So I made an attempt at writing again for the first time in what feels like forever, and even though itās not necessarily smut or related to any youtubers at all, Iām pretty proud of it and wanted to share what I have
It ends at a weird spot where I could turn it into smut if I chose to continue it at any point which is super tempting, but Iām still unsureĀ
Ima put it under aĀ āread moreā link, to hopefully spare anyone of any unnecessary amount of scrolling XP
***a quick note: the girl in this lil drabble thing is referred to asĀ āAddyā, which is just a shortened version of her actual name, Adrienne***Ā
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The butcher strode casually across the room, trailing his hand over the backing of the old, worn sofa his companion was perched upon, her gaze tearing away from the static filled television sheād been watching in favor of observing him. The way he moved wasnāt graceful in the slightest; fluid and natural, yes, but far from graceful as he hobbled around the couch, his single large, red eye light watching her with a certain level of intensity that never ceased to make her unconsciously fidget in her seat. She had learned not to fear him, but adrenaline still coursed through her body whenever she received that look from him. As he drew closer, the scent of something all too familiar wafted in her direction, and she pressed a hand into her stomach, a blank expression settling on her face as her stomach rumbled. A wave of pain shot through her emaciated frame and her face contorted into a pained look of shock, but before she could force any words past her chapped lips, the butcher roughly cupped her face, his bony fingers digging into the skin of her jaw to an almost painful degree as he tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Her faded grey eyes briefly caught the sight of the crimson stains that covered his shirt and jacket, and her stomach growled again; judging by the exact shade of the stains, they were fresh, having occurred probably no more than half an hour ago. The part of her that retained a tattered sense of morality pitied whatever unfortunate soul had stumbled across his post, but at the same time, she felt no true, genuine remorse. At the cost of another life, theyād make it through another day, which was good enough for her. Sheād do whatever it took to numb the pain she had to endure, thanks to the severe food shortage this town and all of its residents had to suffer through. If only their pathetic excuse for a queen would actually take the necessary measures to get everyone back to the surfaceā¦She was snapped back into the present moment at the sound of the butcher clearing his throat, his husky voice holding a very clearly questioning tone, āYouāre so calm⦠so relaxed. So unafraid. Doesnāt it scare you, knowing what I could do to you at any given time? Knowing that one day, you might not make it til sun down?āĀ
She tried to shake her head, her movement immediately coming to a halt as his grip on her jaw tightened ever so slightly. Licking her lips, she forced a mumble out of her now dry mouth, her gaze meeting his, āNo⦠Iām not afraid. Iām not afraid of you, and Iām not afraid of what you could do to me. Is everything ok?... What prompted this?ā He chose to ignore her questions, instead leaning down until their eyes were even and their faces were dangerously close to touching. His voice took a much darker tone and his scarlet eye light flared up with a small burst of magic, his hand releasing her jaw and, to her surprise, wrapping around her throat and squeezing. The pressure he applied wasnāt enough to cut off her oxygen supply, but it was enough to make her struggle to draw in each breath. She parted her lips and began preparing to force out another string of words, only to be abruptly cut off, his voice lowering to a mumble, āYouāre really sure I donāt scare you, Addy?... I could break your neck right now if I saw fit, you know.ā
He loosened his grip just enough to let her speak, and she did, keeping her gaze connected to his, āI already told you, Iām not afraid of you. Not anymore.ā A low growl rumbled in his chest and he whispered, his eye light beginning to narrow as he watched her, aware of every movement she made and every word she spoke, āYou should be.āĀ
I prefer Alex alive and like he is, BUT: Alex-Draug fusion. It would be weird, but thereās one aspect that would be super weird for me personally. Like, Iām small. So Alex is already taller by a decent amount, then he fucking shoots up until heās a foot taller. Cue me being frustrated every time I have to look up a lot to see him, meanwhile Alex is probably into it and if he didnāt have a size kink before, he would now.
Oh yes, he would definitely have a size kink if he were to become the same height as Draug
Like,, no questions asked. From his perspective, you're cute and small and he can't help but cave if you showed him even an ounce of affection
The Jasper-Floyd fusion occurring, but it happens during the spring. Do you see where Iām starting to go with this? Jasper might try to shut himself in, but Floyd is hypersexual. How would that go down? Jasper naturally leans towards asexuality, but it was reinforced by negative experiences. Meanwhile, Floyd has had bad experiences, but heās also addicted to sex. I want to know how theyād cope. Theyād be able to feel each other emotions and see past history, after all
Jasper would be inclined to shut himself in his room as long as possible because yeah, he's ace and has too many bad memories to reinforce the reasons why he doesn't like letting people get too close to him (plus there's also the haphephobia to consider, too). Even with all that aside, he has super low self esteem/confidence, and if its mating season, that'd imply that he'd end up being a dad. Unless there's someone to walk him through everything that being a parent entails, he wants nothing to do with parenting. More or less because he doesn't wanna somehow mess up the kid, but also because of the lack of confidence
Meanwhile, Floyd would be driven insane. He needs to get out and get laid, ASAP, but if he had found out about Jasper's past and understood his reasons for acting the way he was, then he would try his best to be as patient as possible, offering constant reassurance and gentle encouragement. He may snap at some point and try telling Jasper to just get over whatever the hell is going on in his head, but after a short amount of time, he'd apologize and try giving reassurance and gentle encouragement again
...The Jasper-Floyd fusion during spring (harpy heat) made me think. At one point in time, Alex considered having someone he trusted be Orionās first time. What if Floyd wanted the same for Jasper because he could see and feel how much pain he was in? I could see him at least making an attempt to convince Jasper that it would be a good idea. Both because the heat would be driving Floyd up the wall, but also because bird boy would be in pain and going nuts too.
Yep
If this particular fusion were to happen, I could definitely see this being a thing
Floyd might be a sex driven idiot a lot of the time, but he does have moments where he expresses concern for people and can temporarily push everything to do with sex to the back of his mind until the situation is resolved
Beyond tipsy!Alex, Iām wondering what would happen if Alex were to get borderline drunk?Because if heās clingy when heās tipsy, then imagine him drunk. Especially if it was during intimacy because Iām picturing either a completely sloshed Alex try to give sloppy neck kisses and mumbling āmineā over and over. Or, neko boy taking over and cue more licking/biting, but again, the added clinginess and āmineā but more aggressive. I need headcanons, please and thanks
Oh boy, here come the headcanons (I'm totally just making these up as I go, so yeah)
At first, this drunk boy is just a huge goofball and he's super giggly and forgetful
He's also a lot more clumsy than normal, please don't let him hurt himself somehow
After like,, 10 or 15, maybe 20 minutes, he'll start getting handsy and wanting to touch you everywhere
At the start of him getting handsy, it's more or less because he wants confirmation that you're still willing to be there with him. Once he sees that you're reacting to it though, that shit goes from 0 to 100 really fast
His already ridiculously high libido increases even further, and he's driven by each and every reaction he gets from you
He might be drunk and a giant idiot sometimes, but don't try hiding it if he's making you feel good. He can read your facial expressions and body language better than he lets on
During intimacy, he definitely makes it a point to make sure you know who you belong to
"You're mine, sweetheart... all mine... you got that?"
You'll be absolutely covered in various marks from him. He wants everyone to see the marks and know that you're his and his alone
Don't count on him sharing you. Not willingly, at least
If cat boy comes out, then you better count on having nearly your whole body covered up afterwards. Even if you had a job interview or an appointment or some other important stuff going on, he doesn't care, he'll mark you up more than he would if he was still his normal self
Imagine wishing for your favorite character to become real while seeing a shooting star one night, sighing to yourself after a particularly lonely day. The next morning, you wake up to notice someoneās hand wrapped around your torso. Scared, you slowly turn your head to see your favorite character in their underwear, slowly opening their eyes.
āGood Morning,ā they smile gently, and move their hand to your cheek. āSurprised to see me?ā
You stare at them, mouth slightly open in shock. āIā¦ā
āYou donāt need to say anything, sweetheart. After all, I already know you love me.ā Your F/C winks at you knowingly, and moves their hand to your hair. āMay I kiss you?ā
You nod in response. F/C slowly moves their lips to yours, gently kissing you. As time goes by, the kiss gets more heated, F/C enveloping their hands in your hair, and yours in theirs. F/C parts for air briefly, wiping their mouth with the back of their hand.
āI canāt get enough of youā¦ā Their hand lowers to the waistband of your underwear.
āI want moreā¦ā they whisper, barely audible. You grab their wrist and slowly push it down past your waistband.
āPleaseā¦ā You breathe out. Your favorite character smiles seductively and moves their hand to your sex.
But for real tho when SeĆ”n was dancing there was a point where he was looking at the camera and smiling and letting his hand wander near his junk and my soul left my ENTIRE body. Clear to the astral plane. Immediate thirst; DO WANT ~š¢ anon
imagine him grabbing your hands, and placing them on his hips. Slowly, he moves your hands up his chest while gently(but firmly) grinds hips against yours.
Youāre flustered and blushing itās really hard to look him in the eye cause of that