. “Waking from my rest is a very jarring thing. I fear I might accidentally hurt you. I have a bed in my room next to the coffin, you can sleep there.”

Jimin nodded. “I do want this as long as you do. And I do want you to… Do the same.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin gently. 

“Hey… You’re a vampire… Don’t you have fangs?”

“They retract. When I’m resting they will come out, so don’t kiss me – you could get poked. But when I’m awake I can pull them in and out as needed.”

“Can I see them?” Jimin whispered. 

Yoongi seemed to be thinking about it. He grinned then. His wide, gummy grin suddenly became something much more frightening… And sexier, when Jimin realized his canines had lengthened and transformed into sharp, deadly points. Jimin’s breath left in a rush. 

“Oh wow…”

Yoongi’s smile dropped again to a relaxed expression. “Satisfied?” He asked, his tone slightly breathier with the fangs in the way. 

Jimin nodded. “I think you need to go to bed soon,” he murmured.

Yoongi smirked, one fang peeking out of his lip. “Horny bastard.”

“Not my fault.” Jimin squeezed Yoongi’s thighs. “Should I wait out here?”

“Please. Though it’s not disturbing I do like going to sleep alone. You’re free to come in in about fifteen minutes… I’ll be resting by then. The lube is in the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom. 

“See you in the evening,” Jimin said. Yoongi rose and leaned forward, pecking Jimin’s mouth gently. 

Fifteen minutes had never been so damn slow. Jimin finished his drink and paced around the apartment, trying to distract from the ticking clock. He took the time to explore Yoongi’s place; he’d never had a chance to before. He had quite a number of interesting trinkets that Jimin wanted to ask about when he woke up. He pulled off his coat and tugged on one of Yoongi’s hoodies, hugging himself in it as Yoongi’s scent drifted into his nostrils from the warm fabric. 

Finally. Fifteen minutes had passed. Jimin entered the bedroom carefully, letting his eyes adjust to the room, even darker than the living room. He found a lamp near a comfy looking bed and flicked it on, looking around. The light was soft, diffused by the heavy shade. In the center of the room was a large, dark coffin. Jimin approached it carefully, his heart in his throat. Inside was Yoongi, looking much paler than usual. He was entirely still, arms resting across his bare belly. He was in his boxers, his cock comically rigid, tenting the front up obscenely. He was stunning. 

Jimin hurried over to the dresser and opened the drawer, finding the lube easily. He shucked his jeans and boxers, crawling onto the bed. He set his sleeping medication on the bedside stand and relaxed into the pillow. It smelled richly of Yoongi’s scent, his cock thickening against his thigh. He moaned softly, stroking himself. He looked over at the coffin, his stomach clenching. This was really happening. He poured some of the lube on his fingers and spread it over his hole, sighing contentedly as he pushed a finger in to prep himself. 

When he was ready, Jimin rose, sliding the lube and his phone into his pocket. He went over to the coffin, taking a moment to gaze down at his beautiful lover. A vampire… He knew he’d likely have a moment of realization down the line – the understanding that this simple confession had flipped his life upside down. But he’d never been one to shy away from the macabre or bizarre, and he always wondered if supernatural creatures existed. Yoongi’s confirmation of that was… Unexpected, but not unwanted. 

Jimin carefully straddled Yoongi’s lap. He knew he couldn’t wake him, but the fear was half the fun. Yoongi was still hard, his position entirely unchanged from the first moment Jimin saw him. Jimin pulled his boxers down just under his balls, smirking when he saw the tip was a deep purple red. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked gently, surprised to find it cool to the touch. Yoongi really was a living dead person. 

A surprising twinge of arousal spiked through Jimin, making him shudder. He wondered if Yoongi could still come in this state. Only one way to find out.

He shifted over, taking the lube from his hoodie with shaking hands and adding some to Yoongi’s cock, and more to his own stretched hole. He moved over and began to settle into Yoongi’s cock, muffling his quiet gasps in his other hand. Yoongi’s cock was so hard it was almost painful. There was none of the give he was used to, forcing his ass open wide to take the tip, and sliding deep into him. He whimpered, shuddering hard when he took his entire length. 

“Yoongi,” he whined softly. Curious, he reached out, touching Yoongi’s pale, cool face. He held his hand by his nose for a moment. Nothing. No movement of air, no shift, nothing. He moaned again, reality slowly sinking in. There was nothing normal or right about this. But God, it felt good. He dropped his hand down, pulling Yoongi’s top lip back. As promised, there they were, sharp fangs, glinting dangerously. Jimin touched one, ever so tempted to prick his finger on it, let Yoongi taste him… But no. Jimin pulled his hand back. That could be discussed at a later time. He settled back on Yoongi’s stiff cock and whimpered. There was no give. He was gonna lose it fast at this rate.

Jimin began to ride him, moaning openly as Yoongi’s cock slid over his prostate. He reached into his hoodie and removed his phone, holding it up. He found his camera app and angled it to show his face first, his cheeks mottled red with arousal. He moaned openly as he pressed record, not bothering to shy away from looking and sounding obscene. 

“Your cock is so hard, Yoongi. You’re gonna break my ass in half, oh!” He shuddered, biting his lip and twisting his hips down. “Fuck, I’ve never had something this hard up my asshole, Yoongi… I’m gonna gape for hours after I’m done with you.”

He whined, his throat clicking as he struggled to swallow. He turned the camera, filming Yoongi’s body before turning it and balancing it behind him, so he could film himself riding Yoongi. He glanced back, smirking when he realized the camera was catching each long stroke, Yoongi’s cock sinking back into his ass. He spread himself and leaned forward, giving more light for the camera. He fucked himself hard and fast onto Yoongi’s cock, moaning and begging for more, not hiding the pleasure he was getting. He reached back and grabbed the phone, holding it up again.

“I’m gonna come, Yoongi,” he whined. “I’m gonna come from using your thick, hard cock, right here in your coffin. Wanna see?”

He turned the camera and lifted the front of the hoodie. His cock was bouncing with each thrust of his body, slapping gently off Yoongi’s still stomach. 

“I’m so glad you slept shirtless,” Jimin panted. “Make me come, Yoongi… Oh God, please… Fuck my ass harder…” He moved faster, whining high in his throat. It shifted to a shout when his cock began to spurt, shooting ropes of come over Yoongi’s hands and belly. He stroked himself, still riding Yoongi’s cock as he milked the last come from himself. He shuddered and giggled, moving the camera behind him as he pulled off Yoongi. He held his ass open, feeling the cool air tickle him far more intimately than it should.

“Look at that gape,” he mumbled. “Too bad it’s not dripping with your come.” He pulled the camera back as he crawled out of the coffin.

“I think I’m gonna leave you like this… Covered in my come, boxers down… Just so you wake up and know what I did to you.” 

He walked back over to the bed in the corner. “Now, Yoongi… I’m gonna leave the lube right there.” He angled the camera to show himself setting it on the nightstand and picking up the sleeping pill. “And I’m gonna take my sleeping medicine.” He angled the camera back to his face to show him swallowing it. 

“Now I’m going to sleep just like this… No shorts… And I would love it, if you want to… To repay the favor and use my ass while I sleep.” He smirked. “I wonder… Is your come as cold your body was when you first come back? You should let me know… I wonder how that feels inside me…” He shook his head. “Sleep well… See you soon.” He ended the video and sent it to Yoongi, forcing himself to stay awake long enough to hear the buzz of Yoongi’s phone in his coffin. He let himself drift off to sleep, dreams full of sexy, arousing thoughts. 

Jimin’s ass was on fire. He moaned softly, opening his eyes blearily. The first thing he saw was the coffin. He turned his head, spotting the clock… Nearly seven hours since he’d gone to sleep. 

“Morning Sunshine,” Yoongi murmured. Jimin turned, spotting him at his desk. A cup of deep red liquid sat next to him as he worked on something. “How’s your ass?”

“Sore,” Jimin mumbled, reaching back. He was met with a gush of body temperature fluids, pouring from his gaped hole. He whined. “Fuck…” His cock throbbed against the mattress. “What did you do?”

“Me? I simply did as you asked in your video… Very sexy, by the way. Would you like to watch?”

Jimin rolled over, groaning weakly. His cock was hard despite the pain in his ass. It was perfect. “Show me,” he whispered.

Yoongi rose and grabbed his phone. He went over to the bed and sat on it with Jimin, passing him the device. 

Yoongi did far less teasing and talking in his video. He set up the phone at an angle on the nightstand, allowing it to capture most of Jimin’s sleeping body. Yoongi slicked his cock, looking into the camera as he sank into Jimin with a moan. He began to thrust into him quickly, holding Jimin’s ass open as he did. He maintained looking at the camera most of the time, his eyes the same black they were when he went to sleep.

As Jimin watched himself get used on the phone, Yoongi pulled him onto his lap. He’d withdrawn his cock, Jimin could feel. He hissed and whined softly when Yoongi dragged him over and slid back into his come lubed hole.

“It’s sore,” he whined.

“You can get off then, I don’t mind,” Yoongi said, letting his hips go. Jimin smirked. He shifted to get a better angle to watch the video and began to bounce lazily on Yoongi’s cock.

On the video, Yoongi had picked up speed, grunting as he fucked Jimin’s sleeping body. He tossed his head back, shouting and baring his teeth.

Jimin moaned, catching sight of Yoongi’s fangs. He touched his own neck, a little disappointed at the lack of bite marks. Yoongi on video shuddered, his hips going still. He leaned forward, kissing Jimin’s shoulder.

“There’s my first load, Jimin. It was as cold as ice… I’ve never felt your hole squeeze me so tight. Next time I’ll do it when you’re awake… I bet you’ll squeal so pretty when it fills you…” 

Jimin moaned, leaning back against Yoongi. “I wanna feel,” he confessed.

“I’ll make sure you’re awake next time,” Yoongi promised. “Wanna see the rest?”

Jimin nodded, riding Yoongi a little faster.

On video, Yoongi picked up the pace, fucking Jimin’s ass harder than before. He used him for nearly forty minutes, filling his hole three times. Finally, he sagged his shoulders, kissing over Jimin’s back. 

“You’re so fucking sloppy, baby,” he grumbled. He grabbed the phone and angled it down. Jimin’s ass was red, his hole swollen around Yoongi’s cock. He pulled out slowly and come bubbled out, obscene sounds filling the air. Yoongi chuckled. “I’ll leave you like this. When you wake up I’ll give you one more, if you want it.”

The video went black. Jimin leaned forward, his ass aching at the new angle. “I want it,” he whispered.

Yoongi shifted, pulling out only long enough to get onto his knees. He sank back into Jimin’s  already filled ass, and they both moaned at the sloppy noises. Jimin leaned up, wrapping his arms back around Yoongi.

“Bite me when you come,” he whispered.

“You sure?” Yoongi was fucking him hard, his cock twitching.

“Yes,” Jimin promised. He reached down, stroking his cock in time with Yoongi’s thrusts. 

Yoongi was huffing erratically, holding tight to his middle. His fangs grazed Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Are you mine?” Yoongi panted in his ear.

“Yes—“

“Give yourself to me.” Yoongi grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand off his cock. “All the way. Are you mine, Jimin?”

“Yes, yes!” Jimin moaned. 

“I’m yours as well, Park Jimin,” Yoongi whispered. He slammed his cock deep. It began to throb, spilling inside Jimin. At the same time, Jimin felt a sharp pain and then a pressure on his shoulder. Pure pleasure washed over him. His cock began to spurt ropes of come, jerking hard enough to make them land on the floor in front of him. He shouted Yoongi’s name, reaching back and holding his neck as Yoongi drank from him. 

The two collapsed on the bed as their orgasms faded. Yoongi kissed and licked at the wound on Jimin’s shoulder until the blood clotted, sliding his softening cock carefully from Jimin’s aching ass.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, nudging Jimin’s shoulder with his nose as they cuddled back to chest on the bed.

“I’m great,” Jimin whispered.

“No regrets? Still okay with it?”

“Fully… You?”

“It was so exciting,” Yoongi admitted. “When I woke and felt your come on me… And then saw you sleeping… And that video was stunning. You were so beautiful.”

Jimin smiled shyly. “We’ll have to go easy the next few nights… I’m really sore.”

“Of course. I’ll be gentle for a while, let you heal up.” Yoongi kissed over his shoulder. “Did the bite hurt?”

“No. It felt good… How often can you drink from me?”

“I’d prefer not to often. Living human blood, not bagged, it’s… Very rich and sweet, almost like candy. It can become addictive. I’m honored you let me, but I’ll save it as a treat for myself, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course.” Jimin turned as well as he could. His gaze searched Yoongi’s face, finally dropping down to his mouth, lips pink and cheeks mottled. “It was so interesting. Seeing you in your coffin.”

“I know it can be frightening.”

“No…” Jimin shook his head. “I think it sank in… That I was looking at someone who wasn’t alive. But knowing you’d be awake soon after, it was… This bizarre sort of… Taboo but sexy thing? I’m a freak, aren’t I?” Jimin’s shoulders sagged. 

“No more than I.” Yoongi nudged him again. “We can be freaks together.”

Jimin grinned. “Yoongi?” He said softly.

“Hm?”

“I feel gross.”

“Because of what we did?”

“No, silly.” Jimin laughed. “Because your come is gluing my ass and legs together. I need a shower.”

Yoongi laughed brightly, nodding. “Agreed. Let’s get one... It’s almost dinner, you’re probably starved.”

“You aren’t,” Jimin teased, rising slowly. “No, but I could eat. I’ll take you out after the shower.”

They walked together to the bathroom. “How does eating human food work with being a vampire?”

“Same as it works being alive,” Yoongi said, turning on the water. “It’s just empty calories for me – Which is why I never eat much.”

“There’s so much I feel like I have to learn about what you are… How life is for you.” Jimin crossed his arms as he waited for the water to warm. Yoongi straightened up and wrapped his arms around him. Now that Jimin was aware, he could feel that Yoongi was a few degrees cooler, his skin just a bit paler than human. 

“You can ask anything you need. We have time, and I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

“Yoongi…” Jimin leaned against him, hugging him tightly. He could hear Yoongi’s heart, glugging along at a lethargic pace. He smiled softly. “Can I confess something to you?”

“Hm?” Yoongi asked, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” Jimin whispered. 

Yoongi went still, his heart skipping a little faster. “Jimin… Say that again,” he said.

“I… I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips curve up into a smile against his shoulder. “In nearly sixty years of existence… I have never heard more beautiful words,” Yoongi admitted. “I love you too, Jimin… I feel like I’ll love you forever.”

Jimin pulled back, meeting Yoongi’s gaze. His eyes were back to their normal soft brown. He smiled. “Coming from someone who is immortal… That’s the most beautiful thing I could hear.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin deeply. He pulled him close, and Jimin melted into the touch. Yoongi may have cold skin, may drink blood and die once a week – but Jimin had never felt safer or warmer than he did at that very moment in Yoongi’s arms. 

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[sketching-shark]

Crave

Preternaturals were infamous the world over for the horrors that they visited on humankind, but it was, Alexis thought morosely, unfair that far less was even mentioned on the injustices they would inflict upon each other. If there was, perhaps she would have been able to avoid her current predicament of being trapped in a cage barely the size of a small doghouse--far too small for her to transformer into her human body without risk of serious injury--and even now be relaxing in the comfort before the storm that was even in this horrible place rapidly on its way. While it had taken her a little while after the fear and confusion of kidnapping to learn it was the Corpus--the most influential and feared group of preternatural kidnappers, body snatchers, and organ harvesters on this side of the world--she knew exactly why they had spent so much effort on trapping her alive. She was a fox spirit nearing her 200th year of life, which meant her second tail, something she had been looking forward to for decades now, would soon form. If she had her freedom, it would be something to prepare for carefully and to experience either in the privacy of a den or in company of trusted friends. But in this warehouse, in this cramped cage, surrounded by the smell of blood and shit and assaulted by the agonized cries of her fellow captives as they were rendered apart piece by piece for the pleasure of their predators, she could barely think of anything less welcome. Growing a second tail and its attendant spine required an enormous amount of magical energy and material fuel. She could count on the Corpus to provide her with neither. She buried her currently fox face in her paws, and could not help the whimper of fear that escaped her lips. Her second tail was coming with nothing to stop it, and if she did not get out soon they would let it eat her body before they “harvested” both tails for their troubles.

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Fox spirits such as herself were infamous for their trickery, but Alexis knew that it was more due to dumb persistence and luck that she had made it out of the Corpus’s “harvesting” department at all. Well, that and the fact that a fox can squeeze through a four-inch hole should it need to. She had escaped, and run, and run, and run until her lungs felt like they would burst. And so here she was now but a few strokes of the clock to 3:00 AM at a nearly empty train station, hiding in the shadows and hoping against hope that someone, anyone, would pass by and provide her with the nourishment she needed.

Someone up there must have been looking out for the little foxes, for no sooner had she completed the thought when a lone human ran onto the the train station and gave a short scream of frustration at seeing it so abandoned and with the trains so unmoving. Her new acquaintance It was a mortal somewhat past his prime of life, thin with a thick shock of white and grey hair, carrying a bulging duffel bag, smelling strongly of fear, and giving away all those little hints she had come to recognize as indicating he was not only in a great hurry but already fearful of a pursuit. While some other prey more familiar to this game might use the awareness their were being hunted more efficiently, however, it was obvious from a single sniff that this potential morsel was as naïve as a newborn fawn when it came to making himself inconspicuous to any hunter. As it was, his terror would likely make him but easier to spook, to manipulate, to ground. He was, in short, perfect for her needs. Target selected, it was not so much instinct but rather muscle memory of other hunts with other tender morsels that Alexis started to shift to in her quest for fresh meat. Alexis was bitterly amused to discover that she didn’t have to change her pattern up too much when applying one set of her pursuit techniques to a human. 

Make a noise, to make them start. 

Weave between shadows to remain unseen.

Keep your eyes on them, to let them feel they are being watched. 

Keep the sounds coming from key positions. Watch as the prey becomes more frantic, starts following the path you want them to take. 

Pull back here. It will go to their head. 

One final low growl, and there they go, scurrying down an alley that you, but not they, knows ends with a dead end. 

It was an effort to ignore the grumbling of her stomach and the sense, as increasingly painful as she had heard of pregnancy, that her second spine and its attendant tail would soon start forming. But rushing could attract unwanted attention, and so she continued trotting after her prey at a more sedate pace. It wasn’t, after all, like the mortal had anywhere he could go.

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The mortal, when she arrived at the dead end, was frantically trying locked doors on the buildings on both sides, his breath coming out in ragged sobs. Alexis studied him for but a few seconds longer to get a better sense of his movements, his physique, where might be the best to strike. Satisfied with her inspection and sped on by the advancing urgency of her body’s upcoming change, she gave a low bark. 

The mortal whirled around, and even in the midst of his terror he appeared a little confused before he looked down. His frightened features morphed into a look of relief when he was greeted with the sight of not some slavering monster, but a fox, even one that was a little on the smaller side, with black fur. He didn’t even seem to recognize her as such--perhaps the darkness was making his already bespectacled eyes even more fallible--and he crouched down, whistling softly as one would to a dog.

“Hello there. Are you a stray, or did some careless owner lose...”

His voice petered out to a newly frightened stutter as Alexis shifted her form, her body becoming much larger and more anthropoid even while she kept her sharp claws out. They stared at each other for but a few seconds, her with a hunter’s professional to mask her sorrow at this necessity, him in absolute, terrified shock. She spoke.

“Forgive me.”

And then, using the speed that only preternaturals could achieve, she leapt upon the mortal and tore out his throat.

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Just a scene from my au of @witchysolfan transformers au. She did mention beforehand that Stefan (Starscream) had tried really, really hard to escape Peter (Predaking) before resigning himself to having to rely on the dragon man for protection from other supernatural creatures, and that got me wondering what sort of trouble he got into before such a resignation, such as, say, learning in a very physical way what it means to be regarded as a great source of meat by other creatures...

#transformers au #witchysolfan

[reyesstrand]

overall thoughts on 2x01:

- so fucking in love with the dynamics we’re already seeing. tim and nancy being more in with the 126? tommy/charles/grace/judd? the 126 in general being buddies out of work and hanging out with carlos?

- grace and carlos being the first shown? we LOVE to see it

- i thought it was a pretty decent explanation for michelle’s absence, and i adored that whole scene of them reminiscing on 2013 akdnsks

- i would lay down my life for tommy vega and her family

- gay thoughts over marjan once doing roller derby. actually it’s more like no thoughts head empty

- happy judd!! loyal friend judd! judd and grace!!

- just...it already feels more focused on the family element of the team, if that makes sense? and i love it

- i actually like gwyn a lot but would love to see more of the strand family as a whole (like i loved that scene of them all finding out owen’s in remission) or even just gwyn and tk scenes. i need that relationship.

- “if you get yourself shot again, you’re never making it out of the doghouse” akdnsksns king.

- the whole scene with the 126 taking down the cross-bow assailant? iconic 10/10

- tk seems....so much happier? lighter, almost? and i adore it nobody touch him

- the cut tarlos stuff....i swear if this becomes a recurring thing i’ll have some Words but i’m trying (trying being the key word here) to be cautiously optimistic that they bit off more they could chew with so many storylines in one episode (that being said, those kisses would’ve added what, like, 5 seconds of screentime? so i don’t get it) but then again, we did get a whole lot of stuff thrown at us and it looks like it’s spanning over the next few episodes. that being said—if they cut any of that, there’s no excuse, and fox is doing exactly what they did with s1

- i feel like the promo actually is promising? there’s so much going on but i’m looking forward to how this season plays out, though i’m unfortunately more nervous than i was before.

- overall: really loved the episode save for those cut scenes. and if they find a way to somehow remedy that (which i don’t think there is a way, but not cutting anything else they use for promotion is a start) i think it could be a really fun season

#911ls #911 lone star #tarlos #lone star spoilers

[rakimaiirisa]

has Vilkas/Arisa ever done something that put them in the proverbial doghouse with Arisa/Vilkas? if so what was it and how did they eventually reconcile? Or does this kind of thing happen often? (also now I am stuck with the image of a literal dog house for the circle where bad apples get put in for time out and it is hilarious)

Yes.

Arisa in her quest to become stronger, particularly in destruction magic , often takes risks with her life. During a attempt to mix and bind fire and lightening magic into the magical core of herself, she lost control and the magic ravaged her body, leaving her near death. Had Vilkas not been home, she would've died but he managed to keep her alive with a healing potions long enough to use her fox charm to teleport them to Whiterun. Arisa was unconscious for almost 2 months after that, with Danica having to use her most powerful healing spells constantly to prevent her from scarring.

Once she regained consciousness and giving her a few weeks to recover, he attempted to talk to her which ended in an argument. Trying to tell her that magic isnt a game and it cant be trusted made her beyond angry. In a rage, She lost control and shouted, sending him flying into wall. She was horrified and ran to cure him, ignoring his protests to leave him be. Once cured, she tried to apologize but he angrily told her to leave, that he didnt want her around him. Before she did, she told him that magic was a part of her, as much as a limb was. Even more so with her being the dragonborn. If he could not accept her for what she is, then it's best that they not be together. She left before he could speak then, mounting Stepper and urging the horse to run the fastest it could.

I like to think that Vilkas had to really ask himself could he get over his distrust of magic. He had a valid reason, as him and Farkas were rescued from necromancers when they were children. And in weeks of moping and feeling lost , he realized he could because he couldnt bear to lose her. In the end , after months of searching, he finds her on Solshiem, and reconciles with her after having an honest discussion with her over everything that happened and on each other. I wouldve loved to have written this in a more story wise way but I just cant atm. It wouldve been way too long and my mind is tired.

Thank you for the ask❤

#j wish i could expand more on it #😔 #the story is there but my mind is struggling