MULTI MUSE

sleep themed starters // accepting

He's sandwiched; it makes it a little hard to move.

With Courtney pressed up on his right, snuggled up so tightly into his side that he fears moving would get him bitten (and not in the fun way) and the form of a sleeping tiny toddler stretched out across his chest, tiny hands with tiny claws digging into the fabric of his sleep shirt, there was no way he was going to be able to not listen to Courtney's words.

Made only more amusing when the teething toddler nipped at him every now and then, though her tiny pinpricks of little teeth couldn't get past all his fur.

Better him than Courtney at least.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to." Victor purrs into Courtney's hair, securing his arm more comfortably around her waist, pulling her closer til there wasn't even an inch of space between them. Briar warbles softly into his fluff, the little chitters of a content and sleepy little bat hybrid melts his heart all the same.

This was everything. An outcome he never thought possible for himself, to be a dad to a precious little lady with fur darker than his own and floppy ears she could not yet hold up. And her mother, Courtney, there's no one else he could ever imagine in the position she is in now.

He was happy. He was so, so fucking happy.

There’s a certain blissful feeling that Courtney is far from used to, but one that is happening more and more often with this little family of hers she has created with Victor. 

A couple of years ago and she would have never thought she’d be here, a mom to a little toddler and living with someone she loves very much. 

Briar seems just as content as she does against Victor, her eyes fluttering open to look at their little girl, a smile making its way onto her face as she stares at the little girl. She made that – they made that – and every time she looks at her, Courtney thinks she loves her more and more.  

She reaches out to gently run her fingers through Briar’s fur, gentle and soothing, hoping to help lull the little girl back to sleep upon her father’s chest. She seems tired, the little thing is often so fussy with the teething, she deserves all the sleep she can get. 

Courtney’s exhausted, too, but it’s a default state lately. Nothing she cannot handle as she curls into Victor’s side and presses his face against him, cheek against his fur, head angled in a way that she can look up at him without lifting her head. 

“I know.” Courtney says softly. Once upon a time, she had half-expected Victor to freak out and take off at some point, but he has been here from the start to now, he’s been here for her since before their little girl, and he’s not going anywhere. He has proven that time and time again. 

Sasuke groans softly as he watches Naruto. He can't help but think about how right this feels, about how, with all the years of Naruto persistently being by his side, it's natural that they end up together -- and, yes, with Naruto on his knees, though not in the way that Sasuke wants to hold it over him like he's better than Naruto. It was early in their relationship that Sasuke recognized Naruto for his value and potential, before so many people did.

Now there's potential to take their relationship further, as Sasuke breathes in deeply, though shakily, steadying himself as he watches Naruto's lips move up and down his cock. He recognizes this is probably the first time Naruto has done anything like this; honestly, this is the first time Sasuke has done anything like this, either.

So Sasuke really doesn't notice if Naruto's being a little sloppy at first, but he does notice that, when Naruto finds more of a rhythm, that it feels that much better, and his hand tightens in Naruto's hair. He resists the urge to buck his hips into Naruto's mouth, especially after Naruto gags a little. There's definitely a part of him that wants to be rough -- but he'll save that for another time.

But when Naruto looks up, Sasuke isn't expecting the way his heart catches in his throat, beating faster. Those bright blue eyes, that moan...

Naruto is almost disappointed that Sasuke removes himself from his mouth. His tongue darts out across his bottom lip, as if to lap up the saliva collected there, and the pre-cum smeared upon his lips. Sasuke tastes delicious and already Naruto misses the heavy weight upon his tongue. 

The word – the command – that Sasuke gives him makes that disappointment fade away and gives way to more excitement. There’s a visible shudder from Naruto, a thrill that dances along his spine, anticipation. 

He wants Sasuke, he thinks he has for a while. In fact, he still can’t believe this is happening. Is this some sort of wet dream? If it is, Naruto doesn’t want to wake up from it. 

As Sasuke helps him up, he obeys easily, rising to his feet. His fingers grasp at Sasuke as he presses his lips to Sasuke’s in a kiss that matches lust in wide lust blown eyes. He wants him so bad it hurts, and his head tilts so that he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into the kiss. 

He may have never been with a man but he’s not completely naive. He knows how to kiss well and as they do, Naruto carefully steps backwards, guiding them both into the bedroom, pulling Sasuke with him with every step back. 

evvie maybe half regrets it the second it comes out of her mouth but by then she's kind of fucked and has to let it hang in the air. jesus christ you have the subtlety of a hand grenade. she chastises herself and closes her eyes, hand pinching the bridge of her nose below her glasses.

the second olivia's eyes find hers she tries to look away but she can't. "no i… fuck. it's… it's nothing." she shakes her head, feeling the heat creeping up her neck to her cheeks. she hasn't really ever found herself experiencing this level of jealousy in decades. and even then it was never... never like this. "it's stupid and kind of ridiculous given..." given how old i am, "everything." she clears her throat.

It’s nothing? 

Olivia arches an eyebrow at her, silently conveying the message ‘come on, do you really think I believe that?’. It’s definitely something, Olivia can spot that in her body language alone. She’s got several years of reading people under her belt. Evvie isn’t going to get away with pretending like that didn’t just happen easily. 

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” Olivia says softly, keeping her voice low and calm, ensuring that Evvie knows there’s no judgment here, no matter what’s going on right now. Everything doesn’t tell her much, but if it’s got Evvie this worked up, Olivia doesn’t think it’s stupid or ridiculous. 

The woman falls silent, listening as Evvie starts to explain. Ah. Does Evvie like someone, then?  

“Stop talking, Billy.” Conserving strength by not talking was probably only a concept found in movies, but since this was out of his element, he was going to use whatever bullshit concept might possibly help him in this situation. “Save your strength and lemme think.”

Perhaps this wasn't the friendliest guy in town, but he didn't deserve to die bleeding out alone like this. Mateo had no plans to leave him here, and he was fighting the idea of moving him because calling emergency services would be a waste of time if he couldn't even find a phone around here to make the call. Hands slip into his hair while his brain rushes through the variables. What difference would it make if Billy dies here or in his van?

A chance at living, that's the difference.

Eyes cast toward the mall, there was evidence there. Evidence that the military was going to destroy it somehow because they couldn't let it be discovered. The Russian invasion, the THING made out of the flesh and bone of the residents of this town who had been sacrificed to it. He'd come up empty if he didn't leave Billy here.

Billy would have to be his evidence.

“We're going,” Mati states firmly. “I'm not letting you die here.” Suddenly, he was glad for all the time he'd spent working out in his life, because this bastard was heavy, but Mateo was able to help him get off the ground. “Don't you quit on me, only a few steps to my van, then you can lie down in the back.” He half carried him as he talked. “While I drive like a maniac to the hospital, or the mall... emergency services are probably on route to the mall.”

Stop talking. 

Billy almost laughs humorlessly – he's pretty sure that’s just what bullshit they say in the movies – but he’s worried that if he does, he’ll only make the pain worse for himself. By all accounts, he should be dead, but maybe sheer stubbornness and will are all it takes to keep oneself alive. 

He’s not out of the woods yet and if he dies, at least he died doing something good for once in his miserable life. He’s no longer hurting Max with misplaced anger, and he’d saved them, and maybe it doesn’t make up for all the torment he put them through but they’re alive and that’s what matters. 

Max. 

He can’t leave her behind. Either his father will run off like a coward or he’ll turn his anger to Max. Billy’s not sure which of the two he’d do and he fears its the latter. He can’t leave Max behind with an abusive stepfather who would have no mercy when his personal punching bag is gone. 

If anything, he needs to fight for Max. 

He’s done pretty good patching himself up, even if it’s messy, and far from the help he needs. Billy’s lightheaded from the blood that keeps pouring from the three puncture wounds, but it’s not as heavy as it had been. 

Billy’s lucky nothing vital had been pierced through. He would have been a goner then; there would have been no chance of fighting anything. He would just be....gone. 

A jarring thought. 

With this kind of pain, he almost wishes he was dead. 

It takes every part of Billy not to cry out when he’s shifted, teeth gritting together so hard he fears he may break a tooth or two, his entire body cringing in response to the sudden movement. He tries to help, but it’s hard when he can barely move to begin with. 

One arm wrapped around his would-be savior as he’s pulled to his feet. His entire body feels heavy, his eyes half-lidded as he struggles to stay awake. It’s like he’s fighting against an invisible force that threatens to pull him under into nothingness. 

The moment he closes his eyes, it’ll be over. He cannot let that happen, he’s fought this long, he can’t just give up all of a sudden. 

Fight, damn it! 

There’s a voice in the back of his head screaming at him. He inwardly reaches out, clings onto that voice like a fucking lifeboat, and moves with Mateo. 

Fight, fight, fight!

Sluggish steps but steps, nonetheless. The other man is doing most of the work no matter how much Billy tries to help. 

“B-Better to just drive like hell to a hospital.” Normally, hospitals make Billy uncomfortable. The kind of uncomfortable that makes you want to crawl out of your skin. Hospitals have never been anything other than bad news for him, a prison more than help, because doctors and nurses never fucking listen, but if he has any chance of surviving, his makeshift patch-up job isn’t going to cut it. 

It’s better to just drive there, because it’s more of a promise of getting him there than it is turning around back towards the mall. Besides....he doesn’t want to go back there. What if that thing is still back there? He hates the way he takes in a panicked breath, the idea of going back to that place sending a wave of overwhelming anxiety over him. 

“I’m not going back there. Take me to the hospital. If I die, I die.” Once they reach Mateo’s van and the doors are opened for him, Billy uses whatever remaining strength he has to climb inside before he shifts, turning to lay down on the only part of his body that hadn’t gotten injured, his uninjured side. 

      He kept moving at the same pace, the knife digging in, carving something into Grimmjow's back as he went. He'd lean down and lap up some of the blood, Ichigo's tongue making the stream a bit wider but no less heavy. He knew how to cut and where he could without causing any substantial damage that could be life threatening. Which is what made this so much fun.

      "You taste fuckin' incredible." Ichigo would dig the knife into one of the previous cuts, just a bit deeper, his eyes following the thicker flow of blood before he was leaning down and licking more of it up. He'd tried human flesh before himself, thanks to Grimmjow, and he'd complained about it being raw. As if licking blood off his daggers was any better.

      He'd press the tip of the dagger into the area just above Grimmjow's pelvis, he dragged it outward, toward his hip. "You bleed so fuckin' pretty, Grimmjow." Ichigo would moan as he licked the knife clean, deciding to drive his hips into Grimmjow's faster. There was blood dripping down all over the bed. The bed was shitty anyway so he didn't care, they'd long since broken the frame, and the mattress was far from comortable.

They both enjoy blood, Grimmjow more than Ichigo it seems, given how much of a cannibal Grimmjow is. Each dig of the blade into Grimmjow’s skin thrills him, makes him feel even harder than he already is. He’s so fucking hard it hurts but it’s the kind of hurt that Grimmjow thrives on. The kind that spurs him on and makes him crave more. 

Grimmjow could probably cum from being cut alone, the pain and pleasure that comes from it is fucking incredible. It’s a sort of high that makes Grimmjow’s mind all fuzzy and the rough way Ichigo fucks him only adds to the pleasure. 

“Fuck.” Is the only thing Grimmjow says in response, one hand moving from the bed to wrap around his cock to give himself fast and harsh strokes that match Ichigo’s own thrusts, the pleasure building and building inside of him. It won’t be long before he hits his climax, but he doesn’t care if Ichigo fucks him through it or even doesn’t stop after it.