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She kept dodging his strikes, or at least mostly. He kept grazing her with his claw like nails, occasionally leaving cuts. And even though they healed at an inhuman speed, each cut irritated War more and more. This fight was getting boring, mostly because the man’s attacks were pretty much the same and because he wouldn’t answer her question.
The next time he jumped at her, War dodged (but not before he managed to slash the flesh of her side) and slammed her elbow down on the his back. Hard. The minute he hit the ground she put a heavily booted foot on the back of his neck. That would hold him for a minute at least.
"Will you answer my damn questions already? Why the fuck did you eat that guy?"
With the pavement hard against the side of his face, a moment of coherency flashes briefly in his eyes, dimming them to a duller, darker green. The growls stop as Texas blinks and moves his eyes blindly as if trying to emerge from a stupor.
He pants rapidly, aware that he's trapped under some kind of force but unaware of what it is or why it's there. And before he can gain any clarity, the moment is gone. His eyes burn a sickly yellow-green and he snarls above a pool of froth forming beneath his jaws.
To the great misfortune of all living things, the virus has given him inhuman strength and he uses it to start pushing himself up against the foot on the back of his neck. A few inches and half a second is all he needs to sweep a large arm over the ground and at the leg Shiloh is standing on.
Are Mayhem Texas one entity but like Jekyll and Hyde or 2 separate characters?
They’re two separate characters. Mayhem Texas is an AU character from Mayhemnight-Mike’s universe where the Burners are infected with a Terra Dweller fear virus. He tries to be a good guy when the virus isn’t making him act like an animal or hallucinate. He often lapses back and forth between clarity and insanity.
Is there any way to talk bad!Texas down? Like does he bite everything or if you fuck him he chills out a little?
When he’s acting really crazy, Mayhem Tex doesn’t respond to voices at all. He will, however, respond to violence—knocking him around gets his attention (eventually).
Oh he was faster that he originally thought. She dodged his claws again, but he managed to snag her shirt, making a small rip. That made War frown a little. She didn’t have many clothes and did her best to keep the ones she did have in good shape. The concern with her shirt was quickly brushed off.
"Why were you eating that man?" There was no disgust or horror in War’s voice, merely curiosity. She had seen people eaten enough times to not really care that it was gross. "Did he offend you? Or do you always eat people?"
Again, she slips away from his claws and Texas growls angrily. No answer comes from his mouth in response to her questions, only froth and snapping teeth. He can't seem to process a word she's saying. Right now all he sees is a cookie taunting him like a matador in a bullring and looking delicious.
Not one to give up he continues to charge her, sometimes circling around to strike at her from a different angle.
She lowered her head slightly when she felt him finish, panting quietly as she did. The older woman turned her head a bit to the side when he rolled off of her, then tensed when he slapped her ass, giving him a bit of a look, a small smirk crossing her features before she just let herself relax down onto the mattress, her chin resting on her folded arms “Well…That was somethin’ else.”
Still purring like a motor close beside her, Texas drapes a heavily muscled arm across her bare back and just lies there feeling good. His eyes cast an eerie green glow, even partially closed, as he watches her with the same look as before, though slightly lazier.
Important character development question: would they lick someone’s hand if they tried to cover their mouth?
(Better kiss that hand goodbye.)
The moment their eyes met, acid green on icy blue, War knew there was going to be a fight between them. Excitement bubbled up in her chest. It had been ages since she had a good fight. Tilting her head lightly to her side to pop her neck and smiled slightly.
Years of training served her well when he pounced. She was able to read the twitch of his muscles right before he moved and smoothly moved out of the way. His jump was wild and obviously driven by instinct. That could be good or bad. He was untrained, which gave her an advantage, but unpredictable, and that gave him a step up.
As he flew past her, War lifted her foot and kicked him in the back with a heavily booted foot. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
For someone carrying a lot of bulky muscle, Texas is fast. The gravel grinds beneath his shoes as he comes to a halt and whips around on her like a snake whose tail has been yanked.
Snarling viciously, he swipes at her with blackened claws and sharp teeth protruding from his jaws as if reaching toward her. She's a fast one but if he can snag her one way or another, Texas is sure he can tear her head off from there and save Motorcity once again.
She found herself practically face first in the mattress due to his weight and hard thrusts. Not that she cared, in fact she was enjoying it, her moans reverberating through the room as she gripped the sheets tightly, arching her body into him as the older woman felt him fill her so fully with his cock.
Jezebel gave a loud cry as she felt him come, her own dripping fluids a clear sign of her own pleasure and release as she grinned, her face red from exertion and enjoyment.
The sound drew War’s attention. She should have ignored it, she was trying to stay away from trouble or anything that might help Dante locate her. But War had been bored doing nothing but occasional grunt work and wanted something to change up her boring daily routine.
And seeing a man chewing on an arm was definitely a change.
War crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, but didn’t really look all that disturbed by the scene. “Well, that’s not exactly what I was expecting.”
His teeth cut right through those arm bones. But the wristwatch isn't very tasty and he spits it out in mangled pieces. That's when he notices someone watching him and tenses up like a startled animal. Was this Gingerbread Guy's accomplice here to avenge his death?
Acid green eyes bore into her from the deep shadows beneath his cap as Texas takes a step forward. There's something weirdly unfocused about his gaze, as if he's looking directly at her but seeing something else. His nostrils flare as he draws in the imagined scent of ginger and evil and cinnamon spice. Combined with the steady bass pumping out of the building, he's pretty sure she's trying to melt his brain.
A deep growl builds up in his throat, a sound that's felt just as much as it's heard. Unsurprisingly, his next move is to lunge at her with claws outstretched and jaws parted frightfully wide with the clear intent of turning her into a second snack.
If you're outside the club and you're listening carefully, you might hear a scream come from behind the building where some unlucky, random club-goer has managed to cross paths with Texas' toothy maw. (It's not Texas' fault: the guy was clearly a dangerous gingerbread assassin sent to bomb the warehouse. Or something.)
Investigation will lead to finding a monstrous Texas who's clearly out of his mind as he munches on an arm.
She moaned heavily as he thrust into her and pulled out again, biting her lip as she felt him pound into her repeatedly, her eyes closing as she just took in the sensations. After all it’d been a while since she was fucked so thoroughly.
The woman grinned, pushing back against him a bit, her face flushed with arousal.
The older woman did as she was told, looking up at Texas with lust in her bright green eyes, a little smile playing across her lips “Now why on Earth would yew want me on my knees?” she said teasingly, feigning innocence to his plans, as she pushed a bit of her hair from her face.
When he stopped she slowed her movements, continuing for just a moment before pausing as well, looking down at him as if worried she’d done something wrong. When he brushed her hair from her face and looked up at her she felt her heart skip a beat.
He seemed so…different than the last time she’d seen him. The sex was one thing, most men she’d run into thought she was attractive in one way or another and she figured even if Texas was a gentleman about it he’d probably thought about her in that way at least once, but the way he looked at her, his touch…hell even his appearance…all seemed so different. Almost bestial.
She’d be lying if she said it didn’t have her slightly worried; but it was too late for her to turn back now. Her hormones were getting the better of her and there was no stopping.
Jezebel wrapped her arms around him as he gripped her ass, and buried her face in his neck for a moment to try and stifle the sounds she made. At the moment it didn’t matter if this Texas was different than the one she knew. All that mattered was what they were doing.
And what they were doing was great.
I want to lick something sweet off your hot abs.
"Texas ain’t gonna stop ya."
((OOPS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ANON AHAH oh well))
(I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED THAT WAS YOU)
I wish you cut your nails when we bang I keep bleedin' through my fucking jackets
"If Nancy doesn’t have to, why should I?" No but he likes marking you up, May.