Art By @elgrajaz Of Trouble. He Enjoys Getting Handsy With His Food. The Roped Up Cowboy, Paris, Is A

Art by @elgrajaz of Trouble. He enjoys getting handsy with his food. The roped up cowboy, Paris, is a former victim and an oc of the artist. Gotta read Revenge if you wanna find out what happened to Paris. Ch 11 of Overcome is up on Ao3. Git you sum.

“Eff?” he whispered, looking up at him with a small smile.

“What is it?”

Trouble motioned with his free hand for F to lean in closer.

“What’s the matter?” F’s brow was furrowed. “You’re so quiet. Are you tired, or thirsty?”

This time, Trouble tangled his fingers in F’s hair as he pulled him into a kiss. It took a conscious effort to be gentle; he was so accustomed to biting. When F returned the kiss, Trouble whined softly, lips parting. He shivered as F’s spicy scent flooded his nose and mouth. His fingers slipped free of F’s hair so he could drape an arm around his neck instead.

“Hey.” F pulled back enough to get word out, leaving them both panting into each other’s faces. “You’re supposed to be restin’.”

“‘M lying down,” Trouble replied at once, ears relaxed back and eyes glassy.

“I meant,” F tried to straighten, but the arm around his neck flexed to keep him close, “you shouldn’t be movin’ around.”

“Then don’t make me,” he mumbled. “Come lie down.”

“What?”

“Eff.” Trouble wanted to sigh as F tensed up, but he stroked the side of his neck instead. “Don’t you like kissing me?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not,” he insisted, smiling. “You won’t.”

Art by @elgrajaz of his ocs creepy guy and Becker. Creepy guy is such a charmer <3 And this time Creepy guy has a wing man to help a litte human captive act right. This couldn't possibly go wrong. Ch 10 of Overcome is up, get it while it's hot.

“How far do you think you ran?”

“Um.” Trouble’s frown pulled to the side, brow furrowing as he tried to remember. “I don’t know. It was just more and more forest.”

“You didn’t see any signs? Nothing?”

“No. I couldn’t find any roads or other buildings either, and I was running as hard as I could. I knew he was behind me, chasing me.”

“So...you ran and ran until he caught you?”

“Sort of.” Trouble whimpered and flinched, hearing a phantom snarl that made his stomach turn over. “I looked over my shoulder, to see how close he was and I tripped. I couldn’t get back up in time to run again.”

“What if you weren’t alone the next time?” Paul knelt and reached for Trouble’s wrists, then hesitated. He put his hands back in his lap, thinking. “I have to get home, and I want your help, but you had that knife before. How do I know you won’t try to hurt me again?”

“I already told you, I didn’t mean to.” Trouble lowered his ears and whined softly. “I wanted to scare him, so I could get away. I swear. I’m sorry if I hurt you at all.”

“I...” Paul sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I have to get out of here.”

Apropos of (almost) nothing: I'm the kind of pedant who dislikes calling tentacle porn "tentacle porn" not because I think it's aberrant but because, 98% of the time, what's being depicted are octoform arms or tendrils, not tentacles. Tentacles are defined by the clubbed ends, which are the only part that have suckers. If it's tapered and has suckers all the way down, it's an octoform arm; if it has no suckers at all, it's a tendril.

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