Predatory Instincts
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(i apologize for any possible grammer mistakes)
Tw: blood, chasing (not scary though)
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[Hide and seek]
The rules of the game were:
The hiders will get a 5 minute headstart.
Your only found if the seeker touches you, so run if you can.
Your not allowed to hide outside of the Hotel.
No locking doors of any kind.
Only the seeker is allowed to use magic powers.
The seeker has 1 hour to find everyone. If the time runs out and the seeker hasn't found you.
You win.
The players were:
Angel dust
Charlie
Vaggie
Husk
Nifty
Alastor and you.
You wrote all of the rules down on a piece of paper passed it around, letting everyone look at it.
You grabbed a bottle from the cabin.
"I'm going to spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on, will be the seeker."
Everyone nodded.
You put the bottle on the table and gave it a good spin.
It went around, and around...
It started to slow down... stopping at.. oh no.
Everyone slowly looked up from the bottle.
Nifty giggled.
Alastors grin widened, and you guessed it.
The tip of the bottle was pointing at him.
"Well, let's get to it then." He grabbed his watch out of his pocket.
"Better find a place to hide. Time starts.. now."
A shiver went down your spine.
You didn't like this one bit..
You pushed the feeling aside and quickly made your way up the stairs, running through the long halls of the Hotel.
With only 5 minutes on the clock, you frantically looked around.
After what felt like forever, you spotted a suitcase. Hm.
20 seconds left. This was your only option. You opened the suitcase and hurriedly got in.
"Times up!" You heard Alastor yell from downstairs.
Your heartbeat picked up.
There was a small opening in the suitcase, but big enough for you to get a look outside.
You heard a loud yelp from downstairs, that sounded like Charlie.
She said something shortly after, stuttering:
"Oh, Alastor, y-you scared me.."
The lights flickered.
"I apologize dear."
That's one out.
Not long after that he found: Vaggie under her bed, Angel Dust in the supply closet and Nifty, in the bathroom cabin.
Only you and Husk were left.
Half an hour passed and you still heard nothing.
The suitcase was starting to get suffocating too. You wished you could just-
All of a sudden Husk ran by, with Alastor following close behind him.
That was your cue to get the hell out of that suitcase and make a run for it.
You quickly got out, and ran in the other direction.
You turned a corner, looking behind you, not noticing the cabin infront of you. You ran right into it, cutting your knee.
You fell to the ground, a groan escaping your lips.
Blood trickled down your leg.
Thinking it couldn't get any worse than this, you heard footsteps slowly coming towards you. Shit.
It's just a game of hide and seek right..?
Just quit, your hurt.
No.. Alastor would never let you quit.
Either he finds you, or the time runs out.
He wouldn't let you surrender.
You knew him like that.
He always got way to competitive with these kind of games..
But you weren't planning on loosing either.
"(Y/n) dear.. where are you hiding?~"
Either you get up now, or he's going to find you. Get up.
Your blood dripped to the floor as you tried to stand.
You stumbled towards a nearby closet, and got in, swiftly closing the door.
Alastor came around the corner, his hands behind his back.
He was humming a song you didn't recognize, but it sounded some what.. dark.
He looked around, tracing his finger across cabins, and storage room doors, but he didn't open them. Why wasn't he opening them..? Shouldn't he be trying to find you..?
The stinging in your knee got worse the longer you stood still.
You looked through the opening between the two doors.
He had stopped at the few drops of blood on the carpet. Your blood.
His grin widened.
You always found Alastor to be quite the sadistic man. He really gave you the chills, everytime he was near.
He looked up from the blood, looking directly at the closet, you were in.
10 minutes left.
"(Y/n) dear, won't you come out so we can get this over with?~" he said, slowly approaching you.
You had two options.
Either 1: you stay in the closet, hoping he was bluffing. But if he wasn't he was going to find you, and then you would loose the game.
Or 2: Getting out of the closet and trying to make a run for it, knowing that, with your open knee, you probably wouldn't stand a chance.
You were trying to decide when suddenly, you remembered something.
Cherry had gifted you a small smoke grenade for your birthday last week, that you kept in your pocket.
It wouldn't do any damage, nor was it dangerous, but it could work in your favor as a decoy.
Technically it didn't count as magic, so it was allowed.
That creates plan number 3.
You'd have to act quickly if you wanted this to work. And so you did. You grabbed your diversion out of your pocket, stepping out of the closet.
You pulled the pin out of the smoke grenade and threw it at him, immediately running- well, trying to. You were sure it looked more like stumbling, but oh well.
He coughed.
"Oh? Your running? Are you sure that's the best idea, dear?"
You ignored him and made your way down the stairs.
You just had to get to the kitchen and-
Before you could process it, your body duck down, and fell backwards.
Alastor stood in the door opening, hand leaning against the wall.
You avoided being touched by a hair..
Something was off.. he was breathing so heavily..
He had this look in his eyes, as if he was-
Oh. Oh, shit.
You realized it.
Ofcourse it's not smart to let a predator such as himself be the seeker. How could you be so stupid..
3 minutes left.
He just stood there.. menacingly.. looking at you, as if he was waiting for you to run.
You slowly got to your feet, as your hand found a door handle. You pushed it down and entered the kitchen, stumbling towards the counter grabbing a knife.
How did a simple game of hide and seek turn into a murderous pursuit.
Alastor entered the kitchen as well, closing and locking the door behind him.
His eyes fell to the knife in your hands.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dear."
He said.
One of his shadows grabbed your wrist, pinning it behind your back, and twisting it.
You hissed, dropping the knife before it would actually break your bone.
Alastor picked up the knife, putting it back into place, on the counter.
He took a hold of your face, his grin grew.
"You loose"
The look in his eyes was gone.
His shadow let of your wrist and disappeared.
"Everything okay in there?" Charlie said, from the other side of door.
"Ofcourse!" Alastor answered, sounding like his usual self. He had his fun.
He walked to the door and unlocked it.
Charlie looked around, her eyes finding you.
You still kind of.. well.. petrified, looked at the black mark on your wrist.
"Oh my devil's, (y/n), your bleeding!" She ran to you, grabbing your arm and putting it over her shoulder, supporting you, taking some of the weight of your knee.
"Let's get you patched up."
She took you to the lobby and sat you down, grabbing the first aid-kit.
Alastor followed close behind her, whispering something in her ear. She stopped in her tracks, as she nodded slowly.
She made her way to you again.
"(Y/n), you won the game by the way. Congratulations!"
She smiled widely, cleaning the wound on your leg.
You frowned. You were sure there were 40 seconds left..
Oh well. Maybe the adrenaline of the whole thing got to you..
Thank you for reading!
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smoke session. || freewrite
(i’ll edit later)
pairings: rue bennet x black fem!reader
warnings: smut, light degradation, rue calls reader mama, marijuana use
summary: this isn’t your first smoke session.
the carpet’s gone cold. if it weren’t so rough, your heated body would take comfort in the coolness.
clouds of gloomy smoke looms in the atmosphere of the room. it’s a spacious room, at least now it is. when you first arrived, however many hours or days ago, it felt compacted and suffocating, like no matter how far you got she’d always be so close to touching you.
she. the girl who sits feet, perhaps even yards, away from you, back resting against her bed. she’s slumped, face blank, shoulders and jaw slacked. she heaves soft breaths every so now and then, inaudible from the slow R&B playing from her speaker.
this girl being someone you met at some new years party some weeks back. your friends were who knows where, and your battery was dangerously close to the negatives. some feet away from getting into your uber, this girl, soft curls desperately begging to be combed, tumbled out of a car. you asked her if she was okay as she was rising to her feet, she’s quite the tall lady, and she asked you if her eyes—very brown—were blue.
you gave her your number, obviously.
and now, multiple smoke sessions later, you sit politely on her floors, forgotten blunt tangled between your fingers no longer burning.
the room is comfortable, smells of weed and pomegranate if you ever smelled it. it’s a sweet scent with a bit of a tang, a satisfying tang you had to breathe in a few times your first visit to see if you really liked it.
you did. you absolutely did.
she knows you did, too. see, this isn’t your first smoke session with her.
her girlfriend apparently doesn’t know she’s on drugs again, you find it hard to believe considering she told her at the party.
it’s not a bother to you, though. you couldn’t care even if you tried. you’d be a fool to give up the opportunity of smoking with the prettiest girl in town.
there’s a lot of things her girlfriend doesn’t know. like how she tends to fork-feed you alfredo when you order out, or how she buys you ice cream whenever you do her homework for her.
she takes care of you, this girl. even when she’s out of her mind, off whatever drugs some dude named Elliott bought her, body so relaxed she forgets to breathe—she takes care of you. in more ways than one.
“you’re staring,” whispers her hoarse voice, gentle and light, “what’s wrong?”
her girlfriend doesn’t know about this either, about her soft tone and how genuine her generosity is. her girlfriend doesn’t know how shy you tend to get with this, how uncomfortable it gets to have a dry throat, how you advert your attention to the dirty sneakers sitting against the wall.
“uhn uhn. look at me.”
you were looking. you never stopped. her girlfriend doesn’t know that, though. doesn’t know you were staring at the way the straps of her beige cami laid loose on her shoulders. the way her perky nipples poked through her shirt.
her subtle demand sends a shiver up your spine. your tummy dances, the swell of nervousness twirling in a good way. you were anxious the first time she said this to you. (her girlfriend doesn’t know about that either).
it doesn’t take long for you to crawl into her lap, careful as to not hurt her, even though she might not even feel it. she feels something though, enough to slide her hands up the back of your thighs, cool fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
“you needy, mama?” as she grabs your hips, loose grip somehow being enough to make a whimper fall from your lips and she grunts, her question successfully answered without a word.
her girlfriend doesn’t know what she keeps under her bed. doesn’t know about the purple shoebox, inside a collection of three toys that she doesn’t know about either. her girlfriend has no clue how excited your hazed mind gets to see them, how you’re not-so-subtly humping her thigh and panting in her ear.
“you’re such a fuckin’ handful,” she rasps, navigating your body to lay across her lap, “what is it? you need your pussy played with everytime you smoke?”
yes. you absolutely do. it’s always her, it’ll always be her.
this isn’t your first smoke session.
it takes a minute for your shorts to come off. her sloppy hands do poorly at sliding them past your hips, and helping her scurry out of them was a challenge for your putty body.
you’re eager to spread your legs. the cool air hits the heated slick of your pussy and makes you shiver, but it does nothing to distract you from the ache.
long fingers tease your nipples through your shirt. “fuck. spread your legs summore mama, c’mon.”
her girlfriend doesn’t know how good it feels, how loud you get when she first presses the head of the sleek black wand to your puffy clit. pleasure butterflies dance and rumble in your tummy. she clicks a button to up the intensity, and your eyes roll back to your head.
“fuckin slut,” she mumbles, lidded eyes watching your hips desperately roll into the toy. strings of pants and whines leave your lips and ring in your watery ears. her girlfriend hasn’t seen her like this, seen her groan as her head lolls back as if she’s the one with a vibrator on her clit.
you feel her hips lightly thrust into your back. “fuck, look so fuckin’ pretty right now baby. want summore?”
you keen, head nodding with anticipation. she presses a button to up the intensity and your mouth slacks open with a silent wail, your release squirting out of you. so unexpected, didn’t even know you were so close.
“moremore, please don’t- please—“
her girlfriend doesn’t know how easy it is to get you to beg. doesn’t know she doesn’t have to try hard, or maybe even try at all, to make you melt. doesn’t know she’s just as easy to give into you.
“good girl,” she rasps, her hand under your shirt, groping your tit, “feels good? wanna cum again?”
“yes please, yes please—“ you interrupt yourself with a choke, ending in a soft sigh of a moan, pleasure burning across every inch of your body.
she licks her lips, pinches your nipple, “then fuckin’ cum.”
“rue, rue- ‘m cumming—“
her girlfriend doesn’t know about this. how easy it is for you to cum when you’re high. she knows—rue. knows. because this isn’t your first smoke session.
and she’ll do this for hours, ‘til you knock yourself out if that’s what it takes to satisfy you. the prettiest girl she’s ever laid eyes on.
her girlfriend—jules. she doesn’t have to know. rue wants to keep you to herself, away from the corruption of others’ hands, away from jules.
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