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#you should definitely get into far cry, the men and women are crazy and hot
Wishes Do Come True
It was like you'd been given as a gift.
Warnings : dubious consent implied, kidnapping, blood mentioned
It really did feel like a Stephen King horror story.
When you'd first been pushed to your knees infront of Joseph and his band of merry psychos, you'd just survived your car being run off the road. The wound on your forehead pulsed but atleast it had stopped weeping. This was supposed to be a calm trip toward the cabin you'd rented, lake view and all but instead you'd been kidnapped and brought to a church in the middle of nowhere.
You'd tried to catch the eye of the people sitting in the pews, but they were too content to stare in awe of the speaker. He held the room at will, a soft voice that had range and a pretty unassuming face, you had a sudden thought of human sacrifice.
His speech turned to sinners when he opened his arms and stepped towards you.
"We must push through, and find our strength in our lord to survive the rapture that is apon us." His stare was intense and focused behind his yellow aviators. "We welcome all the lost into our embrace." At this the crowd rose and cried out their agreement.
Behind the main man stood two others and a woman. Only one mattered though, for he was someone you'd met before, a long time ago when he'd been in need. You felt like you both shared a look but you weren't sure if he'd decide you were worth saving.
Between then and now, you'd been 'baptized', drugged and made to listen to Joseph's nonsense. It was only after three days of never being left alone to escape that Jacob arrived for you.
You'd been placed at the dinning table, made to eat and drink the drugged food and listen while Joseph thanked you for the care you'd given his brother all those years ago. Then the talk started of how long we'd be under ground when all came to a head, how you'd have to repopulate. That's when Joseph told you that you'd be married that evening to a man you hadn't seen in years. A man you'd only spoke to a hand full of times.
Jacobs face didn't tell you much when you looked at him, he was still and watching you back. A steely gaze, the same as it had been in the shelter. You'd asked him if this was what he wanted and he'd smirked.
"You made it clear that you'll have me at my worst," Christ, he made it sound like you'd fucked at some point. "You'll make a decent wife."
You didn't have the strength to argue, your vision was constantly blurring at the edges and Jacobs eyes would change from blue to red everytime you'd blink.
The next thing you remember was the feeling of someone removing your underwear, your arms being moved for a dress to be pulled over your head. Then you were standing back in that same church, right at the front. Jacob stood there too, his brothers and sister at the head once again. The congregation was bigger, people gathered and surrounded by heavy artillery.
You were made to kiss him, you remember the feeling of his beard and the smell of the wax he used on it, and the church bursts into sparkling snow and white fog.
Later you asked Jacob how he could've possibly have remembered you, he told you while tickling the stretched skin of your belly that the night you'd brought him his dinner, it had been the first full meal he'd had in nine months. That you'd looked him in the eye and said nothing, just nodded and let him eat.
He looked into your eyes then and told you that he never forgot the feeling of wishing things had been different, for wishing he'd had a future with someone like you. His lip curled up then.
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And you knew that down in that bunker, swollen with the child he'd bred you with, that he'd gotten his wish and maybe you were just a little thankful when you thought of what your life would've been like if he hadn't.
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If inthewinedarksea (Nellblazer/Alwayssunnyinedansgate) sees this, I want you to know that i often forget that you're no longer on this site. I recently watched Constantine and went to send you a message when your name came up gray. Watching Far Cry playthroughs again, I wanted to come ask you your thoughts.
I regularly checked your page for updates and your conversations about different fandoms.
I wish you all the best and hope that your health recovers and that your book is a success.
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Thank you for the reblog 💓
Wishes Do Come True
It was like you'd been given as a gift.
Warnings : dubious consent implied, kidnapping, blood mentioned
When you'd first been pushed to your knees infront of Joseph and his band of merry psychos, you'd just survived your car being run off the road. The wound on your forehead pulsed but atleast it had stopped weeping. This was supposed to be a calm trip toward the cabin you'd rented, lake view and all but instead you'd been kidnapped and brought to a church in the middle of nowhere.
It really did feel like a Stephen King horror story.
You'd tried to catch the eye of the people sitting in the pews, but they were too content to stare in awe of the speaker. He held the room at will, a soft voice that had range and a pretty unassuming face, you had a sudden thought of human sacrifice.
His speech turned to sinners when he opened his arms and stepped towards you.
"We must push through, and find our strength in our lord to survive the rapture that is apon us." His stare was intense and focused behind his yellow aviators. "We welcome all the lost into our embrace." At this the crowd rose and cried out their agreement.
Behind the main man stood two others and a woman. Only one mattered though, for he was someone you'd met before, a long time ago when he'd been in need. You felt like you both shared a look but you weren't sure if he'd decide you were worth saving.
Between then and now, you'd been 'baptized', drugged and made to listen to Joseph's nonsense. It was only after three days of never being left alone to escape that Jacob arrived for you.
You'd been placed at the dinning table, made to eat and drink the drugged food and listen while Joseph thanked you for the care you'd given his brother all those years ago. Then the talk started of how long we'd be under ground when all came to a head, how we'd have to repopulate. That's when Joseph told you that you'd be married that evening to a man you hadn't seen in eight years. A man you'd only spoke to a hand full of times.
Jacobs face didn't tell you much when you looked at him, he was still and watching you back. A steely gaze, the same as it had been in the shelter. You'd asked him if this was what he wanted and he'd smirked.
"You made it clear that you'll have me at my worst," Christ, he made it sound like you'd fucked at some point. "You'll make a decent wife."
You didn't have the strength to argue, your vision was constantly blurring at the edges and Jacobs eyes would change from blue to red everytime you'd blink.
The next thing you remember was the feeling of someone removing your underwear, your arms being moved for a dress to be pulled over your head. Then you were standing back in that same church, right at the front. Jacob stood there too, his brothers and sister at the head once again. The congregation was bigger, people gathered and surrounded by heavy artillery.
You were made to kiss him, you remember the feeling of his beard and the smell of the wax he used on it, and the church bursts into sparkling snow and white fog.
Later you asked Jacob how he could've possibly have remembered you, he told you while tickling the stretched skin of your belly that the night you'd brought him his dinner, it had been the first full meal he'd had in nine months. That you'd looked him in the eye and said nothing, just nodded and let him eat.
He looked into your eyes then and told you that he never forgot the feeling of wishing things had been different, for wishing he'd had a future with someone like you. His lip curled up then.
And you knew that down in that bunker, swollen with the child he'd bred you with, that he'd gotten his wish and maybe you were just a little thankful when you thought of what your life would've been like if he hadn't.
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Masterlist
Waiting For The Inevitable
FF for the Meanwolves universe
My Neighbour
Daybreakers / Ed Dalton X Reader
What The Dark Hides
Daybreakers / Frankie Dalton X Reader
Wishes Do Come True
Far Cry 5 / Jacob Seed X Reader
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Thank you for the reblog 💚
Wishes Do Come True
It was like you'd been given as a gift.
Warnings : dubious consent implied, kidnapping, blood mentioned
When you'd first been pushed to your knees infront of Joseph and his band of merry psychos, you'd just survived your car being run off the road. The wound on your forehead pulsed but atleast it had stopped weeping. This was supposed to be a calm trip toward the cabin you'd rented, lake view and all but instead you'd been kidnapped and brought to a church in the middle of nowhere.
It really did feel like a Stephen King horror story.
You'd tried to catch the eye of the people sitting in the pews, but they were too content to stare in awe of the speaker. He held the room at will, a soft voice that had range and a pretty unassuming face, you had a sudden thought of human sacrifice.
His speech turned to sinners when he opened his arms and stepped towards you.
"We must push through, and find our strength in our lord to survive the rapture that is apon us." His stare was intense and focused behind his yellow aviators. "We welcome all the lost into our embrace." At this the crowd rose and cried out their agreement.
Behind the main man stood two others and a woman. Only one mattered though, for he was someone you'd met before, a long time ago when he'd been in need. You felt like you both shared a look but you weren't sure if he'd decide you were worth saving.
Between then and now, you'd been 'baptized', drugged and made to listen to Joseph's nonsense. It was only after three days of never being left alone to escape that Jacob arrived for you.
You'd been placed at the dinning table, made to eat and drink the drugged food and listen while Joseph thanked you for the care you'd given his brother all those years ago. Then the talk started of how long we'd be under ground when all came to a head, how we'd have to repopulate. That's when Joseph told you that you'd be married that evening to a man you hadn't seen in eight years. A man you'd only spoke to a hand full of times.
Jacobs face didn't tell you much when you looked at him, he was still and watching you back. A steely gaze, the same as it had been in the shelter. You'd asked him if this was what he wanted and he'd smirked.
"You made it clear that you'll have me at my worst," Christ, he made it sound like we'd fucked at some point. "You'll make a decent wife."
You didn't have the strength to argue, your vision was constantly blurring at the edges and Jacobs eyes would change from blue to red everytime you'd blink.
The next thing you remember was the feeling of someone removing your underwear, your arms being moved for a dress to be pulled over your head. Then you were standing back in that same church, right at the front. Jacob stood there too, his brothers and sister at the head once again. The congregation was bigger, people gathered and surrounded by heavy artillery.
You were made to kiss him, you remember the feeling of his beard and the smell of the wax he used on it, and the church bursts into sparkling snow and white fog.
Later you asked Jacob how he could've possibly have remembered you, he told you while tickling the stretched skin of your belly that the night you'd brought him his dinner, it had been the first full meal he'd had in nine months. That you'd looked him in the eye and said nothing, just nodded and let him eat.
He looked into your eyes then and told you that he never forgot the feeling of wishing things had been different, for wishing he'd had a future with someone like you. His lip curled up then.
And you knew that down in that bunker, swollen with the child he'd bred you with, that he'd gotten his wish and maybe you were just a little thankful when you thought of what your life would've been like if he hadn't.
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Thank you for the reblog💗
Wishes Do Come True
It was like you'd been given as a gift.
Warnings : dubious consent implied, kidnapping, blood mentioned
When you'd first been pushed to your knees infront of Joseph and his band of merry psychos, you'd just survived your car being run off the road. The wound on your forehead pulsed but atleast it had stopped weeping. This was supposed to be a calm trip toward the cabin you'd rented, lake view and all but instead you'd been kidnapped and brought to a church in the middle of nowhere.
It really did feel like a Stephen King horror story.
You'd tried to catch the eye of the people sitting in the pews, but they were too content to stare in awe of the speaker. He held the room at will, a soft voice that had range and a pretty unassuming face, you had a sudden thought of human sacrifice.
His speech turned to sinners when he opened his arms and stepped towards you.
"We must push through, and find our strength in our lord to survive the rapture that is apon us." His stare was intense and focused behind his yellow aviators. "We welcome all the lost into our embrace." At this the crowd rose and cried out their agreement.
Behind the main man stood two others and a woman. Only one mattered though, for he was someone you'd met before, a long time ago when he'd been in need. You felt like you both shared a look but you weren't sure if he'd decide you were worth saving.
Between then and now, you'd been 'baptized', drugged and made to listen to Joseph's nonsense. It was only after three days of never being left alone to escape that Jacob arrived for you.
You'd been placed at the dinning table, made to eat and drink the drugged food and listen while Joseph thanked you for the care you'd given his brother all those years ago. Then the talk started of how long we'd be under ground when all came to a head, how we'd have to repopulate. That's when Joseph told you that you'd be married that evening to a man you hadn't seen in eight years. A man you'd only spoke to a hand full of times.
Jacobs face didn't tell you much when you looked at him, he was still and watching you back. A steely gaze, the same as it had been in the shelter. You'd asked him if this was what he wanted and he'd smirked.
"You made it clear that you'll have me at my worst," Christ, he made it sound like you'd fucked at some point. "You'll make a decent wife."
You didn't have the strength to argue, your vision was constantly blurring at the edges and Jacobs eyes would change from blue to red everytime you'd blink.
The next thing you remember was the feeling of someone removing your underwear, your arms being moved for a dress to be pulled over your head. Then you were standing back in that same church, right at the front. Jacob stood there too, his brothers and sister at the head once again. The congregation was bigger, people gathered and surrounded by heavy artillery.
You were made to kiss him, you remember the feeling of his beard and the smell of the wax he used on it, and the church bursts into sparkling snow and white fog.
Later you asked Jacob how he could've possibly have remembered you, he told you while tickling the stretched skin of your belly that the night you'd brought him his dinner, it had been the first full meal he'd had in nine months. That you'd looked him in the eye and said nothing, just nodded and let him eat.
He looked into your eyes then and told you that he never forgot the feeling of wishing things had been different, for wishing he'd had a future with someone like you. His lip curled up then.
And you knew that down in that bunker, swollen with the child he'd bred you with, that he'd gotten his wish and maybe you were just a little thankful when you thought of what your life would've been like if he hadn't.
I appreciate any and all feedback, thank you.
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Waiting For The Inevitable
A Fanfiction of @rotworld 's amazing original work, Meanwolves
If Vanagandr practiced the old ways, a not so happy ending for a human that tries an escape.
Warnings: 🔞 Non-con, kidnapping, blood mentioned, cannibalism implied
You had never planned on escaping, sure you'd watched the comings and goings of the wolves, even looked out for the van keys but it wasn't until the mayhem of a new person to torture happened, that you actually got the chance to run, so you took it.
You'd gotten away with only the shirt on your back, the one they made all the humans wear with the crude writing, so when you made it to a house, you snatched some clothes and ran some more.
You never spoke of anything that had happened to you for fear of being dragged back. You didn't even go home, you just rang your family and apologized for worrying them.
You kept to yourself, it was hard to get your feet back on the ground after being nothing more than a pet for the better part of two years. No papers, you found a job that didn't need any. You slept in the storage room of the diner that hired you and saved what money you could for a backpack and clothes. It was weeks before you tried looking for accommodation, a halfway house worse than you'd thought it would be. You didn't sleep, couldn't, but you were free.
Break times and any silence was plagued with the alpha's stories of old, of what would happen to the humans that strayed, you knew what would come your way when they found you.
You kept an ear and eye out for wolves. You knew not everyone of them was connected to your alpha but you still listened to how someone spoke or watched if they sniffed the air.
Anxiety was all you knew, keeping your collar high enough to cover the scars of ownership was a task all on its own, you often wondered how many people would recognise them if they saw.
You thought that maybe the loneliness was the worst part. They'd taken you from your life, one you didn't feel you could go back to and a forced community was still that, a community. Being under their paws meant no alone time. After that all, the only people you spoke to were your coworkers while on the clock and your grandmother once a week by phone.
The morning they came for you was on the four month anniversary of your freedom.
You'd taken the early shift, six to eleven saw mostly truckers. You immediately recognized the two men that walked in that day and sat near the door. Your hands shook, you'd slipped into the kitchen and tried to think of an escape plan, but none of it mattered when you'd opened the rear door and found that it wasn't two wolves, but three and this particular were was one you definitely never wanted to see again.
You couldn't have run, it probably would've excited them more, so you waited for Druian to make the first move. The other two came around the corner when he opened the backdoor to the van.
"If you don't move," it was more of a growl from Druian's mouth, your eyes met before yours dropped. A forced habit. "It'll be worse for you."
The two that were in the back with you had been the same ones that had taken you that fateful night, Druian in particular was the one that had drugged you, was the first to take you. This bright morning had them quiet, the silence and ignorance was loud.
It looked like a straight track home, you huffed out a laugh at the thought. Ralph asked you what was so funny, his pale eyes glinted under a dark brow. You used to think he was the prettiest of the bunch, in that van, knowing your fate, looking at his face dried your mouth.
You ignored the question and asked how they had found you.
"A prospect human had your sent all over them," Druian gruffly said, his face turned away from you, you wondered if he was disappointed by his bad choice. "We've known where you were for five weeks."
They'd known all that time, haunting you.
"Why not just kill me," you shrugged out, shaking your head "why all this nonsense?"
They were deadly still, like the motion of the vans movements didn't touch them. They didn't answer you, even when you asked again. You figured you were enemy number one, and deserved what was coming.
When the van came apon the sign indicating you were close, the air fizzled, the wolves had been agitated the whole time but it only escalated then. Druian was the one that dragged you out, his hand on your should as the they matched you to a clearing far behind the main communal building.
There you saw the crowd, the human that started this all was there amongst the wolves. Most were naked, some half shifted like they'd started and hadn't finished. The alpha stood in the middle, naked and broad, behind him was a table and fire pit, you took a deep, shaky breath.
It smelt the same, you'd lived through and seen the seasons, felt the air as the leaves changed, died and regrew. This place was beautiful, you could've seen yourself happy here, but no matter how hard you tried, it creeped back in just how much they had taken from you.
Your clothes were ripped off, the elastic of your underwear left welts. The chilled air pebbled your nipples but it was Vanagandr's steely gaze that sent shivers down your spine.
The alpha started to shift then, you'd never seen it so slow and you knew that he was doing it to scare you further. Scarred, tattooed flesh gave way to a hunking mass of hair that rushed you. You hadn't known he'd hit you until your back was on the ground and felt pain in your chest, he'd clawed at you, deep gauges that bled profusely. He roared into your face before clamping down on your shoulder with his maw. An image of a rabid dog shaking a child came to mind, and you'd wondered if he'd take the whole thing, bone and all with him.
Then he pulled back, blood spraying across your face, his body had shifted to that half man creature that haunted your dreams before he flipped you into you front and then, he was in you, using your body.
You'd screamed, wailed, the taste of salt from your tears and blood filled your mouth. Your fingers curled into the muck beneath you, pine needles wedged under nails.
You lifted your head to look up, the humans avoided you eyes but the wolves relished in your suffering. Huffing and puffing at the display their alpha put on, most were erect but didn't touch themselves. All those years of good behaviour and loving touches gone. Their true colours always showed when they had prey under them.
You spotted Linden in the fray, his face hidden by the shadow of the tall trees behind him, you reached a filthy hand toward him, he never moved from his spot.
There's wasn't enough lubrication to make it pleasurable, even for Vanagandr but it was the pain and agony he needed to get off.
It lasted longer than you thought it would, your throat was raw and your chest ached as dirt was packed into the wounds. He didn't cum just ripped his cock from your bloody hole and pulled you up by your hair. Your body was thrown onto the craving table, the alpha's breath was sour with your blood as he snarled into your face.
"You have a choice," you heard more growling from the crowd. " You become fuel for the very ones you betrayed or you take everyone for as long as they'll have you and I'll bring you back into the fold." His clawed hand was in your hair, other bodies had surrounded you at this stage.
These were your choices, be eaten or fucked to death? The pain had made it hard to keep your eyes focused on Vanagandr's. At one time this man had convinced you that you were loved, the same alpha started at you with hate. They hated you, so you choose your only option.
"Fuck you, my Alpha." You spat through the blood and snot.
Vanagandr smiled, it was awful, his mouth stretched wider with too many sharp teeth, "I always knew what was under all that meekness." He reared back and shouted out that there would be a feast.
You fought the dizzy haze and turned your head to look around again, the humans were in shock. You were one of them, someone that shared the same pain, cried and kept secrets with.
Now, they'd have to eat you.
Two wolves ran off to start the fire, the alpha didn't need a knife, he had his own tools.
As you layed bare and in agony, the blood pooling under you, your eyes turned back to the faces staring down at you of the wolves that stole you away. You thought of all the times they'd laughed with you, showed you the best spots to watch the stars, caressed your body, it was all so fucking sad. Your eyes watered, you thought of your grandmother who would wait for a call that would never come.
Your alpha lifted his hand, shining vicious claws and your eyes closed for the final time.
I added an oc because I didn't think Sawyer would just jump in the van for a runaway pick up.
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Waiting For The Inevitable
A Fanfiction of @rotworld 's amazing original work, Meanwolves
If Vanagandr practiced the old ways, a not so happy ending for a human that tries an escape.
Warnings: 🔞 Non-con, kidnapping, blood mentioned, cannibalism implied
You had never planned on escaping, sure you'd watched the comings and goings of the wolves, even looked out for the van keys but it wasn't until the mayhem of a new person to torture happened, that you actually got the chance to run, so you took it.
You'd gotten away with only the shirt on your back, the one they made all the humans wear with the crude writing, so when you made it to a house, you snatched some clothes and ran some more.
You never spoke of anything that had happened to you for fear of being dragged back. You didn't even go home, you just rang your family and apologized for worrying them.
You kept to yourself, it was hard to get your feet back on the ground after being nothing more than a pet for the better part of two years. No papers, you found a job that didn't need any. You slept in the storage room of the diner that hired you and saved what money you could for a backpack and clothes. It was weeks before you tried looking for accommodation, a halfway house worse than you'd thought it would be. You didn't sleep, couldn't, but you were free.
Break times and any silence was plagued with the alpha's stories of old, of what would happen to the humans that strayed, you knew what would come your way when they found you.
You kept an ear and eye out for wolves. You knew not everyone of them was connected to your alpha but you still listened to how someone spoke or watched if they sniffed the air.
Anxiety was all you knew, keeping your collar high enough to cover the scars of ownership was a task all on its own, you often wondered how many people would recognise them if they saw.
You thought that maybe the loneliness was the worst part. They'd taken you from your life, one you didn't feel you could go back to and a forced community was still that, a community. Being under their paws meant no alone time. After that all, the only people you spoke to were your coworkers while on the clock and your grandmother once a week by phone.
The morning they came for you was on the four month anniversary of your freedom.
You'd taken the early shift, six to eleven saw mostly truckers. You immediately recognized the two men that walked in that day and sat near the door. Your hands shook, you'd slipped into the kitchen and tried to think of an escape plan, but none of it mattered when you'd opened the rear door and found that it wasn't two wolves, but three and this particular were was one you definitely never wanted to see again.
You couldn't have run, it probably would've excited them more, so you waited for Druian to make the first move. The other two came around the corner when he opened the backdoor to the van.
"If you don't move," it was more of a growl from Druian's mouth, your eyes met before yours dropped. A forced habit. "It'll be worse for you."
The two that were in the back with you had been the same ones that had taken you that fateful night, Druian in particular was the one that had drugged you, was the first to take you. This bright morning had them quiet, the silence and ignorance was loud.
It looked like a straight track home, you huffed out a laugh at the thought. Ralph asked you what was so funny, his pale eyes glinted under a dark brow. You used to think he was the prettiest of the bunch, in that van, knowing your fate, looking at his face dried your mouth.
You ignored the question and asked how they had found you.
"A prospect human had your sent all over them," Druian gruffly said, his face turned away from you, you wondered if he was disappointed by his bad choice. "We've known where you were for five weeks."
They'd known all that time, haunting you.
"Why not just kill me," you shrugged out, shaking your head "why all this nonsense?"
They were deadly still, like the motion of the vans movements didn't touch them. They didn't answer you, even when you asked again. You figured you were enemy number one, and deserved what was coming.
When the van came apon the sign indicating you were close, the air fizzled, the wolves had been agitated the whole time but it only escalated then. Druian was the one that dragged you out, his hand on your should as the they matched you to a clearing far behind the main communal building.
There you saw the crowd, the human that started this all was there amongst the wolves. Most were naked, some half shifted like they'd started and hadn't finished. The alpha stood in the middle, naked and broad, behind him was a table and fire pit, you took a deep, shaky breath.
It smelt the same, you'd lived through and seen the seasons, felt the air as the leaves changed, died and regrew. This place was beautiful, you could've seen yourself happy here, but no matter how hard you tried, it creeped back in just how much they had taken from you.
Your clothes were ripped off, the elastic of your underwear left welts. The chilled air pebbled your nipples but it was Vanagandr's steely gaze that sent shivers down your spine.
The alpha started to shift then, you'd never seen it so slow and you knew that he was doing it to scare you further. Scarred, tattooed flesh gave way to a hunking mass of hair that rushed you. You hadn't known he'd hit you until your back was on the ground and felt pain in your chest, he'd clawed at you, deep gauges that bled profusely. He roared into your face before clamping down on your shoulder with his maw. An image of a rabid dog shaking a child came to mind, and you'd wondered if he'd take the whole thing, bone and all with him.
Then he pulled back, blood spraying across your face, his body had shifted to that half man creature that haunted your dreams before he flipped you into you front and then, he was in you, using your body.
You'd screamed, wailed, the taste of salt from your tears and blood filled your mouth. Your fingers curled into the muck beneath you, pine needles wedged under nails.
You lifted your head to look up, the humans avoided you eyes but the wolves relished in your suffering. Huffing and puffing at the display their alpha put on, most were erect but didn't touch themselves. All those years of good behaviour and loving touches gone. Their true colours always showed when they had prey under them.
You spotted Linden in the fray, his face hidden by the shadow of the tall trees behind him, you reached a filthy hand toward him, he never moved from his spot.
There's wasn't enough lubrication to make it pleasurable, even for Vanagandr but it was the pain and agony he needed to get off.
It lasted longer than you thought it would, your throat was raw and your chest ached as dirt was packed into the wounds. He didn't cum just ripped his cock from your bloody hole and pulled you up by your hair. Your body was thrown onto the craving table, the alpha's breath was sour with your blood as he snarled into your face.
"You have a choice," you heard more growling from the crowd. " You become fuel for the very ones you betrayed or you take everyone for as long as they'll have you and I'll bring you back into the fold." His clawed hand was in your hair, other bodies had surrounded you at this stage.
These were your choices, be eaten or fucked to death? The pain had made it hard to keep your eyes focused on Vanagandr's. At one time this man had convinced you that you were loved, the same alpha started at you with hate. They hated you, so you choose your only option.
"Fuck you, my Alpha." You spat through the blood and snot.
Vanagandr smiled, it was awful, his mouth stretched wider with too many sharp teeth, "I always knew what was under all that meekness." He reared back and shouted out that there would be a feast.
You fought the dizzy haze and turned your head to look around again, the humans were in shock. You were one of them, someone that shared the same pain, cried and kept secrets with.
Now, they'd have to eat you.
Two wolves ran off to start the fire, the alpha didn't need a knife, he had his own tools.
As you layed bare and in agony, the blood pooling under you, your eyes turned back to the faces staring down at you of the wolves that stole you away. You thought of all the times they'd laughed with you, showed you the best spots to watch the stars, caressed your body, it was all so fucking sad. Your eyes watered, you thought of your grandmother who would wait for a call that would never come.
Your alpha lifted his hand, shining vicious claws and your eyes closed for the final time.
I added an oc because I didn't think Sawyer would just jump in the van for a runaway pick up.
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Wishes Do Come True
It was like you'd been given as a gift.
Warnings : dubious consent implied, kidnapping, blood mentioned
It really did feel like a Stephen King horror story.
When you'd first been pushed to your knees infront of Joseph and his band of merry psychos, you'd just survived your car being run off the road. The wound on your forehead pulsed but atleast it had stopped weeping. This was supposed to be a calm trip toward the cabin you'd rented, lake view and all but instead you'd been kidnapped and brought to a church in the middle of nowhere.
You'd tried to catch the eye of the people sitting in the pews, but they were too content to stare in awe of the speaker. He held the room at will, a soft voice that had range and a pretty unassuming face, you had a sudden thought of human sacrifice.
His speech turned to sinners when he opened his arms and stepped towards you.
"We must push through, and find our strength in our lord to survive the rapture that is apon us." His stare was intense and focused behind his yellow aviators. "We welcome all the lost into our embrace." At this the crowd rose and cried out their agreement.
Behind the main man stood two others and a woman. Only one mattered though, for he was someone you'd met before, a long time ago when he'd been in need. You felt like you both shared a look but you weren't sure if he'd decide you were worth saving.
Between then and now, you'd been 'baptized', drugged and made to listen to Joseph's nonsense. It was only after three days of never being left alone to escape that Jacob arrived for you.
You'd been placed at the dinning table, made to eat and drink the drugged food and listen while Joseph thanked you for the care you'd given his brother all those years ago. Then the talk started of how long we'd be under ground when all came to a head, how you'd have to repopulate. That's when Joseph told you that you'd be married that evening to a man you hadn't seen in years. A man you'd only spoke to a hand full of times.
Jacobs face didn't tell you much when you looked at him, he was still and watching you back. A steely gaze, the same as it had been in the shelter. You'd asked him if this was what he wanted and he'd smirked.
"You made it clear that you'll have me at my worst," Christ, he made it sound like you'd fucked at some point. "You'll make a decent wife."
You didn't have the strength to argue, your vision was constantly blurring at the edges and Jacobs eyes would change from blue to red everytime you'd blink.
The next thing you remember was the feeling of someone removing your underwear, your arms being moved for a dress to be pulled over your head. Then you were standing back in that same church, right at the front. Jacob stood there too, his brothers and sister at the head once again. The congregation was bigger, people gathered and surrounded by heavy artillery.
You were made to kiss him, you remember the feeling of his beard and the smell of the wax he used on it, and the church bursts into sparkling snow and white fog.
Later you asked Jacob how he could've possibly have remembered you, he told you while tickling the stretched skin of your belly that the night you'd brought him his dinner, it had been the first full meal he'd had in nine months. That you'd looked him in the eye and said nothing, just nodded and let him eat.
He looked into your eyes then and told you that he never forgot the feeling of wishing things had been different, for wishing he'd had a future with someone like you. His lip curled up then.
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And you knew that down in that bunker, swollen with the child he'd bred you with, that he'd gotten his wish and maybe you were just a little thankful when you thought of what your life would've been like if he hadn't.
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What the Dark Hides
I'd met him before the outbreak happened.
Warnings : 🔞 smut, blood mentioned.
The arrangement that we had wasn't discussed or talked about past a when and where. It was a surprise to me when the first night happened, even more when he made an effort for it to happen again.
Frankie was gorgeous, his sandy coloured hair complemented his deep blue eyes. Effortless style and boyish smile, he was the bad boy every woman wants to have but can't bare to keep.
I met him when he'd just finished selling a bag of whatever to another patron in a bar one night, slid up beside me and didn't say a word, just sipped at bottle of beer. It was me that tried for conversation, I figured he was too good looking to entertain anything more than a chat with me. When I realised he was biting back, we slipped out the rear door and he took me up against the wall. I could smell the rubbish and feel the grittiness of the plaster, but it didn't matter because this beautiful man had his mouth on mine nearly the whole time and his dark aftershave cut through the stink. I didn't cum but the thrill was enough, and when I pulled up my knickers, I thanked him for the ride and walked right back into the fray.
After that he'd call to my home, he seemed to have a sense for when I was home alone. It was never romantic but he enjoyed my body as much as I enjoyed his. Sometimes he'd stay and watch my TV, I'd make him something to eat. We talked a little about our families, both of us had siblings and felt like burdens. I didn't know if he had other partners that he went to, if he had a wife but I wasn't going to move him in anytime soon, so none of it really mattered.
I'd heard all about the sickness that was spreading, saw attacks in the streets and shops, people latching onto strangers and loved ones alike. The virus had unusual side affects and the governments were scrambling for control. I think it was eight months after the first case appeared in America that Frankie came back to me changed.
It was late that evening, quiet and colder than usual, and I was standing in the kitchen pouring myself a hot drink. I didn't even hear him come through the door or step into the kitchen but I felt him at my back, his hands suddenly at my waist, moving quickly to slide around to my front. I knew his body intimately and wasn't very startled but he was freezing and I immediately thought about how cold it must've been outside.
I laughed, "Haven't heard from you in a while." I finished up my drink and relaxed into his hold.
The blonde doesn't speak instead his head nuzzled into my shoulder, pressing his whole body into mine.
I thought about the last conversation we'd had that resulted in him storming out. He'd been to an army recruitment day and was being prompted to get the infection for performance enhancement, there was talk of a non-human secor. He was convinced then and there and when he'd gotten to my place he had decided that we should go through the change together. I wasn't sure, I'd heard about the missing persons and people infecting children and couldn't see myself going through the whole ordeal, having to drink blood didn't sound great to me. Frankie got up and left, the door slamming was the last I heard of him for three weeks.
Back in the kitchen I touched his wrist, his skin so cold, I asked him if he wanted a drink, "Maybe we could find something else that would warm you up." I said while I started to rock us.
Still he said nothing, and had started to mouth at my neck. I wasn't overly nervous but his silence was unusual. It wasn't until I tried to turn and face him that his grip turned rough.
"C'mon Frankie, let up." I made sure to be clear when I spoke, i pulled at his hands while he sucked on the sensitive skin under my ear. "Stop it".
I went dead still when he growled, it was deep and gravelly. Then he started to move, pulling us from the kitchen to the hall, keeping behind me the whole time. All the lights were out, he must've turned them off when he came in. I didn't fight him much but I knew we'd have to have a talk.
Only after we got to my bedroom and the door was shut did he speak, "I missed you." It was the same soft timber he had, i hadn't expected him to say that.
I decided then that the chat could wait and reached for his face. I let my thumbs map his face in the dark, only his shape was visible to me. He lent in to my hands again surprising me with his attitude, he wasn't like this.
Frankie pressed his lips to mine, a deep kiss so slow I fell straight into it, his hands were gently caressing my back, long strokes from the nape of neck to my rear. It felt all so lovely. He took his time taking my clothes off while we continued to stand, only after he had me nude and on the bed did he strip.
Again his skin startled me with the chill of it, I huffed out a laugh, and told him to get under the covers. He wouldn't let me be on top of him at any point, he spent an awful amount of time kissing down my body under the sheets. It was like he was relearning my body.
When his mouth reached the apex of my legs I reacted for his head, he'd gotten his hair cut, it was close to his scalp now. His sucked on the fat of my thighs, nibbling and licking at the crease. I hummed out an "oh god", right as he descended onto my cunt. His tongue even felt cool when it did loops onto my clitoris. His right hand on the underside of my knee, while the fingers of his left kept my lips open for his flicking tongue.
He brought me to a slow orgasm, I sighed when he crawled up my body, and opened my mouth for another deep kiss, my own taste lingered. He kept his body close to mine, pressed fast against me when he did finally penetrate me, his hands searched for my own, before interlocking and bringing our hands to either side of my head.
I had to pull my face away from his to take a breath, the noises he pulled from me sounded loud, Frankie was taking deep breaths at my neck. I could feel so much in that moment and thought that it could've been because of the darkness, the slick running down my bum, Frankie's nipples rubbing into my chest, his sharp teeth.
A deep plunge and I feel him in the deepest part of me when he speaks, "It only hurts for a bit and I'll help you after."
I opened my eyes even though I couldn't see him, but a strange glow came from his face, like cats eyes Frankie's sapphire gaze was gleaming amber, and i knew then that he'd done the change.
Frankie never stopped moving when I startled, when I told him to stop again, his face moved toward my neck and i realized that i was about to be bitten. I tried to pull my hands away, to riggle but his hands and cock kept me in place.
The feeling of teeth breaking the skin as sensitive as the neck is one of the worst pains I'd ever felt. Stinging and hot, my back felt immediately wet from my blood. I screamed then first but couldn't keep it up, I couldn't even beg for him to stop, my voice had been stolen.
I think that I felt him both release my neck and cum at the same time. I felt him rear back and heard him groan into the air while he ground his hips into mine. I felt something dripping onto my chest and guessed it was my blood. Frankie never let go of my hands, so I couldn't feel the gaping holes in my throat, his cock softened, when it slipped out he lay down on his back before pulling me to lay on top of him.
Painful spasms started down my shoulders and cramped my hands, I clawed my fingers into Frankie's.
"You would've died if I didn't do this," he whispers through my whimpering.
The heat leaking from body and Frankie peeling the hair from the wet from my back was the last thing I felt before shutting my eyes.
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My Neighbour
Frankie has done the deed and now Edward needs to feed.
The news on the TV had me worried, viral infection, wide sweeping and in every corner of the planet. It started pretty average, a new infection that was contracted via bite, easy enough to avoid but it was affecting humans. The drive to bite their friends and families, drinking blood, sensitivity to sunlight, it was all something you'd hear about from a movie, but the numbers had risen and the governments started to change their tune on whether this was something to be worried about.
I guess when it eradicates all sickness and seemingly ends aging, the big bugs took a real interest. I never imagined that it would be something encouraged. My family back home and told me that nearly everyone of them had gotten the infection and that they were hearing word about round ups of noninfected, I knew they wanted me back but foreigners were being monitored and i didn't fancy my chances.
I'd wondered if something had happened when I hadn't seen my neighbour in two days. He was quiet, so when his brother made an appearance I noticed. We shared a wall between the living areas, shouting had happened late that first night and then nothing, the blonde one would leave at sun down and return before sun up.
I hadn't wanted to rap on his door but I was out of basic necessities and wanted him to drive us to the nearest shop. I ventured out after midday, stood on the path to his door and rang the doorbell. Nothing happened, I felt like a nuisance but I needed the help. I did it again and heard movement on the other side, a voice called out "What do you want?", it wasn't my neighbour but his brother.
"Is Edward home?", I quickly added "I live next door."
At first there's nothing then,"Yeah, what do you want?"
I didn't want to beg for help on someone's doorstep. "Is there any chance I could speak to him, it's not serious or anything?"
The door opened, it was the brother, he's stood just shy of the threshold to avoid the shining light. "Come on in."
My nerves have changed to apprehension. I saw the difference in his posture, he'd always been sort of flighty with no direction, here he was focused, and I felt like prey even before the door shut behind me.
I walked forward, the younger of the two behind me, I should've waited for him to tell me where to go but I didn't like being in his presence. His home has the same layout as mine and I glanced at our shared wall, there beside the tv was blood, it had been washed but I could still tell that that's what it had been. Big drips like someone slapped a hunk of meat against the wall and let the blood slide down the magnolia paint.
Edward was sitting on the sofa, he looked up when I walked into his livingroom. When the infection went global I'd seen the side affects, how your appearce changed, the eyes were easy to spot, the teeth too. His skin was no longer tan, eyes golden, at one time the brothers shared the same sapphire orbs.
"What are you doing here?", he looked behind me, " You need to leave."
I apologized and glanced at my shadow, who was watching his brother. "I was just wondering if you'd come with me to the market, if you can't..?" It was a question but I already knew he wouldn't be going anywhere with me.
Edward still had his eyes on the man behind me, there was a strange sort of pleading there, like he was begging for anything but what was coming.
Frankie, the blonde spoke up, "You weren't born here, right?" I nod my head. "You planning on going home?"
I stuttered out a no. This had happened is a matter of moments but I'd already decided to leave, I don't like the situation that I'd walked into, i tried to take a step back.
Both of their gazes snapped to me, it was a heavy feeling.
"Ed needs some help too, you wouldn't mind giving him a hand, would ya'?" Frankie asked, he was closer to me then.
The dark haired man is more stiff now, "Sure, if i can." I said even as I looked toward the door.
Frankie was on me before I could blink, he had one hand on my shoulder and the other on the back of my neck. I screamed, it was happening too quickly. He dragged me to floor, at Edwards feet.
My hair was yanked, i stared at Edwards face, he was staring back, those eyes pierced through me.
"Ed here won't help himself, but you're here now, so." Frankie hands were cold.
I started to beg, I couldn't think about what was going to happen next but I was scared. "Please, don't hurt me."
Edward threw his head away, he'd told his brother that he won't do it.
"You have to bro," Frankie leaned down over my back, his breath was frigid too, "You need it."
I was thrown onto Edwards lap just as he turned back to face me. I felt the rug under my knees and I could smell Edwards aftershave, i had a fleeting thought that this man smelt good.
Edwards eyes were striking, pupils blown wide, and suddenly his face was at my neck. My head is pushed so far over my ear hit my shoulder.
Hot and burning, the pain was unbearable, i felt each tooth deep in my flesh. His tongue lapped beneath his bite but I couldn't move to dislodge him. Edward had both hands on my back, his thighs squeezed at my waist.
I'd gasped, maybe I'd screamed. Edward made slurping noises and little groans, it wasn't sexual but at one time I had thought of him making those noises, only under different circumstances.
Then I was on my side, I felt the rug again, the back of my jumper was soaked through. There was movement in another room but I couldn't follow it because a strange coldness had started to crawl up my spine.
Edward had moved to the kitchen, I saw that the bottom of his face was dark and wet. He'd pointed at me though he didn't make eye contact, Frankie did, there was no guilt on his face to mirror his brothers.
I shut my eyes and pressed my hand to the wound, it was on the left side of my neck near my collarbone, it continued to weep. The cold had spread out from my back, tingling had started in my fingers and even my toes, the burning in my throat opened up into my jaw and my cheekbones ached.
When my eyes opened I thought maybe I'd died, but instead it is dark and i was in my own home.
I jumped from the bed I had made before I left for Edwards and stepped into the hall, I knew someone is in my house, they made no noise and I hadn't seen them, but I knew they were there. I didn't know which one to expect but it was Edward that stood by the living room window.
"Im sorry." He said it when he finally turned to face me, I saw the guilt, I knew he meant it.
I licked my lips, they're weren't dry but my throat was, I lifted my hand to my neck, there was no gaping holes, instead i felt sealed over scars. I'd stumbled over to the mirror above the fireplace and saw no reflection. My clothes were there, the same ones I was wearing when it all happened, dry, hard now and smelling like my own blood, but no face. I looked over and Edwards reflection was the same.
I didn't freak out the way I think I should have, instead I asked him what I was supposed to do now, because i knew that my life was different now and this man had caused those changes.
"They're talking about rations, they've been talking about it all morning." Edward said, he kept his distance. "They've shut the boarders and are rounding people up that haven't been infected."
I looked at his face, I imagined that my eyes have the same gleam. I tongued at the new length to my teeth, they hadn't felt strange, they felt like they'd always been there, always part of me.
"Are we just going to kill people now, what happens when everyone is turned or whatever?" I'd asked him because he caused this problem for me, I didn't care if he had answers.
Edward sat on my sofa and I was brought back to his house. I knew he didn't want to think about what our future would bring, I saw that he was as deflated as before but my donation had taken the sunken look from his face.
I had looked around and hadn't seen the blonde, I suppose that it was no longer a crime to attack people the way Edward did, why would Frankie be worried about my reaction, he did his part and got his brother fed.
I felt thirsty and had wondered if my cat would make good substitute for what I would need.
"So..", I started, Edward didn't lift his head but looked at me from under his dark brows,
"How did I taste?"
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