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obsessedvibee · 8 months

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Glowing Embers

Pairing: Benny!austin & Kathy/reader in the bikeriders universe

Disclaimer: I know nothing about biker gangs. I read a wikepidia page about them to give me a bit of knowledge but that's literally it. I just wanted to write a story/smut involving Austin's character Benny. This fiction has nothing to do with the actual movie story line. I got this entire story idea from the Bikeriders trailer. But if you pay attention you'll notice some lines & short scenes I tied into here from it. (Obviously smut is not in the trailer, nor do I know if any will be in the movie involving him....but I sure wont complain if there is..!!)

Summary: Benny and Kathy find themselves caught off guard when members from a different biker gang show up at their home. And Benny keeping Kathy in the dark about what's truly going on leads her to accusing him of cheating. Smut ensues.

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ smut, overstimulation, squirting, cream pie, unprotected sex, a little bit of orgasm denial, light roughness, smoking, drinking, guns...I think that's all of it?

The breeze of the humid night air filtered in through the open window next to me, making my skin clammy. The leaves rustled in the trees nearby, a few crickets singing in the distance. It’d be a relaxing night if only Benny were here.

The sun set hours ago. Benny only told me he had some business to take care of before he left in a rush, the roar of his harley fading off into the countryside. I lost interest in the television three sit-com episodes ago. Now a book sat in my lap as I reread the same page over and over again, trying to will my mind to let go of the worry that grew by the hour.

My ears perked when I heard a rumble in the distance.

Benny.

Relief flooded through me.

He’s safe.

I left the book on the couch, quickly padding over to the front door, peeking through the side window watching for the single headlight coming down the driveway; but my excitement was short lived. Through the trees there were two bikes already waiting at the end for him. I held my breath as I watched Benny stop his bike. The other two men proceeded to get off their bikes and began approaching him.

Something wasn’t right.

In a panic I tore open the front door, “hey!” I hollered, running down the steps of the front porch. The gravel tore at the soles of my feet with every step. I had absolutely no plan as to what I was going to do to stop them, but distracting them was the first thing that came to mind.

One of the men glanced over, noticing me, grabbing the attention of his friend. They paused their approach on Benny. “The young pup’s ol’ lady was waiting up for him,” the larger man spoke. “Ain’t that sweet of her?”

My skin crawled as his eyes followed me.

“She has nothing to do with this,” the warning was clear in Benny’s voice as the shorter man continued his prowl towards me. “Kathy, get back inside.”

“And that's where you're wrong,” the larger man corrected. “You got hitched, so she’s a part of you now, boy.” He took the cigarette that was hanging from between his lips, and tossed it into the gavel. “You play around on our territory, we play around with yours.”

“That was never yours to begin with!” Benny snarled.

My arm was suddenly grabbed from behind, the shorter man's fingers digging into my flesh, making a pained sound escape my throat.

Benny lunged forward, “get the fuck off of her!”

In the blink of an eye, there was a slight nod from the bigger guy and immediately I was released. I quickly put space between him and myself. Benny shot past me going right for the other guy, a sickening crack was heard as his fist came in contact with his jaw. He stumbled back falling to the ground as Benny continued to swing time and time again.

“Benny,” I cautioned, stepping back, trying to snap him out of his rage.

The screeching of metal on metal caught both of our attentions. The other man had a knife lodged into the side of the gas tank on Benny’s bike. With a turn of his wrist gasoline began to trickle out onto the ground below.

Benny shoved the beaten man aside, quickly putting his body between them and I. “Get inside, Kathy.”

I stood frozen in shock.

“Now!” he growled.

I flinched, snapping out of my frozen state, making my way back to the house. I climbed the steps, and as I reached for the knob of the front door a gunshot split through the night air. My heart leapt into my throat as I spun around, my blood running cold.

Benny was holding a pistol to the sky, a cloud of smoke still coming out of the barrel.

I put my hand to my chest, relieved he was the one making the shot. The two men got a pep in their step, hurriedly getting on their bikes and roaring off into the night.

He reached behind him shoving his pistol back into the waistband of his jeans before making his way to his bike to survey the damage. Shaking his head to himself, he pushed his bike up the drive, putting down the kickstand to let it rest for the night beside the house.

He walked back to meet me, the porch light finally illuminating his face. He had a small nick on his forehead just above his eyebrow, a trail of blood slowly running down his face. His hands reached out to cradle my arm tilting it this way and that. Seeing I was injury free, he let go to cradle my face between his strong hands. He gently brushed the few stray hairs that were caught on my lips. His eyes were clouded with what almost felt like sadness. Disappointment maybe?

“Benny, I’m fine.”

The brooding look on his face only darkened further, “those mother fuckers are lucky they didn’t leave a mark on you, or I’d have ‘em surrounded right now.” He let go of my face, turning away clenching his fists, as the rage inside of him grew. “They come here to my house,” he walked over to the side of his truck, “and come terrorize my wife!?”

I flinched as his fist collided with the side mirror, bits of glass falling into the gravel. That alone hardly made a dent in calming his frustrations. He continued pummeling the driver's side window.

My patience thinned with every hit.

When he finally got the window to crack, I decided I had seen enough.

“Benny, that’s enough.” I had seen a copious amount of violence for one night.

His wild eyes met mine, anger still boiling under the surface.

I sat on the stoop, holding my hand out to him, “c’mere.”

He closed his eyes with his head tilted back, taking a few breaths before allowing himself to come over. He slowly placed himself next to me, his fingers fumbling in his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. With a few swipes of his thumb a flame appeared casting an orange glow onto his face as he cupped his hand around it to light the stick between his lips.

I stayed quiet watching him as he took each drag, the end glowing as he inhaled the smoke into his lungs before exhaling. With each breath I could visibly see him relaxing, as if he were exhaling more than just smoke. Like every breath released a stressor into the air.

I leaned back against the railing, my eyes looking out down the driveway, where the one single street light shined, casting everything into a yellow haze. The events kept replaying in my head, their words circling over and over again. What could he have possibly done to instigate them coming to our property and adding me to the equation?

He tossed the small remaining end of his cigarette onto the ground, crushing it with the toe of his boot. “I’m sorry.”

I looked over at him, watching his eyes staring off into the distance only glancing down as I placed my hand over his. I waited patiently for him to continue, but he remained silent. I sighed trying to keep my own frustration in check as he chose to keep me in the dark. I stood up, pulling him with me up the stairs, through the living room and into the bathroom. I closed the toilet lid motioning for him to sit as I pulled a few things out of the closet to patch him up. I put myself to work cleaning his forehead and hands as best as I could letting the silence linger. I knew the destructive rage was sedated in him for now, but I could still feel something was off with him. His boot squeaked against the tiled floor as his knee bounced, and his eyes kept flitting around the room, looking everywhere but at me.

“Benny, what happened?”

He bit his bottom lip shaking his head, getting up to slip past me.

I sighed in frustration at his silence. I put away the items scattered on the counter, and followed his footsteps into the bedroom. He was in the middle of shucking his jacket off, pulling his white t-shirt over his head. Quietly, I padded over to him pressing my front to his back. He was hot to the touch, the tension still rolling off of him. I reached for the handle of his gun, pulling it from his jeans.

He turned to me, his eyes flicking from the gun in my hands to my face and back again. I knew he trusted me, but I’ve never touched any of his weapons before. I never had a reason to. I rotated the gun in my hands, the light from above glinting off the metal barrel.

“Is this what this club is turning to now?” I looked up at him, my brows furrowed.

He ran a hand over his face taking a deep breath, “no.”

I dropped my hands to my sides, “we’re not going to get anywhere if you’re going to lie.” I reached over, placing the gun gently on the dresser.

“Wha-? I’m not lying, Kathy. This thing keeps getting bigger by the day! It’s bigger than me or Johnny ever expected it to become. Some of these guys just think they own the whole goddamn world, and they need to be put back in their place!”

“So it’s your job to start waving a gun around?”

He chucked his boot down to the floor with more force than necessary, “it got the job done didn’t it?” he stalked over to his dresser opening a drawer. “I needed to protect my territory.” He reached in pulling out some clean underwear. He shoved it shut, looking back to me before he walked back into the bathroom. “I needed it to protect you.”

I rolled my eyes following him to the doorframe, “oh don’t go making this my fault!”

He reached into the shower turning the water on before popping the button open on his jeans pushing them down and stepping out of them, “I know you wanna say it.” His blue eyes burned into me across the small room.

I crossed my arms.

“Since you have the answer to everything else, you have to have the answer to this too, right?” he sneered.

“I want you to quit riding!”

“Don’t ask that,” he snapped, throwing his finger towards me before discarding the last of his clothing and stepping into the shower.

I felt like I’d just been scolded, and quite frankly I didn’t appreciate it. I slammed the door announcing my departure before making my way to the kitchen and pouring myself a small glass of whiskey. I walked the house making sure each and every door had been locked and turned the tv off in the living room. I downed the rest of the glass, welcoming the heated burn down my throat. Leaving it in the sink for the following morning, I made my way back to the bedroom.

He was already out of the shower, his hair wet, standing in just his briefs. “I failed you tonight,” he said quietly, tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper.

I knew my mind jumped too far and too fast, but I couldn’t control it. Confusion suddenly filled my brain when the words from earlier resurfaced in my head. You play around on our territory, we play around with yours. They couldn’t possibly be talking about catching Benny with one of their women, could they? It almost started to make too much sense.

He turned to face me, and upon seeing the look on my face he quickly defended himself, “not like that! Fucking hell woman why the hell would you even think that of me?”

“Well you’re not exactly giving me a whole lot to work with, now are you?” It was low of me to go there. Deep down I knew he wouldn’t, but the added shock and stress from earlier and quietness from him shortened my fuse.

He stepped forward towering over me, “you are the only girl for me.”

“I know- I know, I’m sorry, I- I- don’t know-,” My heart thudded beneath my chest as I stuttered at the close proximity, his damp skin and aftershave was starting to get to me.

“I promise baby, it has nothing to do with another woman.” He held my face with both hands, tilting me to meet his gaze, “you own my cock.”

Heat flushed through my body.

“You need me to remind you?”

It took all I had to resist him, but I was determined to at least get one answer out of him.

“How did you fail me?”

He sighed, getting agitated as I ignored his advances, “I need to protect you, and I failed to do that tonight.” He ran a hand through his hair. “They got their hands on you, and I swear to god, I could have shot that fucker that touched you.”

His masculine ego was bruised, being completely blindsided by being approached at our own home. Watching another man rough house me.

He needed something to make him feel back in control again. He still had all that tension coiled up in him. I finally took the bait.

“There's no other woman?”

A sly smile crept across his mouth and his eyes darkened, sparkling from the bedside lamp. “Get over here, you little brat.” He snaked his fingers in the hair at the back of my head giving it a tug forcing me to look up at him. “One more smart comment out of you and I’ll give you something to fill your mouth with.”

With that, he slotted his mouth over my own, his tongue entering my mouth quickly dominating. He pulled away with a little smirk bringing his thumb up to my lips pressing it inside. I swirled my tongue around his digit giving it a gentle suck before popping off of him. A growl resounded in his chest as he watched me. His hands reached down to the hem of my shirt and began tugging it up, exposing my bare abdomen to him. I helped him pull my shirt over my head, and my shorts hit the floor soon after.

He quickly pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my hips to the edge. He pulled my panties aside and dove in head first. I closed my eyes, letting him go to town. His mouth continued to work at my soft flesh, his tongue lapping hungrily.

Far too soon, he pulled away, and I whimpered at the loss. He yanked my panties off and discarded them to the floor. I anticipated the return of his warm mouth on me, but it never came. I propped myself up on my elbows looking down, only to see him with a little smirk, knowing and waiting. His arm flexed as he palmed himself over his jeans.

“Benny,” I whined, as I attempted to use my legs to pull him closer.

He hummed deviously, “I don’t think you deserve to cum just yet.”

Oh. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. It was one of those kinda nights.

“Scoot back,” he instructed.

As I shuffled back, he stripped down, his cock hanging hard and heavy between his thighs. He made his way to me, placing my head between his thighs. “Open up baby girl.”

I opened my mouth as he lowered his hips down slipping his cock into my waiting mouth. His salty precum flooded my tongue as I swiped at the head. I tongued at every inch wanting to work him up the way he did me. His own mouth found its way back to my area focusing on my clit, flicking over and over quickly bringing me back to the brink. I lifted my hips searching for something more, trying to tell him I wanted something more, something faster, but he backed off again instead.

I groaned in frustration around his shaft, the vibration earning a blurt of precum from him.

He started to piston his hips, his cock nudging the back of my throat. I gagged a bit, pulling a grunt from him.

I reached down, unable to resist the urge and began rubbing myself, craving a good release.

His hips faltered, never having seen me touch myself in front of him before. “Fuck.” I felt his breath on my hand. “Look at you, so desperate for me.”

He quickly became jealous of my own hand and pushed mine aside and his fingers went to work. He rubbed vigorously, and it was only a moment later I finally reached my peak.

Feeling a bit of compassion towards me he pulled himself out of my mouth letting me voice my pleasure. I cried out as I rode the peak, my body convulsing with the waves of rapture.

I eventually came back down to earth when I felt his hands at my hips flipping me over and lifting my ass up. “Time to fuck some sense into you baby,” he ran his hands up my waist and toyed with my bra strap, snapping it against my skin. “I hope you’re ready for a long night.”

I could only moan in response as he pushed into me. My wetness eased his entry and the tightness from my still-fizzling orgasm held his cock snuggly.

He cursed under his breath and stilled for his own sake. “You were made for me,” he murmured, before pulling his hips back and pushing himself back in.

He made work with his hands pinching the clasp of my bra, pulling the straps down my arms. It fell to the bed, but I too blissed out to even care to pull my arms out.

Draping his body over mine he reached around and cupped my breasts as they shook with every thrust of his hips.

I arched my back pushing into his hips to meet each of his thrusts, encouraging him to go harder. He quickly took the cue, his pace increasing. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, and his breaths became heavier. He mouthed at the shell of my ear, “you like it a little rough, don’t you?”

I already felt another coil tightening in my stomach. Goosebumps covered every inch of me as I felt his teeth gently graze my shoulder. One of his hands reached under me and started toying with my clit, making me gasp. “Gimme another one baby, I know you cum harder when you're sensitive.”

In the midst of dominance, he still managed to pay attention to the details.

I fell into the throngs of passion again.

He growled, as he felt my body squeeze around him. His hand suddenly came in contact with my ass, a quick bite to my flesh as the slap resounded in the room.

I shrieked, the bed sheets clenched tightly in my fists. I shook with every tremor, while he continued his assault on my pussy as I rode out the euphoria, my core clenching down on him like a vice.

“Atta girl,” he praised, running his hand soothingly over the newly reddened skin on my cheek, moving to my back when I finally tipped the peak and started to come back down. His hand left my clit alone and pulled himself out of me making me groan from the sensitivity.

I collapsed rolling onto my back as I caught my breath, my whole body tingling. Cracking my eyes open, I saw him sitting back lightly stroking his cock as he watched me. His cock was an angry red; his fingers lightly grazing his tip and coming back down again. “You haven’t cum yet?” I breathed.

He chuckled, letting himself go, laying himself over me. I instinctively spread my legs open for him. He nudged at my folds as he spoke, “I’m saving the best for last.”

My toes curled as he pushed into me again. He quickly began an unforgiving pace, his thrusts getting harder as his animalistic side began to surface. He began to grunt as the force of his thrusts grew. “Only you, baby,” he assured between his groans.

Moments later he rolled us over placing me above him. “Think you can finish us off?”

I bit my lip, trying to stop my smile. I sat myself up and began to rock my hips, shifting his cock deliciously inside of me. All my cares were thrown out the window as I moaned out into the room not giving a single damn of how much I voiced my pleasure. I could feel a new sense of euphoria building in me, and I was desperate to get us both there.

I pulled out every trick I knew. I reached back and fondled his sac for a bit, I leaned forward and let him mouth at my tits for a while. I could feel the sweat beading at my brow and my legs were starting to burn as both of us started getting desperate but neither of us wanted to be the one to let go first. I leaned back placing my hands on his thighs letting him watch my pussy grip his cock. I shifted my legs, getting a better position to bounce on him.

“God, you are too fucking good to me,” he whispered stroking my waist.

Pride swirled in my chest. I leaned my body over him pressing my mouth to his as I rocked my hips. Every tilt forward pressed his pubic bone into my clit making me moan. I suddenly felt something different begin to build. I sat up with a small gasp.

“What is it baby?”

I reached for his hand, “just touch me.”

I placed his fingers on my clit and he began to gently rub but it wasn’t doing it. I touched his hand, “harder and faster,” I breathed. He obliged willingly.

“Something's different this time.”

A smirk began to play on his lips, “a good different?”

I was almost heaving for breath as my peak continued to grow, “yea.”

He bit his lip shifting his legs to get some more leverage to help thrust at a better angle. “Just tell me what you need.”

A different kind of pressure was beginning to grow in my pelvis as I continued to ride him, his cock nudging a sweet spot deep inside me.

“Just don’t stop.”

He kept rubbing and kept pushing his hips up into me when the overwhelming sudden urge to push came about.

I let my body do what felt right.

I squeezed my eyes shut and my jaw dropped as liquid suddenly spread between us and my head felt like it was higher than the clouds. A strangled cry clawed its way out my throat and I felt Bennys hands grip my thighs as he was catapulted into his own release.

My hand rushed to replace his hand on my now neglected clit as we both gripped each other for dear life. The pleasure tore through us simultaneously, both of us grinding our hips into each other prolonging the bliss.

I slowly came back to earth when I felt Benny’s fingers digging painfully into my thighs.

“Kathy- baby, baby- you gotta- hold on,” he moaned.

I stopped moving and he fell back laying flat on the bed, his abdomen heaving with his breaths. “Fucking shit,” he breathed. “I didn’t mean to cut you short but-” he swallowed thickly, “just give me a minute.” He laid there for a moment with his eyes shut letting his body come back down. “Also, did I miss something, or did you just squirt?”

I half laughed, a little embarrassed by the wetness between us, “I honestly didn’t really know I could do that, I’ve never done that before.”

A groan escaped his throat as I gently pulled myself off of him, his release quickly running back out of me. “Benny,” I whined.

“Yep,” he replied, slipping out from under me, to grab a towel from the bathroom, “on it.”

Soon after we were both cleaned up, sheets changed, and we were both snuggled underneath.

He had me pulled into his chest, our legs intertwined, his fingers gently carding themselves through my hair.

“I’m sorry I accused you of being with another woman,” I murmured softly.

He let the silence beat for a few moments before replying, “I’m sorry I even gave you a reason to think that.”

The fan in the corner blew a cool breeze over us, and the sound of his steady breaths soothed me.

“It’s just so hard when I have nothing but time to think when you're gone, and then when you’re here, you hardly tell me anything that's going on.” He stayed quiet, listening to me. “You know how my mind works,” I added more quietly.

“I promise I’m working on getting things back under control, baby. Once Johnny hears of this, you won't have to worry anymore.”

He pressed a kiss to my hair. “Ain’t nothing going to happen to either of us, I’ll make sure of it.”

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pansear-doodles · 11 months

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Oh boy they're finally here in art fight

Their description is a handful. I spent quite a lot on it and it has a good chunk of my projections so

have fun with that.

Name: Artificer (Arti, Arty, Ruffian) Pronouns: Any/All Likes: Stress Relief through violence, Cuddling and being hugged (consentual), Gasoline, Spending time with friends, Shouting, Quiet places, Biting, Kids, Stabbing things, Having their hand held, Hunting Dislikes: Seeing their loved ones get hurt, Being alone, Stressful situations, Water, Being belittled, Feeling insecure, Losing, Feeling restrained, Being unable to see things

History: Artificer grew up in a small slug colony that resided in Garbage Wastes. This colony was jointed with the local scavenger colonies that are littered across the region, as an agreement to help one another: The slugcat's slippery body to go through narrow spaces were useful to the scavengers in their search for food and newer resources, while the scavengers provided what they have with their more mountainous amount of resource. Artificer had no friends and family- all they knew was to work for the scavengers to earn any incentive in order to survive. This lifestyle went on for quite sometime, but throughout, they maintained their care for others, even if the such is not reciprocated. Eventually, they had kids at an early age as a single mother. They never expected them but their presence brings them great comfort and something they have never really experienced before: happiness. They were desperate to keep them alive, making some self-sacrifices to take care of them. One day, they got sick. This was the bleakest day for Artificer and they couldn't afford anything to get them healthy. This prompted them to steal a pearl from a lone scavenger toll. They got quickly found out and was chased, but along the way, they trip and lose one of their kids- this fright caused a scavenger to accidentally throw a spear at them. Artificer was still being chased but came upon a river. They make a jump to continue the run, but a spear was thrown at them. Artificer's response to the spear hit was to build up an explosion to defend themself, but that separated them from their second child when the build-up was too much to bear, and the child fell down the river, taken away by leeches. Losing their children, their happiness, the dormant anger that laid deep in them- it cracked. They changed. They were permanently scarred. Their desires to shy back were no longer there- they wanted to fight to vent out all the anger they had. They destroyed things. They hurt people. They were driven to become something that they could not longer recognize but embraced. They also met Five Pebbles along the way, who hires them to drive away the scavengers found in the Metropolis. They obliged at first, clearing out the first dozens before a mysterious figure beckoned them to leave. Artificer chased after the figure who was taunting them with false promises, going out of Five Pebbles and finding themselves back on the ground. Enraged by the figure's disappearance, they ignited their surroundings through explosions. There, they meet a peculiar orange slugcat. They fought, and Artificer almost wins- only being beaten with a small compliment that broke them. They were roped up and taken to a shelter to talk about their problems to the slugcat, who was deeply sympathetic to their circumstance and wanted to help them out of the hole they dug themselves into. This slugcat was Hunter, who was on the brink of their grave illness. Artificer was convinced to learn how to heal and decided to partner up with Hunter so they can sought their happiness together as friends. But this friendship eventually lead them to allow romantic feelings to develop. With someone new in their life to care about, Artificer's overall anger lowered. They helped Hunter reunite with their creator in order to live longer and discover that their pups are still alive- as all creatures follow the cycle. However, they do not recognize their parent due to the trauma, breaking their heart once more. They eventually learn to accept this reality and is once more comfortable to be around them. Artificer would continue their care as they open up to other slugcats and even Five Pebbles. Artificer would go on to marry Hunter, as they deeply care for each other and know each other well enough to help one another when one is at their downtime. Despite having their kids back and finding family and friends that care about them, their trauma is still latched onto them, and all the scars they endure remain with them. It is an imperfect happy life.

Personality: Grumpy, Easily angered, and combative on the surface- especially towards strangers. Though deep inside, Artificer is passionate about looking after the people they care about. They are motherly and enjoy lively activities to be experienced with others. They can be kind and loving, given that they do not see the subject as threatening. They are usually distrusting of others unless they prove in some way that they won't hurt them. They are serious toned and while they have good intentions, doesn't execute their thoughts in the best way at times. They are anxious and at times experiences stressful visions triggerred by certain things that cause them to spiral. Most of the time, they translate these fears to commit acts of violence, as it is their form of defending themself from the externalities. It's the one thing they grew up that assures their own safety. Artificer both enjoys and hates solitude. For one, it gives them time to breathe and think for themselves. For another, it makes them feel loneliness, which is something they deeply despise. It can be difficult to read them, but sometimes their current needs don't need to be stated to be known. Despite not wanting to feel overwhelmed, Artificer can handle high amounts of stress, provided that they have security and if its for the sake of someone's wellbeing. They do not have a lot of self-respect and keeps their sadness in private where nobody can see them as vulnerable. They subconciously want people to back off from their business.

Biology: Artificer's parents were genetically modified and these modifications were passed down. They have a special bacteria stored in their system that is present in the acid in Garbage Wastes, used to break things down and turn them into fizzling gas. This gas can build up and cause explosions that pore out of their body- their tail and openings such as eyes and mouth especially. Overusing it consistently would start to hurt Artificer. These explosions can also be based on their current emotions. When experiencing overwhelming emotions, they are more explosive. Experiencing happy thoughts cause small bits of sparking or light smoke. Feeling depressed can hunker down their explosions. So on. The chemicals are also present in their saliva- making things coated in it explode with enough blunt force. Due to the bacteria's nature, Artificer can eat anything, this includes inedible junk that slugcats otherwise wouldn't normally eat and tough uncooked meat. Artificer's biological abilities are passed onto their children, but translated in a different way. The blue one can create hazes of varying effects based on what they eat and feel, while the green one's saliva is acidic and can melt through even metal. These abilities gave them the title The Diffuser and The Eroder respectively (nicknamed Diffy and Ery). Artificer is an adult.

Appearance: Artificer is a red slugcat with an atheletic strong fit. They have a short mane and are quite fluffy- the fluff extending to their fuse-like tail. Their eyes are blank (but not blind), fangs, a long blocky snout, triangular ears and a permanent burnt and cut scar on their left eye. They have various burn scars all over their body shaped like explosions. Overall, they are very sharp and edgy by appearance. Artificer likes wearing dark, punk and modest clothing. They do not enjoy wearing pastely colors. They mostly wear their wedding ring, engraved with the second karma symbol, and any form of accessories that allude to their children. They cherish these mementos. They do dress their kids up in casual looking outfits.

Relationships: Hunter - Loves - They care about each other deeply and always look after each other. While the two make great synergized fighters when together, they are always there at times when one desires the comfort of the other. Gourmand - Best Friends - Apart from Hunter, Artificer trusts Gourmand by a lot and is always fine with them taking care of their children. Survivor - Friends - Has helped with mentoring them, which in turn lets them see them as their child figure of sorts. Monk - Friends - Artificer always looks after them, seeing them as too kind for their own good. Rivulet - Friends - At times competitive and a bit feisty, but they are in good terms. Spearmaster - Friends - Good terms. Listens to some of their woes. Nightcat - Neutral - Doesn't mind them and yet finds them a neat friend for Survivor. Enot - Dislikes - Has absolutely no interest on them. Saint - Dislikes - Confused on why they diss on them, but they are pissed nonetheless back!

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dieselpvnk · 1 year

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everyone’s favourite rock eater some notes about them! -the dark part of the body feels very oily -they have 0 thoughts in their brain -most predators don’t bother going after them, because they don’t smell edible and oily part is extremely bitter -their fav food is slime mold (not counting rocks) -no idea if the ear thing is fur or quills or something else lol -the oil is also. very flammable (little gasoline factory pup/j) -can do sick slides and backflipes

#oc #rain world #slugcat #my art

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rotworld · 1 year

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Lance's Pack: Pangs

an anon asked:

Can't stop thinking about city and wild wolves and the delicate relationships they have. City wolves spending spring break in the mountains. Wild wolves being taught to pick up one night stands. "It's a different kind of hunt." Okay, I'm mostly thinking about the one night stand thing.

this was way too good to pass up lol let's get max in the club and see how it goes. this could be seen as a different reader, or an au scenario for the existing pack human.

->max/reader. contains feral behavior, human/werewolf power imbalance, predatory/obsessive behavior, implied disregard of consent

Once, when he was just a pup, Max got lost in a storm and crawled into a fox burrow by mistake. He remembers how his paws slipped in the mud and he went flailing down a grassy slope into that dark maw in the earth, yipping in fright. And he knew while he was still falling, before those shadows engulfed him, that he’d made a mistake. The smell was wrong. The tracks all around the mouth of the burrow were too small. Three narrow, furred faces stared back at him in the dark and they had been just as startled and afraid as he was.

You don’t belong here, the foxes said.

No, I don’t, Max agreed. He had scrambled back out with his little chest heaving and his heart like a hummingbird behind his ribs.

He hasn’t thought about that in years, but it’s the first thing that comes to mind as he follows Blake into the club. That sensation of wrongness, of being a thing out of place, too big and clumsy for this world that wasn’t built for him, comes surging back. He has to duck slightly to get through the front door and then he’s squinting through light flashing in blinding, zigzag patterns like garish sunbeams through a trembling canopy. The noise is nearly unbearable even with earplugs and he can’t make sense of anything but a pulse so strong it shoots up through his feet and rattles his bones.

“You good?” Blake says.

Max is not good. But he’s already come this far and he’s not about to back out now. He catches the faintest whiff of Sully, spots him slipping between bodies in the crowd like the natural hunter he is, smile sharp and hungry. And if Sully, so much younger and less disciplined can do this, then so can Max. “How do we do this?” he asks, frowning. He can barely hear himself speak.

“I’ll show you. Just a little further.”

A pungent cocktail of city stench makes him nauseous. He smells alcohol and cloying, sugary sweetness trying to mask it; dull, unnatural scent-coverings, perfumes and shampoos that pervert pleasant floral aromas into the chemical sharpness of bleach; fried food and musk and vomit and gasoline and he has to close his eyes, measure his breathing, and remind himself why he came here in the first place.

A human. Lance promised him. Shelter Mountain would keep pack humans. But it’s been years since he joined and Max’s instincts have gone unstated. He understands. He chose a discerning alpha on purpose. Not all humans are well-suited to pack life and he knows firsthand the importance of a good match. Still, it’s eating at him. He’s getting agitated, picking fights. They sat down together, all three of them—the alpha, the beta, and Max, the shepherd without a flock—and they came to an agreement.

In the city, they’re called “one-night stands.” The name alone carries disappointing, fleeting implications, but it would have to suffice. Blake would take anyone who wanted a human to the city, would teach them how humans behave in their natural habitat. It wouldn’t be a true, satisfying hunt, rather a sort of catch-and-release, but it would take the edge off. Max would pretend that the flash of the dance floor was moonlight, that the throbbing music was just the pounding of his heart, that the human was his to have and nurture and train. In his fantasy, this night would not be the end.

“You need to relax.” Blake squeezes his shoulder. “Humans aren’t as conscious of it, but body language is a big deal for them, too. They’ll notice if you seem tense. They might take it as aggression.”

“I know,” Max growls.

“No, you don’t,” the beta says patiently. “The rules are different right now, Max. I’ll always defer to your judgment when it comes to pack humans, but these aren’t pack humans. They don’t act the same out here.” He blends seamlessly into this strange world so convincingly that Max would mistake him for human if not for his scent. All the wild’s been smoothed out of him, his hair neatly tied back and his jeans freshly washed with reeking laundry soap. It makes the difference between them all the more obvious. Max is keenly aware of how he looms over everyone else in the club, grass stains caked to the flannel sleeves wrapped tightly around his biceps, steel-toed work boots advertising his every step.

He catches himself thinking it again: I don’t belong here. Blake must be able to pick up his distress because the beta’s expression becomes pinched and sympathetic. He never says whatever’s on his mind, though, because there’s an outraged shriek and a sudden crash of broken glass that makes Max wince.

“Goddammit,” Blake says, already halfway to the bar where Sully’s managed to start a brawl with three much larger humans.

Max stuffs his hands in his pockets. He’s pretty sure Blake told him not to do that on the way over. Don’t cross his arms over his chest, don’t scowl, don’t stand too close, don’t growl, too many things to remember. Blake told him to look for humans who are looking at him, so that’s what he does. Mutual interest is key. But he’s supposed to try and not be obvious about it, and he can’t figure out how to do that, so he gives up after a while.

Across the club, Blake has wedged himself between Sully and the humans and there’s a conversation happening, something tense and loud. It’s not going to end well. He can tell because Sully’s got that shit-eating grin on his face and he’s rocking back on his heels, just waiting for an opening. Max has half a mind to intervene but that would probably just get them kicked out, and he needs to be able to come back here.

And then he feels it. Unmistakable, a prickling along the nape of his neck and a shiver down his spine. The feeling of eyes on his back. An instinct to find the threat, identify it, get it before it gets him. He turns, nice and slow. Pretends to glance across the dance floor and looks through the mess of his bangs, over his shoulder. He’s not careful enough because the human sitting alone in a booth flinches and quickly averts their eyes, dragging their finger through the condensation of their half-empty glass. Too late. Max already caught them staring and the way they’re trying to escape his notice nags at his prey drive.

Slow, he tells himself, Blake’s advice echoing in his head. Go slow. Don’t rush. Smile, but not too much. Say something. Keep some distance, let them come to him. Max slips into a comparable fantasy—a new pack human, fearful, their eyes darting towards the door. He lets them keep a clear view of the exit and saunters over, his pace even, non-confrontational. He stops well out of arm’s reach, on the other side of the booth table.

There’s no use hiding what he is. He’s descended from generations of shepherds, the largest, strongest wolves in any pack. Blake told him to own it. “Some of them like that, you know,” Blake had said earlier, a small, secretive smile on his face. “I can tell when Lance and I go to the market. You’ll catch them staring and then they’ll look away. They can tell you’re wild and they like it. It’s only natural. They want to be ours.”

This one, Max thinks with his claws threatening to tear holes in his pockets. This is the one he wants. The “why” is hard to pin down. He just knows. It has to be this one. They smell nice beneath the cloying blandness of scent-covering chemicals and the way they look at him, that timid interest, draws him in like a moth to flame. “Hey,” he says.

The human flashes a smile, nervous and reflexive. They’re hunched now, their shoulders tense and their posture closed, but their scent washes over him in a spicy, excited flare. A little scared, but a little curious. “Uh, hey.”

“What’re you drinking?”

It’s adorable, the way they fumble with their glass. “Oh, it’s, uh, a virgin daiquiri,” they say, sounding almost embarrassed. “It’s—do you know what it is? I don’t wanna assume…”

“Non-alcoholic. I know,” Max says, shifting closer. Slow, he reminds himself once more. Take it slow. Poor thing is so, so skittish, tapping their nails on the table and clutching their drink like a life preserver, but they’re responsive and eager to please. No hesitation to answer his question, even offering information he didn’t ask for. That’s a good sign. Max smiles gently. “Some wolves drink. It’s a lot stronger than what humans tend to have, though. My birth pack ran a brewery and everything we made smelled pretty nasty to me.”

The words “wolves” and “birth pack” make their eyes widen slightly, confirming what they already suspected. “That’s cool,” they say, and Max has to consciously stop himself from growling in delight when some of their defensiveness melts away, turning in their seat to face him more fully. “I’ve heard a little about packs and stuff, but I’ve never actually met a wolf around here.”

“You probably have,” Max says, closer, just a little closer now, his fingertips grazing the edge of the table. “You just didn’t realize it. There are wolves who live in the city and they’re good at blending in. We’re not so different from you in some ways.”

The human nods, sipping at the last dregs of pink, slushie liquid from the bottom of their glass. Their lips come away wet and shiny, and Max swallows hard, nearly overcome with the urge to swipe his tongue across that salt and sweetness glazing tender flesh, to know if they taste as good as they look. “Do you…” They pause, nodding to the chair across the table. “Do you wanna sit down?”

“Sure,” Max says, making certain he doesn’t sound too eager. They watch him with the wary gaze of prey, cautious of all his movements. It’s better when he sits down, closer to eye-level if he hunches a bit. Their smile is a little wider and now he can smell the subtle notes he couldn’t catch before. Their sweat. Their skin. Light, early traces of receptivity and budding arousal. He slides into the open seat and it’s small for him, his legs cramped under the table, but it’s all worth it.

This is familiar territory now. He can submerge himself in the fantasy, imagining the human at one of the cozy tables of the main cabin, talking easily, casually, coaxing them to open up and trust him. “I’m Max,” he says. He offers his hand, the human greeting standard to where Blake grew up. The human’s fingers are soft compared to his cracked, callused skin, so small engulfed in his. And they notice. He knows they do. That twinge of arousal gets a little stronger and he licks his lips. Their warmth and scent are wrapped around him and he suddenly realizes this was all a terrible mistake, because he cannot let them go.

You don’t belong here, he thinks, his thumb stroking the back of their hand. “You smell nice,” he says, testing the waters. He waits a beat, watches them get all flustered and squirming. “Sorry. I don’t think humans usually say things like that. I mean it as a compliment. Smell is really important for us. It’s a big part of compatibility.” This is important. Introducing pack concepts. Easing them into the wolf’s mindset. The initial reaction, if negative, can always be corrected, but that mouthwatering scent of anticipation tells him they don’t need correction. Not about this.

“We’re compatible, huh?” they say, leaning over the table.

Max’s smile widens. He flashes his teeth, lets them catch just a glimpse of their sharpness in the rotating lights. “Definitely,” he says. He takes a risk. Reaches across the table, finds their hand and rests his on top of it. “I could show you what I mean if you want to get out of here.”

The human glances down at his hand on top of theirs and they’re warming up, chewing their lip in indecision. Their timid eyes flick up to meet Max’s gaze and his heart skips a beat. This is it. This is what he’s needed, what he’s been missing. And it’s going to hurt later, when they’re whimpering and satisfied under him and he has to just walk away, but he doesn’t think about that. Right now, they’re his. When they nod, a little shy and a little excited, Max draws them out of the booth by the hand, slow and steady, and he can’t help the growl that slips out when they’re finally in his arms where they belong.

#rotpeach writes #rotpeach answers #meanwolves #max

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mirrorhouse · 1 year

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What changes in the mgsv novel?

this isn’t an exhaustive list because i haven’t fully translated/read the whole thing but. here’s some of the things i’ve noticed:

- there’s a character called “leonard ruin” (possibly a reference to leonard lewin), a hippie writer who was a part of MSF (he met snake because he wanted to write a book about him. snake said no, kaz said yes, and that’s how he joined MSF) and is now in diamond dogs. he acts as kind of a mix between kaz and ocelot. he gives snake briefings and advice on the radio too, and (sort of) takes over ocelot’s role of training DD.

- except not exactly because DD doesn’t actually seem to get any training. in the novel, he’s a pup who was somehow found by the other dogs that are kept on the base, and becomes diamond dogs’ unofficial mascot. any time he’s in a scene, it’s because he’s hanging out with leonard. he also doesn’t go on missions with snake even after he grows up.

- from what i can tell, there’s no mention of ocelot hypnotising himself in any way. on top of that, kaz is apparently in on the phantom plan all along and was captured on purpose in afghanistan, but i can’t remember why exactly or where it’s mentioned (i distinctly remember it saying something about it being a “diversion” though)

- (suicide mention ->) after speaking to save snake’s life, quiet leaves and takes his lighter, covers herself in gasoline, and burns herself and the parasites alive to ensure they’re all destroyed.

- venom smokes real cigars, not electronic ones.

- “the man who sold the world” isn’t the song venom wakes up to, it’s “walk out to winter” by aztec camera. the man who sold the world then plays on the radio after.

- while in the game it’s never outright stated when kaz lost his limbs (to me, it’s implied it was recent/during the skulls’ attack) the novel explicitly specifies it was during the helicopter crash in 1975.

- the missions are set out in ways to make them more “realistic” and cinematic than just snake being dropped in from a chopper and moving towards his objective. as an example, when searching for huey, snake first meets an operative who has info on his location. they communicate through a code phrase at first to confirm identities: the agent says “ADAM couldn’t make it.” and snake asks, “are you EVA?”

- not exactly a ‘change’ but the novel includes kaz dialogue after sahelanthropus from the jp version that wasn’t localised in english: 「俺はもう目が見えない」 “I can’t see anymore.” just after this scene, miller’s eyes are also described as having “lost their sight”

there’s almost definitely more that i haven’t come across yet but these are the ones i remember off the top of my head.

#ask #mgs #suicide mention

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ambyandony · 11 months

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Cloud Nine Contrails: Supporting Character; Molly Mallon O'Malley

Context for Cloud Nine Contrails

Molly Mallon O'Malley

(モリ・マロン・オマリ Mori Maron Omari) ✈ 24 years old ☮ female, she/her ☮ 180.34 cm (5'11") ☮ Metro Popper ✈

Modified transcription of above profile:

"Loud, chaotic, high-strung, Irish punk butch. One of the most vital Metro Poppers in the faction due to her incredibly powerful Stand.

Like Adam, she joined the Metro Poppers after coming into a disadvantaged position upon moving to America. Unlike Adam, she lives with her family. Kinda.

Possibly the boldest gangster in the faction, openly disrespectful and incendiary towards the faction's boss, but she's a harsh person and often shows affection in a rather mean way, so it's hard to tell if she's being genuine or joking sometimes.

Known best for hotwiring cars and furthermore for apparently not knowing how to safely drive them, and also for eating fruits decidedly wrong (whole and unpeeled, even the apple cores).

Outside of gang activity, she mostly does mechanic work. She's no expert, but she knows enough to get the job done and do it well. Which is probably why she steals cars.

She smells like gasoline and tyres."

Molly came to America with her family, and there's basically a bunch of people in one house, though Molly doesn't talk about them much.

Coloured and uncoloured full body references, back and front; profile and 3/4ths view headshots!

Personality description from my wiki page for her (needs an update):

"Molly is chaotic and uncontrolled, often doing things on impulse and not minding consequence or social response. She's friendly but hyperactive, very confident, and incredibly stubborn. Despite seeming to hardly care what others think, having very little filter, and being very overwhelming, she does genuinely care about certain people and tries to support them as best as she can. She does, however, unfortunately, employ a sort of 'tough love'. She wants what's best for her friends, but she is blunt and refuses to be delicate about issues, and tends to roughhouse. Will fight for someone, and will fight anyone. She seems to have very little fear and is very reckless, and will throw herself into danger to protect her friends. Of the members of the faction, she's the most aggressive and insubordinate towards their boss. Though not terribly complex emotionally and critical of the gang's structure, she does have a strong view of loyalty, and though she believes she could easily leave the gang and never have to worry about being gone after, she doesn't want to betray the loyalty she's built".

Her wiki page is one of the ones I've yet to fully update.

Design notes for Molly to help me stay on model.

//mild body horror warning

「Devil's Dance Floor」

Devil's Dance Floor - Stand of Molly Mallon O'Malley

Modified transcription of above profile:

"Devil's Dance Floor has dermakinesis, the ability to generate and manipulate skin and flesh. It can create new skin and modify the properties of any existing skin. Combatively, it's incredibly powerful and agile, but a glass cannon; it can barely take a hit, so it tends to dance around its enemy, getting close to land a barrage of hits, then quickly pulling back to avoid any retaliation. Its fragility may have some relation to its bony appearance and exposed 'muscle'; its 'clothes' appear to be nothing more than loose skin.

Unsurprisingly, it is also incredibly unpleasant to touch."

Power - S

Speed - A

Potential - D

Range - D

Durability - E

Precision - B

Modified transcript:

「Devil's Dance Floor」, reflective of its ability, appears as a skinless being covered in some kind of jumpsuit made of loose skin, most of the Stand's body appearing to be comprised unsettlingly of nothing but exposed muscle, with parts also resembling a skeleton.

The mask is, presumably, just a part of its face and can never be removed. Its 'eyes' appear as weird feminine-shaped black voids with a tiny white pinprick pupil on the right and a yellow pupil with red iris on the left.

Two points on the right side, the gap above the eye is like a bat wing with two divots.

On left side, two small spikes at bottom, one large spike, then two small points at the top on the back part of the mask.

The left side profile view of the mask vaguely resembles an actual face.

The back part of the mask is a different colour from the rest of the mask.

The mask also curves around the face, so the actual face (presuming it has one) is never seen.

Its face, where its mouth should be, is twisted oddly.

It’s very asymmetrical. Its skin-suit hangs off its shoulder, slightly folded over the breast on the left, a long sleeve on the right, and on the left, the sleeve is torn off just past the elbow. The left hand is partly covered by a fingerless glove, while the right hand is just fully visible. Both ‘pant legs’ are short, the right one ending at the knee, and the left one cutting off a bit before the knee. On the left leg, it has a skin boot, and on the other, it has a flip-flop with a skin “sock” that stops at the ankle.

Sometimes depicted with a single tiny bat wing. It only ever has one, never two, and it serves no purpose other than aesthetic.

It tends to favour kicks to punches, but either avenue of attack it uses, it’s incredibly fast.

(idk the vision is here you just have to squint. I still dont know how to draw stand fights)

「Devil’s Dance Floor」 is around the same size as Molly. It’s less muscular but certainly more muscular.

Three bleeding heart motifs, one on the left glove, one on the right thigh and the apple on the chest, which also serves as a heart.

The left side of its skin suit has a lot of tears and holes. The right side does not. Notably, the left “sleeve” has two jagged holes at the torn end, one on each side of the middle, and the left pant leg has one jagged hole at the end, around the centre.

It also has a cliché devil tail, but it’s rarely seen from the front.

You can assume the skin boot is held up by a tiny gross strand of sinew or something.

The back of the Stand is fairly plain other than the raised patterns in a U-shape from horn to horn, with a line going down from the bottom and an upwards-pointing arrow in the middle, meant to resemble a pitchfork.

The jacket dips in the back, revealing both of its shoulder blades. It has two tiny light- coloured bat wing markings on each shoulder blade.

The pants seem to be attached to the jacket in the back as well. The boot is attached to the pants to keep it held up.

The devil tail is generally only visible from behind like this. It, like the wings, only serves an aesthetic purpose and has no use in combat despite its sharp appearance.

Perhaps its most terrifying ability is its “dancefloor”, which is some fucking horrifying carnal horror silent hill type shit which makes a “living” room, a room made of flesh that pulsates and appears to have a pulse, in which she traps opponents to make it harder to fight her. The only way to fight on the dancefloor is to keep rhythm, which is best done by, of course, dancing. The room isn’t actually alive, it doesn’t respond to stimuli and has no internals despite its pulse, but it can bleed.

Though open about her Stand and what it does, Molly doesn’t have 「Devil’s Dance Floor」 out very often. When she does, it doesn’t seem to display many sentient behaviours. Most of its mannerisms are reflective of Molly’s own, or the occasional non-complex reaction to stimuli.

Molly, aided by Alesana, is pretty much the closest thing the faction has to a medic. 「Devil’s Dance Floor」’s ability can be used to seal wounds, graft detached limbs back on, reconstruct damaged body parts (as long as nothing too complicated is missing internally) and, most of all, it can keep people quiet.

Molly also uses it to toughen her own skin, and is able to do so to an extent that, shockingly, her skin can become bulletproof.

To clarify, she makes her skin so thick that the bullet would generally just catch in entry and lose momentum in seconds. Reasonably, she doesn’t keep her skin like that all the time, so she could be shot to death if she were caught off-guard but she’s thus far still alive somehow. It’s also entirely possible that she doesn’t feel pain due to changing the properties of her own skin.

#JJBA Fanpart #JoJo Fanpart #jjba fan character #jjba original character #jjba fanpart #Cloud Nine Contrails #character design #character profile #cw mild body horror #Molly O'Malley #Devil's Dance Floor #amby draws #my art #jjba oc #jojo oc

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gkt-tummyaches · 7 months

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Hey there! So I kind of have two questions to ask, one being what kind of theme songs you’d give to the characters and the other being about ur own characteristic hcs for Berserk as well, like the ones you’ve done for Bubbles and Boomer so far (if you had planned to go through them by color order first then that’s fine too, I wouldn’t want to mess up any post scheduling you have!)

//😩 never assume i have a posting schedule /lh !! i post what i feel like, or if it pops up in my inbox. i'll work on berserk soon since you've asked !! i'm not particular about the order they're added 😌

i don't really have any dedicated theme songs for any of the characters, but i do have a few songs that at least remind me of them ? i'm not really somebody who makes playlists or anything like that, so i'm just going to list a handful for each of them here;

i tried to keep them all to english. ⚠️CW: some of the lyrics in these songs are centered around heavy topics (ie; suicide, gore, etc.) they're all kinda emo sorry ⬇️

blossom

"watchtower" // the devil wears prada

"seize the power" // yonaka

"no fear" // doll skin

buttercup

"dirty laundry" // all time low

"working title" // mt. eddy

"walk over my grave" // yours truly

bubbles

"cheers to goodbye" // escape the fate ft. ice nine kills

"punching bag" // palaye royale

"strangers" // bring me the horizon

boomer

"sibling rivalry" // pup

"punching bag" // set it off

"metaphor" // mt. eddy

brick

"bad dream baby" // hippo campus

"i don't like people (& they don't like me)" // boston manor

"dopamine" // american dream, ft. loveless

butch

"spirits" // nothing more

"salt" // the devil wears prada

"jump" // poorstacy

brute

"fight fire with gasoline" // self deception

"love abuser (save me)" // royal & the serpent

"grenadine" // dreadlight

brat

"eat me" // demi lovato ft. royal & the serpent

"curious/furious" // willow

"fan behavior" // isaac dunbar

berserk

"you don't know what loves means" // nothing more

"the edge" // panicland

" it's my fault" // willow

#ppg #ppnkg #rrb #ask #songs #? i guess

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belekanepentagram · 2 years

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Headcanon1:

Postal dude✂⚠👽❗

-He was raised by his uncle Dave for most of his childhood.

-You are between 34 and 39 years old

-He's had Champ since he was a pup (he found him on the street), and it's been a lifeline to his sanity.

-Some time if he had a happy marriage.

-he has freckles but they can only be seen up close

-he almost always has a hangover from smoking weed and crack, that's why he almost never takes his glasses off in the morning (damn arizona weather).

-He likes sweets, especially cereals.

-His trench coat smells of gasoline and marijuana

-He had a krunchy stuffed animal when he was a kid.

-Despite being careless, he has quite a taste for grooming his beard and hair in the mornings.

-Before he had many hallucinations and psychotic delusions, but medication (and drugs) have taken away the terror of these.

-He has marked ribs, he is not physically ill, but the drugs have him somewhat emaciated.

-the smiley face button is for watchman

-He likes comics and everything he has drawings.

-profane his father's grave every week

-He and Corkscrew are biological stepbrothers (Dude's father was someone who couldn't keep his dick in his pants)

-He has piercings in his ears, lips, nose and eyebrows, but he doesn't wear any of the piercings anymore because he lost the pieces of it.

-He believes in Martians.

-He always carries a shovel with him.

-His mother abandoned him when he was a baby...he doesn't remember her and doesn't care. (or so he says)

-He almost never washes his trench coat, he always finds things that he didn't remember in it.

-One of his favorite bands is A Fall to Break

-He had long curly hair when he was young, he stopped using it after accidentally burning himself in one of his typical arson attacks.

-He has a chipped tooth, it only shows when he smiles.

-He once thought that if you put jet fuel in a car it could fly...it didn't work.

-when he was a kid he started more than one fire (dave he had to keep him away from lighters)

-when he sleeps it seems as if he had been hit by a truck because of how twisted he is when he rolls around in bed (sometimes he wakes up with back pain, and his bones always creak when he wakes up)

-The few times he has cried he has been in secret.

-He makes a lot of jokes in situations that don't deserve it, another symbol of how little things matter to him.

(Soon I'll upload the rest of the dude and notty's headcanon)

#Postal 2 #headcanons #Postal Dude #postalheadcanon #i have more headcanon #running with scissors

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xterminatorkorse · 2 years

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🌹: A positive Korse headcanon

🌵: A headcanon about the Zones (locations, environment, etc.)

💊: A positive Battery City headcanon

Welcome back, Exterminator Korse! Could it be that you finally used some of the vacation time you had saved in the bank?

Thank you for the warm greeting. No, I have not used any vacation days – as a matter of fact, I fear that I have been slacking as of late and so I am planning to put in some overtime. I would hate to lose my undisputed title of Better Living’s Most Productive Employee or worse… disappoint Madame Coordinator. Positive Battery City Headcanon: Better Living Industries has invested in green energy solutions and committed to using them exclusively. All of the skyscrapers and apartment towers in Battery City are outfitted with transparent solar glass. An expansive field behind the City is dedicated to wind turbines and traditional solar panels. As a result, Battery City and all of it’s branches run off on 100% clean energy. They produce not only enough energy to power the city but they have a surplus to store in batteries, rayguns and massive generators and power banks in case of emergencies. Battery City cars and motorcycles are all electric vehicles, as well, with a backup system of synthetic fuel that was developed by BLI as a zero emission alternative to gasoline.

Positive Korse Headcanon: He earnestly cares about the Draculoids and Scarecrows that work under him. It is important to him to train them well and assure they work hard to be the best they can be. Part of that is because he believes in putting your full effort into your job – but beyond that he wants to feel assured that when they go out on patrols and get into skirmishes, they will be returning to the City at the end of the day, alive and well.

Headcanon about the Zones: There is food and water in the Zones if you’re creative and know where to look. While eating Power Pup is always an option, you certainly pay for the convenience. Processed foods are expensive and many ‘joys would prefer to do a little foraging instead. Not only do you get to eat ‘fresh food’, if you will, but it’s also a way to spend time and socialize with others. Killjoys who have been out in the Zones for a long time will often take New Arrivals out as a way to make them feel included and confident.

#korse #zones #killjoys #draculoid #battery city #asks #anatolysergievsky

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 years

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Shiptober Day 27

Prompt: Radio

Ship: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence, mental conditioning, graphic violent thoughts

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Ragged breaths escape bruised lips, muddied boots dig into the foliage covered ground; every step sends an aching pain through Dean's lead heavy limbs. He's covered in a mix of blood, dirt and sweat, his clothes are torn and stink of gunpowder and gasoline. It felt like he'd been walking for days but in reality it had only been an hour. He couldn't think straight, red blurred the edges of his vision and he could still hear that damn song in the depths of his eardrums.

He'd considered grabbing dry twigs straight from the ground and digging them into his ear canals but he knew the brief relief would be meaningless in wake of the pain that would come from the desperate act. He just had to keep taking in steady even breaths and focus on his path, he'd be okay at the Wolf's Den. Either they'd take care of him or put a bullet between his eyes, either seemed like a fine option right now if he was being honest.

Dean stumbles, catches himself on a boulder and hisses as his bare palms drag over the jagged edges. His blood coats the grey surface, he doesn't bother looking at his hands to assess the damage, his body was a plethora of cuts and bruises and at this point if he was dying from anything it'd be infection. His radio crackles to life on his belt as he pushes himself back up, his brown eyes zoned in on his blood dripping down the cracks of the rock as the voice of the man he'd just run from ripped through the static.

"That was quite the show, Deputy, you really gave my men a run for their training—I'm impressed."

The praise means nothing to Dean, it's empty and worthless and said only to manipulate him. He knows there's a part of his weak brain exploding with chemicals, greedy and hungry for more acknowledgement of the hell he'd wrought but he ignores it to the best of his ability. He wasn't happy about what he'd done, he knew he wouldn't be able to close his eyes without seeing the carnage he left in his wake. He didn't want praise for that.

"I'll let you go for now, you've done well but remember, i'm not done with you yet. You're still too soft y'see and soldiers—good soldiers—can't be soft."

Dean tries to drown him out as he carries on, he knows he could switch channels. Turn the radio off. Throw it away. He could do all of those things, they would be so easy to do, but he doesn't. He can't explain why, can't figure out why he lets his voice drone on in his ear exactly how that song does. But he can't be bothered to make any move to stop it, he just keeps walking. He had to be close to the Wolf's Den now, it couldn't be that much farther.

"We'll carve that softness out of you together, it's not gonna be just me doin' all the work here. Ya can resist as much as you want pup but you know you'll be better off when we're done, that's why you behave so well during ya trials isn't it?"

Dean clenches his jaw. Breathes out heavy through his flared nostrils. He's angry—It fesls like he's always angry nowadays. He can't remember the last time he felt calm and ome of the causes of that was taunting him through his radio, his smug smile clesr in his words as he spoke slowly. He never rushed, never gave any indication he felt out of control, he was always steady and relaxed. Why did he get to be okay while putting Dean and so many others through hell? It wasn't fair.

None of this shit was fair.

"Yeah… You're good at takin' orders i'll give you that, just gotta break that rebellion outta ya. Maybe if ya didn't have so many distractions this would be goin' quicker, whaddaya think, am I right?"

Dean frowns, he didn't like where Jacob was going with that sentence. It made a low sinking feeling rise in his gut and he slowed his pace, his surroundings now familiar and he knew right around the jagged cliff was the hatch to the Wolf's Den. He made it, but was that a good thing?

"Eli's been real good at keepin' ya busy lately, huh?"

Dean swallows thickly, he can hear Wheaty's music from all the way out here. He stops walking, panic and bile in his throat.

"Please don't," he doesn't touch the radio, knows Jacob can't hear him, but he sobs the words out uselessly into the air anyway; falls to his knees and squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to do this anymore. He's so tired.

"The way I see it, he's holdin' ya back from reachin' your full potential pup. All of 'em are but ya got it in ya head Eli can help you right? He can't. No one can."

Jacob's tone is dry, it sounds like he's walking and suddenly paranoia floods Dean's body. He opens his teary eyes and looks around, breathing ragged, hand resting on the knife strapped to his thigh. He hears Jacob begin to hum, the tune of that fucking song, just the sound of it causes pricks of anxiety under Dean's skin.

"I'm the only one that can help you, i'm the only one here that can see what you really have to offer. I know you can be—great. Perfect. So go on, play house with Eli all ya want but you'll be back home with me soon."

His words sound final, like he's said all he had to say but Dean doesn't move. His entire body is on alert, he can't trust the reality that he's alone out here. Every noise is him, every sway of the leaves is him, every vibration in the ground is him. It's all him—all Jacob. Dean knows he's crying, he can feel the wetness sliding down his dirty cheeks and the buildup on his waterline but he's silent.

"I'll see you soon Deputy."

The line goes quiet, the static ends, it's over. But it's not. His words echo in Dean's head mercilessly and keep him glued to the ground. His shoulders slump forward and he covers his face with his bloody palms, smearing the deep red liquid on his skin. He doesn't care. Jacob kept fucking with him, pulling him along on his strings and as far as Dean could tell there was no way out for him that didn't go exactly how Jacob wanted.

Dean wasn't in control anymore, as hard as he fought to be.

Jacob had him right where he wanted him and until he said so he would stay there.

No one could help him now.

#far cry 5 oc #Jacob Seed x oc #Deputy Dean Tag #Ship: Only Us #Oneshot Tag #Shiptober2022

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hand-painted-5tars · 1 year

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Hi caaaas imma gush about kibum to you. My fav thing about him is honestly his humor because he's so sarcastic and bitchy and its the best. I knew he was my bias when I saw them in concert in la back in like 2017, and he and Minho were talking while the others changed. Minho was talking about sports and Key just went "yeah I have no clue what you're talking about, what did you have for lunch today?". He hit me with the biggest fucking mood and thats when I Knew.

Kibum is a fashion king and basically every outfit is God Tier, but the current one I'm obsessed with is that black outfit in the Studio Choom video he did for Gasoline. It looks like he colabed with Tetsuya Nomura and it sure is one of the looks of all time

Dunno what my fav choreo is bc he slays it all the time (he's so underrated as a dancer! He's so snappy!) Currently probably the Bound choreo. In terms of verses, I can never get over his parts in Stranger, it's like, his song (out of the non solo stuff).

My wish for him is to be happy and healthy and to have plenty of time to snuggle with Comme Des and Garçon!

OH MY GOD YES GUSH ALL U WANT RAYNE

Kibum absolutely killed it in styling with every single one of his solos ok??????

ksjrhfushfuihriufhsikfghurid oh myGOD i hadnt noticed but he does really looks like designed by Nomura. i think he really makes every look and outfit really stand out very well i loved the wide shoulders he did for all the gasoline stuff and for bad love too.

kibum has always been a full full threat and i think bcs of taemins dancing style the sharpness of his movements stand out sharper within shinee bcs of how solid and sharp his lines and movements and energy is!!!!!! from SHINee stuff oooof he kills it in stranger yes!!

all best wishes for bum and the pups my HEART i hadnt gushed about the shinees in a long while this made me so happy rayne

#asks #rayne

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lifeisprettygreatactually · 7 months

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I have so many plants on my windowsill. Eight, to be exact. Three snake plants, because my partner got me one and it had pups (fun fact, the little ones that grow out from the main plant are called pups!!), two spider plants from a single one my mom was given eight years ago and has since not stopped producing babies, an unknown plant with fuzzy leaves from my friend as a gift for prom, a gold dust that I got with a gift card that was Christmas present from my grandparents, and picked out during a power outage after a big and wonderful winter storm while getting gasoline for my family’s generator— the first time I was trusted to drive out and get errands— and a pink polka dot that was a gift from my parents for moving into my dorm. I love them all so much

#positive #little things #plants #potted plants #I also have my dragon fidget and my dinosaur nightlight on the windowsill with them #it’s really wonderful to have them all there

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casspurrjoybell-19 · 11 months

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TORN - Chapter 22

*Warning: Adult Content*

One.

Alpha Oasis Amador had thirty seconds.

Thirty, fleeting moments to reunite with his Angel after seventeen gut-wrenching days apart.

Berlin Cahill looked so fragile in his arms, his tiny body trembling with fear as he looked up at his Mate with tears in his infinitely emotion-filled eyes.

Although it was obvious that sheer terror was taking over his sense of rationale, Oasis didn't miss the glint of hope in his eyes as they made eye contact.

Berlin trusted Oasis to save him.

Just knowing that alone threw gasoline on the fire that fueled the Alpha’s need to protect his tiny Mate and kill the bastard that caused him pain in the first place.

Four.

"Everything will be just fine, kitten. I will protect you and our pup with my life," Oasis’ voice was soft as he whispered in Berlin’s ear, his little body firmly pressed against his.

Berlin was still freaking out despite Oasis’ comforting words, although the Alpha could completely understand why.

When you're dealing with a rapist necrophiliac demon, you can't exactly expect everything to go as smoothly as planned.

His delicate hands gripped at Oasis’ chest in a desperate manner as soft whines slipped past his lips with each sob.

It was the worst of tortures to see Berlin falling apart in his arms, completely helpless and defeated.

One of Oasis’ warm hands traveling down to rest on his stomach as he clung to him, rubbing gentle circles.

Berlin’s skin felt dry and dehydrated, a stark contrast from what Oasis was used to it feeling like and yet another testament to how his Mate was treated while the demon kept him captive.

However, the issue of Berlin’s tortured state fell from Oasis’ mind when he felt a small bump against his palm.

It was barely there, probably not noticeable to many but the Alpha could tell the difference.

He suddenly had to hold back tears of his own when reality really hit him.

‘My mate was pregnant with our baby and we were still in the hands of the enemy.’

Eleven.

"P-please don't l-let me g-g-go," Berlin pleaded through heart-wrenching sobs, his hands sliding up to wrap around Oasis’ neck tightly.

His sweet breath fanned across his Alpha’s face when their foreheads met and his eyes were half-lidded, gazing into Oasis’ with an expression that read pure trust.

"I'd never let you go."

Under very different circumstances, Oasis would have ravaged Berlin's body immediately within a second of him giving him that look.

But this was different.

Their lips met in a fervor, Oasis soft ones meeting Berlin’s heavily chapped ones with unparalleled desperation in their touch.

The Alpha’s hands slid up from his Mate’s stomach to cradle his face as if it was the most delicate object in the world, while his fingers simultaneously moved to tangle in Oasis’ dark hair, almost as if Berlin was afraid he would slip through his grip at any moment.

Berlin's wet tears dripped onto Oasis’ cheeks when he tilted his head with a whimper.

They were pressed so close to one another that Oasis could feel Berlin’s heartbeat through the vest he wore, pounding hard and fast against the thick material.

Twenty.

Oasis’ lips caught Berlin’s bottom one just before they reluctantly pulled back, although the Alpha didn't waste any time in placing the softest of kisses to his Mate’s forehead, nose and each of his cheeks.

Berlin's eyes remained closed, his lips parted in the slightest as he savored the moment.

There was a tug at Oasis’ heart when his eyes fluttered open once more, connecting with Berlin’s.

The Alpha was surprised to see that they were not filled with the many conflicting emotions like before but only reflected one in their shiny orbs, causing his breath to hitch.

"I love you."

It took Oasis a long moment to comprehend the whispered words that slipped from Berlin’s perfect lips, his own lips immediately trailing down his Mate’s neck until they met his Mark.

He let out a shaky sigh at just the thought of his words.

‘He loves me. He loves me.’

Alpha Oasis stood up with Berlin protectively wrapped up in his arms and swaddled in a thin sheet, guiding his head to rest on his shoulder as he approached the door, knowing that time was quickly running out.

He could feel Berlin’s hot tears trailing from his cheeks to his back, leaving long trails along his skin.

Oasis closed his eyes for a short moment, resting his head against his tiny Mate’s softly before pressing his lips to his ear.

Oasis’ words were barely audible but all that mattered was that Berlin heard them...

"As I love you."

Twenty-five.

Berlin's grip on Oasis tightened when the words left the Alpha mouth and he felt his Mate’s lips press timidly against his neck in a manner that made all of the tension leave his body as if it was never there.

‘Yeah, he had that much of an effect on me.’

Thirty.

It was deathly silent.

The lights on the entire floor flickered out in a moment, leaving the only light to come from the tiny windows near the ceiling.

The evening light that streamed through them casted eerie shadows on the floor and walls, making them stretch across the long hallway.

Oasis could feel Berlin's eyes squeeze shut against his neck when the PA system crackled to life, spewing the demon's demented drawl from the speakers.

"Time's up, lovebirds," his disgusting cackle filled the room, giving the dark area an even more sinister feel.

Oasis pulled one of his two guns that were left from his holster, holding it up in a defensive manner and holding Berlin's light body against his chest tightly with his free arm.

He had to be ready, he couldn't let Berlin get even more hurt than he already was.

It wasn't just him either, it was also the life of their pup that was a stake.

‘I’ll be damned if Max thought he wouldn't fight 'till his last breath for the ones that he fucking love.’

"Run, run as fast as you can," Max's voice bellowed throughout the hall before a silence settled over the dark place. It was a sight straight out of a horror movie, and frankly I was beyond ready to get the fuck out of there.

“Let's go," Alpha Oasis growled out, turning towards Beta Ortiz and Warrior Corey before gesturing his head towards the hallway.

They immediately jumped into action, drawing their guns from their holsters before moving up behind Oasis and holding them up in a defensive manner, almost as if they were afraid that the shadows would suddenly jump out and strangle them.

Berlin's hands gripped Oasis’ shoulders in terror and he could feel him biting his lip hard against his neck.

The thought of him being so terrified caused Oasis’ jaw to tick in agitation, the muscles throughout his body growing taut as they moved down the hallway.

Immense shadows danced along the tall walls, licking at the high ceilings as if to shroud the entire floor in mystery.

And a mystery it was, as there was no scent trail to follow or indication of where the hell Max could be on the entire floor.

The floorboards creaked and strained underneath their feet, subtly interrupting the stillness of the room.

Oasis didn't even want to breathe, feeling as if he did so he would miss a crucial piece of the puzzle.

He ground his teeth together, listening for even the slightest shift in the air as they moved down the corridor but there was simply nothing to grasp.

He turned to glance at Ortiz and Corey, only to be met with the sight of them holding hands with their unoccupied ones.

Ortiz, his 'Big, Bad Beta', looked almost as terrified as Berlin, the veins in his forearm straining from his hulk-like grip on his Mate's hand.

However, Warrior Corey was as subdued and professional as ever, his expression remaining stony as he looked ahead down the seemingly endless hallway.

If the situation allowed, Oasis would bet money that Ortiz would opt for being pressed up against his protective Mate, even if it meant he would have to give up his little act of faking 'straight'.

"I sense movement at the end of this hallway. We should proceed with the utmost caution," Oasis was surprised to hear Corey's deep voice out loud, as he was definitely a man of few words.

Ortiz let out a dramatic exasperated sound, his eyes widening as he looked up at Corey with an incredulous expression.

"You're fucking kidding, r-right?" he choked out, suddenly pinning himself against his Mate's side and gripping onto his bicep in fright.

Corey shrugged, wrapping his arm around Ortiz's waist and yanking him further into his side.

"Stay close," was all Corey uttered down to his mate, still holding his gun out in a brave and Warrior-like way.

His voice was extremely deep, surprisingly even more so than his Alpha’s.

It was hard to believe that both Berlin and Corey came from the same litter, seeing as to how they were practically polar opposites.

Hell, Oasis considered promoting Corey to pack Beta with the way Ortiz was acting at that moment.

It was almost like he was a frightened Omega rather than the second in command of one of the most well-known packs in America.

As if to prove his point, Berlin let out a small sound of fright and buried himself even closer to Oasis, his nails digging into his Mate’s skin.

As much as he wanted to drop everything and comfort his Angel, he had to get this over with.

His entire pack could've been getting killed on the lower levels for all he knew.

"Lay low," Oasis whispered, even though his actions to remain quiet were probably futile due to the fact that Max has enhanced hearing just like the rest of them.

"I'm going to need one of you to take Berlin when we find Max. I'm killing this asshole myself."

His grip tightened around Berlin at the thought of not having him in his arms in such close proximity to that pompous dick-head but he knew that it had to be done.

Either that or he'd have probably ended up getting everyone killed because of his fucking over-protective nature.

Oasis pressed his back against the wall when they neared a large, African Rosewood door at the end of the hallway that was open just a crack, allowing a teasing sliver of light to slip through and cast a line across the wooden floor.

The Alpha could sense a presence on the other side of it but there was only one way to be sure of who it was.

With his gun held to his chest and Berlin tucked in his other arm, he peers just slightly around the corner, the line of light across the hardwood floors interrupted by the shadow of his face.

‘There he was.’

Max sat in a single chair in the center of the room, his legs draped leisurely over one another as he inspected a sharp knife as if it were a rare diamond.

His lips looked curled up in excitement as he pressed each fingertip against the tip of the blade, pressing down hard enough to draw blood before licking it off of his skin like a child would a dripping ice cream cone on a hot day.

He was obviously so intrigued in the knife that he didn't notice their presence, giving them the perfect upper hand.

The element of surprise.

Oasis gestured to Ortiz and Corey, holding up five fingers and slowly lowering them one by one in a countdown.

Four fingers.

Max frowned, trailing his finger down the blade slowly and flicked it against his skin, creating a gash across his finger that bled profusely and dripped down onto the carpeted floor of the room.

Three fingers.

The blood soaked in and Max watched with a look of satisfaction as it did so, leaving a dark red stain in the cream fabric.

Two fingers.

His face screwed up with a look of confusion as his eyes suddenly snapped up to glance around the room frantically, looking as if he had a revelation.

One finger.

An angry sneer pulled at Max's lips as his eyes locked directly at the door, the knife suddenly flying through the air straight at Oasis’ face.

‘So much for the element of surprise.’

Alpha Oasis easily jumped back to avoid the knife as it embedded itself in the wood of the door barely an inch from where his face was, the force enough to make the door swing open with a creak.

"That was too quick. I wanted a longer game." Max screeched, standing up from his chair and plopping himself onto the floor instead, pouting like a five year old that was reprimanded and given a time out on the carpet.

Oasis was quick to hand Berlin to Beta Ortiz, forcing himself to ignore his Mate’s words of protest from being separated.

The Alpha quietly instructed the both of them to stay outside of the door while he and Warrior Corey went into the room to handle Max.

Oasis had never want his Angel to see him kill someone, his soul was simply too pure to be handle being tainted by such a sight.

And knowing himself, Oasis was going to make this one particularly messy.

He cracked his neck and knuckles before walking into the room, holding one of his three guns up and aimed straight at Max’s head.

Corey did the same as he entered behind his Alpha, his eyes hard, serious and expertly focused on the target.

Max glared daggers at the two of them as they entered the room, his eyes following their every move.

His legs were sprawled out in front of him in a straddle and his arms were crossed on his chest in a manner that read 'spoiled little brat'.

It was almost amusing to see him sitting there, seemingly unfazed at the two guns pointed and ready to blow his brains out.

Just the sight of him was enough to make Oasis’ blood boil over and he could feel his canines elongate at the thought of sinking them into his esophagus.

Oasis couldn't help but think of all of the pain that Max had caused not only his mate but countless others that fell victim to his twisted agenda.

It was time to put an end to his stupidity.

"I could pull this trigger and your brains would be scattered across that carpet, so I suggest you drop the cocky act," Oasis growled out, lifting his thumb and flicking the safety off on his gun.

His Wolf, York was on the edge of coming to the surface when he sensed the man that had to audacity to rape, whip and starve their mate in such close proximity to them.

He was screaming at Oasis to just kill the bastard but the Alpha wanted Max to die at his hands and not at the hands of such an easy weapon like a gun.

‘That was taking the easy way out. But that didn't mean that I couldn't play dirty.’

Just as the demon went to respond arrogantly, a loud scream escaped his lips instead, drowned out by the sound of a gunshot.

Oasis smirked at the sight of the round bullet wound in Max's thigh and the thick fountain of blood that fell onto the cream carpet.

Although the skin was already healing around the wound from his enhanced healing abilities as a demon, unless he pulled the actual bullet out the healing would only be skin-deep.

However in a proper fashion, he suddenly began to giggle senselessly, banging on the carpet with a fist as he shook with hysterical laughter.

Oasis raised an eyebrow at his actions, looking over at Corey to see if he understood what was going on, only to be greeted with a confused shrug from him.

Max wiped just underneath his eyes as if he'd been crying from amusement, glancing at them with a satisfied smile through his laughter.

‘What the hell? Did I miss something?’

"Even though I'm mad that you ruined my game by finding me so fast, I thought that you would be smarter than that," Max chuckled out, taking in deep breaths between each bout of laughter. "Man, this just gets better and better. You're such silly boys, really. Leaving your sad excuse for a Beta and my Berlin outside unattended is really not a good idea," he added, shaking his head at them like a mother would to a child that did something ridiculous.

He patted his leg that was covered in blood, smearing it all along his hand before taking a long lick as he smiled.

‘That shit was just fucking disgusting.’

Oasis’ brow raised in worry when he suddenly sensed Berlin's distress skyrocket and Corey twirled around towards the doorway with Oasis at almost the same exact time, probably sensing the distress of his own Mate as well.

"Remember, I'm always one step ahead.," Max added, his voice suddenly deeper and holding a sinisterly serious tone to it that seemed completely out of character for him.

The sight before Oasis caused his joints to lock and York to howl out in mind-numbing pain.

There stood Callie, with a gigantic red bump on her forehead where Oasis knocked her out and a triumphant smirk gracing her lips.

She held Beta Ortiz in a head lock, the knife that was once embedded in the door pressed threateningly against his throat.

Berlin was thrown at her feet, tears of terror streaming down his face as her heeled shoe dug into his tiny baby bump.

Berlin's beautiful face twisted up in pain when she giggled much like Max did, twisting her heel deep into his skin like someone would put out a cigarette after throwing it on the ground.

"You think I'd let you get to my Master that easily? He's my mate you know," she chirped.

Something told Oasis that he should've killed the bitch when he had the chance.

Corey and Oasis growl as both of their wolves came straight to the surface.

And this was the absolute fucking last straw.

No more playing games.

Max obviously had no clue what the fuck Alpha Oasis Amador was capable of when his Mate and unborn Pup were threatened in front of him.

With that, he lunged.

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silverlab101 · 1 year

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