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wolfish-nightmares · 15 days

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Name Pending

Pairings: The Group x GN!reader

Era: Season 3

Warnings: TWD gore and violence. Bad language.

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: You find a kitten on a run and are now tasked with the difficult job of naming it.

The Walking Dead Masterlist

Rick nudged your shoulder, “When he opens the door stay by me. This is your first run, don’t get cocky.”

You nodded and held your knife up. Rick finally agreed to let you go on a run with him and Daryl. His excuse was always that you were too young, despite being far older than Carl. You spent the past week learning how to handle walkers and with your recent birthday, Rick couldn’t say no anymore.

Daryl broke the chain on the door and stepped back as the walkers came rushing out. You grunted as you slammed your knife into the skull of one. When you first started learning how to kill walkers you always had a problem with the knife getting stuck. This time you gripped your knife harder and ripped it out. Rick stepped forward and stabbed the last walker before going into the store.

“Come on,” Daryl waved you forward.

You stepped over the bodies and followed behind Rick. The store shelves were still stocked full. You grinned at the sight. This amount of food is exactly what the prison needed.

“Stay cautious,” Rick walked off down an aisle so you went down a different one.

There was a group of walkers feasting on something on the floor. Since they were distracted you crept forward and stabbed the one closest to you. You pulled your knife out and the body slumped forward. As the second walker turned you quickly stabbed it as well. The third walker continued eating.

You frowned and stepped back as you realized that the walker was eating a cat. It crawled towards you with the half eaten tail hanging from its mouth. As fast as you could you stabbed it and ripped your knife back. You groaned as you wiped your knife against your pants.

The shelves were stocked full of food. You slid your bag off your back and began tossing cans inside. Carl had requested that you grab as many canned raviolis as you could so you slid all the cans off the shelf into your bag. A small sound caught your attention. You froze and looked around but when the store continued to stay silent you began to stuff other cans into your bag. This time a clear meow broke the silence of the store. You zipped your bag and slung it over your shoulder as you searched for the noise. Another shrill cry came from behind you.

A can fell from the shelf and rolled towards your feet. You bent down to pick it up as yet another rolled onto the floor. Whatever was behind the cans obviously wasn't that big, you crouched down and moved the cans. A small orange kitten was stumbling between the cans on the shelf. It hissed when you grabbed it. The kitten was small and its eyes were barely open. You could tell it was just born a few days ago. You realized that the cat the walker had been eating was most likely its mother.

There was no way you were going to leave it but obviously if you planned to keep a kitten in the prison you'd need to grab some things. You cradled the kitten against your chest as you made your way to the pet aisle. You walked up and down each aisle but you couldn't find what you needed.

“What, no kitten milk,” you groaned as you rounded the corner of the last pet aisle. “Sorry baby, looks like you're starting on wet food early.”

You shoved as many cans you could into the little space left in your bag and whatever you could fit into your pockets.

“Y/N,” Rick’s voice boomed through the store. “We're leaving!”

“Coming,” you yelled back as you did your best to get the kitten into your jacket.

They both gave you odd looks as you sped past them to the car.

“What's that,” Rick asked as he climbed into the car.

“What's what,” you asked as you looked around.

“That thing moving in your jacket.”

“Uhh, a new toy for Judith,” as you finished the sentence the kitten let out a loud ear piercing screech. Daryl shook his head as Rick glared at you. “It's a kitten.”

You pulled the wiggling mass from your jacket to show them. It screamed loudly and Rick continued to give you a glare. You gave him a nervous smile.

“That thing is your responsibility,” Rick grumbled as he turned back around and started the car.

“Yes!”

“Mmm it's a little too early to tell the gender. Most orange cats are male though,” Hershel passed the kitten back to you.

“Have you picked out a name,” Carl asked excitedly. He was the first one to notice that you brought back a kitten and nearly combusted at the sight.

You shook your head, “Not yet.”

“What about Spider-Man?”

“Spider-Man,” you chucked as you sat the kitten down. “Maybe not Spider-Man.”

“Carl,” Rick's distant yell caught his attention. He gave you a quick fist bump and took off.

You watched as the small bundle of fur began trotting away to explore. A list of possible names ran through your head but not a single one you came to felt right. Naming something was never a simple task for you. Even as a child it would take weeks for you to come up with the best name for your newest stuffie. The kitten let out a loud screech as it clawed at your bag.

“Alright tiger, calm down,” you picked up the tiny tot and grabbed a can of cat food. It continued to scream at you as you ripped open the can. “Hold on you little gremlin.”

The second you sat the can down it stopped screaming and began to scarf down the food. Thankfully you chose the softer food so it was really easy for the kitten to eat.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You grinned and jumped up to give Michonne a hug, “Thank goodness you made it back.”

“Of course I would,” she smiled and crouched down to pet the kitten. “Who's this cutie?”

“Found it on my run, a walker was munchin’ on its momma when I got there.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Name is pending, I haven't decided on one yet.”

“Well if you ever need anything for him, let me know,” she ruffled your hair before walking off to her cell.

You gently pulled the kitten away from the can. With the way it was eating there was no way it wouldn't try to eat the entire can if you left it there. It screamed and dug its claws into your knuckles.

“Hey!”

Raising a kitten was definitely going to be a task.

“What about Ron?”

You looked at Daryl, “Ron?”

“Ain’t that the name of the redhead in that book you're always readin’?”

Your jaw dropped, “You read Harry Potter?”

“Nah, you're just always takin’ to me about it. I do actually listen.”

You looked over to where the kitten was sprinting around the courtyard. It had gotten much a bit bigger now and loved running around outside. Surprisingly it never ran far and would always come back to you when it was time to head inside.

“Call and see if they'll respond.”

After saying you couldn't choose a name, Carl decided to start calling out different names to see if the kitten would respond. After Michonne started doing it too, everyone slowly began to do it. For the past few weeks everyone in the prison had been coming up with various names to try. They've suggested everything imaginable. They tried boy names, girl names, names that were gender neutral, names of food, hell they even tried random things like paper. Never once did the kitten ever respond or even show any interest in the name.

“Ron,” Daryl called out.

Like you predicted the kitten acted as if it heard nothing and continued its zoomies. You shook your head and turned back to hand Daryl another plank of wood.

“So you always want to act like you can't stand having a kitten around but you suggest the most names for it and we're sitting outside so you can build it a cat tree,” you chuckled and shook your head.

“I don't act like I don't like it.”

“Just this morning you said you hated it.”

“Damn thing was screaming in my ear this morning!”

You couldn't deny that the hellion had some lungs on it. The kitten has become the group's natural alarm clock, waking everyone up with its loud hungry cries. This morning however the kitten had decided it wanted to wake Daryl up first. You giggled at the memory of Daryl’s pissed arguing with the screaming creature.

The sound of a vehicle caught your attention. Michonne and Rick were back from their run. You sprinted off the gate so you could let them in. Daryl grabbed the kitten as Rick drove into the yard.

“We got more litter,” Michonne said as she got out of the car. “And I grabbed the candy you asked for.”

“Here,” you barely had a second to catch the bag Rick threw your way. “Picked this up for your baby. It gotta name yet?”

The thing he threw at you was a bag of cat treats. You grinned, “Thanks Rick. Nope, name is still pending.”

The kitten let out a loud yowl and sprinted towards you. You let it crawl up your leg and perch itself on your shoulder. Very early on you learned how agile the kitten was and as much as it loved running, it loved climbing even more. By now it was beyond normal to find the kitten on your shoulder like a parrot. Michonne reached forward to rub the kitten's ears.

“Here Daryl, we got everything for the tree,” Rick dropped some supplies down at Daryl's feet.

“Thanks man.”

“Well, y'all need to finish this tree soon,” Rick said. “I want everyone inside before it gets dark.”

“Yes sir,” you gave him a fake salute before picking up another piece of wood and passing it to Daryl.

“Oatmeal! Grilled Cheese! Lisa! Carter!”

The sound of Carol calling out different things woke you. You sighed and rolled over to try and go back to sleep. It had been another two weeks of trying every name possible. You had no hope for them finding a name the kitten would actually respond to.

“At this point let's just pick his name out for ‘im, he'll learn it anyways,” Daryl chimed in.

“No,” Carl snapped. “Batman! Robin! Superman! Wonder Woman! Robin!”

You chuckled and decided to just get up. The slippers Daryl snagged on his latest run were sitting under your bed. He claimed he got them for himself and yet here they were sitting in your cell. You grinned and slipped them on before heading out to the common area.

The kitten was sitting in the middle of the table. When it noticed you it quickly scampered off the table and towards you. You didn't slow your walk as it climbed up your body. By now you two had gotten so comfortable that the kitten could climb up and down even if you were moving.

“Nothing stick yet?”

Carl shook his head, “No we've been trying all morning, we even made a list”

You just chucked as you scooped some of the oatmeal from the pot. The kitten was stubborn, it knew the name game by now. Everytime they started up the call out, it was suddenly so interested in the most random things.

“Eventually we'll find it.”

“Hershel said it's been enough time,” Carol interjected.

Not a single word was said as you slung your bowl onto the table and sprinted off to Hershel's cell. He was sitting on his bed, reading the bible. You paused at this door and knocked on the wall. When he looked up and you gave him a quick smile.

“You can come in,” he closed the book and sat it down. “I assume you wanna know the gender?”

You nodded and handed the kitten to him. It let out a quick meow as Hershel lifted its tail up to look. You grimaced at the thought of how it must feel to have something hold you up and look at your junk.

“It appears that she's a girl.”

“Oh awesome,” you sat her down on the floor and she darted off. “Thanks Hershel.”

He nodded and went back to reading. You left his cell and went back to the table to finish your breakfast. During dinner Rick had asked you to join on the run he and Michonne planned for today. You wanted to try and at least eat half the bowl before Rick called for you.

“Y/N,” Carl called. “Have you seen my hat?”

“Not since it was on your head this morning,” you said as you turned to face him. “How'd you lose it?”

He frowned, “I left it on the table while I was changing.”

You shrugged, “Sorry buddy I haven't seen it.”

He nodded, “Oh hey, what did Hershel say?”

“She's a girl.”

“Dang it, I was gonna try Bruce Wayne.”

You snorted as you looked around, “Hey, can you see the kitten anywhere?”

With the way the block was set up you could always look around and find her unless she was in a cell. However when she ran from Hershel's cell she took off towards the common area. You searched around all her usual hangout spots but she was nowhere to be found.

“So we lost my hat and the cat.”

The sound of the door opening caught your attention and you spun to see Maggie and Glenn coming back inside. Maggie's face lit up when she noticed you.

“Has the kitten gotten its name yet?”

“Uh no, we're actually looking for her right now. Name is still pending.”

A loud cry cut through Maggie's next word. Carl sprinted off towards the sound with you close behind him. The sound came from upstairs, you laughed as Carl booked it up the stairs. He always made it a race to who could get you the stairs quicker. On the second story Carl's hat laid in the middle of the walkway.

“How'd it get up here,” he questioned as grabbed his hat, exposing the kitten who was curled up under his hat. She yawned and stretched before sprinting back up your leg. You loved how quickly she could get up there.

“Y/N!”

“Crap I gotta go,” you gave Carl a quick fist bump before sprinting back down the stairs. “I'm coming, Rick!”

“Do you really think it's a good idea to bring her?”

You glanced at Rick, “She deserves to get out of the prison too. She won't get in the way, I promise.”

He didn't reply, just pulled up to the store he and Michonne had found. It was much bigger and seemed to be one of those huge “we sell everything” stores. You slipped your backpack on and waited until the kitten was in her usual spot on your shoulder before following Michonne to the door.

“Still no name?”

You shook your head. She just nodded and stroked the kitten's head as Rick grabbed the bolt cutters.

“Alright, just cause the door is chained shut doesn't mean there ain't walkers in there,” Rick pointed at you. “Stay careful.”

He always made sure to specifically tell you to stay safe, despite you having been on twelve runs by now. You simply nodded and stepped back as he and Michonne banged on the doors. It was definitely smarter to kill the walkers at the door but you hated waiting for them to come up. When you could hear their low growls you pulled your knife out and readied yourself as Rick cut the chain.

The doors burst open and two walkers stepped out, they were dressed in uniforms with the store logo embroidered on their chest. Michonne sliced through their heads and their bodies crumpled to the ground with a thud. Rick stepped through the door and looked around before he waved you both in.

“Now is a good time to grab some clothes, food, and anything else you see that'll be good for the prison. If you get in trouble just scream for us,” Michonne passed you an empty duffle bag.

“Thanks,” you took the bag and split off towards the clothes.

New clothes were a luxury in the apocalypse so you did your best to find something for everyone. While you did your best to grab things that would be protective you also decided to grab some things that actually looked nice. Finding something for Daryl was the hardest out of everyone. You folded a few shirts and pants you thought he'd like and tucked them into the bag.

“Alright kitten, I think we got a good clothing haul.”

The kitten screeched as a hand reached out to you and you stumbled back as a walker suddenly came through the racks of clothes. Three more appeared, trapping you between them all. One snarled and reached for you. You tried to run but something caught your ankle and you hit the ground. Another walker had grabbed you from the ground, its back half was nothing but a bloody mess. You screamed and kicked it away but the others began to close in on you.

“Run,” you screamed to the kitten as a walker began to swipe at it.

As the kitten sprinted away you screamed, pulling the attention back to you. You scrambled away enough so you could get back up on your feet.

“Y/N!”

Rick's distant yell caught your attention, “Rick hel-”

You were cut off as the walker grabbed your shirt, tearing the fabric and pulling you back to him. It was truly shocking how strong they could be. Another of the group grabbed your arm and you did your best to fight them off but between the two of them it was helpless.

Suddenly a blur of orange came rushing past your head and launched itself at the walker holding your shirt. The kitten had come back and was now yowling as it dug into the walker's face. It let your shirt go and reached up towards her. Quickly you punched the other walker holding your arm and ripped yourself from its grip. It was no longer about your survival anymore, you had to protect the kitten.

The kitten screamed as the walker grabbed it. Fear burned through your body as you grabbed the walker. You fought the walker's grip and freed the kitten. With your knife laying somewhere on the ground you had no weapon and no way to protect yourself as the other walkers began to grab at you again. You wailed as you watched another walker take after the kitten.

“Help,” you screamed as you tried your best to fight their grip. Michonne's sword suddenly sliced through the walker's arm and Rick pulled you away. “No! Find the kitten!”

You tried your best to break Rick's grip on you but he held you tight.

“We'll find her in a second, I need to make sure you don't get bit or scratched,” his words felt like ice water, you froze as he began to check over your body. “You're okay. Hey, look at me. We'll find her.”

“A walker was chasing her,” your voice felt hollow. “What if it got her?”

A faint distant meow caught your attention, Rick didn't even have a second to process as you pushed him away and sprinted off towards the sound.

“Kitten!”

You stopped to try and listen but there was nothing. Your stomach churned as you imagined the walker with the half eaten tail dangling from its mouth. The kitten began to shriek and you took off towards the sound. Suddenly her cries died and you ran as fast as you could. Sickening images filled your head as you ran. You found the walker stumbling down an aisle but the kitten was nowhere to be seen.

“Did you eat my kitten,” you almost couldn't breathe as you asked. The walker turned and began to stumble towards you. “DID YOU EAT MY KITTEN!”

Rage boiled through your veins as the walker continued towards you. It didn't answer and you knew it couldn't but its silence only fed the fire. She was nowhere to be seen and you couldn't tell if the blood around its mouth was fresh or old. You yelled as you punched it in the face. It collapsed and you straddled it, your hands shook as you continued to punch it with all the force you could muster.

“Where's my kitten? Where's my kitten! WHERE'S MY KITTEN!?”

You beat the walker until it's face was mush. If it did eat the kitten, you wanted to make sure. You searched the walker's pants for something you could cut it open with. A box cutter was tucked into the front pockets.

“What are you doing?"

“I need to know if he ate my kitten,” you sniffled and wiped your face as you answered Michonne. The box cutter slid through the walker's skin with ease. You gagged and sobbed as you slipped your hand into its slimy insides. “Please kitten.”

When you found the stomach you pulled it out and used the box cutter to open it up. The smell made you retch. You covered your nose as Michonne checked its contents.

“Don't worry, no kitten.”

You sighed, “No kitten.”

“We'll find her I promise.”

“How,” you shook your head. “She's not responding. She's probably terrified. She doesn't have a name. How do I-”

You stopped yourself as you thought about it. She did have a name, the one word she always responded to and always came. You laughed as you realized that she had chosen her name.

“Pending!”

Just as you expected a loud yowl echoed through the store. You cried in relief as you stood up. Michonne gave you a questioning look but you just grabbed her hand.

“Pending!”

Another loud cry came and you dragged Michonne towards the sound. She finally caught on and began to call for Pending as well. You both rounded the corner of the final aisle but no kitten in sight.

“Pending,” your voice wobbled as you called out for her again. This time a softer meow came from behind the cans. You sobbed and pushed the cans away. “Hi baby.”

The relief made your legs feel like Jell-O. She purred as you picked her up and cradled her against your chest.

“Oh my god, y'all are fast,” Rick panted as he sprinted around the corner. “Why the hell were y'all yelling pending?”

You chuckled as she chirped and climbed back up to her spot on your shoulder.

“Her name is Pending.”

#the group x reader #the walking dead x reader

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wolfish-nightmares · 29 days

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Hey! I had a look at your masterlist for TWD and cant find any of the oneshots on your page? Are they released or? Any chance you could add links to them in your masterlist if they are?

Yeah I don't have any of the oneshots out yet because I am still writing them 🫣

If it's in the Masterlist but it's not linked then it's a wip I'm working on. I promise I'll get to them!

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wolfish-nightmares · 1 month

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Mortem Obire

Pairings: Hannigram x reader x Collectkin

Warnings: gore, violence, bad language, sex (non/dub-con), throat fucking, vomiting, Asa, 18+

Category: Angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 8.4k

Summary: Death is always the hardest to face.

The Four Faces of Death Masterlist

You could run away if you tried but with nobody around you knew running would only land you with knives in your back. Asa caught your attention and shook his head as if he could read your thoughts. Will gently rubbed your shoulder as you stared down Asa. He simply smirked and continued to help Arkin load the plane while Hannibal talked to the pilot.

During dinner Hannibal had explained that he would be moving everyone to Florence so that you all could start over. Now even then you probably could have put up a fight, maybe you could have screamed at them until he decided something differently or until Dr. Emory, or Asa as he’s demanded you call him, decided to knock you out.

You knew that the only way you'd get away from them was if you killed them all, something you definitely couldn't do. At least maybe not now so it was just easier for you to give in.

Instead the only fight you put up was that Will got to bring his dogs. You wailed and screamed until they untied your arms and you got to make your demand to Hannibal. When Will understood what you asked he too put his foot down. Once Hannibal agreed you finished dinner like it was a regular night.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Asa held out the bowl of meatballs to you. Hannibal’s condition for bringing the dogs was that they’d be asleep during the flight so he cooked up meatballs that had sleeping drugs inside. You took the bowl and happily passed them out to Will’s dogs and Asa’s two. Once they all had their meatball and a quick ear scratch, you turned to give Asa the bowl back but he slammed you against the plane. The grip on your throat was so tight you wheezed with every breath, he pressed his body against yours and chuckled in your ear. Instead of pulling out a knife like you expected he grinned as he brought a meatball to your lips.

“You’re going to take a nice nap on the trip.”

Eating it was far easier than fighting so you opened your mouth, besides sleeping through the entire trip would definitely be better. He kept you pinned as you ate the meatball and didn't let you up until he inspected your mouth. When he shoved his fingers all the way to the back of your throat you knew he wasn't just doing it to check if you ate it.

When he was finally satisfied after making you gag a third time he roughly shoved you to Arkin who guided you on to the plane. Hannibal was apparently still talking to the pilot but Will already was sitting down and was waiting for you. He seemed to know about the drugged meatball as well because he had a blanket and pillow sitting in what was apparently your seat.

Arkin stood in front of you until you got into a comfortable sleeping position which was laying halfway across Will’s lap. He praised you for being so good as he laid the blanket over you. The drug began to work almost as instantly as you relaxed. Soon enough it was too hard to keep your eyes open and you just fell asleep.

When you woke up the sun was shining through the open curtains. You were snuggled against someone, from the amount of scars you could feel you assumed it was Arkin. You didn't have your clothes on anymore, instead in pajamas you didn't recognize.

The curtains fluttered in the wind and you sat up to look around. The room was beautiful, it had a warm golden color scheme that felt like something out of a movie. The bed was soft and large, far larger than Hannibal's old bed. Arkin laid next to you, seemingly still asleep. He was shirtless and the golden morning sun made his pale scars stand out. You gently traced the ones on Arkin’s chest and wondered what Asa had done to him.

A wild scream tore through the silence of the house. Arkin grabbed your arm and pulled you back down on the bed. He held you against him as someone suddenly came through the door.

“Still sleeping?”

Arkin nodded and kept you from turning your head. You could tell it was Asa by his voice and wanted to see what he was doing but obviously Arkin was trying to sell that you weren't awake yet. He seemed to know what he was doing so you just went limp against him and evened out your breathing.

“What happened?”

“Nothing yet really, the specimen has a good set of vocal cords on her, I'm thinking about tearing them out. She's been a pain in the ass,” he spat the last sentence with so much venom you nearly flinched.

“I'll be down to help in a bit. I want to make sure they actually wake up first.”

Asa didn't say anything and you listened to the sound of his heavy boots as he left the room. Once he left Arkin gently brushed the stitches on your thigh, whispered a quick apology and got up, probably to go help Asa with his “specimen.” While he got dressed you left the room, wanting to explore the house. You just hoped you didn't run into the specimen, although you guessed Asa had that hidden away.

The entire house seemed to have the same golden sunlight theme that made it feel warm, especially paired with the morning glow. You walked down the hallway and noticed a few more rooms, all of them were decorated differently. Two were offices, you could tell which one was Asa’s because of all the insects plastered all over his wall. You assumed the other office was Hannibal's. There were two more rooms but you didn't care to check them.

You made a quick stop at the bathroom before going downstairs. Will’s dogs were all waiting at the bottom and you sat down on the last step so you could pet them. Arkin came pounding down the steps and breezed past you with a quick pat on the head.

The dogs followed behind him and so did you but the smell of the kitchen caught your attention so you turned around to head that direction. The kitchen definitely had a fancy, culinary look but it fit well with the house. Hannibal was standing over the stove cooking something. He grinned when he saw you.

“Good morning, you slept for a long time.”

You gave him a dead look, he said that he wasn't the one who made the damn meatball. He chuckled and asked if you'd like to help. Exploring the house more was your only mission so you shook your head and left the kitchen. You found a large dining room that had the same fancy style of Hannibal’s old house. There were all kinds of incredible decorations, you stayed in the room to look at all of them.

Eventually you left and found an open set of double doors that led to another room with a back wall of windows. There was a small set of concrete stairs leading down and you could see all the dogs laid out in the sun streaming through the large windows. You also found Will sitting at one of the couches watching something on the TV. You padded down the steps and joined him on the couch.

“Good morning,” he lifted his arm so you could lean against his side. “The dogs have been waiting for you.”

And if on cue Winston hopped up on the couch and laid down next to you, followed by one of Asa's dogs. You leaned down to pet Max and Jack as they came to lay down by Will’s feet. The others didn't care to move. You decided to stay with Will because you've already seen every part of the house you needed to. The lullaby from the TV had you in a daze, and you drifted off to sleep again.

“Hannibal finished breakfast,” Will shook you awake and helped you stand. You were still sleepy as he pulled you up and led you to the table in the dining room.

You let him sit you down and did your best to fully wake up as Hannibal, Arkin, and Asa came to the table. There were tons of different foods and Hannibal asked what you'd like to drink. It took a bit of prodding to get you to choose but eventually you did and he brought you both your drink and plate while Asa talked about how Hannibal had been able to find them jobs at a university.

“There's an opening for you too,” Asa looked at Will as Hannibal continued to hand out plates of breakfast.

You began to eat since the conversation didn't concern you and you realized that one of the dogs had slipped in and crawled under your chair. You grinned as his nose bumped your leg. You broke off a piece of sausage and slipped it down to the dog. From the feeling of his fur you assumed it was Harley.

“No, I got a slot at the farmer's market up the road, I'm gonna sell our produce and some fish I catch from the river,” Will responded and you wondered how they had put together a life over here so quickly.

“Arkin will be here to help you with that then,” Asa looked over at you. “You aren't allowed beyond the fenceline unless one of us is with you. Understand?”

You nodded your head and did your best to not draw attention to the way you were about to toss the sausage piece down to Harley. Asa went back to eating so you quickly dropped the food down and went back to feeding yourself as well.

Once you finished breakfast you excused yourself and went back to the room with the windows which, according to Hannibal, is called sunroom. There was a large bookshelf against the wall, it was stocked full of books, records, all kinds of string and thread, fishing and gardening equipment. There was also stuff that looked like a bug hunting kit, you assumed it was Asa’s. There were even a couple board and card games.

You pulled a book off the shelf and curled yourself up in one of the chairs. One of Asa’s dogs hopped up there with you and laid down against your legs. You could tell from her collar she was the one laid with you and Winston earlier. You gently ran your fingers through her fur as you read. The book was so entertaining that you didn't notice how much time had passed until you were nearly finished with it and Will came to grab you for lunch. He walked you to the kitchen before disappearing off to somewhere in the house.

Lunch was simple, something that completely threw you off, Hannibal had set out all the ingredients for everyone to make their own sandwich. Asa was already there making his along with Arkin. You wanted to ask him about his dogs' names but had he made it clear he wasn't going to communicate with you through sign. He caught you looking and asked what you wanted.

You sighed, fought back the gag that crept up your throat and took a deep breath, “I want to know your dog's names….please.”

He grinned as your voice shook, you hated the way he looked at you. Every time you talked he got this chilling look in his eyes. You could talk perfectly fine if you wanted to, the cut didn't change anything about your tongue, silence just always felt safer. Now, talking felt like you were giving into him but you just really wanted to know their names.

“Arachne is the girl and Wasp is the boy. Arkin helped me name them.”

You just nodded as you began to make your sandwich. There were so many options and you knew that the dogs would probably love most of it. So you put all the condiments you wanted on the side and stacked your sandwich full of everything. Asa watched you with a grin but not a warm one.

“Arachne likes pickles, Wasp likes ham with his turkey,” Arkin commented as he walked off with his sandwich. You watched him open a hidden door in the back of the kitchen and walk down the stairs. That's probably where Asa was holding his collection. Your stomach twisted at the thought of how quickly he was able to start that again.

Asa snapped to grab your attention, “Don't feed them too much but you can give them snacks during lunch.”

He took his plate and left through the same door Arkin did. You threw a few more things on your plate before going back to the sun room so you could eat lunch with the dogs. As Arkin said, Arachne chomped up every pickle you gave her and Wasp did refuse the turkey until you wrapped it up with a slice of ham. It was kind of shocking how spoiled they were. Will’s dogs however had no care and ate everything you gave them.

Nobody else came into the sun room for the rest of the day. So you spent the time lounging around with the dogs, reading, watching TV and wondering if this was gonna be the rest of your life. When Hannibal found you laid out on the ground with the dogs he promised you that you'd have things to do tomorrow. He seemed to understand your boredom.

Dinner was nothing crazy, just a really tasty pasta dish and Hannibal once again promised you that tomorrow would be different because he and Asa were starting work so the house would be kicking into motion. Will and Arkin chimed in and promised they had things planned to do with you. You didn't contribute to the rest of the conversation and just ate your dinner.

As Arkin and Asa washed dishes, Will taught you how to make the dog's food. You could feel the way Asa stared you down as you chopped the ingredients. The only time he looked away was when Will asked him to get the meat. He went down through the same door he did after lunch and came back with a bag of suspicious looking meat. You couldn't watch as Will chopped it up.

When it was made, Will and Asa showed you how to distribute the food. As soon as you sat the last bowl down, Asa grabbed your arm and dragged you upstairs to his office. He sat down in his chair and pulled you onto his lap. He didn't say anything, just began typing away on his computer, something for the university you assumed. You just sat there. It was probably safer not to argue with him about it and besides you had nothing to do. The sound of his typing eventually lulled you to sleep on his lap.

You woke up to the sound of Hannibal and Asa getting ready for work. It was only you and Will left in the bed, he seemed to be reading something on his iPad while he stroked your back. He poked your nose once he noticed you were awake. You scooted up closer to him and he immediately planted a kiss on your forehead. He scattered kisses all over your face as you giggled.

For a moment he paused and looked at you then pressed his lips against yours. You were shocked but kissed him back immediately. Never would you deny your attraction for Will and while you didn't expect it, you'd also never turn him down. He held you closer to him as he kissed you with more eagerness. It was so intoxicating you didn't even notice you weren't breathing until he broke the kiss to get a breath. You sighed as he kissed your neck, the feeling of his beard against your skin made you shiver.

“Mm could I have some good morning kisses?”

You gasped as Hannibal came through the door, Will just grinned and laid back down. Hannibal was already dressed and holding a tray of food you assumed was for you and Will. He raised his eyebrows at you, like he was expecting you to answer. You nodded and he passed the tray to Will as you sat up. He brought his face closer but not all the way so you leaned up and pressed your lips to him. He caught you before you could pull away and kissed you more. Hannibal was much slower and passionate about kissing compared to Will’s deep and eager style. Hannibal held your face as he gently kissed you again and again.

“Enjoy the day my loves,” he gave you another quick kiss before leaning down to kiss Will goodbye too. He grabbed his jacket and left.

Everything had happened so fast and the unexpecting kissing left your head feeling fuzzy. They acted like kissing was something you all did everyday. You stayed frozen and wondered what the dynamic between you and them was going to be like, obviously it was changing.

“Go get Arkin up for breakfast,” Will patted your thigh to get your attention. “He's down the hall in his and Asa’s room.”

You climbed out the bed and went to the end of the hall. Their door was slightly cracked but you were too scared to enter so you just knocked on the door. Before you could finish knocking Asa swung the door open and left, he walked past you like you weren't there. You stood and watched him leave as you waited at the door.

“You can come in, baby.”

Arkin was sitting up in bed when you stepped into the room. He looked like he'd been attacked, his hair was disheveled and his shirt looked like it had been ripped open. There were dark hickies covering his chest and neck. He smirked as you stared at them.

“It’s his form of marking, a way to let you know you're his,” Arkin caught your attention when he spoke. “When he marks you, he's separated the line between lust and love. Just be careful though…you'll never expect it when he finally gets you!”

He growled and sprang from the bed. You screamed and ran as he playfully chased you out down the hall. He chased you all the way back to Will and Hannibal's room and you jumped on to the bed to hide behind Will. Arkin burst through the door with a loud roar. You giggled and screamed as he pretended to be a bear. He caught your ankle and pulled you away from Will.

When the dogs started barking and howling downstairs, Will settled you both down. You climbed into bed and went back to your spot next to Will. Arkin sat next to you as Will set up the tray for breakfast.

Arkin flipped through the TV channels as Will spread the jam on your toast. You wanted to do it but Will insisted that he do it. Arkin suddenly squeezed your side and you squealed. You noticed how all of them would constantly do things to get a sound out of you. The constant ticking, poking, smacking, and scaring you gave it away. They didn't really hide it either but you also didn't understand why they had such an obsession with hearing you. Arkin tried to tickle you but you screamed and pushed his hands away.

Once you all stopped fooling around and finished your breakfast, Will insisted that everyone go with him to the lake and you rushed to get dressed. Majority of your wardrobe had just become the others’ clothes so you slid on a shirt of Arkin's and a pair of shorts you found. Will had you wear his fishing vest and found a hat for you too. He apparently planned to teach you how to fish.

You and Will met Arkin and the dogs in the sun room. It took awhile to gather all the gear and it didn't help that Buster and Ellie got tangled in some loose string. You giggled as Will freed the dogs and handed you the string. When everything was finally packed and the dogs were all calm, Arkin led everyone outside.

This was the first time you had actually seen the entirety of the back yard. It was beyond the size of any backyard you've seen. You didn't even know there was a pool. There was a huge garden full of vegetables and fruits. Will pointed out the chicken coop to you and Arkin. The garden was Will’s but the chickens were Hannibal's. You giggled at the thought of Hannibal taking care of the chickens. He didn't really look like an animal person, not even if it was for meat.

The stream was far from the house and there wasn't an easy path to get there. There were tons of rocks in the dirt and in the grass the tree roots stuck out in ways that would kind of catch your foot, even if you were staring at the ground.

At some point of it Arkin put you in front for some reason like you knew where to go and you accidentally tripped over a tree root that was right in front of you. You didn't even have a chance to save yourself and pain tore through your knee.

In an instant, you were surrounded by the dogs and Will helped you sit up. It didn't look bad until Arkin wiped away the muck and dirt. The blood just started rushing from the large hunk of skin the roots and rocks ripped away. He began looking for something to cover it and eventually used his shirt. Arachne barked in his face as he ripped up his shirt.

“I'm fixing it so I don't know why you're yelling at me,” he snapped back at her as he wrapped a shirt piece around your knee.

You giggled as she continued to bark at him. This time it sounded more like she was arguing back with him.

“If you have such a problem you do it!”

She sniffed the makeshift bandage and yawned. You laughed through your tears as Arkin pushed her away from you. He picked you up and began to walk back towards the house. Will began to follow but you shook your head.

“We have to patch you up,” he sounded confused and both he and Arkin stopped so you could “talk.” You wiggled in Arkin’s arms until he put you down.

It took an insane amount of back and forth but after a while you convinced Will to go fish. He needed some to sell tomorrow and you knew Arkin would be able to handle it. When he began to walk away you yelled and threw your arms out towards him. He turned around expecting a hug but you grabbed his face and pulled him into a quick kiss. You pushed him away as he leaned in for another.

Arkin picked you up again as you tried your best not to laugh at the pout in Will’s face. You waved him off towards the river and blew him a kiss as Arkin began to carry you back towards the house. All the dogs except for Asa’s two followed Will.

“Why haven't I gotten a kiss from you?”

Arkin's question confused you. He never displayed signs of really liking you. Besides kissing was a new thing between you and Will. Hell, you weren't even sure what gave you the courage to kiss him just then.You certainly didn't know where the courage came from when you kissed Arkin too.

Unlike Will and Hannibal who took control of the kiss, Arkin let you control it. At first it was just meant to be one kiss but the feeling of his lips against yours and his stubble scraping against your skin was addicting. You were so sucked into the moment that if he hadn't broken the kiss you probably would have kissed him until your mouth was raw. He didn't say anything, just gave you a grin and continued walking back to the house.

When you got back to the house you expected him to just set you down in the sun room but he didn't. He didn't put you down in the dining room or kitchen either. Your stomach dropped when you realized he was going to take you downstairs. For a moment you tried to wiggle out of his arms as panic began to seize you but when he pinched the skin of your torn knee you screamed and stopped fighting him.

The stairs led down into an open room with nothing but a large black couch that the dogs wasted no time hopping onto and a coffee table to match. It would have looked like a regular lounge room if it wasn’t for the other side of the wall lined with a row of metal tables that resembled the autopsy tables they used in the crime shows that came on TV. There was a short hallway that led to a bunch of rooms. He sat you down on one of the tables and you gagged at the sight of the still wet blood that covered the table next to you. Arkin grabbed your face and moved it so you faced him.

“You don’t need to worry about what’s over there.”

You nodded and watched him as he took off the shirt pieces, he poked around in the wound for a bit. It wasn’t painful, it was just really weird to watch him prod at a piece of your torn flesh and touch what you assumed was muscle. There were a couple small pieces of your skin that weren't fully ripped off and they just kind of awkwardly hung there. Arkin walked off to get some things and you kept your eyes focused on him. There was no telling what you’d find down here and you didn’t wanna test it.

When he came back he sprayed your knee a couple times, for a moment it felt like he lit your knee on fire. You didn’t mean to but the unexpected pain caused you to kick your legs out, accidentally landing a hard kick to Arkin’s stomach. He doubled over and you gasped.

“‘m sorry,” you tried to say it quietly in case it had made him mad but he just stood back up and pecked your lips.

“It’s okay.”

He continued on and cut off the awkward strands of flesh and then wrapped it properly. It didn’t take long and thankfully the bandage wasn’t uncomfortable, just made it harder to bend your knee. You expected him to let you walk back upstairs but he picked you up and carried you back to the sun room. He didn’t let you go when he got to the room. Instead he sat down in the chair and sat you up between his legs with your back against his chest. The moment he reclined the chair back both Wasp and Arachne hopped in there too.

Wasp curled up between your legs but Arachne squished herself between the arm of the chair and your body. You loved how attached to your side she had become, her protectiveness of you was unquestionable. The moment you touched her she let out a deep sigh, like she had been waiting for you to pet her. You grinned and began to pet her as Arkin flipped through the channels until he found some random movie playing.

It was surprisingly more entertaining than what you thought it was going to be. You had gotten so into the movie you didn't even realize that Arkin had his hands between your legs until you heard the sound of your zipper coming undone. For a moment you considered grabbing his arm and stopping him but when he finally touched you the thought disappeared from your mind. Your back arched and you lifted your hips against his hand. He chuckled and forced you back down.

“Stay still or I'll stop.”

You nodded your head and he went back to pleasuring you. He was going so slow and you gripped the arms of the chair as you desperately tried not to move. A whine crept up your throat as he slowed down even more. You could feel his grin against your neck.

“I'll go faster if you can tell me how good it feels,” he ground his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he was.

“It…it feels good,” your voice was quiet and he could hear the hesitance in your voice.

He kissed your neck and started to move his hand faster. As he continued with a bit more speed you let out a moan and lifted your hips again. You completely forgot about his no movement rule until he pulled his hand out of your shorts.

“No please,” you couldn't stop yourself as he zipped up your shorts.

“Sorry baby, I told you not to move.”

You whined and he scrolled through the channels until he found another movie. It was painfully obvious that even if you begged he didn't plan on continuing. With no other choice you sighed and did your best to get comfortable despite the throbbing between your legs.

The sky was beginning to grow dark when Will finally came back. You and Arkin had watched a total of seven movies and you were now flopped sideways across his lap so your legs hung off the arm of the chair.

He held up his cooler with a big grin, “The river is incredible. I got more than enough to sell and keep.”

As he pulled off his hat the front door opened and all the dogs took off to greet Asa and Hannibal. Arkin helped you out of the chair and you followed Will to the kitchen. You gasped at the amount of fish that he dumped into the sink. He grinned at you before he walked off.

“What happened to your leg darling,” Hannibal asked as he entered the kitchen.

He knelt down to inspect the bandage as you explained what happened. The way he looked up at you made your stomach flip and your hands shook a bit as you signed to him. He kissed the bandage before he stood up.

“Let's try not to let that happen again,” he glanced over at the sink and sighed. “Will, please.”

Will laughed as he came back with a knife, “I'll clean it don't worry.”

Hannibal simply shook his head and left. Will helped you up on the counter top and you watched as Will skinned and cleaned the fish. When Hannibal came back, he and Will began to make dinner. You stayed on the counter as they cooked and every time Will passed you he squeezed your thigh.

Asa and Arkin passed through the kitchen on their way to the basement. Asa stopped to look at your bandage but he didn't say anything, just patted your leg and continued on. While everyone suddenly got more affectionate, Asa seemed to be getting more distant. You didn't pay no mind to it though, your gut told you that this was the calm before the storm.

“Fish for dinner,” Arkin gave Will a questioning look. “And you're cooking?”

“Yes, Hannibal is making dessert.”

Arkin threw you a suspicious look and you couldn't help but laugh.

Dinner turned out great, which caused Arkin to throw you another suspicious look. You yet again couldn't help but laugh. Will pouted a bit when you laughed so you took an extra serving to make him feel better. When Hannibal brought out the dessert he made you tried to decline but Asa demanded that you eat it. It was cake and you couldn't deny that nearly every bite was better than the last but it was weighing heavy on your already full stomach.

After dinner Asa and Arkin washed dishes as you helped Will make the food. You could tell this was going to be the nightly dynamic. Will asked Asa to get the meat again and this time the bag he brought back had an ear in it. A sick feeling settled in your stomach but you didn't say anything. There was a good chance if you did your ear would probably end up in the bag.

It didn't take you long to realize that you were eating people. The jokes Hannibal made weren't too well hidden but as sick as it was, his food tasted good. Plus in this house making a complaint about it would do absolutely nothing. Living with them was all about picking your battles and cannibalism wasn't the battle you really wanted to fight.

You fed the dogs and Asa brought you upstairs to his office again. This time he didn't drag you but let you follow him. You whined, each step only made your stomach hurt worse. He stood at the top and waited for you.

“You shouldn't have eaten so much,” he grumbled once you got to the top.

“I didn't want to. You made me eat dessert,” you snapped. You really didn't want to speak to him but he got on your nerves with the remark.

He grabbed your throat and pulled your face closer to his, “I find it interesting how you only know how to speak when you're talking back.”

You gasped when he let you go and rubbed your throat. He pulled you into his office and on to his lap. Boredom seemed to be his favorite torture method because truly it was mind melting have to sit there as he just typed on his computer. It didn't take very long for the boredom to get to you.

The only thing you could see from your angle was the shelves of insects Asa had in his office. He had a large spider that you could clearly watch as it moved. With nothing else to entertain your attention you just watched his bugs move, although you enjoyed the tarantula the most. It's slow movements and Asa's typing had you falling in and out of sleep.

When you opened your eyes again you were still in the room but it was cold and quiet. The lights were off and Asa was gone. You groaned as you left the chair and limped over to check the spider. It was hidden and none of the other insects were moving so you left.

Arkin was asleep in his bed and you could see Hannibal in his office. Will was nowhere to be found and the clock in the hall told you it was three a.m. The dogs were all asleep in the sun room, the kitchen and dining room were empty which left the basement. Going down there wouldn't be a good idea, even if Will did happen to be down there. Instead you turned around and decided that going upstairs was the only thing you'd be doing.

You froze at the sound of a muffled groan. Another louder groan followed and you faced the door again. Curiosity was getting the best of you, this time the groans were getting faster and faster. Before you could talk yourself out of it you grabbed the handle and opened the door.

A small bell was attached to the inside handle, the high pitched ring of the bell cut through the groans. In an instant everything fell silent. Dread ran through your body, you were caught.

“Come down here,” Asa's voice was low, you could hear the anger hidden in his words.

You took a deep breath and began to limp down the stairs. Every cell in your body begged you to run but years of running taught you that you'd only be prolonging the inevitable. Midway down the stairs Asa began to come into view. He was slouched on the couch with Will still kneeling between his legs. While Asa’s noises stopped, Will didn't. You stopped at the bottom step and watched the way he bobbed his head up and down.

Asa stared at you as he held Will’s head down. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like the room was vibrating. A sick grin grew on Asa’s face as Will began to gag. When Will began to shake Asa let him up. As Will gasped for air Asa beckoned you with his finger.

The vibrations turned into tingling as you stepped forward. As you limped over there Will gave you a quick smile, which did help you feel a bit safer. Before you were even fully in front of Asa he kicked your leg behind you causing you to fall onto your injured leg. Pain shot through your entire body. The right side of your face felt completely numb and your entire peripheral vision was black.

He leaned forward and grabbed the back of your head before pulling you closer. Your ears rang as your knee was dragged against the ground. The pain left you submissive as he maneuvered you around until you were in a position to his liking. When he tapped your lips you instinctively opened your mouth. As the pain subsided and your vision cleared up you could see Will move to behind you. He pulled your arms against your back and placed his other hand under your jaw.

“Stay relaxed, if you fight it gets worse,” Will's words didn't help you relax and as Asa brought his cock head to your lips your initial panic swept back like a wave.

He gently slid his length between your lips until he reached the back of your throat. You gagged a bit but he pulled back and let you breathe again. His gentleness was unexpected and it made your stomach tingle with suspicion. He pushed his length into your mouth again and this time Will helped you set a steady pace as wrapped your lips around his cock.

The sound of his groans went right between your legs. He leaned his head back and Will pushed your head down harder, forcing you to take Asa all the way to the back of your throat. You gagged a bit but was able to get it under control.

“Fuck,” Asa cursed and grabbed your head.

Will held you tighter to keep you still as Asa began to thrust into your mouth. For a moment it was tolerable but even as you gagged he didn't slow his pace. You fought to breathe as panic gripped your chest. The second gag felt like something was coming up with it but Asa still didn't slow.

When you gagged a third time he pushed your head off him. The vomit rushed up your throat so fast you didn't get a chance to breathe. Will turned your head so you could throw up on the floor rather than Asa. You groaned and whined once you finished vomiting.

“It gets easier,” Will rubbed your back as you spit out the last bit of offending saliva.

Asa didn't say anything, just pulled you back to face him. You opened your mouth again and took his cock down your throat. Like Will said it did get easier and you were able to handle Asa’s bruising pace for a bit longer before you began gagging again. This time when you gagged Asa held your head down against him until your nose was pressed against his skin.

He groaned and rocked his hips against your face, causing you to gag even harder. You cried and dug your nails into his thigh as his rocking became rougher. You choked as he suddenly came down your throat with a deep guttural moan. When he finished he pushed your head off and Will helped you move as your stomach forced everything up.

“Good job, let it all up,” Will continued to rub your back as you threw up Asa's cum and the rest of dinner you hadn't gotten up yet. “You did incredible.”

“Go get them cleaned up,” Asa’s voice cut through Will’s praise. His belt buckled clinked against the button of his pants as he tucked himself away.

Will helped you stand, the pain of your knee made it a bit hard but eventually he was able to help you up onto your feet. Asa said nothing else, just watched you two hobble up the stairs and out of the basement. Arachne met you both at the top of the stairs, you gave her a quick scratch before Will picked you up and shooed her away. As she trotted back off to the sun room Will carried you upstairs to the bathroom.

“Would you like to shower with me and Hannibal?”

The question took you back for a second but you nodded and Will left, to get Hannibal you assumed. You groaned at the sight of your now blood soaked bandage.

“We'll fix that after our shower, darling. For now let's get you undressed,” Hannibal startled you a bit as he suddenly came into the bathroom.

Will held you steady as Hannibal helped you out of your shorts. He sighed at the state of your bandage as you pulled off the rest of your clothes. You stepped into the shower as they got undressed. Hannibal pulled off Will’s shirt and revealed the dark hickeys covering his chest and neck, much like Arkin's. He also had multiple dark hickeys on his lower stomach and near his dick.

Hannibal chuckled, “He covered my marks.”

What you didn't expect him to do was suddenly pull Will into an aggressive kiss. You could tell Hannibal was pissed, he was kissing Will far harder than you've ever seen before. Will ripped Hannibal's shirt open and pushed him off.

“You let him cover mine too.”

Hannibal grinned and you shook your head. You were tired of waiting on them so you turned the water on. Will joined you almost immediately. He pulled back against him as Hannibal stepped in as well.

You let out an unexpected moan as Will suddenly began to suck on the side of your throat. Hannibal chuckled and you moaned again as he pulled you into a kiss. Will continued to bite and mark your throat, even moving down to your shoulder. Hannibal kissed away every cry and gasp until he too made his way down to your neck. It was overwhelming, having both of them littering hickeys all over your skin.

You cried and whined but they didn't stop until they were satisfied with the amount they left on you. When they finished they each gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. You tiredly leaned against Will’s shoulder as Hannibal washed you up. Between them and Asa’s throat fucking you were exhausted.

Will held you up as Hannibal wrapped you in a towel. You weakly laughed at all the jokes they made as Will carried you to the room. He sat you down on the bed as Hannibal grabbed the stuff for your bandage. You couldn't keep your eyes open so you simply listened to them talk to each other as Hannibal worked on your knee. As Will pulled a shirt over your head their voices began to fade and sleep pulled you away.

In the beginning everything was fine. Nothing hurt when you first opened your eyes but from the moment you swallowed, your throat felt like it had been scraped open with a fork. The biggest problem with your situation was being stuck in between Will and Hannibal. They were both still dead asleep and with Will’s iron grip around your waist, you had no chance of escaping. You had no other choice than to wake them up. Hannibal woke quickly but for a moment Will just wouldn’t open his eyes. He grumbled and buried his face into your back.

“I have to pee,” every word was painful and your voice sounded terrible but you needed him to let you go.

He did, almost immediately and you shot out the bed to the bathroom. You spotted something in the mirror as you passed by the sink but you had to go so bad you didn’t stop to check. When you washed your hands you discovered that what you spotted in the mirror were dark hickeys. Your entire neck was covered in dark bruises.

You just stood there staring at them. A knock on the door interrupted you. Hannibal was on the other side with a cup of tea.

“Will told me about last night,” he handed you the cup. “It'll be sore for a day. Do these hurt?”

He gently prodded at the hickeys on your neck and you shook your head. It was a bit tender but nothing bad.

“Well I'm going to begin breakfast, could you wake the others for me?”

He didn't give you any time to respond before he was off. You took your cup and went back to the room, Will was sat up and seemed to be waiting for your return.

“How's the throat?”

You shrugged and sipped the tea. It hurt to swallow but the warmth of the tea helped sooth the horrible pain of swallowing. You jumped when Will suddenly touched your throat. He didn't poke at the hickeys like Hannibal did, just simply ran his fingers over the marks.

“I have to feed the dogs breakfast, I'll see you at the table,” he gave you a quick kiss before he left.

From the room you could see that Asa and Arkin's door was still closed which meant they were definitely still asleep. You finished the last of your tea and went to go wake them as Hannibal requested. The first and second time you knocked there wasn't a single sound so despite your gut feeling you opened the door.

They were both still asleep even as you stepped into the room. You kind of expected Asa to just wake up the second you stuck your foot in the room. Arkin seemed to sense you in the room because he opened his eyes when you got to his side of the bed. He groaned and began to shake Asa awake. You turned to walk away but Asa grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the bed.

“Who put those on you,” he didn't point but you knew he was talking about the hickeys.

You didn't say anything, not even when he grabbed your throat. Asa knew exactly who did it, there was nothing to tell. He growled and got out of bed. You yelped as he snatched your arm and dragged you out the room. His grip on your arm was tight and every time you stumbled he just picked you up and kept going. He dragged you all the way to the kitchen where Hannibal and Will were talking.

“Who put these on their neck,” he slung you in front of him as he yelled at them.

“Hannibal and I did,” Will snapped back.

“We made a deal,” Asa growled at Hannibal. When Hannibal didn't respond he pulled you back and chuckled. “Do you still want it?”

You had no clue what he was talking about but Hannibal did. He nodded to Asa and in a second Asa was dragging you out the kitchen back upstairs. You tried to reach for Arkin as he passed you on the stairs but Asa yanked you away. He dragged you all the way up to his room and shoved you into the bed.

“If you don't fight, I'll make it clean,” he brought his knife up to slice through your shirt.

Again he gave you no hint of what he meant but you were too terrified to think about fighting him. As he cut through your pants you realized what he was doing. He rolled you over on to your back and unbuckled his belt.

Surprisingly he wasn't rough as he pushed into you, probably because you stayed completely still as he did so. For a second there was a bite of pain as he fully sheathed himself inside of you but it faded quickly as he began to move. He was slow and gentle, eventually even drew a few soft moans from you. Warmth began to bloom in your stomach so you closed your eyes and focused on the sound of Asa's low groans.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped but he just grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He moved his hands up to your hips and pushed himself back inside you. You let out a loud moan as he started his new pace.

He pounded into you at a steady beat, like a drum. In, out. In, out. In, out. Boom. Boom. Boom. He fucked you with so much force your hearing became nothing but the sound of his hips hitting yours, the loud booming beat in your ear. His painfully tight grip on your hips allowed him to pull you back to meet his hips, making every stroke of his cock deeper. You wailed and grabbed his arms as pleasure grew stronger.

Then suddenly his pace became erratic and so did the beat in your head. The beat of his hips began to feel panicked and the feeling of anxiety rushed through your body as your orgasm began to grow closer much quicker. The mix of pleasure and panic caused your body to tremble. No matter how hard you shook he kept that steady pace.

Your body relaxed as he softened his thrusts a bit and leaned forward so you could clearly see his eyes. He grabbed your throat so quickly that you didn't even get a chance to take a breath before he squeezed it. He grinned as he quickened his pace back to the panicked wild beat.

Tears streamed from your face and your lungs burned as you clawed at his arms. He didn't stop, instead somehow his pace became more brutal. You gagged as your orgasm suddenly hit you. As your body tensed, he brought up a knife and began to slice you open starting from the base of your throat. The orgasm was so overwhelming that you didn't even realize he cut you until he was midway down your stomach.

The fire in your lungs burned up your throat. He continued to cut you until he reached your hips. Your vision was dark and your brain screamed for air. The buzzing in your body slowly stopped until you couldn't feel anything anymore. He stared down at you with a sick grin, his eyes colder than the devil's. As you slipped into the darkness, you wondered if this was the last time you'd look into death's eyes.

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#asa emory #the collector 2009 #the collection #argahrggshhshs

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I'm gonna start doing taglists now so if you'd like go be apart of one for any of my current series or any ones I have in the future just shoot me an ask with the name(s) of the series' you want to be on the list for!

#thank you!#taglist #wild thing #game of survival #a violent dog #the four faces of death

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hey I don’t know if you’re planning on making a tag list for Canis Lupus but if you do can I be added? I love it so far and I can’t wait to read more!

I didn't consider a tag list but I'll definitely make one!

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I support latino asa emory however I do NOT support bald asa

#asa is always latino #he's never bald #i just can't do it #he has hair #on his head #thats final #asa emory #the collector 2009

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the STRUGGLE I go through to find good arkin o'brien pictures if CRIMINAL

#arkin o'brien #please someone help #the collector 2009

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These are the dividers that I use for the wild thing series

duo teeth dividers!!! all handmade by me

works best with dark site themes!!

other colors:

please reblog if using and credit somewhere if possible!!

[ID: Three sets of dividers depicting sharp teeth between a set of jagged horizontal lines. In each divider set, the first has a row of six sharp upper teeth with longer canines and two teeth behind, while the second has a row of six sharp smaller lower teeth with slightly longer canines and four teeth behind. The first set of dividers is an off-white bone color with a dark purple outline, the second is white with a dark gray outline, and the third is gray with a black outline. /End ID.]

#wild thing #dividers #id repost the other dividers I use #but Idk where I got them #they were just in a google doc lol

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where are the links to twd masterlist?

The links to every masterlist should be in the pinned post but if it's not working here it is

TWD Masterlist

#ask

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q u i e t | csi miami ; t. speedle

|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||

** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 ; 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢

Summary ;

--- trying to stay quiet in your childhood home.. with your parents present. this will be easy, right?

Pairing ;

Tim Speedle x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected, body fluids, emphasis on reader / Tim trying to stay quiet so sounds will be overexaggerated, use of pet names (male and female ones ; baby, doll, princess, babe ), dry humping if you squint, oral sex - female receiving / male giving, lots of biting and marking, etc, teasing, holy shit.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my csi miami/vegas/ny taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba - this all your brainchild.. remember that prompt you mentioned a month ago? yeah.. this is inspired by that. @calmcoast@justmeandanoverdrive@uncrownedmox

The bed in your old bedroom is so much smaller than you remember it being. Tim slips into it behind you after he’s finished his shower and you sigh in content as his arm slips around your waist and his lips dance across your shoulders. He chuckles softly and this prompts you to roll over so that you’re lying on your side and you face him in the small bed. The creak from the mattress as you roll over facing him has both of you snickering quietly. You slip a leg over his hip and he presses a kiss against your lips.

“What was so funny, hm?” you ask, pouting in the darkness. Tim smirks at you as his hands start to roam over your sides, one of them settling against your hip. When you wiggle around to get closer, it causes you to rub yourself right against the way he’s starting to strain at thin pajama bottoms and you bite back a whine.

“Nothin, it’s just.. This,” he gestures to the room you’re currently lying in together, “Is not how I pictured your old bedroom, darlin.” and he chuckles again, a husky sound that hangs in the air for about half a seconds. You stick out your tongue.

Tim is in a playful mood tonight. Maybe it’s got everything to do with the current situation being one of his old fantasies that hung around after his teenage years were long gone, maybe it’s the fact that you’re the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with, maybe it’s both. You both said you were going to try to be on your best behavior, but right now, best behavior is the last thing you want.

“You’re feeling playful tonight.” you gasp as Tim’s hand slips up the bottom of the shirt you borrowed from him to sleep in. His hand settles against your bare cunt and he bites back a groan, his gaze fixing on you. “I’m not the one sleepin’ without panties, baby girl.” he points out, a taunting huskiness to his voice when he locks eyes with you. “I thought we said we weren’t gonna…” he’s touching you all over, his hand rubbing and squeezing your cunt as you rock yourself against it before you even stop to consider just how much noise your old mattress makes or the fact that your parents are night owls and right now, at this very moment, they’re watching the 11 o’clock news downstairs in the living room.

It’s kind of hot, the thought of Tim screwing you in your old bed, bodies tangled for hours in your old Care Bears bed sheets -that of course, your mother left on your bed to troll you, most likely. And when you rock yourself against him after turning so that your ass is pressed right against his semi-hard cock, he bites back a groan and his hands squeeze both your hip and your cunt as he presses himself into you from behind a little better as he laughs against the shell of your ear, “Do y’ really want all your stuffed animals to see what I wanna do t’ you, baby girl?”

“P-please.” you moan out, the sound seems to echo and as you rock against him again with more force, the bed frame creaks, this makes you freeze just slightly. Then you’re thinking about it and laughing at yourself. “Tim, please.” you beg all over again. “I know we said we wouldn’t..” you whine as you rock yourself into him even more, “but I want it so bad.” you moan out the words, both of you freezing when you think you hear footsteps out in the hallway.

His hand starts to rub your dripping sex again and if you thought it was throbbing before, it’s so much worse now. He nips at your earlobe and chuckles quietly. “Think you can stay quiet?” he’s almost taunting you and the look in his eyes when he rolls you so that you’re laying on your back and gazing up at him, it’s so playful like he’s teasing you. Challenging you to stay quiet. Something tells you already that he’s going to see to it that you can’t.

And this is a side of him that you haven’t seen often. He’s playful and teasing.

“If it means you’ll give me what I want,..” you roll over to face him and beg as you grab his face with your hands so that his mouth crashes against yours all over again. The bed frame lets out several long and loud creaks in the darkness of the bedroom and both of you share a look as you freeze yet again when you hear the toilet down the hall flush and footsteps make their way past your bedroom door.

Tim starts to move down your body, settling himself between your thighs as he wraps his arms around them to hold you open. His tongue drags over the insides of your thigh slowly and when his teeth sink in, leaving a harsh bite against your soft and wet flesh, you just barely manage to stop the high pitched whine short so that it leaves your mouth in a quieter one. Your fingers catch in his hair and you tug as his tongue drags up your throbbing sex, circling your clit, teasing until you have to pull his hair harder like he loves. You’re already so vocal, quiet whimpers and moans as he buries his tongue inside your cunt, fingers joining it a few seconds later. You’re trying to fuck yourself against his tongue but his hand catches hold of your hip, holding you against the bed so your movement is limited.

“Tim, I–” you whine, back arching away from the bed as he chuckles against your clit and the husky sound sends a jolt racing through your entire being, your toes beginning to dig against the printed bedsheets. “Yeah, doll?” he questions and you can hear the amusement in his tone when he chuckles again after a second or two. “Shh..” he taunts, his tongue and fingers burying deeper inside of you after he’s done leaving a string of bite marks and love bites on the inside of your thigh while bucking himself against the bed.

His cock is hard enough that it hurts and any friction is better than none until he’s finally inside of you. You whine out loud when you feel his tongue form the first letter of his first name against your sensitive and throbbing cunt. By the time he reaches the O, you’re almost shaking, barely holding on and you know you’re not nearly as quiet as you promised you’d be. But you also know by the smirk you can feel against your pelvic mound that this is exactly what Tim was hoping for, he wanted to make you a little louder, maybe even scream for him once or twice. It’s a rush for both of you, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t.

“C’mon doll, I can feel y’ tense up.. Let go, will ya?” he coaxes, your first orgasm shattering through you after he’s spelled out his name between your thighs and you’ve barely managed to keep from moaning even louder. If you could, you’d scream for him right now, that’s how good it feels when he gets like this and tries to draw everything out. And the fact that you’re both trying not to be loud or obvious only makes things feel heightened.

He glances up at you, your juices and his saliva glistening on his mouth and chin as he licks his lips.

You’re raising up carefully to grip his chin and crash your mouth against his, the taste of you heavy on your tongue as you pull him into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn.” you mumble. Tim chuckles and shakes his head, rutting himself into you as he comes up from between the sheets and gently shoves you back down against the mattress, burying his cock inside of you.

“Tomorrow night, alright? I just… Fuck, darlin.. I gotta be inside you.” he groans out against the shell of your ear as he starts to fuck into you slow and steady, an arm raised in a vain effort to keep the headboard from slamming against the wall with each thrust. The quiet creaking of the mattress sounds like it’s loud enough to wake the dead in the now silent house and both of you are fully aware that your parents have just turned off the television downstairs to come up to their own room for bed. As their footsteps make haste past your old bedroom door, Tim goes still inside you and you try to move a little, making him groan against your neck as his lips latch on. “Easy, baby girl.” he coaxes, sinking in to the hilt but going still all over again as the bathroom door down the hall creaks open and a sliver of light slips in through the crack in the bedroom door. You’re kissing and sucking his neck, your soft whines against his skin making him chuckle. “Baby, you really want it, hm?” he asks, starting to move. Slowly at first, almost painfully so. Your walls squeezing his cock has him growling against the shell of your ear softly as he tells you just how he can’t wait to fill you full.

The more he talks and the slower, deeper he fucks into you, the wetter you get, the lewd slosh as his cock slips in and buries with each deep thrust making him feral. You’re whining again, and it’s getting louder with each steady thrust he makes into you. He’s kissing you and biting at your neck gently, your fingers are digging into his shoulder and dragging over his scalp and it’s just too much when combined with the way your walls vise his thick length so he goes still.

“Love you, princess.”

“Love you too, baby.. Don’t stop don’tstoppleasedon’t..” you’re begging him to move again because you were so close to your second orgasm and all you want is for him to allow it. He chuckles because he can feel the way you’re tense beneath him. “Gonna cum for me again, baby girl?” he coaxes, almost teasing you as he starts to fuck into you all over again, slower -with each stroke nearly bringing his length all the way out only to slam back into your cunt deeper, tip brushing the spongy soft of your g-spot every other stroke because he’s getting a huge kick out of the way you’re trying so hard not to cum for him just yet and he’s determined to make you, one way or another.

“Tim, fuck..” you whine in need.

“C’mon, baby, you know what I want.” he coaxes, his mouth crashing against yours as your orgasm rips through you a second time, and kissing you only slightly deafens the moan that comes out of your mouth just a little. Your nails drag over his shoulders only to curl against muscle and dig in, leaving crescent imprints against his skin as he starts to fuck into you harder and deeper, bottoming out with every stroke as he fights off his own orgasm and grips the headboard to keep it from smashing up against the wall. But he can’t hold off much longer.

“Gonna..” he growls out against the top of your breast as his mouth latches against soft skin, “Gonna cum, fuck..” he groans as his cock starts to pulse, his seed painting your walls white as he covers your face, neck and chest in kisses, clumsy out of tempo thrusts to fuck him right through his orgasm before he goes still against you and kisses the top of your forehead.

“Have you ever…” he questions, making you blush and giggle as you shake your head no. “Nope.. I mean, aside from getting myself off a few times in college..” and your answer has Tim grinning in the darkness as he positions himself in the too-small bed behind you, neither of you even attempting to bother getting redressed as sleep settles in for both of you…

#ima combust #tim speedle #tim speedle smut #tim speedle x fem!reader

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