#im not coherent at all and my thumbs are dying now i just

[nabaath-areng]

Fuck Sweden as a nation for turning the woobification of our history and culture into one of our greatest exports, pretending to be wholesome and peaceful while profiting from conflicts elsewhere. For never having the fucking spine to take any stance ever and acting high and mighty for being "neutral", all while frothing at the mouth to get a piece of that colonial cake from the cool kids table where the superpowers are seated. For recognizing Palestine's sovereignty only to then consider a withdrawal of said recognition in response to the current genocide. For allowing islamophobia to get to the point it is now and then pointing fingers at jews as a whole. For giving less of a flying fuck about swedish jews during WW2 and until now, yet patting ourselves on the back and taking credit for heroic deeds done primarily by individuals.

I wish nothing but absolute hell and misery for Ulf Kristersson, who is even more spineless about his inaction than I thought possible. Who had nothing to say about the burnings of the torah and quran, only to claim that he stands for fighting antisemitism. Who puffed up his chest and was acting so tough about the things he would do once he became prime minister, only to hold up on none of his lofty promises in true conservative fashion. Both he and his lackeys (as well as their fanclubs of raging screaming bigots) deserve nothing but hurt and hell for continuing to destroy the lives of all marginalized groups in Sweden, all while shamelessly increasing their own salaries blatantly in the open, to then have the sheer and utter gut to declare that actively supporting genocide is within our best interests.

This country's audacity is one that only became possible because we sacrificed our neighbours safety for the sake of maintaining our own, because when your most recent war was in 1809 it's apparently not possible to even try and comprehend the horrors of modern warfare. That is, besides producing the tools for it to happen elsewhere.

#the complete disdain for compassion and humanity is abhorrent #not to mention incomprehensable #im sorry im all over the place bedridden cause bad pain day which makes me even more angry #because i want to strangle everyone in riksdagen with my bare hands #and like im sorry not to be a state hater or anything (sike) but how #and i mean HOW. can one claim that we know democracy #when the people who supposedly represent the rest of us #can just go ahead and do these types of things willy nilly as they please #how can we claim to have free will when the burdens of having to earn the right to life #by working to death and being left to die if we cant adapt to the system #and being actively drained too dry to dare take risks standing up #how can that ever be freedom? #seeing everything coming out of gaza in video audio images all of it #and feeling hopeless? powerless to do anything? #how is that NOT suppression? to break people down to the point they cant find the spirit to fight? #to cast other regular people as villains so that all energy is spent falling into bigotry? #social media is hell but its also one of our greatest tools now #its like being able to zoom out and see the greater overview of the stranglehold capitalism and colonialism has on the world #im not coherent at all and my thumbs are dying now i just #but sooner or later somethings gotta give re: the way our society is built as a whole globally

[bree-cheesy]

Can I please have a submissive!insecure!schlatt x service dom!reader!! 🙏

Like, I want to see schlatt crying about his chunkiness (I’m also a chubby!schlatt enjoyer if you couldn’t tell) due to him comparing himself to his 2019 pics (ether brought on by him or the 12 y/o’s on twitter/X) and y/n is just like ‘Fuck no! You’re so fucking beautiful that I could write like 10 novels about your beauty alone!!!’ and then proceeds to give him the best head in his entire life (immediately shattering his tough guy mask, turning him into literal putty) then it’s followed with the best pegging session in his entire existence (any coherent thoughts is gone by this heavenly experience alone) meanwhile y/n’s just kissing his face and bare body and worshiping him and his body as if he’s some sort of deity and it’s end with schlatt being a blubbering, crying, whining, moaning mess.

It’s followed by a bath aftercare, and whilst y/n’s laying on his bare chest schlatt asks y/n why they’re doing all this for him, he’s feels he doesn’t deserves it (he does!) and they reply with this absolute banger: ‘it’s because you’ve done so much of the same thing for me time and time again… without even asking anything in return… and I’m just now returning the favor.’

OMFG!!! IM DYING!!! HOLY SHIT!! I AM ACTUALLY DYING AND GOING TO HEAVEN!! I NEED THIS!!! I NEED THIS YN IN MY IRL LIFE!!!!! MY GODS!!!! 🙏🙏💗💕

-🍰 anon.

OKAY I FINALLY HAVE IDEAS I PROMISE!

🍰 Anon, I hope I haven't let you down with how long this has taken. I hope I did this amazing request justice. 🙏🙏Tried to keep it any gender kind of thing because you requested pegging so it could be a someone with a dick or someone using a strap on. Whatever you wanna imagine! :)

I haven't ever written anything like this so I'm nervous about how people will like it. :(

Word Count: 1044

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Jay had always been insecure of his body. Horrible self image from things people would say online and just his own thoughts. He always thought he was so ugly compared to you. He hated being out in public with you because he felt so unworthy. You were the most beautiful person to him in the world and he hated how he looked standing next to you.

Today had been a particularly rough day for him. He had just gotten done with his first stream in months and some of the things people were saying about him really got to him. He was standing in front of the long mirror you guys had leaned up against the wall in your bedroom with his shirt off, his hands on his belly, tears welling up in his eyes.

You walked in, not knowing what was going on. "Hey, Jay, did you see where the-" You looked over and your mouth shut when you saw the slight in front of you.

It broke your heart instantly. You knew he struggled with his self esteem, but you didn't know it was this bad. "Hey, what's goin' on?" You walked over and hugged him from behind, burying your face in his shoulder. He let out a sob and you squeezed him tighter, felling your heart break even more.

"W-Why am I so ugly? God, I look like a fucking ogre." He let go of his belly and you felt his shoulders drop. You moved to stand in front of him and gently held his face in your hands. "Why are you even with me? You deserve someone who is as beautiful as you. You deserve someone who isn't fat."

You frowned and ran your thumb over his jaw. "Why do you think that? I love you, Jay! I don't like that you think you're fat. There's nothing wrong with being a little chubby. I could write novels on how beautiful I think you are!"

He shook his head and sniffled, wiping his tears away. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He pushed your hands away and you scowled. "Don't lie to me, it's just gonna make me feel worse."

You put your hands on your hips and looked up at him, frowning. "Do I need to prove it to you or something?"

He cocked his head to the side in confusion and a soft frown formed on his face. You got down on your knees and instantly saw a blush form on his face. You pulled his now hard cock out of his shorts and pressed a soft kiss to the tip. He let out a little whine and bit his lip.

You started off slow, teasing him a little, savoring his soft moans and whines. Slowly taking it deeper into your hot wet mouth and down your throat. Your hands found their way to the back of his thighs and you started bobbing your mouth up and down his length, sucking in cheeks just enough to make his knees weak. "B-Babe... s'too much..." He whined and pawed at your hair softly, panting heavily.

You started going a little faster, taking him deeper and relishing in the feeling of his fingers tightening in your hair, not guiding your head, just holding. You pulled off and stroked him up and down, twisting your wrist as you went up. "Feel good, baby?" He moaned, sounding a little nasally and nodded, thrusting into your hand in time with your strokes.

"Just wanna make you feel good, hun.... My best boy, huh?" You kitten licked his tip while stroking and he moaned louder, not even being able to speak at that point. His words coming out like a blubbery mess. You sucked lightly on the tip while stroking him with one and hand and lightly massaging his balls with the other.

"I-I'm gonna..." He moaned and gasped, his voice whiney and needy. You could tell he was close. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and a slight pout formed on his lips.

"Cum for me, baby.... Wanna see it." He let out a loud moan and came hard in spurts on your hand, whining and pitifully bucking his hips into your hand. "Good boy..." You cleaned it all up and pushed him back on the bed, pulling off the remaining of both of your clothes. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby.... I promise."

After carefully making sure he was completely prepped and ready, you had him on his back, legs up and you slowly slid inside him. He moaned and bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned down and gave him small kisses all over his face and lips while slowly thrusting in and out of him.

"F-Fuck..." He gasped and choked on his words, locking his ankles around your waist. You went a little faster after he got used to it and he let out sounds you didn't even know could come out of him. "R-Right there... Fuck, don't stop..."

You breathed heavily and kissed him deeply while hitting that perfect spot inside him that made him melt into the bedsheets. Not able to form words and he moaned and whined loudly, probably making the whole neighborhood hear him. "So perfect.... Fuck you're amazing." He groaned out as you stroked his cock in time with the thrusts.

After a few more thrusts, he came all over his belly without warning and you slowly pulled out of him. Kissing him softly through his orgasm, you reached over to the tissues on the nightstand and cleaned him up gently. You turned on the bath while he slowly started to relax and got in with him, pressing your back against his chest and cuddling softly into him.

"Why did you do all of this? I didn't deserve it." He asked softly, stroking a hand up and down your belly.

"You're always doing the same things for me. Helping me through my bad days and just being the best person I've ever known and you never ask for anything in return. I wanted to make you feel the same way you always make me feel because I love you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead. "I love you, too."

-- Bree <3

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Any good? Finally cleared out my asks so hopefully I'll get the motivation to start some Kinktober stuff. Toodaloo!

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x you #jschlatt smut #schlatt fluff #schlatt smut #schlatt x reader #schlatt #🍰 anon

[hanasnx]

im like hey what’s up hello 😎

bfb!indy who doesn’t have any shame about the way he ogles you when your flaunting around the house in summer in a tiny bikini that covers nothing. your best friend doesn’t suspect a thing, bless her heart. trusts you so much that she’d even leave you alone with him whilst she’s out on a date.

“‘fuck you even wearing these for? they’re not covering anything.” indy’s greedy with the way his long pale fingers dig into the fat of your tits, massaging the flesh before sliding his hands over and around you to your back, pulling at the string to remove the skimpy bikini top. you’re sat front-on on his lap, having meandered into his bedroom with this exact thing in mind. you have the audacity to act innocent about it, regardless.

“indy, don’t know when she’s gonna be back.” you whine with a glossy pout, unable to help the way you hump on his lap just a little.

“indy don’t know when she’s gonna be — stop complaining, jesus. know exactly why you walked in here. gonna let me give it to you or what?” he’s focused on thumbing at your nipples that had grown stiff from the cool air of his room. you poorly stifle a high pitched whimper by pressing your teeth into your bottom lip, feeling more arousal drool from your aching hole.

“g—give me what?” you question dumbly, brain a hazy mess as soon as you’d walked into the room and seen him sprawled out, eyeing you with a hunger that only leads to deep, dirty fucking.

he bucks his hips up in response, pressing his bulge against your covered cunt. indy grins as he does so and you want to lick the spit off his sharp canines. you want to consume everything about him, right then and there. “what do you think, hm?” he sarks and your brows knit, pressing yourself harder against him as you all but hump him in your swimwear bottoms.

“anyway.” he continues, long finger sliding down your navel to curl around the shiny material of your bikini bottoms, pressing beneath the fabric and yanking them aside. “look at that. you get t’keep these on.” he then loops his hands around your backside, scooping your ass beneath his hands to help you hump your spread pussy on the length of his covered cock. “they’re pretty. ‘like that colour on you, princess.”

you whine pathetically, rolling your hips as he watches, licking over his naturally flushed lips. the way he watched you made you feel like prey, like you were something to ruin, possess, eventually devour. it only drove you closer.

“could cum just like this.” you whisper, almost ashamed of how little it took for indy to get you off. he hums, a pensive smile on his face as he tips his head to the side, slightly mockingly.

“mm. i’m generous but i’m not that generous.” he pulls your hips to a stop, overpowering you easily as he so often did. you writhe, but he doesn’t budge. “would rather you actually cum on my cock. now as much as i love looking at these pretty tits, why don’t you bend over for me sweetheart? know you’re dying for something rougher today. can see it in your eyes.”

— princessbrunette 🎀

ive read this a couple times tbh and i wish i had like... coherency to offer. like anything. but instead i just get lost in reading it again <3 oh princess we'd make such pretty babies together

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #princessbrunette #indy x reader smut

[world-of-aus]

I’ve Got You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (use of vibrator, fingering, p in v, use of daddy, princess, and sir) If you are not 18+ please stop reading here! This is not for your eyes!

A/N: this was supposed to be out this weekend BUT life happens! Anywho this is my first time trying out a more dominant(soft) side of Bucky, but with tales of submission being released in the near future I need to dip my toes somewhere and I’ll be honest I was thirst trapped all weekend. Please enjoy my mess. Happy Readings!

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He’s hard; cock twitching in his slacks as he watches you writhe helplessly on the bed.

“Bucky please,” you plead the noise dying off into a moan as a jolt of pleasure courses through you.

“Sorry what was that princess,” he hums over the sound of the vibrator buried between your legs.

You pull against the restraints holding you to the board of the bed, a smirk tugs at his lips, “what’s wrong,” he coos, “you wanted to cum didn’t you,” he questions, “you wanted to cum so badly that you even broke the rules I set for you,” his legs part, his hand gliding down his torso to cup his aching cock. “If you really stop and think about it, I’m just helping you out.”

“In fact,” he murmurs squeezing his length a low hiss falling from his lips, “why don’t you thank me for being so generous?”

He watches you writhe on the bed, your muscles tense as you try and pull away from the onslaught of pleasure coursing between your parted legs.

“Please,” you breathe, the clanking of the metal cuffs adding to the rushed noise of the room.

Bucky raises a brow, his hand stills then moves away as he sits forward. You stop moving though your thighs quiver with the anticipation of release.

“I didn’t ask you to beg princess, what I did tell you was to thank me for being so generous and letting you cum, don’t you think daddy deserves a thank you from his good girl?”

Your hips begins to roll against the vibrator, a giveaway that your moments from falling apart.

“Well,” he questions with a smirk, “what do we say princess?”

Your lips part a moan tumbling out, “t-thank you s-sir - oh god,” you squeal as your head falls back body taut and tense as your orgasm hits you.

Buckys smirk turns predatory as he watches you fall apart on the silk sheets.

A growl bubbles deep within his chest as he pushes off the chair stalking towards you.

Too lost in the pleasure you don’t catch when he closes the distance between the two of you, don’t feel the moment the bed dips or his hands reach for the strap that holds the toy to your wet heat.

Bucky wastes no time getting his hands on you, his fingers delving into your slick. Your eyes pop open back arching almost instantly as he fucks his fingers roughly into your heat.

He revels in the moans he’s drawing from you, the pleas falling from your lips, “you’re so beautiful, all spread out like this for me.”

“Bucky please,” you whine, “please,” and he can hear the struggle you give against the cuffs.

His fingers don’t slow as he looms over you, “oh you want to touch, is that it, princess wants to touch?”

You whine low in your throat, pulling on the cuffs further as you let out a pitiful ‘yes please’.  

Bucky tsked a smirk tugging at his lips as he flicked his thumb over your clit drawing your pleasure further, “see now that's too bad,” he answers, “you should have thought about that before you touched yourself, didn’t I tell you what would happen if you disobeyed tonight?”

Your thighs clenched, muscles tense at the approach of your second orgasm, though the pleasure was masked by the smack to your spread legs, “answer me,” he growls, “didn’t i tell you what would happen if you disobeyed?”

You give a futile nod, “yes what,” he questions with another smack to your thigh, his fingers stilling altogether. A low whine leaves your lips, “y-yes you told me there would be consequences if i disobeyed your rules.”

“and what rule did you disobey princess,” he questions his fingers moving within you once more.

“I-i touched myself before you got home.”

“You touched yourself before I got home,” he murmurs, his fingers buried deep in your wet heat, digits curled as he sought out the bundle of nerves that would have you screaming his name a second time.

“and since you decided to touch yourself without permission, now you don’t get to touch at all isn’t that right?”

A whine leaves your lips because god did you want to touch; wanted to feel the littered scars that kissed his sculpted body, but you had disobeyed, and you know daddy didn’t like to play. 

A smirk kisses the corner of his mouth, his body covering yours as he leans down to press his lips to yours. Its a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he demands that you cum, “C’mon princess,” he growls, fingers pressed in deep, “come for me baby, come on daddy’s fingers.”

He swallows the loud moan of his name, his tongue sliding into your mouth to muffle your screams of pleasure. You struggle against the restraints, your body trying to roll away from his fingers the pleasure overwhelming.

“ah, ah, ah,” he growls his hand slipping away from the slick between your legs, “don’t put up a fight if you know what's good for you, and you know what's good for you, don’t you princess,” he questions his pussy slicked fingers gliding up your naked body.

“yes daddy.”

“now that's a good girl,” he hums, “open, get my fingers cleaned up.”

Your lips part tongue peeking out as he brings his dips the digits passed your parted lips.

“you see, you can be good for me,” he groans grinding his aching cock against your hip, “you can be so good for me can’t you,” he questions his fingers slipping out of your lips with a wet ‘pop’.

And you were good for him, you were so good for him, but sometimes you liked to rile the burly man up, liked to see how much you could get out of him.

“You gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck this pretty pussy,” he hums fingers gliding back down to your heat

Your cunt throbs with want; the filthy promise filling you with the desire to be filled, “please,” you moan.  

“god I know you want it, always so eager for it,” he answers as he pulls away, “look at this pretty pussy,” he sounds wrecked and you’ve barely done a thing.

His fingers dipping into your heat have all coherent thoughts flying out the window, ‘fuck me’ you thought.

“you want me to fuck you princess,” he whispers leaning down to nip at you ear.

“Yes please, want you, need you to fuck me daddy,” you answer leaning up to press your mouth to his.

Bucky growls against your lips, “since you asked me so nicely.”

You watch with dazed - hungry eyes as he pushes up his hands working his own slacks down, cock springing free from the confines of his blackened material. 

Your tongue runs over your bottom lip, “like what you see sweetheart,” he grins pumping himself a few times, the tip running over you wet folds.

Another plea falls from your lips as he lines himself up with your entrance sinking in slowly, low groans falling from both of your mouths.

Bucky’s head falls back feeling your pussy clench around his aching member, “fuck that feels so good,” he hisses through gritted teeth. He falls forward forehead pressing against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face.

His eyes are dark with desire; as he sits sheathed inside of you, a desperate need grows from within you as you feel his cock throb inside of your warmth.  

“fuck me, please fuck me,” you moaning against his lips.

His hips pull back slowly, his cock dragging within you leaving behind a delicious burn, he’s just at the tip before he’s slamming back in. The pace he sets is relentless, your body sliding against the sheets till he has you nearly pressed against the head board.

His hips drive into you, hands keeping you in place as he fucks up into you.  

Moans of his name falling from your lips, in a desperate plea for release.

His thrusts grow wild, desperate, muscles tense under your legs that keep him bound to you. You loved having Bucky like this; so desperate, so needy,  so very out of control.

Your close and Bucky can tell, your walls clenching around him tightly as he draws your wound up body closer to release, “you going to cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock,” he questions fingers sliding down to circle your aching clit.

A loud moan is falling from your lips as he drops in close to you,“Cum for me y/n, come on baby cum for me,” he moans into your ear, licking over the shell of it, that’s all it takes for him to have you falling apart in his arms. Your back arches, chest pressing into his as your orgasm takes over your body. The moans falling from your lips is enough to send him over as well, his warmth filling you up, “fuck y/n!” he groans continuing to fuck you through both your orgasms.

He slumps forward body crushing yours, face nuzzling your neck as he breathes you in, “you did so good for me princess, so good,” he murmurs.

Your hands tug at the restraints fingers aching with the need to touch, Bucky’s picks up on the urgency.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry I’ve got you.”

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[bettersafethandicks]

oh gross this got out of hand i guess ill throw it in the tag im not editing it though sorry

oh to be a stupid little researcher on a team hired by the crimson raiders , oh to be attacked by the cov, to be trapped in a little outpost shack when you hear the commotion, to reach for the pistol kept in there only to have someone else grab it, leaving you to cram yourself in a equipment cabinet in a panic. 

 to hear the door be kicked open with a fanatic shout and hear your teammate get out a single gunshot through the roof of the shack before a horrid wet crunching noise and a heavy thump of a body hitting the floor, peeking through the cracked cabinet door to see enough of the prone body and handle of a thrown axe to know exactly what just happened.  staying curled up in that cabinet for what feels like hours, hand pressed over your mouth to quiet the breathing youre certain everyone can hear.

oh to hear a bandit stomp in after the gunfire has stopped, looting whatever they can.  to feel time slow to a crawl as the rummaging approaches you, adrenaline overloading your body so much its impossible to even move.  to have the door thrown open, the sudden light blinding you, a harsh laugh and a rough hand gripping your arm to wrench you free of your nest.  a screech that feels more animal than human flying from your mouth, twisting and flailing in the grip of the cultist; the sound of renewed struggles making the less coherent psychos perk up, and if you werent currently in the hands of a higher ranking bandit, youd be mauled on the spot.

insisting that youre ‘not a crimson raider- no- your team was just hired to collect data, you don’t have ties to them- ‘

until the bandit raises a gun and says ‘that’s a shame, they were looking for one of the firehawk’s little lackeys to take back, but if youre sure youre not a raider then they’ll just kill you here ‘

and suddenly youre 'a raider a raider i’m a raider please-’

to be tied up and thrown in the back of the technical with everything theyve looted and a couple bodies.  hearing someones half broken echo go off with a crimson raider at hq trying to get in contact with the research team, hearing the intercepted raider radio transmission sending out a patrol to check on you guys, the driver turning it up just for you.  by the time the radio buzzes with a “Site 859 compromised- those fucking cultists- looking for survivors- “  you’re already far into CoV territory.  

oh to be dragged in front of the twins and see them excitedly rock paper scissors over who gets you, tyreen pouting when troy wins and gloats about it as he steps down off the pedestal their thrones are on.  flinching away as he reaches for you and calls back to tyreen that you barely ever have any fun with them anyway 

being hauled off your feet like you weigh nothing, slung over his shoulder, taken to a livestreaming room as he flips on the ‘RECORDING’ sign outside the door.  sitting you half on his lap on a couch youd seen in these propaganda videos before

troy speaks with an almost playful tone  ‘Alright, now your job, little raider, is to beg and cry for help from your big bad firehawk so she crawls out from wherever she’s hiding.  Tell ‘em theyve got three days to come getcha- really sell it, y’know?’ his grip on you tightens, pressing you against him and leaning his face in so you can feel his breath on your throat, ‘maybe it’ll help to imagine that youre real scared and if she doesnt come to your rescue, youre going to be oh so slowly eaten alive...or something.’  he punctuates his instructions with a wet tongue dragging up the side of your throat, a tongue you can’t see from this angle, but it feels far too long.

cambots whirr into view, waiting for his cue-  ‘Oh! And one more thing.‘  Troy takes one of your hands into his, thumb pressing into your palm as he brings it up to his face.  “this isn’t live tv, babe, so you try and tip off the losers and we’re just gonna do another take. And every time you make me redo this-’  that tongue slides out of his mouth, twisting over your fingers as his jaw splits at the seams with an audible wet pop.  you stop breathing.  razor sharp teeth prick at your skin as he mouths at your suddenly incredibly fragile fingers, the hungry drool slicking over your skin telling you that he would like nothing more than for you to disobey.  just as fast as he revealed his monstrous features, his tongue slides back and he pulls your hand back to safety and resets his face  ‘you lose one of these.’

not having to act much at all for the camera, knowing that if lilith or a rescue team came for you theyd be heading into a trap but god you were so fucking scared and this was your only shot-  Troy smirking , speaking derisively to the future audience, arm slung so casually over your shoulders keeping you nice and close

it was over too soon, and you prayed you did a good job.  you were bait, at least, and you’d be alive long enough to have a sliver of a chance-

‘Cut!’ troy called, standing up to slide the long coat off and toss it over a nearby chair.  “right- get that out to the liarhawk and pals today.’ troy spoke to the cambot,, ‘now- im fuckin hungry, so we’re gonna do the letsflay for thursday right now, k?’  he turned to you, tongue peeking out to lick over his lips as he pushed you to your back, a spark of sheer panic making you try to jolt up, only to be held down by his prosthetic with a soft chuckle.  troy got onto the couch, straddling you and pinning your legs down, your head resting on a throw pillow that would have been comfortable if not for the current situation

his jaw started to shift as he looked down at you, his gaze almost affectionate

you stammer ‘W-wait no no you said- you said i had three days for the raiders to come and -’ 

Troy laughed, wheezing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, “oh my god you- you really- hhahahahaha sweetheart, I lied.”

midway through a laugh, his grin broke apart.  his face was an open, horrid display of teeth, too many- too many teeth- a blue tint to the drool starting to drip from that awful tongue, so eager- somehow you could tell he was still smiling as he pushed up your shirt to reveal your soft middle,

you thought you’d scream when his teeth sank in, but no- no your breath caught in your throat like youd been choked.  you didnt even feel the pain right away, just the wrong feeling of something being undone, broken apart- and then he pulled and you felt it and it was like you were being torn apart because thats exactly what was happening- your skin stretched until it met his teeth and was sliced with a jagged edge, muscle pulling and tearing to yield to his much stronger jaws and you couldnt help but watch . 

screaming, fighting, trying to kick and twist and shove him off of you, not succeeding in making him budge, your pushing hands only following his head back as he liberated the sizable chunk of meat that had been yours until very recently.  troy leaned back out of your reach, snapping his unnatural jaws to toss and catch the bloody shred, swallowing it like he was half-starved.  

A huff that mightve been a laugh came from him, gathering your flailing arms in his mechanical grip and pinning them up over your head, exposing your torso even more.  “they always wait ssso long to fight’  he slurred through blood streaked mandibles, tongue lapping over the red dripping down his jaw

your middle burned, hot and wet with pain, and when he moved in you though he’d simply take another bite but no- no he was moving to your face bringing that awful mouth to your face so close to you so close-

he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, in a way that you might call gentle if you weren’t writhing like a fish on land.  he nosed at your throat a bit, giving a low, pleased rumble as he went, moving down until you felt his fractured jaw close around the space between your shoulder and neck and bite with a soft hum , and you shrieked, bracing yourself for the tearing and ripping but he held there like that, not pulling, just-

a cold seeped into your muscles, a frigid alien wave that seemed to creep along with your heartbeat.  every pulse brought it further through you, until it ebbed away and left a sluggish heavy feeling in its wake.  down your shoulder through your arm, fingertips twitching a little before they felt too heavy to move.  slinking across your chest, up your neck, ears ringing for a moment as whatever venom he just administered hit.  against your wishes, your breathing slowed from its panicked hyperventilating.  your other arm followed shortly, struggling and grabbing at the couch’s fabric dying down to little shivers.  the chilling wave seeping down your torso, washing over the bleeding hole in your middle and pushing that agony far away, a dull, hot pressure remaining.  your legs were the last to give out, scuffling and and kicking getting slower and slower until all of you stopped. 

you let out a whine

troy, mouth still wrapped around your shoulder, let out a groan.  he swallowed the mouthful of blood that had accumulated while you were being sedated.

jaw loosening, he pulled back, saliva and blood and florescent blue venom coming away in strings from the deep bite.  the siren looked down at you, now pliant and truly helpless under him.  focusing your eyes was hard, but you could make out the red glow of his markings, seeming to pulse with your own slowing heartbeat.

he sighed happily, rolling his shoulder and letting it relax. you could distantly feel a hand running over the bleeding hole in your abdomen.  “mmh...there....now, where were we?”

#gross #local roadkill dump #troy calypso #stapleface #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you know what i do at this point you know whats in here you fucking know #you ufkcincign i do one thing i have a single ability and its 'write gross cannibalism content for me and no one else' #this is gross i love mosnter mouth bastard and being mean and incoherent and thats all i have in my pockets #i throw this on the ground and never look at it again dont @ me about the tense changes or mistakes

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this isnt even coherent anymore im sorry

Even the faint humming of the various southern bugs slammed to a halt, the whole world seeming completely still as Mae’s scream pierced the air. Her fingers grazed past Gregg’s, and she could only watch in mute horror as his body arched, roughly cut strawberry blonde hair whipping past his face as he plummeted down, down, down, to the dry, cracked, and hardened earth below.

Until something stopped his fall.

Arms toned from years of hard work wrapped around him with frightening intensity, Bea’s figure sagging slightly under the weight that had just been forced upon her, barely daring to breathe.

Everyone remained frozen, and Mae’s mind shot back to a memory from a few days earlier, where she and Gregg had been in an equal amount of peril, only to have Angus rush forwards and whisk the two of them away. His face had a similar look now- terror, shock, and a wild intensity that had Mae almost afraid to be in his vicinity. His dark eyes flashed with something so raw, and primal, Mae could’ve been fooled that it wasn’t Angus she was seeing, but a shadow of him- fierce, and cold.

But now, someone new had stepped in. And Angus’s expression was tinged with a different emotion.

/Jealousy./

"Here," Angus said, his voice clogged with relief. "I'll take him."

Bea hesitated for a split second, and Gregg, his eyes wide with fear, pushed out of her grasp, stumbling towards his boyfriend. The two met in a frantic embrace, each clinging onto to the other like they'd never see each other again, their chests rising and falling in unison.

Maybe she was mistaken? After all- Angus had every right to be concerned. She might've been mistaking jealousy for agitation, or worry.

But Mae couldn't push away the lingering feeling that there was something very, very wrong.

0-0-0-0-0-0-0

A piece of thick paper flew into the backseat, narrowly missing Mae's head.

"It's a map- snatched it from the diner."

Mae flipped the sheet in her hands, turning it at an angle until she found where she assumed they were. Probably. Maybe.

"Left!"

The frayed seatbelt dug sharply into her side as the car careened to the left, banging Mae up against the window.

"Well /damn/," Bea said, her voice light, "Give me a warning, first."

"Asshole."

"You know it!" Bea chuckled. "Also, take care of the map. It's the only one we have."

A beat of quiet.

“…Oops?” Mae whispered sheepishly.

The three turned to see the pamphlet-sized map dangling off Mae’s lap, utterly soaked by whatever drink Mae held in her hand, its colors bleeding together in a mass of swirled beiges and blues.

"God /damn it/, Mae-" Bea snapped, all of the joking tone from earlier dropping from her voice.

"It's fine! You guys have phones." Mae defended herself, picking the sopping mess off of her legs with ease.

"They. Don't. Work." Deep breaths, Bea. Deep breaths.

"And?"

"If they're not working, we don't have a GPS, which means-"

"I /know/ what it means, Bea!"

"Then we're stuck out here, in the middle of goddamn nowhere." Bea ground out in a futile attempt to level out her temper.

Mae pursed her lips, annoyance obvious on her face.  "That's not /my/ fault-"

"That doesn't fix the problem!" Bea's voice rose, nearing a shout. Yeah, screw that. There was an issue, and if screaming was the only way to get that through to Mae, so be it.

"Uh, guys?" Gregg said, "I think you might wanna see this."

Up ahead, the road which had previously been pavement, then gravel, then dirt, now dwindled away into nothing more than a stretch of weeds and dead grass.

"So..." Mae trailed off, the fire in her eyes dying a little.

"So." Angus agreed.

"We turn around?"

"I guess," Angus muttered, swiveling the car back around. A spray of mud and rocks clanged against the already patchy at best surface of the battered red truck.

Bea sat in silence, watching the gas meter creep lower and lower, in time with the rapidly setting sun.

Heavy droplets of water drummed against the windshield of the old truck, the windshield wipers working furiously to whisk them away. Not that it mattered much anyway. The sun was dropping, turning the sky an ominous red, and obscuring Bea’s vision further. She was becoming increasingly nervous by the second, twisting the car through muddied dirt roads that were almost certainly streaking its sides with grime. Where the /hell/ were they? Bea squinted at a rusted road sign, but to no avail. The paint was so badly chipped that it was completely incomprehensible.

Under normal circumstances, driving through Nebraska wouldn’t /so/ bad. Just corn fields for miles and miles. Wasn’t great, but, hell, it was a few hours she didn’t have to spend at the Pickaxe. Driving through without a map was completely different. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even seen a house.

She briefly wondered how the store was being managed. Was Germ there? Had he made sure to keep the store stocked? Did anything terrible happen? She thumbed over the keypad of her old phone, tracing her fingers across its digits.

After everything was over and they returned home (assuming they ever got out of this hell hole of a state) Angus and Gregg would be gone in a matter of weeks- days, maybe. Over a series of late night chats on the phone, Angus had informed her that they’d already called a realtor. Some of their stuff was probably already packed away, maybe in the same types of cardboard boxes that still lay unpacked in /her/ room. They’d be gone, and she’d still be there. Working at the store she’d sworn all her life to avoid.

It was a little disheartening.

Like she was saying- normally, this wouldn’t be so awful.

But with no signal, no certainty they’d have enough gas, and no way of telling where exactly they were, it was as close to hell as Bea imagined she could get.

No, she amended. With all these endless fields of corn, and the lack of conversation, it was a lot closer to /purgatory./

Gregg flopped back into his seat. "Y'know, Mae, it's not a big deal. I don't think I can read a map anyway."

“The internet is ruining the youth!” Mae remarked sagely, bobbing her head up and down as if she’d just imparted some great wisdom.

“You’re on your computer /way/ more than the rest of us.”

"That's what dropping out of college does to you- endless free time, and a thirst for spaghetti."

A hollow laugh escaped from Gregg, and he kicked his muddy shoes up onto the dashboard. "Well, guess I'll get another chance at death out here, then!"

“Shut /up/,” Angus said, his low rumble permeating the car.

Gregg stilled, tensing up. "Geez, big guy, it's not a big deal. Just a joke."

"Yeah, well, you almost fucking /died/, so I don't really want to hear what you consider a 'big deal' right now."

They sat in silence, after that.

0-0-0-0-0-0-0

The sky was a deep blue, a remnant of the rain, the winding roads more 'boy-scout trail' than 'well-tended asphalt'. Mae would've opened a window if not for the fear of being stabbed by a wayward branch.

"/Shit!/" Gregg exclaimed.

Bea flung around. "What happened? Are you okay?" She craned her neck, her brown eyes glossy in the darkness as she examined Mae. "Is Mae alright? Did something break?"

"Uh, no, none of those. Can we park the car? Please?"

"I'm not parking the car so you can get your damn sweatshirt, Gregg." Angus said.

A nervous tinge entered the smaller boy's tone. "Uh, that's the problem, Cap'n. I don't /have/ my sweatshirt. Or any of my clothes."

"...What are you talking about?" Mae could almost feel the frown in Angus's voice.

"My luggage. It's gone. I left it in the hotel." The words were said with almost convincing false confidence, but Mae could see Gregg's hands twitching beside him.

"It's okay," Mae offered, "we can just call the hotel and ask them to mail it back to us, right?"

No one spoke, waiting for Mae to realize the obvious.

"Oh. Yeah." She mumbled, sinking back into the car cushions.

Finally, Angus growled out a few words. "Sometimes you are such a goddamn child, Gregg."

"And you've had a stick up your ass since we left!" Gregg shook his head. "I don't know what's up with you. Is it because I fell? I wasn't trying to. I'm sorry."

Angus didn't respond, and the car didn't slow.

"/Fine,/" Gregg spat. "Be that way."

Soon enough, lights tore through the foggy glass windows, searing Mae's eyelids.

"Civilization. Finally." Bea snarked, although there was relief evident in her voice.

Angus's door clicked open with a pop. "Good news, too. We're about out of gas."

And, sure enough, a small, dirty shop sat awkwardly on the land, sagging and bending from years of apparent use, accompanied by two muddied, but useable motorcycles sat chained up against a pole. Flickering with all its might, a broken neon sign hung forlornly over the dilapidated porch. 'Bikes For Rent'.

"Doesn't look there's anyone home," Bea said.

"This is the first building we've seen in forever- I'm not leaving yet." Gregg walked up to the door, pounding a few times upon it. Nothing in response but the old shop creaking with the wind.

Mae watched as her best friend's eyes met hers, and then flicked over to where the bikes were loosely chained.

"No," Angus said,

"What other option do we have? Wait for who-knows-how-long for someone to come back to this dump? I'll just leave some cash, and we can get out of here."

"And how are we going to get back?"

Gregg gestured towards the road, already filing bills out of his wallet. “See that sign? That’s an exit onto I-76.”

Bea frowned. “That’s in Colorado.”

A huff. “Well, congrats- we’re in Colorado.”

Snorting, Mae traced a finger over the rusty bike chain. “So what are we gonna do? Drive to Denver on a stolen bike?”

Gregg brought out a pen from his pocket, snatching up a scrapped newspaper advertisement from the ground. “Not a bad idea. Except, I’d call this more… extended borrowing.”

“Found the keys.” Bea said.

Angus turned with a whirl to Bea. “Don’t tell me you’re okay with this?”

Bea continued walking by, tossing a set of keys to Mae. “Under the doormat.”

“Gregg, this is /theft/-“

"Just /listen/, okay? I left the damn money, I'm leaving a pick-up address, the car is parked- what the hell more can I do? Nothing is /ever/ good enough for you, is it?" Gregg seethed, his knuckles white against his dark leather jacket. For the first time in her life, Mae understood why kids had labeled Gregg as a threat in the early years of high school- right now, he looked every inch the unstable punk the town's stereotype's made him out to be.

"Come on, Mae. You're with me." He brushed past, shoving the hastily scribbled address under the faded and cracked door. Mae didn't move, and instead watched as Bea's expression morphed into solemn resignation as she stalked past.

"Mae, let's /go/." Gregg's voice contained more harshness than Mae could ever remember hearing. She found herself tripping forward without even meaning to, sliding cautiously onto the seat of the gritty bike.

Across of the little store, the pitiful exit turned into a highway, stretching for miles and miles, its lights glittering brightly, the smell of cars and oil almost welcoming in their uniqueness.

"Crimes?" She whispered, less of a question than a statement.

Gregg snapped his helmet over his eyes.

"/Crimes/."