Fancy Shits

It wasn’t just the strays, after all, it was other animals as well. On a stroll, you’d seen so many dead animals that you had promptly returned home, your heart aching at the sight of so much death. 

Another call to your friend hadn’t solved anything either, your panicked tone only further convincing them the solitude of outdoor living was getting to you. 

“If you really want-” Jean, the wild-life expert said eventually, a labored and annoyed tone shining through their words. “-I’ll stop by next week and have a look, see if I can find any prints.” 

“That would really put my mind at ease.” You’d accepted heartily, deciding to ignore his clear dissatisfaction at having to go so far into the countryside. He shouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t willing. “Thank you so much. I’ll see you next week then!”

He’d grumbled, but eventually conceded, and you’d agreed on a time. 

The entire affair left your mind after that, and it wasn’t until you spotted a rather large figure outside of your chicken coop that the issue once again resurfaced. You stepped over the wire and looked around, seeing if you could spot it again. Slowly, a humongous canine figure came into view, its head curiously looking at you.

It was larger than the usual strays, by a wide margin, but you had seen large dogs before, and it wasn’t unimaginable for such a beast to be wandering about. You crouched down, and showed your bare hands, trying to usher it towards you. 

It took awhile, but eventually it confidently sauntered toward you, revealing itself to be even bigger than you’d anticipated from the distance. It was acting quite calm though, calmer than the usual stray. 

“Hey baby... how are you doing.” You said with a smile, hoping to seem as non-threatening as you could while the dog approached. You couldn’t resist using your baby-voice with it, dogs just filling your mind with brainless appreciation and love. The dog came close enough to touch and you carefully and slowly tried to pet it. “How did you get here?”

It was the size of a grocery cart, with yellow eyes inquisitively looking at you while you buried your hands softly in its brown fur, which went deeper than you’d expected. 

It leaned into your touch for a while, before suddenly turning around and sprinting away. For a moment, you wanted to follow it, see where it was going, but it was going way too fast for you to even try to keep up.

You sighed and went back to work. 

The next day it came back again, though this time it didn’t respond to your calls at all, simply following you around the farm while you worked. You tried to leave it some food, but it seemed rather indignified by the kibble you left, refusing to even try it. 

You quite liked having the silent beast follow you, its presence calming you greatly. A large animal wouldn’t dare attack you or your property with such a large guard dog around. Since the dog didn’t seem underfed, and you left the barn open for it to sleep in, you held off on calling the shelter, entertaining the thought of keeping this one. 

You’d decided against it thus far, knowing you wouldn’t have the heart to send away a single one as soon as you relented. A house full of dogs would be nice, but also too much extra work. Running a farm was already tiring. 

Your will broke after two more days of its silent following of you, and you even let it inside the house, which it did after some hesitation. It immediately claimed the couch as its bed, and while you worried for a while if it would carry flees into your house, you weren’t heartless enough to kick it out now that it was resting so sweetly. 

Despite the watchful protection, you were still very glad Jean would come by soon.

You’d been sleeping poorly, dreams of someone standing over your bed, touching your skin for hours on end, kept plaguing you, and you just knew you’d seen a humanoid figure exiting your bedroom one morning, though when you’d followed it down, there was no one but you and the dog.

Slowly, you started wondering if your friend was right. Maybe you were just succumbing to the loneliness of country life. You’d always thought solitude would fit you, yet as your hallucinations got worse and worse, and you kept finding more corpses out on the field, you weren’t so sure anymore.

It had gotten far enough that you neglected work, only feeding the chickens before returning back inside, where you felt safe at least. 

Just you and the dog.

You hadn’t named it yet, fearing your growing attachment would be complete once you’d given it a name. So far you just called it ‘dog’ and it listened, so maybe it considered that its new name.

That was a bit sad. You wouldn’t want to be called ‘human’. You would have to think of something better.

“You don’t have a collar...” You mused as you approached it, its eyes still warily following you around the room. It didn’t let you pet it like the first day, softly biting your hand, but you could safely walk up to it. Sometimes when you were reading, it would lay its head atop your lap. “Do you even have a name?”

It laid silent, and you smiled. 

It would only be two more days before your friend would come and search around the place. Two more days, and then you could sleep more easily, knowing that whatever was out there would be taken care of.

It wouldn’t be that easy, seeing as the most your friend could do was tell you what it was, but even so. It was something.

You didn’t sleep well that night, and when you awoke in the midst of it, you couldn’t find your phone anywhere. It was not a good thing to be in the middle of nowhere without a way to contact people, so you immediately went down to see if it was downstairs.

No such luck there, and in defeat you loaded up your computer, 

When your desktop finally finished loading (had it always been this slow?) your eyebrows furrowed as you saw tons of open websites, each one definitely not opened by you. Websites on search party protocols? Wildlife searches? The google search ‘temperatures human survival’? What even was a hunter’s website?

You only used the desktop for administrative purposes and a video game every now and again, so someone else had to have used the desktop. That didn’t make any sense though, since no one had been here in weeks.

It was just you. 

“Whoops.”

You turned around, letting out a yell of surprise as there stood a half-naked man with blonde dripping wet hair, a towel wrapped around his midst and a toothbrush in his mouth. As you silently watched, eyes wide, you saw him walk towards your kitchen with practised ease, spit out the toothpaste and walk back, this time sporting a large toothy smile.

“Hi Y/n. Sooo this-” “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house? Wait. Is that my fucking toothbrush?”

“Maybe.” Shalnark answered, throwing your toothbrush on the coffee table. You felt disgusted, but you didn’t really know what to do. Violence seemed a bit over the top, especially with how calm he was acting, but still, he was a stranger in your house, and it didn’t exactly feel safe having him here. “I couldn’t find a spare.”

You sputtered, and he smiled patiently like you were the one who was being scolded here, not him for breaking into your house. You slammed your fist against the cupboard, an action that made the blonde man in front of you nearly break out with laughter. “Answer my first question maybe? Or get out?”

“You don’t look very threatening when you’re shaking in your boots.” He sat down on the couch, even kicking his feet up to the table. “And isn’t it rather impolite to send out someone in the middle of the night? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

“You can stay till the police gets here, or you can go.” You bit back, indeed a bit frightened but also not calm enough to back down. “Why the fuck did you break in?”

“You swear a lot, y/n. Didn’t think you were like that.”

“Like that? Unbe- You’re a stranger in my house! Breaking and entering is also a bit unbecoming, don’t you think?!”

“It isn’t exactly breaking and entering if you let me in, though I understand the confusion.” 

“Let you in? I think I would remember letting someone in.”

He waved his hands, indicating for you to continue speaking, following your line of thought. “Are you from the wildlife association? Jean wouldn’t just send someone, he said he would come himself.” You tried.

Shalnark blinked twice and the edges of his mouth twitched upward before breaking out in laughter. 

“H-hey! You’re not supposed to be laughing. This is serious!”

“What am I supposed to do then? Be terrified? To be fair, I’m having a blast. I definitely should’ve met you like this earlier.”

“Like this? Earlier? Have you been here before?” You asked, remembering the previous bad nights you’d had, with visions of someone standing over your bed. That couldn’t be real, right?

“I’ve been here for approximately one and a half week? Been in the area much longer.” His eyes shined with something, as if urging you to figure out something.

“No way.” You rebutted, shaking your head. “I have a huge dog, there’s no way you could be here for that long without it noticing.”

Shalnark raised his eyebrows and gave you a pointed look.

“What.”

He motioned again for you to keep talking. 

“No really, why are you looking at me like that.”

The blonde man closed his eyes for a few seconds, sighed, and opened them again with a renewed smile, this one a bit more condescending than the previous one. “You’re a bit slow, aren’t you?”

“Look, my phone’s gone, im really tired, it’s the middle of the night and there’s a stranger in my house, what the fuck do you want from me?”

He smiled and looked away, this time mumbling a bit to himself. “That’s actually really cute. I can work with that.”

Remembering what you should be doing, you walked over to the landline, which was in the kitchen. You dialed the alarm number and waited for the beep, your neck hair rising as you heard him stand up and walk over directly behind you. 

 “Emergency services, how can I help you?” A lady on the other side of the phone greeted. You waited with answering as you felt him stand behind you, his presence suddenly seeming a lot more threatening. To your relief, he moved away for a moment, to the kitchenblock. “Hello? Is there anyone?”

“Yes, hello.” You greeted before reminding yourself to get to the point, as you heard him already move back to you. “I just came downstairs and there’s someone-” You felt his presence behind you again.

He casually placed a knife at your throat.

You stopped speaking. 

“Hello, ma’am? Is there someone in your house? Do you need assistance?”

The blonde’s face moved right next to your ear, so you could feel his breath wave past your hair. “Tell ‘em it’s fine.” He whispered.

“I’m sorry,” You said, a bit shakily. The knife at your throat was placed at a sharper angle, so you could feel the steel just barely scrape your skin. “It was my neighbor. I was mistaken. Everything’s fine.”

“Ah, that’s good. Please make sure to check next time before you call. Have a good night ma’am.”

“You too.” You gently placed the phone back, exhaling shakily. 

Shalnark immediately retracted the knife and instead rested his face on your shoulders, using his arms to reach around your arms and waist, trapping you in one place. “Sorry for that.”

“Can you let go of me?” You tried, your entire body on edge as you felt him smile in your neck. His hair was still wet from the apparent shower, staining through your sleeping shirt. 

“If I do that, you’ll run or something like that.” He moaned in the same way someone would after hearing their morning alarm. “I don’t want you to do that.”

You didn’t dare reply, the feeling of the knife against your throat still lingering. Shalnark and you just stood there for what felt like an eternity to you and a mere moment for him. Eventually he lifted his head up. as if just realizing something. “Oh! You must be exhausted. You usually sleep around this time.”

“Most people sleep around 5 in the morning.” You softly said, a bit bitter. 

He didn’t take offense and even laughed. “Yeah, most do. Sooo- I’m going to bring you to bed now, to let you sleep, and you’re going to calmly walk with me, okay?”

You nodded, though the possible implications of ‘bring you to bed’ terrified you. 

Slowly he lead you upstairs, keeping your arm in a tight grip, not even humoring the idea of letting you walk by yourself.

The sight of your bed, a once so safe place, now filled you with dread, but instead of trying anything, Shalnark just lifted the sheets for you, even tucking you in. 

“Don’t look so terrified, Y/n.” The fact that he knew your name wasn’t new to you, but it still surprised you somehow. You clutched the sheets tightly. “You’re scared and tired. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I fucked you now?”

‘You’re not my boyfriend!’ You wanted to scream, yet instead you just clenched your hands tighter in the fabric of your sheets, not wanting him to change his mind.

He smiled brightly. “So let’s put that on the agenda for tomorrow. I can’t wait too long with it now that you’ve seen me. I want to have you mated and sorted out before you can have the chance to getaway.”

If it was possible, your body managed to stiffen up even further. 

Still dressed in just a towel, he leaned against the doorpost, his fingers lingering on the light switch. “I’ll keep watch for tonight, so don’t think about going out of bed if you like your legs the way they are now. Good night!”

“I’m home.”

Shalnark was walking through the door with bags of food. Getting up from your spot, you walked towards him. He liked it when you greeted him. Welcoming him home after his day out. Though you knew it probably wasn’t just to make him feel welcomed. It was most likely so he knew where you were. Even though he most likely had cameras on you. He always asked odd questions about your day. Hinting he knew what you did. Asked about events he wasn’t there to witness. Letting you know he knew everything. There was nothing you could hide.

Giving a kiss on his cheek, you followed him to the kitchen. Excited about dinner. You had missed out on lunch due to a nap you had taken.

“It’s snowing.” He hummed in response.

“Oh, I know. I was out there.” That’s true, he was just outside.

“It’s also Christmas. Perfect weather.”

You sounded so meek, softer than you usually were. Even so, you couldn’t help the joy that lingered in your voice. Hoping he could do something for Christmas. After all, you were stuck here with him. Stuck here to have your first Christmas as a couple. Shalnark could at least make it nice. He turned at your words, putting down the food on the counter.

“Yeah, it is. Go sit down on the couch. I’ll bring the food.” He flashed you his signature smile before ushering you out.

Instead of sitting on the couch like he wanted. You decided to go back to your spot on the windowsill. Maybe it was a part of you that still wanted to defy him, or perhaps you just simply wanted to go back to watching the snow fall again. Letting it calmly relax you. Enjoying the view out the window while dinner was being set up. You heard him enter the room, but he stopped you from getting up.

“No, we can eat by the window.”

He was being kind, his voice cheery and happy. Yet, you knew he could be mean when he wanted. Even to you, after all, he did kidnap you. Then locked you away from everything. But when he got what he wanted, he was so sweet to you.

Taking his seat next to you on the windowsill, laying out your food in front of you. Separating your portion on a plate and his on one for him. He held out yours for you to take, but moved it before you could grab it.

“What do you say?”

He was so condescending at times. Holding your food a bit too far from you. Waiting for thanks. You knew he wasn’t going to give in without a thank you.

“Thank you.” His smile only grew at your words.

“Good girl.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. Handing you your food. It was wrong that his words still made you blush. Even after all he had done to you, some sick part of you loved him. Craved his validation.

You two ate in silence. You chose to stare out the window while you ate. Thinking of what everyone back home was doing today. Did they miss you? Were they looking for you? Shalnark hadn’t told you exactly where you two had gone, so you didn’t tell them. They had no idea where you were.

“Is it good? Decided to try a new place”

“Yeah, I mean it's hard to go wrong with this.” He gave you a nod and a smile. Asking more questions about if you liked this place or the other better. The conversation then died, you went back to looking out the window. "Wonder if it'll snow harder. Kinda didn't think we'd get snow for Christmas this year."

“Which reminds me, I got something special.” He jumped up heading back to the kitchen. You could hear a bag being rustled. Then as quickly as he disappeared, he reappeared with the bag. Sitting back down he placed the bag in front of you. “For you. Merry Christmas.” You must have made your shock very noticeable because Shalnark laughed. “The snow makes today great, but I think some Christmas gifts might make it even better.”

You thanked him and opened the bag. Inside was a few things. Taking out the first object, A stack of wrapped cookies. Cute little things with Christmas designs on them, a reindeer, a Christmas tree, a snowflake. It was all so cute.

“Thank you.”

You put the cookies to the side and got the rest out. A holiday scented candle, a mug and a blanket. They were all cute, in the colours you liked. It concerned you that he knew exactly what you liked. You told yourself that you must have said something, or he just looked around at your apartment back home. You didn’t want to think about how he had probably been watching you longer than you knew him. It was easier to just pretend he wasn’t stalking you before.

“Thank you, but I have nothing for you.” Why did you feel so bad for having nothing for him?

“Oh, that’s okay. How about this? Let’s go watch a movie and cuddle. No complaining or struggling, okay pumpkin?” His smile grew so much wider when you nodded. “Then you got me the perfect Christmas gift and made it the best Christmas ever. Our first one as a couple.”

He got up and cleaned up. Letting you make your way to the couch. Using your new blanket to keep you warm. Shalnark set everything up, he picked the movies, got snacks and even a hot chocolate for you. Setting everything down on the coffee table. Sitting down next to you, pulling you close to him. Covering both of you with the blanket. Grabbing the remote he put on some random Christmas movie. You were sure you had seen it before, then again they all followed similar paths.

It didn’t take long before Shalnark lost interest in the movie, instead choosing to begin planting kisses on your cheek. You could handle that, he did always love to kiss you. Something you had to come to terms with. Get used to it, so you did. It wasn’t until his hands began to wonder. So did his lips, slowly trailing down to your neck. It became annoying when you weren’t able to focus on the movie anymore.

“Shal, please not now.” He paused his movements for a moment before carrying on. Ignoring you. “Please.” His grip on you tightened. His other arm moved to hold you in place around your waist.

“Remember, this is my gift.” He was right, you agreed and you knew he got angry when he didn’t get what he wanted. Either upset him and push him away. Or let him have his fun and just focus on the movie. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, but it was better than upsetting him. You liked your privileges, it was better to keep them. Taking a deep breath, you agreed to let him continue. “I’m sorry.” Your apology and obedience made him smile. It also made him hard, you could feel him against your back. It got him off.

The rest of the movie was spent with his lips on you, his fingers running over your skin. Delving under your pants, under your underwear. He was toying with you. Listening to the sounds you made when he did something you liked. When his fingers swiped over your clit. When his fingers plunged into you. It all felt so good. He always did so well, made you weak in the knees for him.

“Such a good gift. Best Christmas ever, but I think we can make it even better.” His fingers began to pump into you faster. Curling against your sweet spot. Your breathing got heavier. You couldn’t hold back the moans anymore.

“S-Shal, Fuck. Please.”

“Hmm. Please what? What do you need Sweetie?”

“More, p-please. I-I need you.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else. His fingers began to move at a pace you wanted. Had you building your orgasm faster and faster. It was too much, but when you attempted to pull away, his free hand clamped down on your torso. Pulling you even closer to him.

“I know, I know, it’s tough, but just wait. You’re almost there”

He wouldn’t let you get away when he had you so close. Closer and closer he got you to your orgasm. It felt like it was going to be intense. All you could do is focus on it, the knot building. How badly it wanted to just burst. To make a mess on his fingers.

“Come on, cum for me baby, please.”

His words were all it took for you to unravel. His name left your lips over and over. As if you were begging him for something, you weren’t sure what though. The pleasure ripped through you, making you grab onto his wrist to centre you.

“So messy, I love it.”

Shalnark pulled out his fingers, only to quickly put them in his mouth. Sucking on them, letting out a shameless moan at your taste. His grip on you didn’t loosen. you knew he wasn’t done just yet. It never stopped with him. If he could, he would have you tied to the bed all day long.

“So good, just lay down now and let me have my fun.”

How could you say anything when you were putty? Basically, a little doll for him to do as he wished. All you could do was nod and let him lay you on the couch. Watching as he took your pants off. Then moving to get his own clothes off. He made a move to get your shirt off but then stopped. You guessed he just didn’t want to wait the extra few seconds to fuck you. Lining himself up. It was good he warmed you up before. Shalnark didn’t like to hold back.

Planting a kiss on your lips, swallowing your moan as he pushed in. It hurt, but in such a good way. You weren’t the only one unable to keep quiet. Shalnark was equally as loud. Groaning into your moan at the feeling of your warmth taking him in. Squeezing him, begging him to continue.

“So tight. So good baby.”

He was blabbering into your mouth as he got fully in. Taking a moment before he began to thrust and set a rhythm. It felt so good, he could always make you feel good. Aiming for your sweet spot over and over again. Driving you nuts, all you could do was cling to him. He dipped his head down, burying his face in-between your neck and shoulder. Switching between planting kisses and bites on your skin while he continued to thrust into you.

“Shalnark. F-feels so good.”

You could feel him smiling against your skin. Enjoying how you gave in to him so easily. How all it took was a few touches, some words, and an orgasm for you to become putty in his hand. It only made him want you more.

All you could think about was him, was how he was fucking. That he always managed to find your sweet spot so easily. Hit it over and over again. Fuck, you could feel another orgasm building up again. The feeling in the bottom of your stomach just getting more and more intense. Dying to just explode.

“I feel you tightening up baby. Going to make another mess sweetie?"

His head looked up at you. That same stupid smile plastered on his face, only this time it seemed to be from smugness. Rather than his usual smile from his upbeat attitude. His hips made sure to go faster. Your back arched, trying to get closer to him. Shalnark was good at this, too good. You always wanted more and more.

Shalnark’s mouth roamed back to your neck. sucking, defiantly leaving a mark. It all became too much. You felt the feeling in the bottom of your stomach suddenly snap, exploding. The feeling was intense, coursing through your body. All you could do was cling to him even tighter. The words leaving your lips weren’t coherent. Just babbling as the feeling rushed through you.

“That’s it, baby, enjoy it. Fuck, you're so tight.”

His thrusts were finally slowing down, becoming random. Losing their rhythm. He was close, you knew it, but there was nothing you could say. Letting him continue, doing whatever he wanted. You knew he was going to fill you. He always did.

“I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

He was about to cum. His grip on you tightened as he stilled for a moment. Finishing in you. Filling you. He was lost in bliss. This was everything he wanted. To have you in his arms, all to himself. Shalnark was in heaven just laying there, still pumping you full. It wasn’t until you moved your arm, beginning to play with his hair. Letting your fingers run through it as your eyes began to doze off. That Shalnark looked up at you, planting a kiss on your lips. Watching as your eyes shot open, staring at him.

“This is the perfect Christmas.”

His heart swelled at your smile. Both of you felt so content and blissful. This is what he imagined when he took you. While for you, this was honestly heartwarming. If both of you two could be good to each other, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps you could really enjoy this.