The thing that used to be Ghost circles the safehouse in an endless loop. It's... grotesque, three heads that snarl and groan and drool. Gaz lines up his scope, knows he could probably kill it with two well placed shots but...
He watches it tear two zombies apart with its bare hands, then slice the head off of another with quick movements. There's a shadow of his lover friend in there, he can see it plain as day. Nevermind that they say these things can't think, that they don't have any part of their old selves in their heads anymore.
Gaz can't pull the trigger, on the off chance that his hope isn't baseless.
The thing looks up at him with cloudy eyes and winks.
sometimes i'm like ok writing soap throating that thang like that is a lil unrealistic but it's fine bc this is fanfic. and then i see some real life dude swallowing a monster while barely blinking again and i'm 1) very impressed! but also 2) vindicated šāāļø
Dragon iām interested in what Bump for Short and/or Evil Bambi is about. (Two fics in one ask because i am greedyš¤·š¾āāļø)
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Bump for Short is a Ghost/Pregnant!OC romance! It's currently 41.2k words in my drafts and is one of the first fanfics that I noticed a shift in how I write and edit, so that's why there's only snippets floating around. But you can read more in the tags!
Simon has basically been adopted by his neighbor, Mrs. B, an older Jamaican lady who feeds him brown stew when he does tasks for her. When her niece moves in, Simon is struck by how beautiful and fierce and unafraid she is. His attraction to her is a passing thing, until he comes back from deployment and discovers she's pregnant.
Evil!Bambi is... an experience. She's a menace. She's the sexiest, most confident woman alive. She's so fucking stupid. She steals men's credit cards as a viable solution to financial troubles. She will wreck a home. She's not a narc. I love her with my whole heart. I would push her into a well.
CW: bad sex, bad etiquette, she's a bitch and a girls girl (true neutral)
Kyle easily agrees to let her stay with him a couple of days once she has to leave the hotel. He and his roommate are on leave right now, he explains, so itās not a problem for him to show her around. Bambi doesnāt trust him as far as she can throw him, but a bed is a bed. And the charges for the hotel are going to be challenged at some point, so she packs her bag and takes a cab with him to his part of town.
His roommate, John, is a white man with blue eyes and such a thick accent that Bambi barely understands what he says at first. But he keeps glancing at her tits and he doesnāt even raise an eyebrow at her suitcase, so she figures itās Kyleās MO to bring home girls who donāt have too many other other options. She guesses the military canāt take the cop out of the man.
John, or Tav, as Kyle calls him, apparently has a girlfriend. She shakes Bambiās hand on first introductions, but sheās not interested in deep conversation. That would be fine, but as soon as Kyle says Bambi is staying for a few days, Amelia rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath.
So Bambi sleeps with John.
He doesnāt take any convincing. Amelia goes to work and Kyle steps out for groceries or something, and John starts slobbering on her like a dog. Apparently all the shit his girlfriend talked about men eventually wanting to āsettle downā doesnāt apply to him. Neither does the concept of reading his partnerās body language. Bambi has to swat his hands away from her hair a couple of times, and he absolutely goes down on her for his enjoyment and not hers. Heās all over the place, lapping at her like a dog until his spit drips from her thighs onto Kyleās duvet. She has a hard time thinking that Amelia gets much out of their sex life, if this is how he fucks, so maybe Bambi is doing her a favor.
āAreā¦ā John pulls a hair from his mouth with an incredulous laugh. āAre you on your phone?ā
āIām trying to get into a party,ā she answers, absently, zooming in on a flyer. āIs āThe Greenā close to here?ā
He likes the fact that she ignores him, go figure. He gets so caught up in things that he tries to fuck her without a condom, so she kicks him off the bed. Heās really into that, too, and waddles back to his own room holding his dick. When he comes back, he throws himself on top of her with another sloppy kiss and positions himself to push into her. Sheās still tight, of course, so she pushes him away until she can get into a better position. He moans like heās dying when he pushes into her from behind.
āTake a picture,ā she commands, passing her phone back over her shoulder.
He comes as soon as the shudder clicks.
That is, apparently, right after Kyle returns to the apartment, because he slams the door open with an angry shout. He gets pissy about the fact that theyāre in his bed, and only gets more pissy when Bambi points out that her stuff is here, and sheās not going to fuck in Ameliaās bed. That sets John off, since her name is apparently Emily, and he wonāt let Bambi disrespect her that way. She doesnāt bother to point out how stupid he sounds, just pushes past him to Kyleās bathroom for a shower.
āThat wasnāt cool,ā Kyle grumbles, stepping into the water behind her, a few minutes later.
Bambi rolls her eyes. āI donāt fuck on couches.ā
āThatās my best mate,ā he snaps, putting soap into his hands. After a few seconds of angry scrubbing, he asks, āAre you that much of a slag that you had to sleep with him?ā
āI slept with you,ā she snaps back, turning off the water. āWe literally met two days ago. You werenāt around, he wanted to fool around, we did. Jesus. Relax.ā
āTurn the water back on.ā
āIām done,ā she grabs the towel from the hook by the curtain and steps out.
āThatās my towel!ā
Getting another hotel room for few nights is quick and easy. John pays for it, once Bambi points out that heās a cheater and he probably doesnāt want her around for much longer. Kyle pays for the following few nights because he leaves his card on his nightstand. Finding Amelia-Emily-Annās Snapgram account is easy, so she sends her the photo of John fucking her with his tattoo front and center.
"What if people said they just couldn't connect to Black characters [instead of female characters]? That would be so obviously racist!" People log onto this site and say that every day, where have you been?
Gaz is a soft brat tamer to the point of being evil. Heās edging you for three hours but talking it through it, reminding you how good youāve taken it thus far and your creaming and screaming but heās got that sick fucking endearing smile on his face that makes you want to bite him
Gaz as a brat is the same way. He gets a thrill out of frustrating you and taking his punishments in stride. You can fuck him slow, you can fuck him hard, you can edge him enough for his thighs to lock up and the familiar electric buzz to run up his spine but heās not breaking yet. itās a game of endurance for him and he gives Tibetan monks a run for their money.
After years of honing and hiding her craft, a semi-retired artificer is thrust back into the world of adventure and intrigue; but when it's impossible to tell allies from foes, she must follow her broken heart to the truth before the world is swallowed by darkness.
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āWhen white women are confronted with the possibility they can be perpetrators, and not only victims, of oppressive actions and they burst out crying, antiracist work grinds to a halt. A white woman sobs, and the room falls to her feet. These tears seemingly perform a self-baptism. They cleanse the sufferer of any past wrongs and invest her with a martyred authority flowing from the realm of allegedly indisputable truth: her own hurt feelings.Ā Some of the sanctifying innocence widely afforded to white women when they cry can be traced back to an original wellspring: the inkpot of Harriet Beecher Stowe.
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