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lavishedinjimin · 3 years

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Hi! For kinky hours can I request a wolf hybrid Namjoon and bunny hybrid OC?

I love this prompt!! I purposefully made Namjoon "shapeshift into a wolf" while still being a hybrid, so he's also technically also a werewolf in this one? Either way, this was incredibly fun to write omg

warning: all characters are intended to be 18+. I do not write, and I never intend to write underaged OCs

Wandering through the forest with your herd, you hate how your ears pick up even the smallest bit of sound. The grown-ups would always tell you that they're a blessing, enabling you to hear any possible danger that's coming in your way, but you don't want to use it.

You were a dependent little thing, playful and oftentimes mischievous. You follow your family with a huff and a puff as you journey to find a new home.

But you were still young, still naive and the world can easily distract you — just like this pretty yellow butterfly that crash-landed right onto your nose.

You sneeze as the little insect tickled your nostrils. Following the butterfly in a new direction, you take interest in it as if it wants to show you something.

"Hey!" you meekly call out to the butterfly, your feet struggling as you make your way through many huge logs and branches, "Where are you taking me? I h-have to get back to my family!"

The butterfly takes you to a river until it flies up and up into the air, leaving you there to stand alone. You call out for it, reaching your hand up, but it was no use.

Looking around your surroundings, you feel a tight sensation in your chest as you attempt to figure out how to get out of the area. You were completely lost, all alone, and worried that someone, something might get you.

You sniffle, fighting back the tears as your ears droop down. "Stupid butterfly..."

You carefully walk along the riverbank, your soft footsteps being the only sound aside from the leaves in the trees whooshing as the wind brushes past them.

It dawned upon you that you were in serious trouble.

Suddenly, to your left, you heard a branch split. The sound frightens you and you hastily try to find what made that noise. With your curious nature coming to play, you step closer to the bushes, your nostrils flaring as you use your sense of smell to your advantage.

"Hello?" you shout, "Is anyone here? Come out! I need help!"

A swift force abruptly knocks your body over, making you yelp, until you realize that it was a much bigger animal, five times bigger than you. Your body rolls along the grass with the animal's four legs wrapped around you. You release a shriek when you realize that it was a wolf. It was panting, salivating, and clearly hungry.

Wolves eat bunnies.

"No! Let me go!" you attempt to pry him away, using your feet but he was stronger than you. "Please! Let me go! I n-need to get back to my family!"

The wolf's eyes glow red and it growls paramountly, the rough and rugged sound resonating throughout the woods. This automatically switches on the tears to fall.

You sniffle and cry in absolute fear, but the wolf has you trapped.

"Don't kill me, please," you cover your face in your arms, "I'm sorry!"

You waited and waited for something to happen, for things to escalate, but there was only silence after that.

You carefully remove your arms, peeking to see what happened to the wolf. Then, it suddenly transformed into a hybrid, half-animal, and half-human, just like you. You thought that it was just a regular real wolf!

He kneels between your hips as if straddling your thighs. Your eyes scan his buff, muscular body, his furry tail swaying behind him and his acute gray ears were pointed up in the air. He stares at you with wide eyes.

"I-I..." he speaks, his voice thick and monotone, "I'm sorry, bunny. I couldn't control myself."

"Please don't do anything to me," you whimper when the hybrid leans closer to you, bringing his lips to your neck, "please... I w-want to go back."

Namjoon ignores your protests and cries and allows his tongue to lick a big, aggressive stripe along your neck. "Oohhh," you shiver, your eyes widening, "what are you doing?"

You've never felt this feeling before as something inside you feels fuzzy. Namjoon uses his strength to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. He creates a deep, growling noise while he firmly grinds his hips into yours.

"Hey — mmmh — what's going on with you?!" your eyes roll back to your head when he suddenly wraps a hand around your throat.

His eyes turn red again.

"You smell and taste so fucking good, little bunny. I d-don't think I can stop..." Namjoon shows you his canines as his animalistic side overpowers him, "such an innocent little bunny wandering alone in the forest, I couldn't help but follow your cute ass."

"A-Aaah," your body shivers when he cups his hand against your heat, his fingers teasing you as they stroke up and down.

"Aw, bunny," Namjoon coos, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"What?" you sniffle, nose red from crying, "Fuck? What's that?"

Namjoon's dick instantly grows rock-hard from the soft, subdued tone of your voice. He comes closer until his nose touches yours, "It means, bunny," Namjoon growls to tease you, smirking as he watches your body tremble in fear, "It means that I want to put my cock inside you, bury it so deep inside your cute and tight cunt, until I coat you with my seed."

Namjoon immediately encloses your body with his own strength when he feels you squirming, a cry falling off your lips. "No one can save you now, bunny. You and I, we're all alone in this river. You scream, I cover your mouth. You try to run, well—" he chuckles, "I'm a hundred times faster than you. You bite me, I bite you back."

Your eyes were big as you stare into him, breathing heavily. His words somehow made you feel as though you're falling into a deep headspace, your mind fogging up.

"There's no need to escape, bunny. I know you want this, I can fucking smell how aroused you are. That pussy's leaking for me."

He checks to see if he was correct, "See?" he brings his hand back up to reveal his sticker, wet fingers, "see what I do to you? You won't admit it, but I know that you're loving this as much as I do, bunny."

Without a warning, Namjoon flips you over so that your stomach lays on the ground. Namjoon rips all your clothing, making you shiver as the cold wind touches your skin. Namjoon waits no time to push his throbbing dick inside you, your ass and bushy tail in full display for him.

You wince from how big and thick he was, his cock stretching your walls apart like no one has done before. Your hands dig into the soil, eyes closing shut as a tear falls down to your cheeks. "Awwh, t-that feels..." you moan, "feels so—aaahhh!"

Namjoon spanks your ass then digs his claws into your plump cheeks as he thrusts the rest of his cock deep inside of you. He fucks you so roughly that with each pound, your smaller build was jolting back and forth. You couldn't keep up with his pace, feeling lightheaded already.

"Ohh, that's it," he snarls, "take that big dick inside that cunt. Your moans are so fucking delicious. You make me fucking mad," Namjoon's forehead and neck accumulate a layer of sweat as he uses your body for his pleasure. "Do you like this, huh? Does your sweet, little bunny pussy likes the feeling of being fucked for the first time?"

"Yessss, o-ohhh, it feels good," you pant, "t-thank you."

Namjoon feels himself getting cocky, "Told you so. I'm not gonna let you go, I hope you know that. You're gonna be my little fuck bunny forever."

#namjoon smut #bts kinky hours open #bts wolf au #dom namjoon #rm smut

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zach-the-fox · 5 years

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Tribal Furs Episode 3: Sympathy

Zach lifts his head as his eyes flutter open. “Ugh… my head…” He regains feeling in his body, but he cannot move. “What the?!” Zach looks in his surroundings and learns he has his arms tied behind their back while it’s against the stone walls of the room. Amina and Emmy start to come to, experiencing the same as the orange fox had.

“What happened?” asks Emmy. “Where are we?”

“This isn’t good,” Amina says. “Those canines must’ve snagged us while we were all “loopy” under Loopy Lilac.” Her ears twitch, hearing voices mutter outside the wooden door. Zach asks what’s going on. “Sh, quiet…” The door opens and three canines enter the hut: Sally, Cole, and Niji. The rottweiler stands in center, over-looking the prisoners, as the two spear-armed wolves stand beside her.

“Well, look whose finally awake,” says Niji. “Was not easy to bring you three all the way here. You should’ve been dead in back in the jungle.”

“Niji, please,” orders Sally before turning to the tied-up three. “You three thought you could ambush us, huh? We’re too smart for you, though.”

“We had no intent to ambush you,” Zach tells her. “We were just having cocoanapples until you came along.”

“Okay… Then, I suppose attacking us was an accident, eh?”

“Listen,” Amina adds. “We were only defending ourselves. What would you guys have done if you were in our position? Of course, we hid and fought…”

“You may be right,” utters Niji. “But that doesn’t excuse you for attacking our tribe and stealing from us!”

“My friend and I were not part of those attacks,” she claims. “I am against the fox chief in his beliefs.”

“Right…” Sally crosses her arms. “And we’re supposed to believe that?”

“Just because they are foxes, doesn’t mean they were involved in the attacks on your village,” Emmy counters. “I know Zach hasn’t, because he would never harm innocents. Besides, he and I were at the river fork when that happened!”

“Why are you defending these foxes?” Cole asks. “I thought the Fox Faction and Warthog Warriors were rivals.”

“Perhaps she is playing spy with them,” Niji guesses. “Allied with the foxes to scout on us!” The blue wolf drops his spear, grabs the warthog, and leans in close to her, pressing his nose against hers with slanted eyebrows and gritted teeth for an aggressive look. “What do you know? Talk!”

“Niji,” Sally begins. “Let me handle this.”

“I want answers, now!” Niji continues yelling. “Talk or else I will gut you!” He holds a metal blade by the warthog’s neck. The cold steel is pressed against her skin, causing an increase in breath and heartrate. “Speak now!”

“Don’t hurt her!” Zach shouts. “Just leave her alone!”

Niji turns to the orange fox. “Oh, defending this warthog, huh?” Making a fist with his paw, he jabs it forward and punches Zach in the gut, causing him to cough and grunt. “Why is she with you?!”

“Niji, relax!” Cole tells him. “Don’t let your anger get out of control!” Niji doesn’t listen; he takes Zach and holds him against the ground. The tip of his blade touches the fox’s neck.

“Stop it!” Amina commands. “Don’t!”

“Niji!” Sally places her paws on the wolf’s arms. “Please!”

Zach rolls his eyes to where the wolf’s face is, unable to move his neck and frozen with fear. “Seriously, please stop,” he asks calmly. “Emmy has nothing to do with the tribe. She’s just with us… She’s my friend…”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m not lying to you… I’m being honest… I don’t do everything my tribe does… I’m different…” Sally and Cole beg Niji to cease. With enough convincing, the blue wolf pulls away from Zach, allowing the fox some breathing room and taking his word for granite.

Sally keeps her arms on him. “Go outside, Niji… Take a walk…” Without further words, the rainbow wolf does as he’s ordered. He leaves the hut through the wooden door.

“Cole, go with him. Just make sure he’s okay.”

“What about you?” Cole asks. “Are you going to be fine watching the prisoners, Sally?”

“I can handle it. I’m a strong woman.” Cole walks out and closes the door, leaving the rottweiler to guard over the three friends.

“What are they going to do with us?” Emmy whispers to the foxes.

“I don’t know,” Amina answers. “But, I don’t really want to find out…”

“So, this is it, huh?” Zach questions. “In the Canine Clan’s village as prisoners… and no one knows we’re here…”

“Don’t worry,” Amina whispers. “We’ll figure out a way out…”

Zach tilts his head. “I’m sorry…” The girls shift to him. “I didn’t mean for us to get into this mess… If only I wasn’t such a flawed fox… We would’ve escaped… I just slow everyone down…”

Amina drags herself closer to him. “It isn’t your fault, Zach. Just because you’re different, doesn’t mean it’s all your fault.”

“Yeah,” adds Emmy, moving to him as well. “Even if you’re flawed, you’re still perfect inside your heart. You protected us back in the jungle with your shooting skills. You’re a good friend.” She smiles at him. Zach looks at her for a bit before his facial expressions reflect hers.

“Um, I’m sorry to interrupt you two,” Amina butts in. They face her. “But, I’d actually like to know how you two met. We’re going to be here for a while, so is it okay if I know your story?”

Emmy turns back to Zach. “Should we?”

Zach nods. “Yeah.” They both look Amina in the eyes, and tell her the story of how they came together.

***

Deep in the dense jungle lies a mountain peak stretching up to the sky, surrounding a volcano dormant for nearly a century. On the side of the mountain, the village of the Warthog Warriors can be seen nestled on the cliffside but far from the edge like a toy on a shelf. The villagers’ homes are drilled into the mountain like little mines. Warthogs wander all over the place, following cobblestone roads that wind around the homes.

One warthog leaves the settlement for the tall trees of the jungle. Her purple tribal paint, bra top, and loincloth become bright as the sun’s rays hit her while on her beige skin. “Why does he not understand me?” She asks herself. “I do everything I can to keep the tribe in shape, and what does he do? Tells me I’m nothing more than useless! I can’t stand him…” She wanders further into the jungle through the trees, ranting on about her life in the village. “Oh Mom, why did you marry him…? He’s nothing more than a monster than a father… I wish that-” Pain surges from her leg and up her spine after a loud gasp. She looks down and sees her leg clamped in a wooden spike trap. “Oh no…” The warthog grabs her legs and pulls, hoping to pull it out quickly. “Come on! Give me my leg!” Ruffling in the bushes causes her to fall silent and look around. “Hello?! W-who’s there?!” The bushes in front of her shake and tremble before a figure pops out. It reveals itself to be a fox with blue tribal paint and loincloth. He stares at the warthog as he eases close. “No! No! Stay away!” The warthog struggles to pull her leg out fast. The spikes drag against her skin, opening cuts that ooze of blood. “Come on!” Panic dons her face as she continues to pull; her eyes opened wide enough to fit cocoanapples. Pain surges from her leg, slowing her progress. The fox stops about three feet from her, yet she continues in her attempt break free.

“Stop,” says the fox in a low, calming voice. The warthog freezes, still keeping a face of fear. Her heartrate and breathing begin their slow decline. “You’re making it worse… Let me help you…” The fox steps closer, leaning toward the trap. He puts his paws inside and forces the ends of the trap open, scraping the inside of his paws in the process. The warthog stumbles onto her knees, still trying to regain calmness. The orange fox puts his arms around her and lifts the wounded girl up. The warthog remains still in his hold, her body still trembling from previously. The fox takes her into a cave where he sets her down. “Wait here.” He leaves for a brief moment, returning not more than a minute later with big leaves in his bloody paws. The boy then kneels by the warthog’s foot and proceeds to squeeze white fluid onto the wounds. The warthog clenches her hooves and shuts her eyes tightly as the pain burns her leg. The fox then wraps the cuts with the remaining leaves, covering her limb. He sits in front of her. “Is that better?”

The warthog stares into the fox’s eyes. She’s unsure of what to say initially. “Y-yes… Thanks, I guess… Why are you helping me? Aren’t you enemies with our clan?”

“My mother always said that politeness is the key to friendship and trust,” he tells her. “I have nothing against you or your people…”

“You don’t?” The fox shakes his head. “Well, listen. I appreciate you treating my injuries and caring for me…”

“I learned how to treat wounds on my own,” he says. “I’m always out in the jungle and sometimes, like you, I stumble into the wooden spike traps made for enemies. Just be careful when you go out and walk. They are everywhere. My advice is to stay in the trees.”

“You are very kind… You are not like all the other foxes of the Fox Faction.”

“No… I am different… and everyone in my village tends to think that way about me… They think I will just ruin everything…”

The warthog moves closer to him. “I understand how you feel… My father is not my true father… He married my mother when I was younger… He belittles me every time I fail… I cannot stand him… He thinks I will never succeed. Many agree with his word because he is the new chief…”

“You have troubles with your father?” The warthog nods. “That’s something we have in common; my father, who is the chief of my tribe, always screams and shouts at me… He says I can never do anything right, no matter what I do… His anger and prejudice have influenced the opinion of the village on me… I don’t have any friends… It’s why I wander the jungle… I do so to get away from it all… Tell me, is that why you were out in the jungle for the same reason? To get away from your father?”

“Yes,” she says. “I know it can be hard sometimes with him, but I just feel I need to get away from him… I share your pain, young fox… And the way I think of it, it draws us closer together…”

“Who are you, sweet warthog?”

“I am Emmy,” the warthog answers. “Emmy the Warthog. What is your name?”

“Zach,” the fox tells her. “Zach the Fox. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He manages a smile.

Emmy looks down at the fox’s paws. “Your paws are still bleeding from the trap… Do you have spare leaves?” Zach picks the leaves by his feet and hands them to her. “Hold out your paws… Let me treat them.” She wraps the green leaves around the fox’s paws, patching up his injuries as he had done with her. “There… Feel better?”

“I do.” Zach continues to smile. “Emmy, you are a nice girl. I don’t understand why your father would belittle you.”

“I don’t understand why your father and other foxes would belittle you, either. Do you think it is better that we form a bond?”

“Who would know? Nobody needs to. We don’t need them. We have each other. Emmy, I swear to the Gods I shall be there by your side if trouble arises.”

“As will I,” she responds. The two lock their paws together in front of each other, staring into their eyes and smiling.

***

“That is how our friendship came to be,” Emmy finishes. “After that day, we would always meet in the jungle and hangout. It would mostly be talk, but we’ve gone out and done things together, like exploring. Our fathers would always be most of the reason for meeting secretly.”

Amina faces Zach. “That was really sweet of you to help her. Most foxes would’ve struck their trapped victims.” She looks to Emmy. “I want you to know I feel sorry for what you have to go through because of your father. I feel sorry for Zach as well, after witnessing his father constantly belittle him. And they are the chiefs? You two deserve better.”

“Just don’t say a word to anyone else, please,” begs Zach. “My father would disown me… ban me from the village, even… You know how hard he is, Amina…”

“As with mine,” adds Emmy. “He would send me out into the jungle and order me never to come back home…”

“You two have nothing to worry,” Amina claims. “Your secret is secured with me.” She looks back to Zach. “And you need not to fret. If anything bad were to happen to you, I will be by your side. You have my trust and guidance.”

“Thank you,” Zach replies. “Right now, it is not the main worry. We must focus on the problem of getting out… The question is how…”

“I am thinking,” the red fox tells him. “Give me time.” They’re interrupted when the rottweiler stands as the two wolves enter. The dog huddles around the two wolves and speaks softly, quietly.

“What is happening?” asks Emmy. “Can you make out any word?”

“I hear nothing,” Amina responds. “It is too quiet.”

“What will they do with us?” Zach utters. “I hope they don’t decide to kill us…” The canines breakup and motion toward the three tied friends. They order them to get up and force them to stand before exiting out the door.

***

Walking single-file, the two foxes and warthog follow Sally down the dusty path through the jungle as the two wolves stand between them with spears in paws.

“I don’t like this,” Emmy comments. “I’m scared…”

“I am, too,” Zach adds. “I have no idea what they’re going to do to us…”

“Stay calm,” Amina tells them. “Just don’t do anything stupid.” The three are ordered to stop and line up. They do as they’re ordered.

“All right,” Sally begins. “Do it!” The wolves stand behind the foxes and warthog. Expecting the worst, Emmy shuts her eyes as well as Zach, who tilts his head down to the ground. Amina clenches her paws, ready to accept her fate. After ten seconds pass, the wolves move to Sally’s side. Zach and Emmy open their eyes, unsure why they are nothing has happened. Feeling the tight restrictions of their wrists are loose, the three move them in front, seeing their bounds have been cut. “You are free,” Sally tells them. “Do not bother thanking us. Just go and don’t ever come around here to cause trouble.” Zach remains still as a statue until Amina grabs him by the paw and drags him away. Emmy follows along with them. However, Zach pulls away his arm and turns back to the dog and wolves. “Well? Go. Don’t make me regret sparing you.” Zach motions closer to her with ease. “I said get out of here!” The red fox grabs Zach again and forces him to leave. Zach hesitates for a few seconds before going with his friends.

When they are across the river, the friends stop to rest. Zach turns to look back at the stone huts in the distance as the water rushes between it and his friends.

“I don’t believe it,” Emmy starts. “They didn’t kill us… Why?”

“I’m not sure,” Amina says. “And I really don’t want to stick around for that. We should go back home.” She places her paw on Zach’s shoulder. “Zach, come. We should go.”

Zach faces her. “Huh? Oh, right!” He looks to Emmy. “Should we meet by the river tomorrow?”

Emmy nods. “Indeed, we shall.”

“I’m joining, too,” Amina implies. “I’d like to get to know you more, Emmy.”

“It is fine,” the warthog responds. “Just make sure you and Zach are not followed. It’s risky to gain more attention.”

“We’ll ensure of that. Let’s get out of here before those canines change their minds and chase us.” She leads Zach and Emmy away from the area and into the dense trees.

@emmy-the-absolute-goof @sally-the-pack-leader @rainbow-strike

#tribal furs #tribal #story series

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it-has-the-gay-fanfiction · 6 years

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Sharper Than Your Black Fingernails

Vamp au based off Casey's drawing of Keith turning Lance into a vampire

{I had a very strong need after I saw the fanart that @caseydambro drew. I love her art so much, it’s absolutely gorgeous, you should go check her stuff out! Depending on what kind of response I get with this, I may make it into a series. So please comment, send me an ask, or add in the tags if you want me to continue this! I hope you all enjoy!}

[WARNING: Blood mention!]

It was not supposed to happen like this. Lance was supposed to enjoy dinner with his boyfriend and they were supposed to go home and cuddle like they always did after their dates. Lance wasn’t supposed to end up being dinner!

It started off as a normal date night. Lance had stolen one of Keith’s black shirts to wear to dinner because they weren’t going anywhere fancy anyway, plus he knew that Keith really liked when Lance wore his clothes. Lance also really enjoyed the look on Keith’s face when he walked out of their shared walk-in closet in one of Keith’s favorite shirts. “Like what you see?” He asked already knowing the answer, head tipped to the side exposing the long column of his neck to Keith’s hungry gaze.

“You know I do.” Keith replied lowly, making a point to look Lance over slowly. Lance blushed and gave Keith a small smirk. “Maybe we should just stay here so I can keep you all to myself.”

Lance laughed and shook his head, “No way, babe. It’s date night and it’s your turn to pay for dinner. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to get out of paying!”

Keith grumbled and walked over to Lance, grabbing him by the hips to pull him roughly into Keith’s chest. “I’m just saying… you look too…”, Keith paused looking over Lance’s face and down to his neck, “delicious to let out of the house.” He finished, his voice was low and Lance could feel Keith’s soft breathing fan over his face.

Lance blinked and gave Keith a look, “That’s the word you use to describe how I look? Saying I look hot would have been enough, babe.”

Keith dug his fingers into Lance’s hips causing Lance’s breath to hitch and his heart rate to speed up. “You just smell so good… look so good in my clothes.” Keith pressed his nose into Lance’s neck.

“K-Keith…” Lance shivered, “as much as I like what you’re doing… we’ve got a dinner date, remember?” He pushed on Keith’s chest lightly. “Seriously babe, we can do this after dinner. I’m starving and you promised you would take me to that new Indian place down the road.” Keith kept his tight grip on Lance’s hips and pressed his nose into Lance’s neck.

“I’m starving too,” Keith said, his lips brushing against Lance’s neck with every word, almost sounding like he was in a trance. Lance finally managed to pull away from Keith’s grip.

“Then we should go get food.” Lance sounded a little breathy as he tried to compose himself. “We can finish whatever… this was when we get home, okay?” Keith blinked a few times and shook his head.

“Yeah… sorry, love, I don’t know what got into me. Let’s get going so we can get some food in you.” Keith rubbed his temples for a moment before grabbing his keys. “I’ll drive.”

“Alright, but you owe me garlic knots on the way home.” Lance laughed as they left their apartment.

“We’ll see.” Keith rolled his eyes and locked the door.

Keith was struggling to unlock the door, his hands were shaking too bad to get the key in. Lance gently took the keys from Keith’s hand and unlocked the door for him, giving his boyfriend a concerned look. “You okay, Keith? You’ve been off all night and then you didn’t eat much at dinner even though you said you were starving.” Lance walked into the apartment and set the keys down in the bowl by the door. Lance heard the door close behind him, but Keith hadn’t responded. “Keith?” Lance started to turn when he felt Keith press up against his back.

“I am starving, Lance… I’ve been starving for a long time.” Keith rasped lowly into Lance’s ear before skimming his lips down the side of Lance’s neck to the junction of his shoulder.

“W-what do you mean?” Lance shivered and tipped his head slightly to the side for Keith. He wasn’t really sure what was happening, but he trusted Keith. He felt Keith press his mouth a little harder against the junction of his shoulder and neck. Keith moved his lips up a little higher and paused when he felt Lance’s pulse running wildly underneath.

“I need… need…” Keith reached around and tugged down the collar of Lance’s shirt with a single finger.

“Keith,” Lance breathed out, his heart racing faster, “What are you doing? You-you’re acting strange.”

Keith’s breathing hitched and he let out a small whimper, “I’m so sorry.” He pressed a small kiss against Lance’s pulse and that was the only warning that Lance got before Keith bit down on his neck. Lance let out a strangled gasp and struggled for a moment before Keith grabbed his hip in an iron grip. Lance stared forward with unseeing eyes as he felt Keith’s sharp canines dig a little deeper in his neck. He could see their reflections in the mirror in the entryway. Keith’s eyes were bright red and hooded as he drained Lance of the very thing he needed to live. Lance could feel his knees going wobbly.

“K-keith. Stop… y-you’re… i-if you take any more… I th-think I might die.” Lance gasped out, already feeling like he couldn’t get enough air. His head was spinning and he felt himself get weaker and weaker in Keith’s grip. There was nothing Lance could do to get out of Keith’s hold or away from the fangs buried deep in his neck. He could feel some of his blood running down his neck and finally registered what he was hearing. That’s the sound of my boyfriend drinking the blood from my neck… Lance’s thoughts and vision were starting to go hazy. His head was pounding. “K-keith… ’m cold.” Lance shivered and his head rolled to the side. Keith pulled away with a gasp and Lance watched their reflection with darkening vision. Keith licked his lip ignoring the blood running down his chin. His eyes widened when he noticed the state that Lance was in.

“No… no no no. Oh baby, I’m so sorry!” Keith said frantically and held Lance tight against him. Lance blinked slowly and he could feel blood sliding down the side of his neck and pooling in the divet of his collarbone before it started to drip down further.

“It’s okay.” Lance replied slowly, “I should have noticed…” He struggled to get air into his failing lungs. “I-I… I’m tired.” His eyes closed on their own accord and he sagged more in Keith’s grip. He could barely feel Keith tense behind him.

“No, Lance! Don’t close your eyes! Just hang on.” Keith sobbed out, realizing what he had done. He brought his wrist up to his mouth and bit down hard so that blood welled up in the two puncture wounds. “Lance, baby, please… just drink this okay? You’ll feel better.” He held his bleeding wrist to Lance’s mouth. Lance made a soft noise of protest, but latched onto Keith’s wrist. “That’s it, love. Keep drinking.” Keith encouraged softly.

Lance swallowed and immediately his eyes shot open. He struggled against Keith, but his boyfriend held tight, forcing more of his blood down Lance’s throat. Lance had no choice but to keep drinking. After a minute more, Lance felt warmth bloom in his stomach and his vision went hazy again. Keith’s grip loosened slightly as he pulled his wrist away from Lance’s mouth. Lance whimpered and tried to catch Keith’s wrist in his mouth again. “No, Lance. Hold still.” Keith commanded as he nudged Lance’s head to the side again. Lance was pliant in Keith’s grip, he didn’t really feel all there. He felt Keith tug the collar of his shirt down again before Keith returned his mouth to the same spot from before. He carefully sank his fangs into the same spot and drank more of Lance’s blood. Lance gasped as he caught sight of them in the mirror when Keith pulled away from his neck. Keith met Lance’s eyes with a hooded gaze as he licked over his fangs, a satisfied smirk gracing his face. Lance’s breath stuttered as he caught sight of his own bright red eyes.

“K-Keith… I need… Please… what did you do to me?” Lance couldn’t move, he could barely speak, he needed Keith to explain, he...he needed something.

Keith pulled away and turned Lance around. “I’m sorry…” He whispered hoarsely, letting his bangs cover his eyes. “Go sit on the couch while I get something to clean you up with. I’ll explain everything, promise.” Lance opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again when he realized he had no idea what to say. He nodded his head instead and walked slowly over to the couch. He swayed a little on his feet, but managed to stay upright until he made it into the living room. He tripped over his feet and let out a small whine when he crashed to the floor. “Lance!” Keith ran in, wet cloth in his hands. “I’m sorry, I should have helped you.” He knelt beside Lance and helped him sit up.

“Just tell me what you did to me, Keith. Are you actually a…. A vampire?” Lance looked up at Keith with wide, glowing red eyes. Keith’s face softened and he gently ran the wet cloth over Lance’s skin, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah…” Keith paused and barely looked up to Lance, “I am.” He bit his lip and dropped his eyes again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lance caught Keith’s chin and tipped his head up to meet his eyes. “Do you not trust me?”

Keith’s eyes widened, “Of course I trust you, Lance! You’re one of the few people I trust… I just… I didn’t want you to look at me differently because of what I am. I love you so much, I didn’t… I don’t want to lose you.”

Lance's eyes softened and he softly rubbed his thumb along Keith’s jaw, “You’re not going to lose me. If I had to leave my normal life to spend eternity with someone, I’m glad that someone is you.” Keith let out a deep sigh of relief and melted into Lance’s hold.

“Thank you… I’m so relieved to hear you say that.” Keith looked up at Lance with tears brimming in his eyes.

“Of course, baby, I love you too.” Lance smiled before leaning back against the couch. “But you know I have questions…” He grimaced when his hearing spiked.

Keith nodded, “Of course. I’ll answer what I can, but not now.” He continued to gently wipe away the blood from Lance’s neck and collarbone, ignoring Lance’s noise of protest. “You need to rest, baby. You’re really weak right now and need to regain your strength. I need to go out and get some things for you as well, but I promise as soon as you have rested I will answer any question you have.”

Lance sighed, but he understood where Keith was coming from. He was exhausted and could already feel his eyes threatening to close again. “Alright… but after my nap, you’re telling me everything. No more secrets.” Keith smiled and gently helped Lance lay down fully on the couch.

“I promise. Now take your nap, I’ll be back soon.” Keith kissed Lance’s forehead softly before giving him a chaste kiss. Lance smiled and closed his eyes, already falling asleep. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Keith moving away from him and the sound of the door opening and closing.

If you want me to make this a series or if you want me to add a second part, let me know! Also if you want to help me out, buy me a coffee?

#ithasthegaywrites #vampire au #klance fanfic #klance fanfiction #keith kogane #lance mcclain #langst #klangst #lance whump

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saltynemo · 6 years

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Psycho

Inspired from Muse :))

First attempt at Blurryface smut, b e w a r e

Warnings: unintentional non consent in the beginning but consent after istg, rough and borderline evil im sorry, cursing and sexual content, biting,

Word Count: 2.3k (2,343 words)

“Honey, I’m home!” I shout from the door, kicking my vans off to the side. No answer from Tyler. He usually comes running for me from his room, greeting me with a kiss or a hug. I guess not tonight.

I make my way to the kitchen, looking forward to me and my boyfriends Friday night. I had a long day with Tyler’s sister, so cracking open a cold one with my boy was just what I needed. I open the fridge door and grab a BudLight from the little shelf. Suddenly, I heard something slam against a wall, followed by a shout. I drop the can from shock, my hair standing up straight on my arms.

“Get out of my head!” The voice yells again, another bang radiating through the house. I feel my heart skip when I notice who’s voice it is; Tyler’s. I pick up the can, calling out his name. Silence.

I run to our room, figuring that’s where the sound came from. I see him facing the wall, hands smoothly painted with black ripping a piece of wallpaper down. Shit, Blurry is back. Two days ago, Tyler instructed me what to do if he were to appear. Now I know why.

I slowly back away from the figure, not losing sight of it. I feel myself trip onto a rug, my breath hitching noticeably. Blurry’s head quickly darts toward me, eyes burning into my own. My adrenaline kicks in, my conciseness telling me to run.

I bolt towards our front door, rewinding what Tyler told me in my head. Abruptly, Blurry appears in front of me, almost like mist. I stop in my tracks, studying the demon, trying to figure out a weak point.

“Hello there.” He smiles wickedly, flashing purely white teeth. I gulp, positioning my arm into a throwing position. I grip the can tightly, questioning if I should throw it or not. “Now that's not very nice.” He says sarcastically. “Put the can down, dear. We both know what’s going to happen if you throw that.” I hesitate, slowly dropping my arm and the can. It rolls across the floor, under a couch.

“Please don't hurt me, or Tyler...” I beg, feeling myself begin to cry from fear. He grins, stepping closer to me.

“Why so fearful, my dear?” He asks, his hand snaking up my arm slowly. “I'm not complaining, however. It turns me on to see you scared.” He smirks, running his tongue across his teeth. He gently grips the base of my throat, my conciseness screaming at me to push him. “I have a feeling you like being scared. You have a kink for fear?”

“N-no.” I answer, my body shaking from the thought of him hurting me, or worse. He hums in delight, leaning his head down close to my ear. I feel his breath focus on my neck, sending chills down my spine.

“Don't worry, dear. By the end of tonight, you’ll be one kinky son of a bitch.” He chuckles, his hot breath directly in my ear. “I'm gonna make you a fucking psycho.”

My body involuntarily squirms at his words, causing his grip to tighten. His hand firmly squeezes my throat, my breath slightly constricted. “Come on, doll. Lets head to the bedroom.” He smirks, walking me by my neck back to the room. He throws me onto the bed roughly, watching me bounce on the mattress. I scramble up from my position immediately, heading for the door. Before I could even jump off the bed, the door slams shut quickly, the sound of it locking making me jump. He means real business.

“That wasn't very smart of you, Y/n. You know better than that.” He tisks, shaking his head. The sound of his demonic voice speaking my name made me gag internally, wishing for death rather than sex with this being. “Understand this, doll.” He begins, casually walking to the bed. “Your pleasure is only for me...” He wraps a tight grasp around my throat, pulling me up to his cheek. “...and I own you. You may be Tyler’s husband, but you’re my bitch.” He growls, placing a firm hand on my backside. “Your ass is mine.” He laughs to himself and squeezes my cheek harshly.

“Go to hell, Blurry” I spit, choking for breath. He nods, my words only adding gasoline to his fire. He chuckles, crashing his lips into mine. Even though they were Tyler’s lips, the kiss felt completely different. Tyler was soft and caring, Blurry was rough and cut to the chase.

I tried to pull away from Blurry, but he held onto my throat tighter, his hand on my throat completely closing down. I struggle to breathe, finding out I couldn't.

“I love it when you struggle; it gets me harder.” He growls in my ear, releasing his grip when he notices my eyes rolling back. I cough, rubbing the spot where he had his hand. He grabs me by my hair, pulling me back up to his chest. He pulls my head back, my neck exposed to him. He latches his teeth onto my neck, biting and sucking the spot. I feel his canine sinking into my skin, making me whine. He chuckles wickedly, removing his lips from my neck.

“What do we have here?” He smirks, running a hand up my stomach and to my chest. He rubs and caresses my clothed breasts, hoping to get a rise out of me. He smirks, gripping the material and tearing the V-shape neck down the center of my shirt.

“What the fuck!” I gasp, grabbing the hand that ripped my shirt. Suddenly, I feel him bring a hand across my cheek, the sting coursing through my face and down my jaw.

“You better watch your mouth little girl.” He scolds, completely ripping my shirt so my bra was exposed. “This wont be easy for you if you misbehave.” He grabs the front of my bra, ripping it from my chest, breaking the clips. Fuck, I really liked that bra. He licks his lips, kneading one breast while he firmly kept my head in place with the other.

He lets go of my hair, relief washing over me. He uses one hand for each tit, stroking and squeezing them. He latches his lips onto my right breast, sucking dark hickeys into the skin while he played with my nipple. I gasped, amazed at how skilled he was. He gently bit my nipple, making me whine.

He chuckles, removing his mouth from my tit. He uses both of his hands to grab the sides of my neck, bringing me in for a passionate kiss. I let go of my worries and enjoy it, feeling his thumbs caress my jaw line.

He pulls me away and throws me down on the bed, beginning to unbuckle his jeans. I watch in awe as he shoves down his pants along with his boxers. I’ve seen Tyler’s dick before, but no matter how much I see it, I’m always shocked at his size.

“Put that mouth to good use and blow me.” He barks, trailing his eyes down my figure. I nod, hesitantly crawling over to him. I begin to bring my hand up to stroke him, but he shoes it away. “You don't need your hands tonight, doll. I wanna fuck your pretty mouth.”

His words bring a chill down my spine as his hands carefully push hair out of my face. He gently grips the sides of my head teasing the tip of his cock on my lips. I look up to his dark eyes, studying how lustful he was. I open my mouth for him, his dick easing inside. He groans in satisfaction, tilting his head back.

He begins to ease it in further, closer and closer to the back of my throat. I open my mouth wider, breathing quickly through my nose. I feel him hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly.

“Aw, baby, is it too much for you?” He mocks, smiling wickedly. He stays still for a moment, studying my facial features and expression. He slowly rocks his hips back and forth, finding a rhythm.

I blink away tears, the feeling of them running down my cheek uneasing me. “Fuck that feels so good.” He moans lowly, picking up the pace. I hum around his cock, thinking he’ll give me Tyler back if I make him cum. “Oh, god yes.”

After a few moments of harsh thrusting into my mouth, he slows down to a standstill. I look up to him through water in my eyes. I could tell he was holding back by his tense muscles. “I would love to cum in your mouth, but I’d rather cum in something else.” He winks, pulling out of my mouth. I clear my throat and cough, my throat aching.

Blurry orders me to undress myself while he gets ready to “fuck the lights out of me”. I obey his command, slipping off my torn shirt onto the floor. I slip off my jeans along with my panties, watching him undress as well.

Almost like time travel, I see him on top of me, teasing my entrance with his tip. “I bet you’re tight for a little slut.” He smirks, trailing his tongue across his lips. I feel offended by his remark, but let the degradation sink into the moment. “Are you ready for me baby?” I nod, watching his cock sink into me. I gasp, his girth oddly feeling bigger than before. He bites his lip, wheels noticeably turning in his head. “My god you’re tight. No wonder Tyler married you.” He comments, beginning to thrust slowly.

My hips roll to his movements, aching to be fucked harder. I look up into his eyes, staring into the sexual haze of red. Now was the time I had to study his features. Black ink outlining a sharp jawline and highlighting his Adam’s Apple. His teeth give a more sharp appearance, making my own kink give into his feature.

I let out a moan, feeling his tip graze across my G-spot. “Is that a spot I should look into?” He questions, holding himself above me with his arms stretched out. He leans back and trails his hands down my figure, quickly gripping my hips. He takes note of my moan and begins to piston harder in and out of me. I moan his name in pure pleasure, his thrusts repeadiately hitting my G-spot.

“Fuck, I can tell your close, doll. I feel you clenching around me.” He groans, finding the determination to fuck me harder. He lifts one of my legs up to drill me in a different angle.

“Oh fuck yes, Blurry!” I moan, feeling my climax approach me quickly. I could tell by the strain in his arms that he was holding back; I wonder what he is holding back. “Let go.” I tell him. “Fuck me like the demonic beast that you are!”

“Oh you dirty girl. You dont know what you’re getting yourself into.” He chuckles, slowing his hips noticeably.

“Fuck my pussy, please!” I moan out, rolling my hips to try and give him that extra push. “Let go and fuck me how you want to.” The fire in his eyes ignite into a sexual bon pit. He quickly pulls out of me and flips me over. He grips my hips harshly and enters into me once more, the whole action causing me to shriek.

There’s a loud crack as Blurry slaps my ass hard. He thrusts into me with vigor and purpose, all while listening to my moans of pleasure. He wastes no time and gets down to work as he fills me entirely with each movement.

I feel my pussy clench around him as pure ecstasy flows over my whole body. I grab onto the bed sheet and screamed into the mattress with all my voice had, my orgasm overtaking my mind.

“Oh that feels fantastic!” He groans from behind, pistoning even harder now. He trails a hand up and grabs my hair, pulling me up so my spine met his chest. My head rested on his shoulder as he choked off my airflow with another hand. He let go of my hair, making his way to my clit. The only thing supporting my body was the hand around my throat.

“You’re gonna cum again, just to remind you you’re my bitch.” He barks, still thrusting into me while he rubbed figure 8s on my heat. I choked on my breath and moans as he pounded me into tomorrow, my eyes rolling back into my head. Just before my mind goes blank, he softens his grip, allowing me to breathe. “Come on baby, cum again. I know you can do it....” He coaches, praising me about how good I was and how sexy I look moaning his name.

“Fuck, Blurry!” I gasp, feeling my second orgasm peak. “I’m cumming!” I feel my walls clench around him impossibly hard, my voice cracking. He moans along with me, letting go of my throat and clit, dropping my to the bed. I lay there a moaning mess as I let him finish up with me.

“Oh you’re so fucking-” He begins, unable to speak coherently as his high washes over him. He moans curses and strings of my name, his seed filling me up to the brim. He slows his thrusts down until he’s still, his cock still throbbing from his orgasm. He falls beside me, tired. I lay beside him, unable to move. We were both spent.

I bring myself the energy to wrap an arm around him, curling up to him. We both fell asleep, spent and awaiting for Tyler to return.

Ever since that night, I haven't told Tyler about Blurry. I lied to him and said we got drunk and passed out. In addition, I have carried around a coin with me everywhere I went, reminding me there are two sides to people.

(omg It took me so long to write this idek why. Also I got a boyfriend now so I wont be so depressed anymore yAy. Ps: I added the coin note there cause I thought it was clever idk)

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gigiree · 7 years

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Pulled into orbit

A/n: Day 11: Kimono…in which Sasuke gives in and lets himself be pulled in fully.

He sees her next helping set up all the booths for the summer festival.

She’s dressed freshly in black shorts and a white shirt with the short sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. Her hair is up in that messy bun that leaves the nape of her neck uncovered.

Her bangs are still long, draping over her tired eyes as she slaps on a smile to everyone she speaks to. She carries her heavy loads with alacrity. Helps set up tarps and paints signs with so much enthusiasm, Sasuke would be fooled had he been watching her the tiniest bit less.

His heart feels as warm as summer in his throat when she brings up a hand to wipe away the sweat beading on her forehead. On her thin wrist, there dangles a bright silver chain with a charm made of pale moon stone.

He’d known logically that he’d given her the gift for more than just it reminded me of you. But he hadn’t expected this surge of emotions, these wild, roiling things that simmered deep below his careful guard.

He absently places a hand over his heart as he contemplates what it all means, disappearing before he can hear her happily call his name. —

The festival is almost a sensory overload for him. He’d all but been stuffed into a drab blue yukata by Naruto, pulled along by Sai’s careful quips and then bowled over by Sakura’s teasing remark.

“Hinata will be there. Dressed in a pretty yukata.”

“Tch. Don’t say stupid things.”

“She likes sweet things.” She’d chided.

Despite his attempts to curb her curiosity, her green eyes had glittered with knowing and Sasuke had nearly signed up for an immediate mission right then and there.

Regardless, the rest of Team Kakashi had wandered off. Their loud spirits at home in the jovial atmosphere, their attention pulled to the games and food and the general chatter.

He is set to wander, feeling as lost as he had on that rainy day when she’d inadvertently shown him a new direction. He’d been unsure how to proceed with anything at all, and she’d simply offered her help with nothing but a battered old umbrella.

She’d held it out as an offering or a weapon, he couldn’t tell at first. She’d stubbornly kept the existential storms of life at bay for just a moment.

There’s too many chakra signatures her. Even if he tries honing in for hers, it’s fuzzy and dim beyond all this noise. He catches the sweet, rich scent of heated red bean.

Distractedly, he finds his feet taking him there, placing him squarely in the line for red bean pastries. His nose wrinkles in distaste, but still he holds his ground stubbornly and remembers the pleasure that had shot through him at seeing the simple bracelet on her.

“Ah…so you do like sweet things too?”

Her voice catches him mid thought. It chirps from behind him, feeling like a soft caress on his cheek. Something that makes his face turn in her direction and again her moon eyes pull him into her orbit.

She’s beautiful. That’s an undeniable fact. She’s wrapped up in a simple dark blue yukata threaded through with broad yellow sunflowers and little birds. Her obi is a stark red, gathered into a large bow in the back.

He finds his voice stuck for a moment. He can tell her the truth. Or he can lie and save face.

He chooses the latter.

“I do.”

She nods approvingly, obviously filing away this information for later. He catches the slight shift in her intelligent eyes, the sheen of some important realization.

And then she seems to come to a lighter sort of mood when her smile grows broad enough to push up into her gaze.

“We match.” She points out cheerfully.

He’s not quite sure to make of that. He’s never been a big believer of fate or circumstance, but something about her path always bring her into his space…always pulls him until he’s spinning to understand her.

He shrugs casually, still feeling unsettled.

They don’t have to speak to be comfortable. They spend the next few minutes watching the crowd and the other patrons in line with quiet detachment. He enjoys this.

Eventually it’s his turn to make his purchase. He selects ten or so, tells the guy serving the cakes to keep the change, and then turns so abruptly and closely to Hinata, that she brings up her hands to place distance between them.

The bag of warm cakes is unceremoniously plopped into her hands.

“But…I thought…w-wait…” She begins, but he’s already shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off.

She runs out of the line, much to the surprise of the mother behind her, and Hinata mouths a quick apology before speeding up after him, his dark hair bobbing against the bright lanterns with an easy pace.

She catches up to him. He waits for her a bit, amusement sparkling in his dark eyes as he looks at her over his shoulder.

She’s breathing a little hard, nervousness having made her cheeks bloom into the loveliest red. It’s exacerbated by the glow of the red lights, and her eyes are cast in greater shadow.

She looks so confused and it brings him amusement.

“Your pastries?” She holds them out to him patiently.

He laughs. Short. Amused. But it’s entirely a beautiful thing to her. It changes his face so completely.

“I don’t like them.”

“But you said-”

He turns away from her, begins his slow progress into the crowd so he won’t see the embarrassment on his face when he tells her-

“I didn’t say which kind of sweet things I like, Hinata.”

She’s left to stand in the middle of the walkway, among all the happy ruckus, with her mouth wide open, hands nearly crushing the delicate cakes in the bag. —

The fireworks are about to start. Everyone’s settling in on the grassy knolls outside of the town, a few people setting down blankets and neatly packed lunch boxes.

The stars are hardly visible here beyond all the light pollution, but it’s a perfectly nice place to view the spectacle.

And yet his eyes search the crowd instead of the sky. He looks for her. He figures this is something she would enjoy, and for some reason, he can’t vividly picture the expression on her face as she watches these.

He wants to. He wants to see her eyes widen in awe and hear the soft sigh of admiration from her lips. Maybe his mind is drawing an inaccurate picture of her again, but he’s almost sure that’s how she’d react.

He sees her team. Inuzuka reclines heavily against his monstrous dog whose mouth is open is pure canine joy. Aburame sits ramrod straight on the grass, looking a bit contemplative as he speaks with his teammate.

They both look distressed. Lonely.

Sasuke wonders where their little bouncing ball has run off this time.

He catches her sister and father somewhere towards the front. They are alone.

That same melancholy from before pierces through his chest, brings to mind images of a moonlit hospital room with too many wires and a girl with too many tears.

He ignores Naruto’s queries as he stands up so quickly, as he runs off into the night, pulled closer and closer to the her. —

She’s not angry. She’s not upset when she sees Sasuke Uchiha standing in the doorway of Neji’s hospital room.

In fact, she’s more concerned with his state of appearance. His pretty haori is sliding off of one shoulder, his chest heaving shallow breaths as he struggles to regain his composure.

She’s never seen him so bedraggled. It’s startling. She’s ready to rise from the chair and offer it to him.

But he stops her with a sharp glance, moving his eyes from her to Neji and back.

She seems taken aback at first. But it makes sense. She’d thought she’d heard the door open on that one night when it had been too much. When she’d cried over Neji’s fate and nearly given up on ever breaking the seal.

She wilts into her chair, a broken, bitter smile crawling up her face as she gestures towards the still steaming mug of tea and the pile of cakes on a plate.

“You can join us…if you want. There’s a nice view of the fireworks from here.” She offers and then gives a half hearted laugh.

Sasuke takes her offer without a second thought. He pulls over the only other chair in the room, and sets it squarely next to hers. They half face the window, half face Neji. It would feel rude to turn their backs on him.

Sasuke refuses the cakes. Accepts the tea.It’s a pleasant citrus blend, he notes dreamily.

Such a strange tableau he’s found himself in. A pretty girl dressed like a dream, the trailing ends of her yukata fluttering with every anxious tap of her feet.

The steam rising from their mugs of tea. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, the barely heard breathing of the patient next to them.

She begins speaking without a prompt. As if him finding her here had been the key all along, her words begin to run smooth and musical. Like a story.

“We thought he was dead. We all did…and then it turns out they’d found him breathing lightly. They got him stabilized, but the damage must have been far too much. He wouldn’t wake up…they said it was because the seal had stopped halfway in between activation and dormancy…that it had dug too deep into his brain and shut off something essential.”

She breathes, traces the rim of her cup in a gesture that reminds him so much of her sister. But she’s stronger and more astute. She hears his question in his silence.

“We’re not telling anyone because it’s shameful to the clan…and it would give everyone else false hope…that’s what father says anyway.”

Sasuke stares hard at her, wills her to break so that he can gather her up and help her rebuild herself. He should have known she was done shattering a long time ago, and she’d recovered just perfectly without him.

“So all your work with the seal?”

She avoids his glance, biting her lip before responding.

“Is to help him…and the rest of the clan. But if anyone finds out, they might stop my attempts for fear of social upheaval.”

She tucks back a strand of starlight hair, the glittering moonstone in her wrist seeming like something paling in comparison to the light she gave off all on her own. This lost little moon, guiding itself into a place she could call her own.

Sasuke is silent once more as he gazes out at the window, the sky still unlit. He must have arrived faster than he had thought.

“You must think me all sorts of a fool.” She whispers, rubbing at the bracelet self consciously.

He doesn’t answer her. He lets her pull take him in fully, lets it wrap his finger around her slim wrist and lets him pull her close.

Lets the distance between them go down to zero. Lets him kiss her with all the love and awe he feels for her.

The fireworks have started, their whistling and booming faint in the deafening sounds of their heartbeats.

He smiles softly as the expression he’d been trying to imagine appears on her face. Eyes wide in awe, pretty lips parted in a sigh. Her cheeks are that lovely pink again.

He moves away from her and turns to watch the rest of the fireworks, saying nothing more. She doesn't speak, not even when he leaves before she does.

There’s nothing to say…and too much to say as well. —–

Somehow he’s not surprised when he goes to the compound to look for her the next day and finds that she’s taken another long mission.

Still the ache in his chest makes him feel nauseous. He can’t blame it on the tea this time.

#sasuhina month #sasuhina

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saltynemo · 6 years

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Sleep

(Drabble 5)

WHaTADO Everybody its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfiction! I'm sorry I haven't been active lately. Its been busy and I have a project due on the 12th that I haven't even started yet so yay :) Btw, I made the character Josh since I think yall want a Josh smut anyway soooo Anyway enjoy.

Summery: Y/n comes home to find Joshua asleep in his room, making a very sexual idea come in her mind ;)

Type: Smut

Warnings: Getting off while sleeping, Glimpse of dom!Josh, ummm, lots of oral, hair pulling, that's really it

Requested?: No not really

Word Count: 1.8k (1,897 words)

So without further a do, P-P-P-PLAY IT:

"Im home!" I yell, closing the door behind me with a click. No response. "Josh?" I call out again, waiting for his soft voice. Silence again. Weird..he usually lets me know hes home with a shout from the top of the steps or something. I didnt get a text from him so he must be home.

I drop all my stuff, my mind racing. Me knowing Josh's severe anxiety (that lead to somewhat symptoms of depression), my brain started thinking of possibilities for what he could be doing.

I race towards the stairs, quickly ascending to the 2nd floor. I sharply turn a corner, finding him in his room. I open the door without a noise, searching around the area for signs of distress. I find him on his bed, sleeping on his back with his legs crossed. His arms were resting on his stomach, going up and down each time he inhaled and exhaled. I sighed in relief, letting all my worries drain from my head. I lean against the entrance, eyeing out the boy. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping...im such a creep. I giggle quietly, finding it rare for Josh to be asleep in the middle of the day. As my eyes trail from his facial features to his torso, something catches my eye.

I pear down at his crotch, noticing a faint bulge. My eyes opened wide from shock, watching the lump grow by the second. A small moan escapes his throat. I bite my lip, an idea forming in my brain.

I slowly start to take off my shoes, nudging them to the side of the wall. Ive dreamed of this day to come. The day I really make a move on Josh Dun.

I tip toe my way into his room, making sure nothing would creak. I see him shift in his bed, making his legs spread out a little bit. His arms fell to his sides. I smirked, wondering what he was dreaming about. I slowly start to take off my shirt, glancing once or twice at him to make sure he was not waking up. I throw the garment off to the side, watching the piece of clothing fall dramatically onto the floor. My mind made the fall sound like it was a shotgun blast, making my body stop all together, standing silently.

I waited for a moment until I was sure I could continue my movements. I started to unbutton my jeans, fumbling with the button multiple times. I kept glancing up to him, thinking I was making noise with the zipper and metal circle. I finally succeed my mission and gently take off my jeans, taking out each foot with such precaution; I also throw the material the same way I did why my shirt.

I place my hands on the side of the bed, softly pressing down on the fluff to see how much weight it can hold before it caves in. I slowly start to climb um onto the bed, hesitating slightly. Josh shifts his head to the side, opposite from me. I pear down onto his crotch, my mouth watering at the tent in his shorts. I continue my journey across the king sized bed, making my movements every so slowly.

I reach my destination, kneeling down further so my mouth was pretty much on his thigh. He motions a little bit, letting a slight groan fall from his cracked lips. I fluttered my eyes closed, hearing the sound come out from his mouth sound heavenly. I take no tease in my part and steadily start to pull down his basketball shorts, biting my lip to keep myself from whimpering. I see his hips shift upwards, making me think twice if hes sleeping or not. Hes probably just having a sex dream...

It felt like forever until his bottoms were on the floor, leaving him only in his underwear. The bulge in his garment was twitching every so slightly, nearly making me moan right then and there. I gently start to palm him through his boxers, hearing quiet moans pour out from his plump lips. I decide that his underwear would look better on the floor; I also start to pull those off of him. He shifted in his bed, making my motions stop all together. The waste-band of his boxers were pressing down on the middle of his shaft, making my heart beat in my core. Cant I just fuck him already! God damn, I cant take this anymore.

I slowly start to move the garment again, making his dick become more apparent to me. Suddenly, it springs up from the piece of clothing, greeting me with a wet tip. I licked my lips slightly, feeling myself get excited already. He must sure be having a kinky dream if he’s already leaking precum. I continue the long journey of his underwear until it was down to his ankles, swiftly taking them off and throwing them onto the floor. I look back up to his cock, finally getting a chance to see how big he really is. Fuck, he’s bigger than I imagined.

I bring a shaky hand to the base of his dick, feeling the texture of the skin. He lets out a soft moan, mumbling something incoherent. I start to pump his shaft steadily, making sure I didnt wake him up too early. I feel his cock harden against my hand, marble forming between my fingers. I licked my lips, preparing myself to give him head.

I licked the base of his dick, slowly rising my tongue till I was at his tip. I bring my wet flesh around his throbbing cock, slowly opening my mouth and easing myself onto him. I grip the base of his sword with one hand, making sure his shaft would stay still. I hear him moan 'Fuck' quietly, making me lose most of my control. I start bobbing my head at a reasonable pace, stroking what I didnt have in my mouth. I quickly start to notice hes waking up, which only fuels my fire.

"Y-Y/n?" He groans, slowly starting to sit up. I giggle darkly, removing my mouth from his dick. I show a smirk through my eyes, continuing to pump him. He blinks a couple of times before he comprehends what was going on. His eyes open widely in shock. "Y/n! Oh shit, what are y-you" He starts to ramble, but was cut off with a moan. He tilted his head back, letting his eyes flutter close. I smirk, proud of the affect I have on him. "I-I thought you were w-working late tonight" He stammers, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure he was receiving after his nap. My mouth disconnects from his cock, leaving a slight string of saliva behind. "My boss told me I was working hard enough and told me to come home" I say, gently pressing my lips to the tip of his dick. "Now I get to work on something harder" I say, poking out my tongue and licking a vein on his shaft.

He groans, followed by a whimper. "I cant believe you..." He tries to speak, but his moans keep interrupting. "You got me off in my sleep" He whimpered, his mouth agape and panting. I giggle, wrapping my lips around the side of his shaft, grazing my canines across the skin. He grunts at the sting, snaking a hand into my hair. "I don’t like your behavior" He speaks in a dark tone, twirling my curls with his fingers. He stares back darkly, squinting to see if I was serious with my playfulness. I smirk, finding his new facade to be a lot more dominating. "Do something about it then" I say with a confident tone. He shakes his head in disappointment, raising his other hand into my hair.

Both of his hands guided my head to his tip, forcing my mouth to hug it warmly. I obey his commands and start to bob my head, except he tightens the grip on my hair. I stop my motions, noticing I'm not in control anymore. He tells me to relax my jaw and that he’s gonna 'fuck my pretty mouth'. I moan at his words and carry out his order.

He slowly starts to thrust his hips up into my mouth, inching closer and closer to my throat. I choke a bit, making him chuckle darkly in power. I felt his eyes gaze upon me, studying my teary eyed face. "You look so pretty like this.." He groans, quickening his pace. "I wish I could have fucked your mouth sooner" He says, licking his plump lips. I moan at his words, sending vibrations from my mouth to his already close cock. I heard him groan from satisfactory, throwing his head back.

The sounds of choking and panting fill the room. Josh's moans and groans become more quick and loud as he continues to piston in and out of my mouth. The little sounds he made here and there spoke 3 words: He was close.

"Your mouth feels so good, fuck, Im so close" He whimpers, arching his back slightly. I felt his tip graze the back of my throat multiple times, making me hum to get him to his orgasm quicker. "F-fuckk! Keep doing that, Y/n" He moans, followed with a strangled groan. I struggled to breathe, taking in any oxygen I could between his thrusts. "Only a little bit more, baby" He quickens his pace, studying my wrecked facial features.

I give the last of my voice with a powerful hum, making him teeter over the edge. With an 'Oh Fuck', paired with a strangled moan, he spilt into my mouth, holding my head down in place at the base of his dick. I was able to take in air through my nose, but barely from how close I was to his pubic bone. I felt his warm liquid shoot down my throat, forcing my to choke and gag. I swallowed the best I could, feeling some of his cum drip out of my mouth and onto his flushed skin.

After a while, I started to gently tap on his thigh, letting him know I seriously could not breathe. "Oh-sorry" He chuckles, letting go of my head. I sit up and take in as much oxygen as I could get, panting while giggling. He leans his head back, his breathing still ragged and heavy.

I throw all my weight next to him, laying down with him. I lean my head on his shoulder, twisting his shirt's fabric between my fingers. "You tired me out, girl" He says, finally breaking the silence. We both share a laugh, accepting that it was true. "But not enough to make me not want you more" He adds, smirking slightly. I decide to play along with his 'game', "Oh really? What do you wanna do to me?" I ask, acting like I was so oblivious to what he was thinking. "Close the door and you’ll find out" He says, turning his body so he was facing me. I giggle and cup his face with my palm, bringing him in for our first kiss.

Lets just say after the kiss, we had lots and lots of more fun with lots of more body parts. Each round was more fun then the last...

(Ok yay finished after like 5 days wOw. So the reason I'm not really working on Break the Silence a lot anymore is because for me its hard to write total vanilla lol. I get too kinky with my stories and Its hard for the Mute fanfic to be completely soft and cuddly. So I apologize when I post it and it wasn't to your expectations)

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