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Uncle Logan |l.howlett| nsfw

A/N: a little suggestive content, uncle!logan x faux!niece reader, age gap, mean!logan, underage drinking, punishment, 18+ f!reader, implied consent, cheating(?)

Your father has come to terms with the fact that letting you come and go as you please is less of a hassle for him than trying to control you. Your mother worries about the boys you ride around with and the girls who help you sneak out when she’s tried to lay down the law. At their wit’s end, they find themselves left with one option; send you into the city to live with your Uncle Logan.

“You want me to live with Uncle Logan for the summer?” You ask in disbelief, arms folded and legs crossed as you sit in your bedroom listening to your parents tell you that they’ve basically had too much of you and are sending you away. You knew you weren’t the perfect daughter, but to just send you off like this seemed a bit excessive to you.

While you love Uncle Logan, you’re devastated that you won’t be able to see your friends or your boyfriend on a daily basis. There were plans you had made together to celebrate finally being out of high school. They were being total drags. “Your father and I just feel you don’t have very good influences and a change of scenery might do you some good.” Your mom explains, wringing her hands nervously. “It’ll just be until Uncle Logan thinks your behavior is adjusted.”

“Mom, this is bullshit, I have already graduated. I did my time, right? I finished high school and now I get to have some fun. It’s not fair!” You argue and your dad shakes his head. “Dad!” You groan.

“No, young lady, you need to be looking into college. You’ve gotta start taking your future seriously. Uncle Logan is a good man and a trusted friend of mine, he’s going to whip you into shape.”

That was the end of that discussion and the next week you were sent to the city. “You’re leaving today?” Your boyfriend asked incredulously over the phone as you angrily toss personal items into your bags. “That’s a bummer.”

“Tell me about it.” You mutter, picking up the small framed picture of you and him and carefully setting it in your bag. “Will you come visit me?” You ask, knowing the answer already, but you love how wrapped around your finger you’ve got him.

“Of course I will, baby.” He says and you smile to yourself. “I’ll come sneak you out like usual. No biggie.”

“It might be a little fun with being in the city and all.” You muse as you sit on your bed and wait for the cab your parents arranged for you to arrive. They didnt even think this was something worth taking off work for so they could drive your themselves. “They’ve got the best bars in the city.”

“Hell yeah, we’ll make the best of it, sweet pea.” He reassures you and you sigh contently.

When your taxi cab arrived to take you into the city, you hung up with your boyfriend and begrudgingly got into the yellow vehicle. Overall, it wasn’t a completely terrible situation because it was clear you and your parents could use some distance. Uncle Logan lived in a shitty apartment building that you remembered pretty well and you recall enjoying the visits to the city in the past. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad staying with him. He wasn’t actually your uncle anyway, so maybe he wouldn’t be so strict with you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Logan greets you in his building’s lobby and you give him a big hug. You’re always taken by how very tall and muscular he is each time you see him. Those strong arms wrapping around you protectively, his kind green eyes, that handsome smile - he gives you butterflies. “You sprouted like a weed, huh?” He comments as he set you back down on your feet. “It’s only been a year.” You grin as he takes your bags and leads you upstairs to his apartment.

“Did my parents tell you why I’m here?” You ask as he lets you in and you turn to look at him curiously. Logan gives you a sympathetic look and you chuckle in disbelief. “Of course they did,” You mutter. “So I bet you’ll be keeping a close eye on me.”

Uncle Logan chuckled as he shook his head, walking down the narrow hallway to the bedroom. “No, kiddo, I won’t be.” He turns to look at you, his stare was suddenly hard and domineering, it made you nervous. “Because you’re not going to want to cause me any problems, right?” You find yourself nodding, crossing your arms over your middle. “That’s a peach, c’mon, let’s get your room set up.”

Kind and handsome as he could be, you knew Uncle Logan was different. Hardened by a vastly long past, but you weren’t going to be deterred by his attempts at keeping you locked up. You were good at getting your way.

You’d soon find out, however, that Logan was better at dealing out punishments than preventing the need for them.

After a small dinner, Logan set you up with a small television in your bedroom that only took CDs and a few stacks of your childhood favorites which you had grown out of by now, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him. You thanked him and waited for him to leave your bedroom to bring your phone out and call your friends about tonight.

“We’ll come break you out around midnight.” Your friend says over the phone as you sit on your new bed and look out the window at the street below. With nightfall now covering most of the view of the street, the lights make the city look so pretty and everything down there is too dark to make out from the apartment windows, the perfect amount of cover for sneaking out.

“There’s an alleyway across the street from the apartment building,” You tell her. “I’ll be waiting there.”

“Sounds good, see you soon!”

Excitedly, you look through your suitcase for an outfit and settle on a black dress with a deep V neckline that stops right above your navel. The skirt falls at the middle of your thigh where it hugs the shape of you ass and the sleeves are long and a mesh material that cuff at your wrists. As you’re killing time, you fix your hair and make sure it falls exactly where you want it to before you decide to add a little makeup.

- brr brr brr - your phone vibrates and you check the message to see that it says your friends are on the way and your boyfriend is with them. A smile tugs at your lips and you do another mirror check before quietly leaving your bedroom.

You are sure Uncle Logan has gone to sleep by now and you’re quick to hurry out of the apartment, only putting your heels on once you are in the lobby. You smile to yourself as you cross the street and look behind you at the apartment building smugly. “Easy breezy.” You murmur as you step into the alley and wait for your friends to call. It was quite cold and you wished you had brought a coat when you suddenly hear the flick of a lighter. Chills run through your body as you turn around and spot the flame of the zippo lighter illuminating your uncle’s face as he’s lighting his cigar. Fuck, you think to yourself as he takes the few steps that close the space between the two of you.

“Going somewhere?” He asks with a smirk.

“No,” You say straightforward. “I-I’m just-”

“Save it.” Logan says before he drags you back the apartment as you’re protesting and pleading, your heels clicking loudly on the concrete staircase.

“Uncle Logan, this is totally unfair!” You whine as he pulls you back into the apartment and slams the door shut angrily behind him. “Come on, I won’t even be gone two hours!”

Logan wordlessly forces you to sit on the couch in the living room and then he saunters to the kitchen where he grabs a half-full whiskey bottle from the cabinet. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion because you swore he was mad, but he’s going to let you have a drink now? Logan shoves the bottle into your lap and then sits on the couch recliner where he points a finger at you.

“Listen to me, very clearly,” He begins and you feel the blood drain from your body from the fear of his aggressive tone. “I’m only going to say this one time, kid. I don’t give a shit what you think is fair. Do you know why?” You say nothing and he continues. “Because you’re a fucking kid. You don’t get to decide what’s fair as long as you’re living off your father’s money. Got it?” Tears prickle at your eyes, but you blink them away. “Now finish that bottle.”

Your eyes widen and you look down at the liquor bottle, completely taken by surprise. This is far too much for you to drink. “I-I’m-I can’t.” You stammer looking over at him as he’s relighting his cigar.

His eyes were serious and cold as the ember at the end of his cigar pulsed with his toking. “Isn’t that what you were going to do tonight?” Logan asks after blowing a cloud of smoke towards you. “You were going out drinking, right?” Your mouth falls open, but no words come out. “Answer the damn question.” He orders and you sigh.

“Yes, I was going out to drink.” You say in a soft voice, your hands trembling.

“So, drink.” He shrugs. “Go on.”

Slowly, you uncap the bottle and take a deep breath before you take a swig. Your face screws up with disgust as you force yourself to swallow the alcohol, some of it dripping down your chin. It burns down your throat and you gasp, coughing and holding onto your chest. “Uncle Logan,” You say, looking at him with the pout that usually works on your dad. “Please, I can’t drink this.”

“What do you drink when you go out with your friends?” He asks curiously and you blush which makes him laugh. “You’re one of those fruity girls, huh? Vodka cranberries and peach schnapps? You’ve got no business being at bars, you belong at a fucking brunch.” You grow annoyed, a little insulted at the way that he’s taking to you, and he notices. “Did I hit a nerve? Go on, keep drinking, kid. Consider it your punishment and I won’t tell your parents you tried breaking the rules on your first night.”

You angrily take another swig and you groan, shaking your head. More of it spills down your chin, onto your chest. “Fuck!” You spit, wishing he’d just ground you or take your phone. Logan keeps watching you, making sure you drink and drink until you’re feeling the buzz and your eyes are stinging from the burn and your own tears.

“You oughta count yourself lucky, kid,” Uncle Logan says as he puts out the stub of his cigar. “Those boys at the bar would’ve seen a pretty thing like you walk in and roofied your drink, then what? The hell am I s’posed to tell your parents then?”

You pout, crying softly because you are drunker now than you’ve ever been before and it feels awful. “Uncle Logan,” You whine, your grip loose on the bottle as you’re growing dizzy and hot in your dress. “Please, I wanna stop.” You slur, sniffling as you try to tug your dress off by your sleeve. Logan’s eyes fall on the V cut of your dress, your breasts almost exposed as you’re sloppy with your movements. The small drops of whiskey running down your middle. Your brows furrow in distress and you cry more, blubbering about wanting to take the dress off. You’ve drank almost two thirds of what was left in the bottle and he chuckles at what it’s done to you.

“Let me see it, sweetheart.” You reach over to hand him the bottle. “Walk it over here.” He says, watching you with amusement as you wobble to your feet and take three unsteady steps towards him. Logan guides you onto his lap and he takes the bottle from you, turning it up and drinking what’s left at the bottom. You sniff as you watch him, wiping your teary eyes as his free hand settles on your ass. “See that? You’re no drinker.” He says, setting the bottle down and placing a hand on your thigh as he looks at you sniffling on his lap, your red lips pouty and your mascara running. “Is this what you wanted? To go drinking just to get this sloppy? You can’t even handle your alcohol. How were you gonna handle some asshole groping on you all night?” He says, shaking his head as he gently wipes your chin off with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, Logan,” You murmur, your sight blurry from tears and the alcohol drowning your inhibitions. “I won’t sneak out again.”

“I don’t believe that.” He smirks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, wiping your tears, and you let your head fall into his palm. “You would’ve been picked up immediately.” He says softly, admiring how pretty you are and he recalls the conversation he had overheard you having on the phone before you snuck out. “Were you meeting a boyfriend?” You nod.

“Adam.”

“What do you and Adam do when you go drinking?” He asks, amused with how tame you are right now.

A smile curls your lips as you think about the things you and Adam do in his car after hitting the bars. You haven’t had sex yet, despite what your parents may think. Not because you’re nervous, but because Adam does whatever you say in the hope of someday getting into your panties. You want to keep it that way for a little while longer. “Stuff.” You blush, grinning at him, fiddling with the buttons of his flannel, and Logan chuckles.

“Does he finger you?”

“Uncle Logan!” You giggle, covering your face shyly.

Logan laughs lightly while caressing your back lovingly. “I won’t tell, sweet girl.” His hand is sliding off your cheek and down your neck, past your collarbones, ghosting over your breast while his thumb lightly traces the now dried line of whiskey drops that ran down your chest, exposed by the cut of your dress. “You sure dressed up real pretty for him.” You let out a soft moan as he tentatively kisses the valley between your breasts and he smells your arousal as it grows in your panties. It smells so sweet and fresh, it makes his mouth water and his cock hard underneath your thigh. His tongue peeks out to lick the whiskey off your skin and you mewl softly, the sound causing many inappropriate thoughts to cross his mind.

“Mm, that feels good.” You whisper, your fist tugging on his flannel and the other hand hooked around his neck. Logan’s got one large hand holding the back of your head as it leans backwards so you give him more access to your body. The other hand is groping your breast while he’s slowly kissing and licking your skin up to your neck and back down just above your belly button, tasting the alcohol you had spilled on yourself. You’re breathing heavily, gasping softly as his tongue and teeth start nipping at your skin, making you grow damp between your legs.

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs against your sternum making you shudder.

“Uncle Logan,” You breathe out shakily, your thighs clamping together as he slips his hand underneath the skirt of your dress. “You shouldn’t be touching me like this.” You say although you’re not exactly putting up a fight.

Logan kisses your jaw softly, grabbing firmly onto the bottom of your thigh to stop himself from going up any further. “You’re right, sweet girl.” He says and he suddenly lifts you up bridal style, making you giggle as he carries you to your bedroom.

You feel so small in his arms and you find yourself kissing his cheek, humming against his jaw as your fingers lace through his hair. A small groan vibrates in his chest and you smile to yourself. “You like that?” You ask teasingly, kissing his neck as he opens your bedroom door. “Stay with me?” You ask, biting your lip as he lays you in your bed and he only chuckles. You watch as he undoes the straps of your heels and tosses them before he pulls the blanket over you.

“Go to sleep, kid.” He says as he leaves your room.

And you do, the drunken buzz in your head lulling you into a deep sleep.

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Uncle Logan II

VS

Summary: Yours and Joel’s newest patrol task is exploring the old mall not far from Jackson. You learn what Victoria’s Secret really is. (She was NOT having an affair with former president of the United States Colonel Sanders) AKA grumpy cranky joel and you get down and dirty in an old Victoria’s Secret.

This is part 1 of my new series “Mall Rats”

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, doin it in front of a mirror (thanks gracie!), reverse cowgirl, joel is a dick, joel is condescending, reader is charming just like me, Joel does all the work because reader is a lady and Joel is an asshole.

W/C: 4.7k

“Weird looking stairs,” you mumble as you take in the unique environment. Beneath your feet are metallic steps with deep lined grooves, in front of you is Joel, stepping down the staircase. In the enclosed building, the walls are lined with different shops, there’s a few different seating areas. Old posters, advertisements. Colorfully painted walls are overgrown with roots and vines. 

“S’cause they’re not regular stairs,” Joel says with a gruff voice. “S’called an escalator. Didn’t have to walk up and down the steps, you could stay stationary and it’d move ya up an’ down.”

“Sounds cool.”

“No,” Joel mutters. “Not cool.”

None of this is cool to Joel. In fact, it’s the opposite. 

Tommy and his crew had stumbled across this mall while on patrol. Of course they couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but they deemed it largely safe of infected. He wasn’t sure how picked over it was, but he figured it would be a good task for you and your curious mind. Comb it through for supplies, clothing, entertainment. Take notes and report back to him. 

So what was Joel there for?

To chaperone you, of course. Keep you out of trouble, keep you safe, answer your million and one questions. 

It was Tommy’s sick and twisted idea of a joke. Joel’s new patrol project involved two of the things he disdained the most: Malls, and you.

 Comedy gold.

“No,” you mock his tone with a silly face, “Not cool.”

Joel rolls his eyes and ignores you. When you reach the bottom of the steps, he looks at his surroundings as he reaches in his bag for his flashlight. Turning it on he says, “We’ll start down here and work our way up. Scope everything out, get familiar. Then you can start combing through the stores for supplies and what have you. You stick by me. No wanderin’.”

“Don’t you mean we?” you ask. “We comb through the stores.”

“No, sweetheart, I don’t. S’your job, not mine. I’m just here to keep ya from gettin’ killed.”

Whatever. Joel can bitch and moan about this all he wants, but you’re grateful for the opportunity to explore the infinite wonders of the mall. It’s not like you’ve got much else to do. You’re indoors, safe from the elements and infected. You’re not complaining. 

You reach into your own bag and pull out your flashlight. You turn it on, and the light flickers dimly. You smack it with your palm a couple times before the light finally goes out, then turn to Joel with a sweet smile on your face. “You wouldn’t happen to have a couple extra–”

“You’re lucky I do,” Joel glares at you as he digs through his belongings to find a couple of double A batteries in his pack. You hold out your hand and he begrudgingly drops the batteries in your palm. “Quit fuckin’ around. Be prepared next time.” He’s certainly jolly today. 

You replace the batteries and turn your flashlight on, and begin to make your way through the bottom level of the mall. Joel’s said nothing since giving you the batteries. 

“So what did you do here? Or, not here specifically. Just like, malls in general,” you ask as you make your way through tables and chairs. A big sign on a nearby wall informs you that this area is called the food court. 

“I did nothing. Malls were always packed with people, way too busy. Too many teenagers. Expensive too,” Joel scrunches his nose as he catches a whiff of something foul at an old hot dog stand. “But other people, they’d come here and shop for clothes, get somethin’ to eat. Could catch a movie f’ya wanted.”

“So where’d you get your clothes from?”

Joel shrugs. “Dunno. Just kinda always had them in my dresser, I guess.”

Sounds like Joel. 

There’s a Panda Express, something called Auntie Anne’s that you and Joel are looking through together. He’s eyeing the cooking equipment and you’re baffled as you stare at a five gallon drum of nacho cheese on the floor.

“That cheese is probably still good,” Joel comments. 

“You’re joking.”

“It ain’t the real cheese like we got back in Jackson. Auntie Anne’s was a pretzel shop, lotta people would dip ‘em in that cheese.”

Auntie Anne’s doesn’t have much to offer, so you and Joel move right along. Next stop is Kentucky Fried Chicken. You point to the man on the logo. “Who’s that?”

“Colonel Sanders. He was the president way back when.”

You know better. “No, he wasn’t.”

“Sure he was,” Joel says. “You weren’t there. You don’t know.”

He’s such a dick. You roll your eyes and leave him and Colonel Sanders to their own devices as you walk through the rest of the food court. 

Joel doesn’t realize you’d left. He tells you another Kentucky Fried Fun Fact and when he’s met with no answer, he looks up to find you at Cinnabon at the end of the food court. 

He makes his way to you then kicks you with his boot. “Didn’t I tell you to stay next to me?”

You ignore his question and ask him your own. “What’s Cinnabon?”

“M’serious,” he says. “No more wanderin’.”

“Yeah, yeah. No wanderin’.” you mock his Southern accent once more. But more importantly, you demand answers. “Tell me about Cinnabon.” 

“They’re just cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon. Bun. S’in the name, genius.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t like those much either, then.”

“Actually, they were pretty good. Big and gooey, covered in icing. You were supposed to split ‘em with someone but I never did.”

“Ah, right. You and your sweet tooth,” You smile. 

“I don’t have a sweet tooth,” Joel lies. “Keep movin’.”

So you do. There’s a lemonade stand here and there, but mostly shops now. A bookstore, jewelry stores. Something called “Wet Seal”. You ask Joel what it is, to which he replies “Fuck if I know.”

A shoe store has piqued Joel’s interest. He’s looking for a new pair of boots as you stare out the window of the shop, wondering who the hell Victoria is and what secret she’s hiding. Joel taps you on the arm to tell you to follow him as he leaves the shoe store.

“What’s Victoria’s Secret?”

“Oh,” Joel says. “Nothin’. We don’t need to go there.”

Oof. Bad move, Joel. Now you have to find out what the deal is with Victoria’s Secret. You take off for the store, ignoring Joel’s orders to stick by his side. “Did she have a secret affair with President Colonel Sanders?”

“No, god dammit. Get back here. We ain’t goin’.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t wanna.”

But you do. So you ignore his bitching and approach the store, stopping when you realize exactly what kind of store it is. “Oh.”

Joel catches up to you. “Mhm,” he mumbles. “S’just underwear. Now c’mon, I’m tired of chasin’ ya.”

“No way,” you argue. “I need new underwear. I’m actually going commando right now, so this is perfect.”

 Joel makes a face like he’s in pain and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ. Boundaries.”

You don’t believe in TMI. 

You enter the store, entranced by the women in the photos and the black sparkly floor. There’s a big table with panties laid on top, drawers underneath that indicate sizing. You open the drawers with your size and begin sifting through the underwear. All different styles, patterns, colors. Way cuter than the few you have back in Jackson. 

You pick out a few different pairs. Brown with pink polka dots, pink with red roses. Some bikini styles, some boyshorts. You hold up a white pair with lace and a little blue flower sewn on the center of the waistband. “Joel, look! Aren’t these cute?”

“Just adorable,” he mumbles without bothering to actually look. If his voice were any more full of sarcasm he’d choke. Joel keeps his eyes firm on the ground, like he’s being intimidated by the mannequins and their threatening panties. You giggle and he shoots you a warning look. 

You look for a few more pairs, then find a few pairs that look a little different. You hold one up, trying to figure out which side you put your legs through. When you look at the nearly bare-assed woman in the advertisement that reads 5 for $20 above you, you realize how it’s meant to be worn. Oh, you think. Neato. You stuff a few of the thongs in your bag. Could be fun. 

Joel’s still behind you, eyes still focused on the floor, off in his own, prudish little world. You wonder what he’s thinking. There’s a fire engine red thong in the drawer, with sparkles and lace. You know, the works. And you know it’ll be just perfect for a special someone. “Hey, Joel. Found some for you.”

“Not interested.”

You loop the thong over your index finger and pull back with your other hand, then shoot it at Joel like it’s a hair tie. It hits him square on his nose and he catches it in his hand, then throws it on the ground as he pouts. “Alright, enough. You’re done. We’re leavin’.”

You shake your head. “Tommy said I’m in charge.”

Joel groans. “Oh, for the love of god. In charge, my ass.”

You know better than to keep arguing. So you just walk towards the bras, ignoring Joel’s voice in the background telling you to get back here. He hates it when you walk away from him when he’s speaking, so he always follows you so that you hear every last word. It works out, though. You get to do what you want, and Joel gets to give you his stern talking-to. How’s that for a compromise?

The bras are set up similarly to the panties, with different drawers for different sizes. Joel’s still going off about how you never follow orders, how you probably don’t even need any of this, you’re just doing it to get under his skin. And it’s working. Something about how when we get back to Jackson, I’m telling Tommy to take me off of patrol with y–

You interrupt. “The fuck?”

“What?”

“What does any of this mean? 30A, 30B, 32A, 34C, 34DD?” You hold up different bras and show him the tags. 

“Those are sizes, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, I gathered that, thanks. But what’s my size?”

“Why’re ya askin’ me? Just grab one so we can go. Christ almighty.” 

Men. No help at all. 

Surely a store that specializes in bras must have some sort of sizing chart or something. There’s end caps with different beauty products, you stuff a strawberry flavored lipgloss in your pocket as you search. The register might have something, you guess. And lucky you, you’re right. Under the counter are a few measuring tapes and charts. 

Predictable Joel follows you, of course. He says nothing as you read through the instructions. First wrap around your back, under your armpits and just above your bust. That’s your band size. Then do the same with your bust, and subtract the band size from the bust. There’s your A, B, C, D and so on.

You take off your hoodie and stand in just a tank top, no bra. When you said commando, you meant it. Joel watches you as you wrap the measuring tape around yourself. 

“Sweetheart,” Joel interrupts, and he sounds exhausted. “What are you doin’.”

“Making you a Cinnabon, what’s it look like?” you mumble with your chin smushed into your neck as you try to read the numbers on the tape. 

And Joel thought Ellie was annoying. 

You’ve got the measuring tape twisted and tangled behind you, and you don’t even realize it. The inner contractor in Joel can’t bear to watch any more of this fuckery. “Give me that,” he spits, yanking the measuring tape away from your body. “You’re useless.”

Joel looks over the directions for a moment before tapping your arms. You lift up, he wraps the measuring tape properly around your body. There’s a nearby pen and he scribbles the number down, then lowers the measuring tape, his thumbs skating over the clothed flesh of your breasts. Your nipples harden as his fingers brush them accidentally. 

And you thought the thong you shot at Joel was red. It doesn’t even begin to compare to the shade of crimson Joel’s face turns as he realizes what he’s done. Quickly, he drops the measuring tape and writes down the second number and your bra size. “Ther-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat. “There. Go find your bra. Then we’re leavin’, and I’m not arguin’ this time.”

You smirk at his vocal mishap. “Okay. But I have to try them on first.”

“You never make things easy for me, do you?”

Joel follows you as you look for a few different bras in your size. You pick out a few that match your panties, and a few others. There’s a silky black bra with so much memory foam padding that it rivals your pillow at home. Again, perfect for your special someone. 

Joel’s smelling different perfumes when you sidle up to him and lay the bra on his head, the large cups sitting on either side of his scalp. “Mickey Mouse,” you tell him.

Joel glares at you as he removes the bra and drops it on the floor. “You are giving me a fuckin’ aneurysm.” 

You look pleased with yourself, which only makes him more pissed off. But the table next to Joel catches your eye. There’s a pretty satin babydoll dress, with a matching pair of panties. It’s a nice light pink color, with pretty floral lace. “Hmm.” you mumble, thinking to yourself.

Joel watches your eyes leave his face as you become distracted. “What?” he turns his attention toward where your vision is focused. “Oh. Nope. You don’t need that.”

 “Why not?”

“You said you needed underwear. S’lingerie. All them frills and lace…” Joel trails off.

“I think it’d be nice for a date night.”

Joel’s jaw clenches slightly. “I do not envy the poor bastard who takes you home,” he says. He’s probably just annoyed, at his wit’s end with you. Probably not jealous. Definitely not jealous. “But guys don’t give a shit what you’re wearin’, honey. Just wanna get what’s underneath. S’a waste of time.”

You shrug and grab your size in the lingerie anyway. Then you take off towards the dressing rooms to try everything on. You enter the first room on the right, and Joel sits at a bench directly across, just a few feet away from you. 

You try on a couple of bras and feel pleased when they fit and support you. They make the girls sit pretty, too.

You take off the bra and eye the pretty babydoll and its matching bottom. So you try it on, and it’s gorgeous. It frames you nicely, sits right above your ass to show off the panties. You admire yourself in the mirror for a while before deciding you’ll save it for a date night. Fuck what Joel says. Maybe he doesn’t like lingerie, but that doesn’t mean you can’t. 

Things are going smoothly until you try to unhook the babydoll in the back. It’s stuck or something. You fidget with it for a second, accidentally smacking your elbow against one of the dressing room walls in the process. 

“Y’alright in there?” Joel calls out to you.

“Fine, just uh…” You step out of the dressing room. “Need your help with the hook in the back. It’s stuck.”

Joel looks like a deer in the headlights when you stand before him, clad in your pink satin babydoll and matching panties. You leave the changing room door open, Joel stares at your ass on the mirror attached to it. He’s all flustered, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Lord have mercy.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re not a lingerie guy.”

Joel swallows thickly. “I don’t know about that, exactly.”

“No?” You raise an eyebrow. Joel, suddenly a man of few words. How much nicer he is when he’s quiet, you think. “How about you unhook it so I can change?”

“Yeah I could uh…do that.” Joel stands up, then carefully holds the straps of your dress between his fingers. His featherlight touch leaves goosebumps on your shoulders. “Shouldn’t be wearin’ this. It’s very impractical.” 

“I know, Joel. You mentioned that.”

His hands trail lower down the straps, his fingers resting against your skin. “Uh huh. Cheap material…could get torn very easily f’ya aren’t careful.”

And then his fingers are moving up the straps again. He places two hands on your hips and turns you around, fingers skating across your ass cheeks. You feel his body step closer to yours, his hot breath on your neck as he whispers, “M’sure it's not stitched too good. Probably not easy to clean, either.” He catches you off guard when you look at yourself in the mirror. He’s staring intently at the reflection of your body, then his eyes flicker to yours.

“Right,” you agree. 

Joel’s scanning your body again, observing how the fabric falls around your curves just so. He looks hungry, like the moment you peel your eyes from him he’ll devour you.

“Are you gonna take it off of me?” He ignores your question as he pinches the bottom of your babydoll between his fingers, the soft satin tickling your skin as he moves the fabric. “Joel?”

“Yeah, hon. I’m gettin’ there. Be patient f’me, now.” Your stomach flutters at the low timbre of his voice, the way he purrs in your ear. Joel absolutely does not like lingerie. Not one bit, god dammit.

His eyes are darkened with lust as he sucks in a breath, admiring the way your breasts sit beneath the clothing, the way it drapes over your stomach and rests on your hips. One of the straps falls off your shoulder and he clicks his tongue. “See? S’no good.”

“Guess so,” you agree, and he places the strap back on your shoulder, his fingers lingering for a moment too long as he contemplates his next move.

“Closer,” he pulls your hand towards himself, and you step backward. He lets his hands slide down your body over the lingerie and you watch him frown in the mirror, his hands stopping when he reaches the bottom of your dress. “N’it covers up all these pretty curves…” Joel lifts up the fabric, inspecting the craftsmanship of your panties. He takes note of the way they’re darkened beneath your core, sticky with your arousal. “These panties…thin, huh?” He traces a finger delicately over the strap on your hip, pulling it back and snapping on your skin. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Joel,” you breathe shakily, “You’re teasing me.”

“M’sorry, darlin’. Just tryna show ya somethin’.” You watch as he trails a finger over your mound, dragging it across the damp cloth and finding your clit over the fabric. He rubs steady circles as he whispers, “See, now look at that. You’re stainin’ em. Makin’ a big fuckin’ mess of yourself.”

You bite back a moan. “Joel, what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like, I’m makin’ a Cinnabon.” Joel mocks you from earlier, but you don’t catch his snide teasing. You’re foggy headed and lost in this moment. “I just said I’m tryna show ya somethin’. Now hush while I’m speakin’.” He pushes your panties to the side, smirking when he feels how soaked your soft folds are as he drags his fingers up and down your slit. Your knees weaken and wobble, and Joel wraps an arm around your waist to guide you back some more. He sits on the bench with you on his lap, tapping a foot in between yours. You spread your legs and your stomach flutters feeling his hardness press against you. You watch him through the mirror as he speaks quietly into your ear, his breath tickling you as two of his thick fingers breach your entrance and push inside. “You said this lil’ number would be nice for a date, right?”

You nod while whimpering, turning your face into his neck. With his other strong hand, he holds your jaw and turns your attention back to the mirror in front of you. “S’matter? Don’t be gettin’ all bashful on me now,” he murmurs.  He’s curling his fingers, swirling them inside you and memorizing every inch of your walls. “Watch how I touch ya.”

You watch his fingers twitch and dance under your pretty pink panties. You peel your eyes away to look at his face, and he’s focused on his hand between your thighs. 

“S’pose it could be nice for a date,” Joel breathes. “You’d wear this, what, under a pretty dress or somethin’?”

You nod again.

“And then when that pretty dress comes off that evenin’, then what happens?”

“I-I dunno, Joel.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart. I’ll tell you what happens. Your gentleman's gonna take one look at this little getup and rip it right off. Leave it in shreds on the floor and break your poor heart.”

You’re waiting for Joel to do just that. But he doesn’t, he just keeps fingering you under your panties. Two fingers deep inside you, thumb painting circles into your clit. There’s a heat building in your stomach, tickling you from the inside. Joel takes a moment to lift you up, undo his jeans and pull himself out before he begins to rock against you. His head nudges between your cheeks, warm and smooth and hard. How you wish you could see it, hold it in your hand, feel him with your tongue. You squirm against him and find his free arm, hugging it tight to steady yourself on him. Joel chuckles in a low tone.

“But I know you feel pretty,” Joel continues, “M’gonna work around it for ya, baby, but only if you’re good t’me. You know what that means?”

You’re irritated as you shake your head no. Joel’s using his fingers to taunt you, tease you. He knows just how he’s working you up, giving you just enough to keep you squirming but not enough to send you over the edge.

“It means–” Joel pulls his fingers away from your core and you groan. “Shush. Quit your whinin’.” He pushes you up by your hips so he can pull his pants down a little further, then sits you on his lap again, this time with his cock sitting between your folds and your panties pulled as far to the side as he could get them. With his hands still on your hips, he guides you up and down, up and down, coating himself in your arousal. You can just barely make out the shape as his tip rubs against your clit. He continues, “Means no more wanderin’,” he pulls the top of the babydoll down and watches your tits fall out, his both hands leaving your hips and sliding up to play with your breasts. “Y’come prepared for patrol,” he notches his stiff cock at your dripping entrance, “And I’m in charge. Not you. We clear?”

You nod. You’re not sure how he did it, but with Joel’s teasing, he’s seemingly melted away every bit of attitude in you.

“Good girl. Now don’t say I don’t do nothin’ for ya.”

With that, he thrusts up into you, parting your insides. You watch his cock disappear inside of you before throwing your head back on his shoulder with a moan. Joel smirks before using a firm yet gentle hand to guide your head back where he wants it. “Watch,” he coos, reminding you. “You’re pretty like this.”

Joel uses his hands on your hips to bounce you on his cock, then lets them glide up your body. He palms your breasts, squeezing and watching your flesh move and bulge under his fingers. He gropes you a couple of times while pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying the way your moans change pitch with the action. 

While Joel plays with your nipples, you ride him. Your thighs ache and tremble, knees shaking. You bounce yourself on him a little longer before letting yourself go limp. 

Joel takes the hint, drops his hands to your hips and picks up where you left off. You lean back and let him do his thing. “Gonna make me do all the work for ya, huh?”

You say nothing, just let those sweet sounds fall from your lips as he fucks you. You reach between your thighs and touch what you can of him, unsatisfied with the way you didn’t get to before. Joel makes a noise, seemingly enjoying it.

He kneads your ass as he uses his strong arms to move you up and down, snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck,” he hisses. He lets out breathy sounds, grunts and growls tickling your ear and making the hair on your neck stand straight up. He’s sweating, soaking through his shirt and making your back feel damp. You’ll take what you can get of Joel right now, but you’re wishing you could see him better. Feel him more, his skin, watch his muscles twitch under you. Or above you. You don’t have a preference at the moment.

“Joel,” you moan. “Oh, Joel.”

He smirks, pleased with the noises you make. Pleased with your lack of words, your lack of attitude. How docile for him you are. He would have fucked you long ago if he knew you’d be like this. So well behaved. 

He turns his face into your neck and bites down. Hard. He soothes the marks over with his tongue, whispering nothings into your skin. You find your clit with your hand and begin circling it while Joel fucks into you. You think you have the right. Joel, however, disagrees.

“Hey,” he smacks your hand away. “What’d we talk about? Who’s in charge?” You move your hand between your thighs again, and Joel circles your wrist with his fingers and holds it away from you. “I asked you a question.”

“You are, Joel,” you breathe. 

“S’right. Means I take care of ya,” In the mirror, you watch Joel let go of your wrist and find your clit himself. “Thought you’d know better. Just sit pretty. S’all ya gotta do.”

“Joel,” you whisper, “Let me come,” 

“What’s the magic word, hon?”

“Please,” you beg. “Please. Make me come for you, I want–I wanna come on your cock, please. Please, Joel.”

“Wrong,”

You huff, exasperated and frustrated. 

 “It’s Cinnabon.”

Joel shifts himself on the bench, finding the perfect angle. He continues fucking you, effortlessly finding that sweet spot inside you. He pulls back the hood of your clit, fingers painting the sensitive nub as he begins his work. Your thighs tremble and shake, he keeps you pressed tight to his chest. 

He’s magic. You’re moaning with abandon, eyes darting between the picture between your thighs and his face, and he’s playing with you like he owns you. 

“Right there,” you tell him. “Right there, Joel.”

Soon enough, your moans become breathier and broken, spread out between a medley of curse words and Joel’s name. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Look at you, comin’ so nice on my cock.”

You squeeze Joel’s working arm as you come, nails digging into his hot skin, feeling his tendons and muscles twitch under your fingertips. Your walls pulse and contract with your orgasm, the pleasure built up deep inside you spilling over and coursing through your veins. 

You’re limp against Joel, letting him use you as he chases his own release. He sits you straight up, bounces you harshly for a moment before breathing through his gritted teeth. You pull your attention from the mirror in front of you and focus your vision on your lap, watching as he comes inside you. Watching yourself soak his cock. He keeps you moving, his spend spilling out of you and over your pink panties. 

Joel pulls your body off of him and sits you back down. His spend continues dripping out of you, spilling onto the bench. He gets your clothes out of the dressing room and places them next to you, then stands you up and unclips your babydoll dress in the back. You forgot about that. But he did say he was getting to it, after all. 

He pulls the garment off of you, then helps you out of your stained panties. He helps you into a new pair of panties, the white pair with the little blue flower on the waistband. “So you’re not goin’ commando anymore,” he says. Then he dresses you in one of your new bras, your shirt and your pants. The lingerie lays crumpled on the floor. 

“So you still don’t like lingerie?” you ask.

Joel shrugs. “Keep it. I don’t care,” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You tried your shit on, we’re leavin’.”

That’s fine by you. Next stop is Bath and Body Works. You spotted it earlier, and you actually know what that store is. You’re low on body sprays and you’re gonna make Joel help you pick out some new ones, even if you have to drag him kicking and screaming. 

‘Cause Tommy said you’re in charge. 

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- Just a fan, I can't handle change by Roar, 2016

Roar! 1

Jake and Alex looked like your average guys from the outside. Truth is though, they held a secret that they kept from the world. They were actually shape shifters. They could turn into animals, but only one each. They considered these animals to be their spirit animals.

Jake was a fox, the infiltrator of their duo. He was the one who got information on animals, and figure out how to stop the conflicts.

Alex was a wolf and was usually the one to fight should the need arise.

They just liked keeping animals from having wars. They occasionally had to deal with humans, and they had technically saved the world a few times even though they didn't know it.

They had in fact been tasked with keeping animals safe by an old nature spirit who was tired of seeing the world destroyed by both animals and humans.

Jake and Alex couldn't talk to animals. They could, however, figure out what was going on by body language, instinct, and sheer dumb luck. This made their job hard at times, but they enjoyed it nonetheless.

The Nature spirit who had given Jake and Alex their powers met the two in their final year of high school. The two had just been in a bad accident, in which they had struck a tree. Alex had been driving, and they were late for a movie. It was a stormy night, and Alex was speeding a little. A fox ran out into the road, and Alex swerved to miss it. The car flipped and hit a tree, which stopped the momentum.

The Nature spirit found the two in the car at death's door. "You know you need to be more careful Melker."

"I am sorry my lady," the fox said, bowing low. "I know you needed two champions, and these two looked like the best. This was my final test, and they passed."

"Well then I suppose I have no choice. The others will not be happy about this. After Kalvar left, they haven't been too thrilled about newcomers."

"My lady," Melker said, "They would follow you to the ends of the earth."

"I know," the nature spirit said. "In that case, I will have to save them, and give them the powers fitting of my champions."

The spirit leaned into the car, kissing Alex, and then Jake on the forehead. Life returned to their bodies, as Alex transformed into a wolf, and Jake transformed into a fox.

They would hereafter be known as defenders of nature, and go on to save the world from two threats that threatened the fate of the universe.

Roar! 2

Jake sat on Alex's couch, fingering the scar on his wrist. It ached every time it rained, and it was pouring now. Jake had, as you probably know, tried to kill himself before, and got a long lecture from Alex. Jake had wanted to get something done about the scar, but Alex told him he needed to keep it as a reminder of just how stupid he had been.

Alex was in bed on this particular evening, fighting off the flu. Ever since they had gained their powers six years ago, sicknesses had affected them differently. Jake, who never really got sick, started to get sick once a year. Alex had always gotten a cold every year, and since he gained his powers, that cold started turning into the flu.

Jake shivered. Alex didn't keep blankets just laying around the house, and Jake didn't want to go back to his room (a spare room Alex had assigned to Jake for any time he needed to stay over) to get one from the bed. Alex always kept his house cool, even during the winter. Jake never understood this, it was no wonder his best friend was sick.

"He's more hard headed than I am," Jake mumbled to himself. He figured he would tough it out a few more minutes before going to check on Alex and grab a blanket.

As Jake sat there, staring into space, he heard footsteps going into the bathroom, some splashing noises, and Alex groaning slightly before the toilet flushed.

"Great..." Jake said. "Guess I'll have to go out to get some ginger ale after I check on him." Jake got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom door. "You alright in there buddy?"

"I threw up," Alex replied, sounding miserable.

"Okay," Jake said. "I'm coming in okay?"

"Okay," Alex said.

Jake opened the door to find Alex sitting on the floor. Jake grabbed a cloth and wet it with some warm water and lay it on the back of Alex's neck.

"Thanks buddy," Alex said, feeling slightly better.

"Let's get you to bed," Jake said, picking Alex up off the floor, carrying him gently. Jake took Alex to his room and tucked him in. "I'm going to go to the store to get you some ginger ale. You call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay," Alex said, already half asleep.

As Jake drove, he thought back to all he and Alex had been through. Alex had saved Jake's life once before, literally, so Jake owed Alex everything. They had been on so many adventures. Hiking, playing in mud, getting stuck in quicksand, and saving animals. The two of them had been inseparable since they were teenagers.

Jake found the ginger ale and headed back to Alex's house.

As Jake opened the door, unlocking it with the key he had, he heard a noise from the kitchen.

"Welcome back," a voice said.

Roar! 3

As Jake walked into the kitchen, he saw a large rat standing on the counter.

"Master Splinter?" Jake said, trying not to smile.

The rat tilted it's head in confusion and then it said, "No... My name is actually Lendren. I come with a message from the council."

"The Council?" Jake felt slightly confused. It had been many years since the council had actually called upon them. That only happened when there was a large threat that would either end a species or enslave millions of people and animals.

"Yes," Lendren said. "You and Alex are to come at once."

Jake felt uneasy as he replied. "That might take a few days. Alex is sick and he needs rest."

Lendren seemed to think this over for several minutes before speaking again. "Alright," he said. "We can give you two days. If Alex is not well by then, you must come alone. This meeting is of the utmost importance."

"Understood," Jake said.

With that, Lendren hopped down off the counter and disappeared.

Jake grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some ginger ale into it. He then headed back to Alex's room.

After knocking, Jake entered and quietly walked over to the bed. "Here's your ginger ale buddy," Jake said, setting the glass on the nightstand.

"Thanks," Alex said, not even opening his eyes.

"Someone from the council showed up by the way," Jake said casually. "We need to meet them in two days."

Alex groaned and turned away from Jake.

"If you're not feeling well by then, I'll go by myself," Jake said.

"No," Alex said, "I'll come. It's both of our duty, not just yours."

"Okay buddy," Jake said. "We'll see how you feel then."

Jake gently rubbed Alex's back and left the room to let Alex rest.

Roar! 4

At the appointed time, Alex was feeling mostly recovered. At least, he was well enough to travel.

Jake had been at Alex's house nearly every day, only leaving to work, or water the flowers in his own garden. A better friend could not have been asked for.

The two headed to Jake's house to make their way to the council. Jake had a special gate in his garden that would lead to the council, if anyone knew the correct symbol to draw upon the gate.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Jake said, patting Alex's shoulder gently.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Alex replied.

"Okay," Jake said, reaching out towards the gate and drew the symbol with his finger.

As the gate opened, Jake and Alex stepped through.

They were in a small open space, deep in the woods. Behind the two boys was a large rock formation. In front of them was a sort of amphitheater. Various animals sat on the seats, waiting to begin.

"Time to begin I suppose," a kindly old bird said.

"Hope we're not late," Jake said, feeling somewhat guilty.

"You're actually Right on time," a deer said, holding his antlered head high.

"So where's Nature," Alex asked.

The animals murmured amongst themselves, feeling offended that Alex had disrespected the nature spirit.

"Sorry for him," Jake said, roughly putting his arm around Alex's shoulders. "We're on good terms with her, and she said we could call her that."

The animals still looked on the boys with disdain before an old badger spoke up. "Now now, let us all settle down," he said. "We have called you here because a new shadow has appeared."

Jake and Alex had already defeated an old friend of Jake's many years ago, back when they had first gained their powers. It was was their most difficult battle, and the next challenge was sure to be just as difficult, if not more so.

"We know this will be more difficult than your last big endeavor," a mountain lion said. "We will give you all the help we can. You have your own powers, but if that should prove to not be adequate, all you have to do is call to us, and we will come to your aid.

"Thank you, "Jake said, bowing slightly.

"Thanks," Alex said. "So who are we after this time?"

"We are not entirely sure," the badger said. "All we can tell you is the location. It is deep in the forest of the Blue Mountains. It will take some time for you to complete your mission, but stay vigilant, and you will prevail."

Roar! 5

After Jake and Alex left, the animals all sat in silence for a moment, collecting their thoughts.

After a bit, the Nature spirit came along to check that everything had gone well. "Are that on their way then?" Nature asked.

"They are, my lady," The old bird said, bowing.

"This had to be done," Nature said. "In order for peace to come, Belstreth must be destroyed."

"We understand, my lady," The badger said.

After a moment of silence, the Nature spirit turned to the old bird and said, "On to other matters, have you found a suitable replacement?"

"I have," The bird said. "She will be joining us tomorrow."

"I am pleased to hear it," Nature said.

"Is there any other news," The badger asked.

"Oh,there is indeed," another voice said.

The Nature spirit and animals looked towards the stone where Jake and Alex entered. There was a large cat sitting in front of the stone, grooming itself.

"What do you want?" The old bird asked, tensing up.

"She knows," The cat said, nodding towards the Nature spirit and grinning.

"You know you can't join Belstreth." Nature said, her brow furrowing.

"I know," Kalvar said, waving his paw as if to wave the thought away. "I was referring to the other thing I wanted." Kalvar's grin grew wider as he spoke.

"The answer is still no," Nature said. "Doing that would bring chaos to all the worlds, not just your own. It would destroy everything, not bring back peace."

"I must know though," Kalvar said, starting to look serious.

"Why must you try these experiments?" Nature said.

"I'm bored," Kalvar yelled, a shadow passing over his body, revealing his true form for a fraction of a second. Kalvar gained control again and grinned. He then said, "I apologize. The high council won't help. I have nowhere else to turn. They are all gone. I must have a place to start over."

"Well, you will just have to go back to the high council and petition once more." the badger said, looking on Kalvar with disdain.

Kalvar grinned and said, "Fine, then I shall just take it for myself." Kalvar then transformed into a his true form and slew all of the animals in seconds.

Nature barely got away. Kalvar hit her with a shadowy claw as she disappeared. As she disappeared, Nature could see Kalvar's shadowy grin, and could hear him chuckling to himself.

Roar! 6

The mountains were beautiful in the late summer evening light, even though the temperature was too warm for comfort. Andren waited for Kalvar to arrive, working his magic to form the trees into the proper shapes for his new mansion. He had already used the roots to cut a rough throne for himself from the stones of the mountain.

"That looks fantastic guys!" Andren said to the plants. The plants quivered in pleasure and continued working. Andren ran his fingers through his short earthy brown hair and smiled. The mansion was coming along quite nicely. A definite improvement over where he had grown up.

"You're doing well for yourself," a voice said from behind Andren.

He wheeled around and saw Kalvar standing there grinning his usual mischievous grin.

"Master Kalvar," Andren exclaimed, running over for a hug.

Kalvar held up a paw to stop him and Andren froze and his shoulders sagged in disappointment.

"I have much to tell you," Kalvar said. "We have many plans to iron out."

Kalvar then went into a long winded speech and Andren sat down on the ground, looking slightly bored.

After Kalvar finished, Andren simply said "I could just use the dark powers I obtained as a kid and destroy this world and slip away with you in all the chaos." He had an evil glint in his eyes now as though he relished the thought of destroying everything in the world. When Andren finished speaking, there was a low growl and then a deafening roar." Well well," Andren said. Sounds like Sandrel agrees with me. He hungers for this world."

Kalvar shivered. He wished for the worlds to be destroyed so that he could start things over, but Andren's thirst for destruction would consume him as well as Kalvar and all of existence if left unchecked.

"How would he like to eat a nature spirit?" Kalvar said, grinning slightly.

Andren smirked and said, "That might quell his hunger a little." Then Andren's expression brightened a little and he said, "speaking of hunger, I'm starving. Did you bring me anything to eat?" His eyes sparkled with a childish light as he sat with his legs crossed, beaming up at Kalvar.

Kalvar looked disgusted and shook his head. "You should have plenty of money. Go into town and buy yourself some food."

"I would," Andren said, "but eating alone just isn't very fun." As he said this, Andren looked very put out. Kalvar was annoyed with this because it was pulling on even his hardened heartstrings.

Sandrel then growled in agreement and Kalvar shuddered. That thing was going to be a problem later if it survived the war that was coming.

The sun was finally setting enough so that shadows covered not only the ground, but were creeping up the other side of the valley.

At that moment Sandrel decided to emerge from its hiding place. The thing was much larger than Kalvar ever imagined. It looked like a cross between every land mammal ever bred. Powerful and eager to fight. It's glowing green eyes shone from its head like lanterns and it's teeth shown bright white from its giant shadowy maw. A mouth that could possibly eat the world and still be hungry.

Roar! 7

Jake and Alex had found the perfect camping spot and set up a small tent, just large enough for the two boys to sleep comfortably. Alex was out getting fire wood while Jake foraged edible herbs that wouldn't kill them.

As Jake got back to camp, he collapsed and said, "man, I'm so tired..."

"Well, we still need to eat before we go to bed," Alex said, piling the wood into the small hole they had dug. "Or you could just go to bed without dinner," he said with a slight grin.

"Suddenly I feel energized," Jake said, and both boys grinned.

Alex was searching in the pack they had brought and couldn't find the matches. "Hey Jake..." he said, already knowing the answer to the question he planned to ask. "Where are the matches?"

"Oops," Jake said, "I may or may not have forgotten them..."

Alex just stared at Jake, feeling exasperated. "So how are we supposed to start a fire now?"

"Well..." Jake said, "just watch this," he said, grinning. He snapped his finger and said, "foxfire!"

Fire sprang up in the pile of wood and crackled gently.

Alex looked at Jake, looking slightly disappointed in him, "you forgot them on purpose, didn't you?"

Jake laughed nervously and put his hands behind his head, elbows out. "I dunno what you're talking about," he said, trying not to make eye contact with Alex.

"Uh huh," Alex said, trying not to roll his eyes. "Well, at least we have fire now. So when did you learn that trick?"

"About a month ago," Jake said, feeling excited and looking proud of himself. "I was just looking for a chance to surprise you." At this, Jake grinned widely.

Alex just looked at Jake, disappointedly and then grinned. He knew his friend loves to show off occasionally. Especially when he has a new trick up his sleeve.

Jake suddenly looked pensive and Alex said, "What's on your mind?"

Jake grinned and said, "You remember when we first became our animal forms? We were so confused."

Alex smiled slightly and said, "Yeah, you could barely walk. That was pretty random."

Jake smiled again and said, "Yeah, you know me. Always trying to be unpredictable." Both boys chuckled and set about their tasks once more.

As Jake was preoccupied, Alex snuck up behind him, quiet as a mouse, and blew icy cold air across Jake's neck.

Jake yipped and sprang forward, patting the back of his neck. "Geez Alex, where did you learn that?" Jake said, still rubbing his neck.

Alex was sitting on the ground, laughing. "You're not the only one with tricks up his sleeve," he replied.

"Man," Jake said, "you nearly gave me frost bite."

"Ah, you'll live," Alex grinned as he said this, knowing his friend was actually okay.

Jake went back to his work, but held out a hand towards Alex, not even looking up. Alex looked at Jake's hand and arched his eyebrow.

"What?" Alex said.

Jake looked at Alex innocently and said, "give me a cookie for emotional damages."

Alex just rolled his eyes and said, "you can have a cookie when we're done."

"Ah come ooooooooooon..." Jake whined. "Just one. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

"No," Alex said. "Now get back to work."

Jake set back to work, and then there was a rustling in the brush.

Jake quickly got behind Alex, peeking over his shoulder. "What is it...?"

"I don't know," Alex said, getting into a defensive stance.

Just then a stoat hopped out of the brush, blinked up at th two boys, and then said, "hello boys. I've been looking all over for you."

Writing a new chapter of Roar! today, and I get to use a Cherokee word! So stoat... I mean stoked for this chapter 😉

Roar! 8

Jake's eyes widen. "Awwwwwww! It's so cute! I wanna pet it!" He tries to step forward, but Alex restrains him, and the stoat looks miffed.

"I will not allow myself to be pet," the stoat says with contempt. "I was sent to show you the way to my masters base of operations. He is very eager to meet you." The stoat seemed to grin as it's eyes glittered.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Alex said, arching an eyebrow, his arm around Jake's shoulders. "Also, how do you know about our mission?"

The stoat chuckled. "Why, the whole forest knows of your mission. Most are just too timid to step forward. You do reek of..." The stoats nose wrinkled, "...humans."

Jake raised his hand. "I mean, we are humans."

The stoat seemed to grin again. "Yes, but we know that you are utsati. Those that can change their form."

Jake looked quizzically at Alex. "Bugatti?"

"Shut up Jake," Alex said, not taking his eyes from the stoat. "So why you?"

The stoat looks sad for a moment. "Unfortunately, I owe Andren a great debt. My finding you is part of my way of repaying that debt. My family was in danger many years ago, when there was a landslide. Andren saved us, and I have been in his debt ever since."

Jake looked sympathetically at the stoat, but Alex's face was stoic.

"Let's trust him Al," Jake said.

Alex bopped Jake on the head. "I told you not to call me that." Alex's arm comes loose from Jake's shoulder and Jake takes a tentative step away from his best friend. "Okay, we'll follow you."

The stoat looked delighted. "So glad to hear it."

Jake rushed forward and patted the stoat, and the stoat swiftly bit Jake's finger. "I said no petting," the stoat said with a snarl.

Jake stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "Owwww. Dat hurd."

"Don't do that you idiot," Alex said, pulling Jake's finger out of his mouth. "It might get infected. Here," Alex pulled alcohol out of the first aid kit and poured a little on Jake's finger, making Jake squeal. Alex just rolled his eyes and pulled out a bandaid and stopped. "Jake... Why are there only cute cartoon bandaids?"

Jake looked nervous. "I-it's all I could find."

Alex just rolled his eyes and then said, "yarrow, right?"

"Yeah," Jake said, nodding and wincing in anticipation as Alex grabbed a fresh sprig of the herb.

"Open up," Alex said, holding the herb up to Jake's mouth.

Jake's face blanched. "Just use the mortar and pestle. I...I hate that stuff."

"I know you do," Alex said, looking serious. This is what you get though. He held the herb against Jake's closed lips.

Jake finally gave in and took the herb in, chewing it with a grimace. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Just shut up she chew. Now spit," Alex said, hold out his hand.

Jake spit out th green mess, and Alex gingerly applied some to Jake's finger, making Jake yelp and dance, while Alex held his hand in place.

"Stop being such a baby. It'll get better in a minute." Alex applied the bandaid and released Jake's hand.

Jake shook his hand, and the stoat looked up at them, a look of boredom on its face. "Shall we go?"

"Yeah. Let's pack up," Alex said, starting to pack up.

As the boys and the stoat started to head out, a crow flew over and croaked, "leave! Leave! Leave! Leave them alone!"

The stoat glared up at the sky, until the crow dissappeared. "Some of the animals up here aren't as charitable as yours truly." The stoat seemed to grin and it's eyes twinkled.

Alex motioned, still not trusting the stoat. "Let's just get going."

The stoat scampered off and Jake and Alex followed behind, unsure what they were getting into.

Hope everyone liked th chapter. Let me know your thoughts in th comments, and if you found th Cherokee word, let me know what you think it means 😉

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does anyone else think that one lyric in cemetery girl by icp is choke and not chew? because it makes sense for it to be choke, since the following line is "'cuz my baby is already dead." and not to mention, on genius the lyric is choke. i don't know, chew just doesn't make sense cuz like wdym your eating her???????? i also felt this way about christmas kids, cuz i always heard "change your name, not change your mind" and not "or change your mind" i have reason for thinking this way about christmas kids too! not change your mind makes me feel like the narrator of the story is saying she'll hide and leave, and she won't change her mind about this. but i am wrong about the christmas kids one because it is "or change your mind" on genius.