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tripleglitchwriting · 5 months

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Ignition (Part 3)

Gn human reader, Ratchet-centric

We are slowly clawing our way out of the angst, folks.

CW: Miscommunication, mild language, getting burned by water graphically, referring to a person as “it” (unintentionally), injury, anxiety thoughts about awful things happening, a little fearplay

You recounted the last couple hours in your head. Most, if not all of your memories were either fuzzy or painful, and right now you weren’t making many good ones. You’d ended up shrouded in darkness longer than you’d really expected, though to be fair you expected to be dead by now. At some point the giant opened up its hand for a second and grabbed some sort of metal tool before putting it somewhere you couldn’t see, then immediately shut you off from the world again and walked off. At that point you’d been hoping it was just a really vivid nightmare, the world having been dark for so long. Too bad nothing good ever happens to you.

Deeper into the forest you went- you assumed it was still the forest from the sounds of trees being snapped like twigs- and thoughts of horrible things that could happen next latched onto your conscious mind. Getting torn apart limb from limb, getting chopped up, ending up crushed, being played with like a toy, getting eaten? Though, if it wanted to this thing could have done it already… so why was it taking you so far away?

Unfortunately, you got your answer. The next time it removed the hand blocking out the light you were greeted with the sight of a creek. It was quaint and nice, you would have loved to sit there for a while if you weren’t being kidnapped by a giant robot with unknown intentions. It set you down on the forest floor, not noticing your grimace as your leg hit the ground in an awkward way, sending waves of pain up your body. Really, the thing seemed to be ignoring you. For now, at least, as it started doing something near the creek. It knew you couldn’t get away so it just… left you there. Oh how you wished you could prove it wrong.

A sour feeling wormed its way into your gut. You pushed it down in favor of something sweeter. Up above were the extravagant, warm colors of the autumn leaves. It was always a nice season, at least where you were geographically. Now the sun was just dipping down past the horizon, saying it’s goodbye by taking the colors of day with it. You spent a bit watching it, reminiscing on days you couldn’t quite remember and nights spent stargazing rather than sleeping. Unfortunately while you daydreamed something crucial happened, or what you assumed was crucial, because the titian seemed to be building something.

It began to put together what you could only understand as a makeshift container. A bowl or a tub, big enough for both of its hands to fit comfortably in. It welded together metal with a blowtorch, which was absolutely another thing you had to worry about, but what was more terrifying was what it did when it finished the bowl. It filled it up with water. And started a controlled fire to heat it. Like a camper heating up cold food. A shiver ran up your spine as you thought about what the food could be in this situation.

When it turned back to you, you tried to scoot back again, but it was in vain. It used a smaller container, made of the same metal if you had to guess, to take some of the boiling water. Cold, unmoving eyes beamed down on you like headlights. Suddenly, you knew how the deer felt.

You shook and begged for it to stay away, only earning you an insultingly pitying look before emptying the cup over your neck and collarbone. It was searing. You screamed, of course, and kicked and struggled and did everything in your limited power to stop it. To your surprise, after a second it did. You could still feel the heat stabbing into your skin, but no more water came. Instead it made a noise akin to a gasp and hesitantly reached out before retracting its arm and turning away. At that point the curtain of night begun had fall over the forest, the only illumination being the rising moon and your giant captors eyes.

While it was otherwise occupied, the adrenaline started to wear off once again. You were very confused about what just took place and why it wasn’t still happening, but you sure as hell weren’t arguing with it. Pain from your old injury and your new burn took hold, and with the deafening silence of the world around you (save for some mechanical clicks and whirrs from the giant) you could only focus on your body’s demands for comfort. And comfort did come, because your vision began to burr and your mind went blank.

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You weren’t out for long. Or you assumed as much, as when you woke you were in the same position as before. With one key difference. It was looking right at you. Again you preformed your old routine of screaming and failing to get away, but when you finished you noticed something. You were still in a lot of pain… but you felt lighter.

After a glance down, the realization dawned on you that the dirt and dried blood covering your form was gone. Well, not gone, but at least cleaned. As far as you knew no magical fairy did a mediocre job at fixing you up (not that you would be surprised if it did at this point), so that would leave the giant as the culprit.

Why?

Was it trying to clean you up before it ate you or something? You figured it would have done that already instead of waiting for you to wake up… unless you got really unlucky by getting captured by a sadistic giant robot. Though… this one really didn’t seem the type. It did hurt you with the water, and handled you a bit too rough for your taste, but for something its size the handling seemed like an inevitability rather than an intentional attack. And the water, the burning still hurt like hell but when it saw you in pain it stopped. That cup had more water in it, it could have dumped the whole thing on you- yet it didn’t. And here you were, wounds cleaned up with what could only be water. Cold water. Purposefully cooled water.

You weren’t one to jump to conclusions. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, maybe you were just going insane. You still couldn’t trust it, you still needed to get out.

Yet there was a part of you that wanted to believe the giant was good. It wasn’t the one that broke your leg or made you trip down that cliff. It just found you. And now your life is literally in its hands.

A question formed in the back of your mind. Well, maybe reappeared rather than formed. After the initial shock of seeing it, you’d forgotten all about what you really wanted to know. Above all else, all your other burning inquiries, one made it out of your mouth as you looked into its eyes without fear for the first time.

“What are you?”

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What a strange sound. It made rounded and soft noises, a staggering departure from Ratchet’s own language. Whatever it was, this call was distinctly different from the others he’d heard it make before. Earlier they had been shrill and quick, but now it was slow and even… careful. Like a question not expecting an answer.

And the sound happened right after it looked itself over and realized it was clean. Just how sentient was this thing? Thinking about it now, that fabric it wore didn’t seem like the thing grew it itself. It was a covering, a weaving, something taken from another creature and made into cloth.

Memories resurfaced and demanded his attention; memories of its body language, its spoken language, its… no, no not it… they.

Wait, no, that was a wild Leo to conclusions, right? He’d found them- it- severely injured in its own territory, what sentient creature would cause that to happen to themself? Then again, stranger things had happened. He’d seen stranger things happen. Accidents were a factor was well, he would know, and he hadn’t even seen what else was on this planet. Maybe it was more than a random backwater mudball.

Then he remembered something very important. It wasn’t very important at the time he got it, but now it could be the defining factor in interacting with an entirely new species. Wheeljack’s experimental translator. Experimental was a key word in this situation, especially when applied to Wheeljack. He’d claimed it worked perfectly and had no flaws, but he had also claimed the same thing about the “Time Stasis Gun” that almost offlined the entire crew. Hopefully this one didn’t explode… or cause a spacetime anomaly.

It was a program that could be activated whenever, Ratchet just never did because why would he ever trust an untested program designed by Wheeljack. But looking down at this being he’d spontaneously decided to save, it was worth a shot. He sent out the command to turn it on. Now he just had to wait for it to get a grip on the new language.

Unfortunately for him, the little creature hadn’t been very talkative. There wasn’t much he could do about that. He ex-vented and decided to keep doing what he did best: mending the injured. And that limb really needed some straightening out. With the rest of the leftover scrap metal he had he tried to create a splint that would keep the limb secure. He’d seen the self healing capabilities of some organics before and hoped this one had that power too. Luckily, judging by the already scabbing cuts he’d cleaned, he wouldn’t have to worry about that.

“I’m going to have to put this on your broken limb, I promise it won’t hurt you.” He showed off the split in one servo, letting the thing look it over before he approached the injury. The thing made some unintelligible squeaks before bobbing their head up and down hesitantly. He took it as a good sign and began to slowly move toward the break. Still, they hesitated for a second, unwilling to expose such a vulnerable part of themself. He couldn’t blame them. Eventually they moved what they could of the damaged limb toward Ratchet.

He nodded gruffly, a clunky but seemingly appreciated gesture. With the splint in one servo he gently and carefully lifted their limb up. They grimaced and sharply sucked in air- he looked at them in worry, stopping immediately, but they gave him a “go on” motion. So he did, and through this slow and painful process he was able to attach the splint successfully. When he finally finished both parties smiled, the smaller half making little noises of supposed joy.

The translator hadn’t kicked in yet, but Ratchet didn’t get a second to question it because the creature started trying to get up. Obviously he dashed to settle them down, earning him a squeak of disapproval and cursing himself for being so brash. They seemed taken aback, predictably, but when he moved his servos back as fast as he could their face seemed to soften. They even smiled at him. Cute.

Soon they resigned to watching the forest once again, darkness still lapping at all sides. He watched their movements get slower as the time passed. They gave him as assessing look, one he could only describe as scrutinizing, but not long after they glanced at the splint, closed their little optics, and laid down. This nearly sent him into a panic thinking they had suddenly offlined, but calmed down after he remembered organics recharged often. Frankly, it was a relief. Not only were they getting some very needed rest, it seemed they trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence. Now that’s progress.

In terms of energy, Ratchet was fine. Now that the chaos of the creature had calmed down, though, worry began to tiptoe back in his processor. He knew his friends would be okay, they always have. But that sound he heard before he went into stasis… it wasn’t his pod getting damaged, it was louder than the shots being fired before, it was more reminiscent of a ship being destroyed. Logically it would make sense. The Arc was already damaged and the Deceptions had the advantage, it would be perfectly possible that they… didn’t make it. He hadn’t gotten any signals or recorded any signs of mechanical life. They could be hurt and no one would be there to fix them, they could be gone for all he knew—

But Ratchet hadn’t made it this far in the war by worrying and doubting his friends. They’d made it, of course they did. If Optimus had a plan it must have worked. Still, with limited technology it would take a while to send out a distress signal powerful enough to reach space. For now, he’d just make sure the creature was safe and get back to work. Come next cycle he’d move back to the pod. He had faith his friends could hang on a little while longer.

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You weren’t expecting a reply and you didn’t get one. Not a verbal one, anyway. You stared at the thing and it stared back. It stared still for a couple minutes, which was incredibly off putting, but that was better than constantly screaming and shaking with fear. Eventually it breathed out, or something similar, because you really didn’t think breathing was something this thing could do. Suddenly it turned away and began tinkering again, which you found pretty rude, though it’s not like it could really tell you what it was going to do.

After a while it came back with a small gizmo of some sort. Looking closer there was something familiar about its shape, but you were distracted by the sounds of more metal scraping and whirring before you could really process what it was. The robot looked at you expectantly while it held the thing in its hand, this time realizing what it was trying to say. The “gizmo” was a splint. It wanted to put a splint in your leg.

You considered your options: Struggle and refuse to be treated by a giant robot, or let it touch your very broken leg. You didn’t like either option very much, but some treatment was better than none. There wasn’t much you had to lose anyway. You nodded, hoping to convey a “yes” or “okay”, and to your surprise it worked.

When it started to move closer you remembered one key problem you had with this. Broken leg hurts. Giant robot with big hands trying to put on a little thing on broken leg really hurts. Probably. You hesitate on offering your leg to it. However your choices were very limited, so you balled your hands into fists and tried to move your leg into the right position. While you hesitated, it waited patiently, something you were very grateful for. You were also grateful of the fact it was surprisingly gentle with you. It still hurt like a bitch, but the splint was eventually secured to your leg. You cheered when it was all over and smiled as bright as you could, and when you looked at its face, it smiled too.

It was such a relief to have something keeping your leg in place. It made you feel like you could actually get up! Actually, maybe you could! It was an idiotic decision and you knew that, but you did it anyway. Right after attempting to stand, you were greeted with the robot “gasping” (or something) and with lightning speed it pinned you back down. This came as a shock. It really shouldn’t have, but it did. You yelled a bit, obviously, and sat stunned for a second. Sure it shook you up, but apparently not as much as it did the robot. It seemed to take its hand away like it burned its fingers, now looking at you with… fear? Worry? It was kind of endearing.

You tried to comfort it with some soft words, though it didn’t seem to hear you over whatever it might’ve been thinking about. So you sighed and resigned to looking back up at the sky. The stars were on full display now. You liked to think of them as friends. They were always there no matter what, whether you could see them or not. They were beautiful in cosmic glory, yet small and subject to burning out at any moment. It was amazing, really.

Your stargaze was cut short when you were hit with a wave of fatigue, again unconsciousness coming to claim your mind. It was late, you supposed, and it didn’t seem like this thing was going to hurt you. You gave it a look over, but remembered how much it had helped you. So you laid back, using your hands as a pillow and closing your eyes. As much as a nightmare the past day had been, a small voice on the back of your head hoped it wasn’t a dream.

#transformers #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #transformers g/t #gn human reader #gn reader #ratchet #fun fact: I have a lot more planned out for this AU

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miaurri · 3 months

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Blood Lust <3

Summary// Secrets get revealed and the samurai gets caught in a web of desire. Left in the hands of a holy shrine maiden no less

CW// Rough sex, Switch!Mizu (Sub to Dom), Switch!Kayo(Dom to Sub), OC x Canon, Gore warning for the first part of the story, Bloodplay (There’s mentions of blood on Mizu’s body that gets on Kayo), Dub-Con (Later on consenting). Sword-play (Yeah so this might get kinky erm-), Fingering, Cunnuligus, Neck biting, Degradation, Fearplay but its ok cause Kayo is an absolute freak for Mizu A/N// AAAAAAA SO UH,,,,IM WRITING FANFICS AGAIN? NOT REALLY BUT IM BORED AND I’M FEEL PRETTY MOTIVATED RN SO ERM :3 Enjoyyyyyy cause this is super duper self indulgent. I got a soft spot for mean dom Mizu and also erm bonus art for the banner used here :3

Mizu’s blade slices through the men surrounding her. This always happens, just as when she lets her guard down for one second shit throws itself at her like an unwelcome guest. Groaning as forces her blade down against one of the unnamed assassins’ bodies. Watching as his navy blue uniform turns red as he collapses on the ground with his weapon echoing in the spacious house she was put in. She catches her breath sharply as she clings onto the side of her waist, the warm red liquid trickling down from her hands as it blends into the blood of the remaining blood that covers Mizu’s body like a stain. The smell of iron filling her lungs as she looked around the place. “Any more of your men for me to kill?” She calls out as she eyed her surroundings. Come to think of it, she hasn’t seen Ringo or Kayo since she woke up here. But before she could even take a step forward she heard sounds of footsteps coming from upstairs. Creaking along the wooden floor a shrine maiden stands before her. “Kayo..?” Mizu sees her expression shifted, her eyes almost looking with hesitance as she hears a thud hit the floor. The echoing sound of a ball and chain catches her eye as the maiden’s expression darkened to contempt. “You…I knew it was too good to be true.” Mizu couldn’t even act surprised as she sees her coming down the stairs, the spiked ball dragging along the wooden floor making a distracting screeching noise. “Ringo’s safe. I have no business with him” Pointing her weapon at Mizu as she circles around her. “I realized I was being too distracted, distracted by my own feelings.” Kayo watches as the samurai grips onto her weapon tightly, putting herself in a stance to prepare an attack. “You…You tempted me. You and your skills, your confidence, your attitude.” Kayo glared at Mizu, biting her lips you could almost see a spark of hesitation in her eyes. “I have to get rid of you. I won’t succumb to these feelings.” Mizu looked almost confused when Kayo’s face grew red as she stared down at her bloodied sword. “So you finally decided to kill me, complete your mission cause what? You’re getting off at me killing all your other friends?” She would laugh if it wasn’t so ridiculous. Kayo’s brows furrowed. There was a lump on her throat, a large big lump that even swallowing couldn’t make it disappear. Everything in her mind was telling her to kill her at that moment, but her body was screaming something else. She can’t hide it anymore as she charges at Mizu with a swift move swinging her Kusarigama around as it catches onto Mizu’s blade. With all her force removing it from her hand as she picked up a part of the chain and started swinging towards Mizu. Sound coming from the ball and chain in the air as she tries to aim for Mizu’s head. Mizu barely dodges it as she slides under the spinning chain as she quickly grabs her weapon from the ground.

Chains clanking against the sword as both women grunted and kept aiming for one another. Amidst the carnage between the two Kayo stared down at Mizu. Her blue eyes are almost piercingly bright when covered thet dark red blood. Her hands almost showed veins as she held onto her sword. Kayo in her time adventuring with Mizu and Ringo looked back at the moment’s of Mizu fighting off enemies whenever they went. She thought it was impressive admittedly but she always assumed a man would know how to pick up such a skill with enough time.

She could clearly remember the time Mizu saved her, when she lost one of her weapons given to her. That damn kitchen knife, she would’ve died if it weren’t for Mizu coming to her rescue. Even if she knew she could easily kill off one of those goons seeing Mizu soaked in blood, reaching out her hand as she asked one question. The one question that would change her perspective of her. “Are you alright?”

She can’t help it. As her face drips with sweat she can’t keep lying to herself about her feelings. She could die with Mizu being the one to slay her or she could kill her and complete her mission, but having to move on something that could’ve given her more happiness than anything else. Without even a slightest amount of hesitation she used more force as she kicked Mizu onto the ground. A loud thud and groan leaving her lips as her sword slipped away from her hand and in its place were the trembling hands of Kayo.

Rage and passion had never looked the same until Mizu saw Kayo’s face. She suddenly felt a pair of lips on hers as Kayo kissed Mizu. There wasn’t a sign of rhythm to be found as Mizu struggles to get up from Kayo’s weight. MIzu's eyes darted around her as Kayo’s lips were practically smashing itself against hers. Kayo could taste blood, but she wasn’t sure if it was Mizu’s as a sharp pain snaps her away from her mouth. Her lower blood dripped red as she looked down at Mizu before feeling her flip her over onto her back.

Mizu hunched over Kayo as her legs were separated between Mizu’s. “You fucking bitch…the hells wrong with you?” Mizu breathed out as she saw the look on her face. Mizu’s hands pinned both of her wrists together with one as the other wiped off the blood from her mouth. “You’re insane if you think doing all that would change my mind.” Mizu’s words spat like venom as she glared down at the woman below her. “But you know what since you want this so desperately I might as well give it to you huh?”

Kayo’s eyes watched as Mizu grabbed the top of her kimono as she forcefully pushed it down. Blood seeping through its white fabric inking it red as Mizu leans down and takes a bite out of her neck. A loud groan can be heard as Kayo’s leg twitches. Subconsciously moving her head to the side as Kayo’s face scrunches from what should be the pain, but the both of them know it isn’t from the pain. Kayo was getting off to it as much as Mizu was going through it. “You better fucking look at me while im doing this.

Mizu’s hand grips firmly onto her chin as she forces the helpless maiden to look up. Mizu’s face would’ve made people scared, horrified even. As if the devil itself came down to seek its wrath. But to Kayo she looked nothing more than heavenly as her blue eyes almost made her calm rather than afraid. Mizu licks and sucks down further onto her collarbone as she keeps her grip tight against her wrist. Kayo’s breathing gets uneasy and loud as she watches Mizu practically claim her body as hers. “You’ve wanted this since the beginning huh? Fucking slut. You aren’t as innocent as you present yourself to be”

Kayo wanted to argue back but she was right, she was no better than the women she talked down on. Whether that was the person she was pretending to be these past years she realized to herself that she was never no different than the “common whore” she looked down on. She finally understands now. She tries to wiggle her hands away from Mizu’s grip as she forces her head forward to see her. “Please can I just- touch you” Kayo begs as Mizu forces her bottom down with her hands. Peeking out was her pussy hair but what she was looking for was presenting itself beautifully for her. Her thighs spread apart with her wetness dripping from between her thighs. “God, as if things couldn’t get better” Mizu chuckled as she moved further down from her chest to her pussy.

Both of her hands held Kayo by the hips as she lifted up her hips, her mouth close to her slit as blood trails from Kayo’s pale body. Mizu was going with whatever felt right, even though she had to admit it was almost exciting to see Kayo crumbling so quickly beneath her. ‘W-Wait Mizu what are you-” Suddenly something invades her entrance as the feeling of Mizu’s hot tongue laps around her entrance, causing her to almost squeal from the pleasure as her thighs were practically squiching itself against her face as Mizu kept on teasing her.

Kayo was practically still a virgin. Despite seeing the things that go down in the brothels of her childhood she never once knew that pleasure can feel this good, let alone be this cathartic. Even if Mizu was just using her at this moment she couldn’t help but beg for more. “God please keep going! It’s so-” Barely able to muster a proper sentence she grips onto Mizu’s hair as she forces her head deeper into her pussy. Her voice got higher as she felt herself clench against nothing. “Mizu please just put it in already!” She begged, whimpers escaping her lips as Mizu’s tongue found itself barely grazing her entrance. “That's begging? I’ve seen better than that. Tell me how much you want it” Mizu’s words came cold but unphased Kayo pleaded. “God I’ll do anything Mizu please you name it! I want this so badly…no- I want you!” Kayo confesses

“I’ve always wanted you, and even after finding out you were a woman I don't know why I just had to have you even more! So please just take me!” Kayo almost broke into a sob as tears rolled down her cheek. Mizu almost dropped her cold act seeing Kayo pour out her feelings. Mizu felt conflicted, Although feelings were definitely there during their time together her revenge was too important to deal with it. Everything came tumbling down to this moment right here. Practically ravaging her needy body as she sees all of the bloody hand marks she had left on her shaking body.

“Alright then, but you better take it.” Mizu’s fingers found themselves spreading her folds as she saw how dripping she was, Mizu could even feel her mouth water as she inserted her tongue into her folds. Kayo’s body twitched as she arched her back. Mizu’s chin started to drip with her drool and Kayo’s juices as she felt around her walls. Mizu forced Kayo’s hips further into her as she tasted everything. But the woman couldn’t handle it anymore, the sensation was driving her mad she kept on moaning in the air. Chest heaving as she breath was getting unsteady. “Fuck you taste amazing”

Mizu could feel her tongue cramping up though but she refused to even go out for air as she kept on feeling around her walls. Drinking down whatever she could get out of her. Kayo’s moans were like music to Mizu’s ears. The way her breath hitched when she kept going deeper into her walls causing her legs to twitch and shake. “Fuck Mizu I’m gonna cum! I-I can’t I-”

“Shhhh don’t say anything” Mizu spoke softly, a total switch from her attitude earlier as she. Kayo felt her body almost light up from ecstasy as Mizu’s tongue goes back into her. This time her mouth latched onto her clit as she started sucking. Immediately Kayo’s body grew stiff as a crashing wave of an orgasm washes her over. Cumming all over Mizu’s bloodied face as she drank up all that she had left.

Mizu lets go as Kayo collapses. Completely breathless as she tried to regain her consciousness from that orgasm. But when she thought it was over she suddenly felt herself flipped onto her knees. More alarmingly though a blade was placed against her neck. The cold steel cooling against her hot sweat neck. She almost felt her blood run cold as Mizu pressed the blade against her neck.

“You didn’t think we were done now were you?” Mizu’s voice darkens as Kayo looks over at her. Completely had forgotten about their whole predicament as Mizu’s hands trailed from her back, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Gonna make you fuck youself against me” Mizu’s fingers pressed against Kayo’s twitching entrance. Kayo wasn’t sure if she should feel the fear of having her head chopped off or aroused that Mizu was entertaining her body like her personal toy.

Kayo took a deep breath as she lowered herself back against Mizu’s hand. Her walls stretch as she lets out a broken moan. Letting herself get used to the size as Mizu started to move them slowly. Despite being a woman Mizu did have rather long fingers, it was something that Kayo also couldn’t help but admire from Mizu. Everything about Mizu made her head spin with feelings and emotions she didn’t know she could have, especially over a woman above all else.

As she moaned from her pussy getting fingered she had to keep herself up from her neck even grazing against the sword’s blade. She stared out at the bloody mess Mizu had made earlier. The bodies of the many assassins laid before her as her body gets used by the same monster who did all of this. But god was it amazing. “Fuckk Mizu deeper” Kayo begged as she felt her fingers curl inside her. Her long fingers feeling her walls, practically moving her insides around by her skilled hands alone Kayo could barely keep her arms and legs up from the pleasure. “Come on now, you don’t wanna get sliced do you?” Mizu pressed the blade against her neck. Her body jolted from the cold touch and its sharpness as she tried to regain strength back into her limbs as Mizu’s hand adjusted itself slightly. This time now her thumb circling her clit. “I get to tell you when you cum, if I even feel your walls slightly tightening I’ll know” Keep the blade pressed closed she continued to finger fuck Kayo Kayo’s face was bright red as her body was burning from pleasure. It was as if all of her fantasies came true and she’s simply living a dream. But the way Mizu’s fingers pushed her kept her reminded of what her current reality is. “God can I cum please!” Kayo whined loudly as her legs slowly grew closer together. “I’ll tell you when you can.” Mizu stated as squelching noises filled the room. “God you’re such a mess, look at the mess you’re making’ She let out a small chuckle as she kept pounding into her. “Hmm, maybe I should let you. Maybe I should see how easily you let yourself go for me.” Kayo's eyes lit up at the mere mention of permission. “Please! Please! I’ve been good, I’ve been so fucking good please just give me this!” Kayo moaned, her tone almost eager for a sense of relief as Mizu felt how her walls wrapped themselves around her fingers. “Fine then, Cum.” Mizu said as her fingers pushed itself deep into her, hitting her spot as Kayo groaned loudly from the force. Her body was spazzing as she felt something wet coming out of her, squirting onto Mizu’s hand as even she herself was surprised she was able to make Kayo cum like that. Kayo’s voice was hoarse. Her voice was no better than a rasp as she felt her head spinning from the intense orgasm. As she looked over at Mizu, whose face was also a shade of red she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as she weakly shook her head. “So, what now samurai?”

#⊹˳⁺ ♡ miau//who draws #blue eye samurai #oc x canon #bes mizu #bes x reader #canon x oc #fan oc #mizu x reader #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader

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miniscule-meow · 1 month

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Making Friends (Charlie and Felix)

Writing Masterpost Prologue | Next Part Word Count: ~6.5k Warnings: Language, Fearplay

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Charlotte took her campus tour with her map in one hand and a highlighter in the other. She took note of every building she would find her classes in. She even took herself to each classroom the day before school started, just so she knew that she knew exactly where she was supposed to be going. She was one of three students to be awarded a presidential scholarship. A full ride. An honor that is rarely bestowed upon a transfer student. AKA, the only reason she could ever even dream of coming to this school. This is the first time she won't be walking in the steps of her brothers, hiding in their shadows. She's going to forge her own name for herself here, and she isn’t going to mess this up.

Charlotte takes her seat towards the front of the modestly sized classroom. The class is small enough for heads to turn when the door opens 5 minutes after the class had begun, to watch a dark-haired boy wearing all black stroll in. But the class is large enough that the professor merely nods to him, and he’s able to take his seat without much notice. His gaze snags on Charlotte before she can look away. Instead of quickly diverting her gaze, she offers a warm smile, gesturing to the seat next to her, a friendly invitation. A grin unfurls across his lips, sharp and entirely unkind. He strides past her to take a seat somewhere in the back. His footfalls are heavy on the old tiles of the classroom, entirely too confident for someone rolling into class five minutes late. Strangely enough, she feels her cheeks warming with embarrassment.

“Now this is your first assignment, so it isn’t going to be anything crazy,” Dr. Lamont says, standing behind a worn wooden podium at the front of the room. “I have assigned partners for this project. Consider this to be a built-in icebreaker for you and your new peers. Maybe you’ll make a new friend from this assignment, in which case you can thank me later. And before you all groan too loudly, don’t worry, you will have free choice of partners for all other projects in this course.” Dr. Lamont reads down a list of names, pairing students off. Charlotte ends up being paired with Felix Westwell.

Charlotte scans the classroom to find her partner, and her heart sinks when her eyes meet with Mr. Self-Important at the back of the class. He looks vaguely annoyed as he nods a greeting to her, an acknowledgment that they will indeed be partners. Great. He’s going to make this really fun. She thinks, turning back around. Dr. Lamont finishes pairing off the rest of the class before prompting everyone to move around and get started.

Charlotte turns back around, motioning once again to the seat beside her, inviting Felix to come up and sit by her. He’s leaned back in his seat, his arm draped across the back of the chair next to him. He looks like he might prop his feet up on the desk at any moment. Judging by the lethargic tilt of his head, she can tell that he has no intention of getting up and moving seats. He simply stares back at her and tilts his hand, the smallest gesture possible to invite her to join him instead.

Fine. Sure. Since it’s obviously incredibly inconvenient for him to do it, I’ll move. Why not? She thinks bitterly, quickly packing up her things and moving to the spot next to him. Thankfully, he’s at least made some space for her by removing his arm from the back of her chair, electing to cross his arms instead.

“I’m Charlotte,” she says keeping her tone polite, in an attempt to force the sour taste of her first impression of him out of her mouth. There’s no need to stoop to his level. She’s always been a believer that a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet. Just because he came in late, doesn’t seem like he cares that he’s here at all, and has an air about him that just screams I THINK I’M BETTER THAN YOU, that doesn’t mean that she’s going to get a bad grade on this project, start the semester off behind, have to work extra hard to catch up but to no avail, lose her scholarship and have to drop out of her dream school.

That’s probably not going to happen.

So, she should just be normal about this. All she can do is put her best foot forward and maybe he’ll come around. They might even become friends… or she could at least figure out where she’s seen his name before.

“Felix,” he returns evenly.

“It’s good meet you,” she says with a friendly grin. Felix’s only response is a slight quirk of his brow. His pale green eyes regard her with a look that she can only describe as ‘generally disinterested.’

They’re off to a great start.

Well, that was more than enough pleasantries for the both of them, she decides, getting out her laptop. She cracks her knuckles to try and diffuse the awkwardness she feels, before navigating the school’s website to the assignment page. “It looks like, 12 questions, each with 3 sub-sections. Each— jeez,” she adds under her breath before she reads, “each question is to be answered in a full page, double spaced, 12 point, Times New Roman font. Citations sourced in MLA Format,” she turns to Felix, who has made no move to get out his own computer and is instead looking at the assignment from over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, the first assignment isn’t crazy,” she says, her tone jokingly mirroring Dr. Lamont’s, “It’s just a very casual 12-page research paper. I’d hate to see what a crazy assignment looks like.” She grimaces, and Felix just hums despondently, which she takes as a sign of agreement. “Alright. So, what does your schedule look like? We can meet up to work on this together a couple times throughout the week and just knock it out,” she offers.

“I’ll just take the first six questions; you take the second six. We’ll put it together in a shared doc. It doesn’t have to be a whole deal,” he says, sounding bored.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, that works,” she feels her confidence dash down to the ground. So much for making a new friend today.

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It made sense in theory. They had a full week to complete the assignment, each of them could do one question a day giving them one full day off from working on it. That would be the reasonable thing to do. Charlotte updates her questions, she’s completed four of them, Felix has done a whopping zero. She didn’t get his phone number to bug him about it. She supposes she could send him an e-mail about, but that seems… somehow that seems rude. Not that she thinks he would spare her any kind of courtesy if the situation was reversed. But still, she’ll see him tomorrow in class, they’ll be able to touch base then.

Of course, by tomorrow they will only have two days before the assignment is due, meaning that would be an extra three questions a day for her if she ends up having to pick up his slack. She hates group projects. She goes ahead and finishes up one extra question today, just in case.

It’s not like she has anything else to do. No, just five other classes. But whatever.

Tuesday rolls around, and she takes a seat next to him. At least he was on time today. He doesn’t make any move to broach the subject of their assignment, so she supposes it’s on her to take that step.

“If you had no intention of actually doing the assignment, I wish you would have told me. Because now, I’m going to have to do everything in two days and I hardly see how that’s fair. You might not care about this class or whatever, but I read the syllabus, and the group projects are actually worth a sizable amount of our entire grade. I really can’t afford to be playing catch-up for the entire rest of the semester because you decided that you were too good for the coursework,” she says to him in a harsh whisper.

“Good morning to you too,” His nonplussed expression makes her blood boil.

“I’m serious. I don’t know what your situation is, but I’m here on a scholarship. That’s the only reason I’m at this school. Please tell me you’re actually going to participate in this project so I can figure out if I have the time to pick up your slack or not.”

“Charlie,” he says, having apparently nicknamed her. “I’m not here to sabotage your GPA.” He turns his laptop to her, showing her a document of his questions, filled out and formatted. “I just don’t like working in shared docs. I was going to put it all in there when I was done,” he shrugs, “I’m sort of here on scholarship too, so I’ve got to be on my best behavior. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Oh. Okay.” She says, all her momentum gone, “sorry.”

The class period passes by one painful second at a time. The other groups seemed to have hit it off, as the class is filled with idle chatter while everyone works on the project. Charlie and Felix sit side by side, working on their own questions in an awkwardly tense silence. After class, Felix packs up his things with incredibly speed, and he’s out the door before she can try to embarrass herself again by asking if he wants to get lunch.

Whatever. Not everyone can be your friend.

After that, the routine becomes fairly monotonous. With the assignment turned in, there’s no need to bother Felix any further, so she goes back to taking her seat towards the front of the classroom. He goes back to sauntering in late and paying her no mind.

She doesn’t see him much aside from that.

But, she certainly hears a lot about him though. He’s garnered quite a reputation in the school’s rumor mill. Apparently, someone’s bestfriend’s brother’s cousin knew him from way back when, and they claim that Felix is a Super. That in and of itself is not entirely uncommon, but it is strange that he would be going to school in this area. Bayshear is sort of known as being one of the areas still almost entirely Mundane. So, then of course the rumor began that he was exiled from all of the Super communities. A lot of talk is centered around trying to figure out what it is that he can do, and how dangerous he might be. Charlotte is of the opinion that, either way, it’s none of her business, and though he seems pretty grumpy and standoffish, that doesn’t make him a danger to society. Some of the rumors insist that he was sent here as a spy, claiming that his ability has something to do with mind-reading or invisibility? It’s all incredibly unlikely, and she’s learned every rumor against her will. She has been approached by a handful of classmates asking about him, since she was partnered with him. She quickly was proven to be an incredibly boring person to ask about this, as she had absolutely no information, and she wasn’t particularly keen on brainstorming the hypothetical possibilities. It seems as though any conversation she tries to have with anyone loops right back into her saying, "I don't know, we did one assignment together and we didn't really talk much." Most people are much less concerned with trying to befriend her, and more concerned with trying to get information out of her. She doesn't remember making friends being quite this challenging.

It’s a few weeks later when she sees Felix in between classes in the courtyard. There are two other guys with him. She doesn’t recognize them, and at first, she feels a pit of jealousy in her stomach. So, he does have friends. What’s so wrong with her that he’s snubbed her so many times? Then she sees one of the guys turn and give him a hard shove, and she realizes with a start that they are not friends. A smarter person would have turned and walked the other way, or maybe they would have hung back and watched like some of the other students in the courtyard. Charlotte rushes forwards.

“You think you’re so tough,” the one that shoved him jeers with a fierce smirk. He’s taller than his friend, with dark short, cropped hair.

“Come on super-boy. You’ve got the whole school talking about you anyway. Lets give ‘em something real to talk about. Or what, is the big bad wolf too chicken?” The second one sneers, obviously thinking himself to be so very clever for coming up with that one, since another favored rumor about Felix seems to claim that he is some kind of... werewolf?

The rumors are truly mostly nonsense, paranoia and brain-rot. But still, seeing this immediately stokes a righteous fire inside of her, and she shoves herself in between Felix ad his nameless bullies.

“Hey, step off. Stop acting like a bunch of stupid high schoolers, and just leave him alone! Do you even hear how idiotic you sound?” She scowls up at them.

“Oh, look here. super-boy’s got himself a girlfriend,” the first boy laughs, it’s a cruel sound. On one hand, she’s succeeded in diffusing the situation between the bullies and Felix. But now, she’s placed herself right in front of the firing line. In hindsight, this might have been a bad idea. People are certainly going to talk about this. She doesn’t really care what people say about her, but still, is sacrificing her own social life really worth it for someone who obviously doesn’t even like her? This was probably something she should have thought about before she just went and acted on her gut instinct.

“Babe, one night with me and you’ll forget all about this loser,” the ‘clever’ one gives her a wink and tweaks her chin with his thumb. Charlotte slaps his hand away, her gut twisting with dread. That’s all she has time to do before Felix grabs her shoulder, pulling her back and roughly shoving her behind him. She stumbles to regain her balance, and when she looks up again, punches are already being thrown.

She takes a stagger step back as they tussle. The passive onlookers have become an active crowd around the scene. Everything is a blur of bodies, elbows, fists, voices. Until suddenly Felix shoves himself out of the circle and just takes off running. The bullies don’t pursue him, they shout after him and laugh over their victory. It seemed apparent that no superhuman abilities were utilized in that fight. Some people seem disappointed, they wanted a better show. Of course, Charlotte imagines that in a couple days the story will be so blown out of proportion, it’ll just be more unintelligible garbage.

She can hear it now, no, no dude I swear, I saw him shoot lasers from his eyes.

It was the craziest thing, he totally had super strength. He was just trying to hide it.

Blah Blah Blah.

Charlotte decides to run after Felix before anyone can turn their attention back to her.

He had run into the woods by the school. He got quite the head start, but as she’s moving through the forest, she can see the leaves and bushes ahead swaying, recently disturbed. Her lungs burn by the time the path opens up into a clearing, Felix stands in the center of it, gasping for breath himself. He whirls around as she bursts out into the open after him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He turns on her viciously, his eyes hold an all-devouring malice.

“Gah, hold on. I had to run like a mile to get here,” she huffs between breaths.

“No one made you follow me,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Do you always put yourself in the middle of fist fights, or is that just something new you wanted to try out today?”

“Those guys were jerks. I didn’t want you to get hurt,” she says a defensive air rooting in her words.

“Oh, how noble of you,” he says sarcastically. “Why should you care? At this point I honestly don’t know if you know this, but we are not friends,” he paces the clearing with a shake of his head.

“I don’t know that you need to be someone’s friend to not want them to get beaten up,” she frowns, looking at him.

With a frustrated huff he rakes a hand through his hair, pushing the dark strands away from his face. They fall back again when he removes his hand. “Sure, fine. Whatever. Why are you here now? You want to bring back more dirt for the fucking gossip column you’re running?”

“Absolutely not. I haven’t said shit about you,” she fires back defensively. “I just,” she hesitates, her reason feeling incredibly lame now. “I wanted to make sure that you’re alright?” She tears her eyes away from him, not wanting to catch the cruel glint in his eyes.

He barks a laugh, it’s a sound that is more made of frustration than any kind of amusement. “Oh, yeah,” he scoffs, “I’m doing great. There, mission accomplished. You can go now.” She brings her gaze back to his face, his eyes flash with that familiar danger, it seems to be mounting by the second now though. He’s obviously not doing great. His cheek is bleeding, and his eye is probably going to bruise. He waves a hand flippantly her way, dismissing her.

Her embarrassment and dejection are quickly shoved aside by something new. A fierce rage ignites inside her, bubbling out in her words. “Why are you so determined to be such a pompous ass?!” His brow flicks up at her outburst.

“That’s just how I am. Sorry it doesn’t match whatever you imagined me to be like in your daydreams,” that suspicious glint returns to his gaze as he regards her.

“Is it really so hard for you to believe that someone might just genuinely want to be friends with you?”

“Yes,” he responds simply, “It is actually. There is nothing keeping me from believe that you aren’t just here chasing all the rumors.” He takes on a mocking tone, “oh he’s a monster? No, I bet he’s just sad and misunderstood. He’s broken and I can fix him with the power of friendship.” Felix sneers with another roll of his eyes.

“You are so delusional,” she shakes her head, balling her hands into fists by her side. “I don’t think you need to be fixed. I just wanted—”

Before she can finish that thought, he’s crossed the clearing in just a few long strides. Her words die on her tongue as his hands clamp down over her shoulders. It very suddenly occurs to her that they are completely alone out here. Perhaps he’s every bit as dangerous as everyone would suggest. If that’s the case, maybe she shouldn’t have blindly followed him out in the middle of the woods. She really needs to start thinking these things through.

“You are impossible,” he grumbles, his voice low. He simply looms over her, he’s so close and so tall that she needs to look up for a chance to see his scowling face above her. Her body tenses as she looks at him, fear fluttering in her chest. The sense of danger is tangible now, and it causes her mind to spin, reevaluating all of the bad choices she made to bring herself here.

But something isn’t right.

She really didn’t think he was this tall. Mostly, she’s just seen him sitting, but she thought they were more equally matched where height was concerned. Obviously, she couldn’t have been more wrong because he’s standing over her now, and he’s easily two heads taller than her. Standing at 5’8”, she isn’t a short girl. So, for him to be this much taller than her, he would need to be nearly 7 feet tall. She certainly would have noticed that about him before now, right? The strangeness of this revelation twists in her gut. She notices he’s trembling fiercely, but whether that’s from anger, adrenaline, or exhaustion, she can’t say.

“I’m sure there is someone out there that would love to make friendship bracelets and bake cookies with you,” his voice takes on a saccharine tone, it’s patronizing. The tone is dropped as quickly as it was adopted, “You should go find them, because it’s not going to be me.” He turns her around and ushers her to the tree line, “This has been a lovely chat and all, but I really need you to leave. Right now.” She stumbles to a stop at the edge of the clearing and casts a curious glance over her shoulder. Why does he seem so suddenly alarmed? “Can you stop being so fucking stubborn, and just go?” The trembling in his hands has evolved to a full body tremor. There is desperation in his voice. He wants her to leave. He’s always wanted her to leave, how is this any different?

“Maybe I like being stubborn,” she says slowly, antagonizing. She leans against a tree, in no hurry to leave. She knows it’s another bad decision, but she’s made so many at this point, what’s the harm in one more. Besides, she can’t help but feel a little spiteful towards him right now.

A guttural sound escapes Felix’s throat. He glares down at her, a sheen of sweat beading on his forehead like he’s somehow undergoing a lot of physical effort. She doesn’t know if she should be curious or concerned, but she finds herself plagued with both.

“Fine,” he grits his teeth. “Give me your phone and- actually, just everything you have on you.” He holds out a shaking hand, a dreadful resolve is spread across his face.

“What? I’m not gonna just—”

“Please.” He spits the word out like it’s almost foreign to him, like it’s his last resort. “I’ll give it back to you. But it you want to stay I need—” he sucks in a gasp, his tremors are growing violent now, wracking his body, his muscles twitching.

“Alright! Alright, fine! Here,” She tosses her phone into her backpack and hands the whole thing over to him. He snatches it close to his chest and takes several steps back into the clearing. “Are you alright?” Concern breaks through her frustration, “What’s going on?”

“You’re going to want to stay back there.” It’s all the warning she gets before everything explodes.

The movement is so quick, he becomes a blur. She watches with a mix of awe and horror as he transforms right before her eyes. All of the rumors she’s heard about him flood back to her in an instant. The word werewolf springs to the forefront of her mind. For a split second her mind races trying to remember the phase of the moon. But it’s midday, that shouldn’t matter. – No that’s ridiculous. She knows exactly what’s going on. He really is a Super. One point to the rumor mill- well, half a point.

He remains human, in appearance at least. He doesn’t grow fangs or claws or sprout fur everywhere. It’s his size that changes. In the blink of an eye, he’s stretched up to taller than the surrounding trees. The sudden movement disturbs all of the surrounding birds from their perches. How tall is he? 60 feet? 80? All she knows is that from his perspective she wouldn’t be much more than doll sized. Her jaw goes slack as she looks up at him.

He is a Super after all.

Then he moves. His impossible form moves. The earth shakes in response to him, and it jars her from her thoughts. He lowers himself down slowly, his eyes trained on her. She feels the oppressive weight of his gaze smothering her, and she refuses to meet his eyes. Her mind is left spinning as she watches him drop her backpack into his shirt pocket for safe keeping. His shirt pocket. His clothes grew in size with him, transmutating from a regular garment into what must be miles of fabric.

Impossible.

He settles back against the rocky bluff that makes up the far edge of the clearing. His pale green eyes scan over her now, comparatively, miniscule form. His brow quirks up as he observes her.

“There,” he says finally, his voice a low, displeased whisper. It feels very intentional, like he knows how much louder he is at this size, and he’s choosing to be quiet. “Happy now?”

“I- You’re. Felix you… you’re…” All her words are lost, she’s trying to rationalize what she’s seeing. She’s seen Supers before, she’s no stranger to the vast myriad of powers they can manifest. But she’s never seen anything like this before. He’s truly massive.

“I know. Big surprise the rumors are true. I’m a freak. A monster. Go ahead and run. I’ll drop your things off at the lost and found for you. Go on. Off you go.” He shifts, dislodging a spray of rocks from the cliff behind him, he brushes them off his shoulder like he’s brushing away dust instead of boulders. When he looks back it’s obvious that he’s surprised she’s still there. “Aren’t you going to run?” All she can do is shake her head in response. “Aren’t you scared?” His eyes narrow, studying her as he leans forward ever so slightly.

“Of you?” She scoffs, “of course not.” She lifts her chin, crossing her arms confidently over her chest. Or at least, she hopes it appears confident. Maybe at this size, he can’t see her body trembling.

“Wow. You’re a horrible liar,” he regards her, as unamused as ever.

“Yeah?” A challenge sparks through her tone. Instead of making any kind of rational decision, she foolheartedly presses forward. Though she’s yet to bring her eyes to his, though her bones feel as though they’re made of gelatine, she forces one shaky step forward.

Then another.

She feels like she can’t help it, something about him makes her feel particularly vindictive. It bolsters her confidence and tosses her caution to the wind.

In one swift movement Felix leans forward, his hand smashing into the ground next to her, and crunching a fallen log in half beneath his palm. The vibrations are enough to topple her from her feet. His other hand comes to rest next to her other side. His forearms form thick pillars beside her. His fingers are as thick as tree trunks, they dig into the earth, rooting himself there around her. From her back on the forest floor, she finally meets his eyes. His face fills her sky, his brow is quirked in a nonplussed challenge to her.

He’s calling her bluff.

“It’s not too late to run,” he offers coolly. His eyes flicking to the edge of the trees, then back down to her. It’s more than a suggestion, and for a second, she considers it. But the thought of him watching her pick herself up off the ground and scurry away like a frightened mouse, it’s more than enough to stoke the fire of her own stubbornness.

“Why would I,” she says, finally catching her breath. “This is like, the first time you’ve said more than one thing to me since I’ve met you.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says lifting one of his massive hands. Her breath hitches in her throat as the hand descends, pinning her against the forest floor with a single finger. The digit rests heavily against her chest, and her hands fly up to meet it. She braces against his finger, as if that would actually do anything to stop him if he decided to squish her into the dirt right now. She finds herself instantly mesmerized by how miniscule her hands look pressed against the tip of his finger.

The tip of his finger, she realizes, her insides lurching again.

She’s seen many strange things before, but this is something that her mind is simply unwilling to process.

“Your little heart is beating so fast,” he murmurs in observation, the gentle vibrations of his voice dredging her up from her spiraling thoughts. “You’re obviously terrified. Just do yourself a favor and go,” his finger lifts from her chest, “we can pretend this never happened, alright?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” she asserts, propping herself up on an elbow, pulling a leaf from her hair.

“You’re ridiculous,” his face contorts into an incredulous expression above her.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she doubles down, gritting her teeth and shooting a challenging glare to the giant filling her sky.

“Yeah?” His expression sharpens, “You want to play, then? Let’s go. Come ‘ere.” With that, his massive hand swoops in once more.

Her whole body is scooped up, and she’s whisked off the ground as though she weighed nothing. The movement is so fast, she feels as though a part of her has been left behind on the forest floor. She can’t stifle the shriek as it escapes her. One moment she was safe on solid ground, and one blink later, she finds herself dangling from his fingers. She scrambles to find some kind of secure purchase, but there’s nothing, it’s just empty sky around her and a long, long way down.

“Felix!” He has her hoisted up above him, dangling above his head.

“Oh, come on. You just said you weren’t afraid of anything,” His shit-eating grin would typically irritate her, but she’s too busy looking at the ground below, her vision swimming.

“I- It’s- I just—” words escape her, thought escapes her.

“Wow. I haven’t even done anything yet. Just admit you’re scared, and we can be done here.”

“Never,” she manages to spit the word out. Her stubbornness roots inside her like talons. A horrible, mischievous grin spreads across his face.

"Hmm. Careful with how you’re squirming like that. You wouldn’t want to slip,” his tone is teasing.

“Felix, that’s- that’s really not funny.”

“Oh? What’s that? Are you afraid I’ll drop you?”

“No. You wouldn’t. I know you wouldn’t,” She tears her gaze from the ground to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t know shit,” he says simply. And with that, his fingers release from around her and she plummets towards the ground. She only freefalls for a moment, before his other hand appears under her. She quickly rights herself into a sitting position, held in his palm. It doesn’t feel terribly secure, but it’s better than where she was before. She gasps for air, quickly drawing her knees in close, and placing a hand against her chest, as if trying to control her racing heart.

She can’t catch her breath. She knows she’s panicking. Her heart is hammering so fast, it’s like it’s trying to just break from her ribcage and leave her alone with all of the consequences of her own actions. She sucks in uneven, stuttered breathes, all too aware of the massive scowl hanging over her, the scrutinous eyes taking her in. There is nowhere for her to hide from him. He is everywhere around her. She blinks rapidly, praying the tears in her eyes won’t fall.

She couldn’t possibly embarrass herself any more.

“If that really wasn’t enough for you—” He starts, his hand beginning to shift around her once more.

“No! No, wait! Okay, I’m scared, alright? Please stop!” Her voice breaks pathetically. The motion around her pauses as he blinks down at her for a second. Then, she’s moving again. Much, much too fast for her liking. She bites back another yelp as his palm drops, lowering her back to the ground. She’s tipped from his palm, and before she can even really register what’s happening, Felix is standing in front of her, back to his regular height, looking particularly smug, knowing he's won.

“Fuck, dude,” she breathes shakily, composing herself, and quickly wiping her eyes.

“You’re fine,” He mumbles as he drops her backpack down next to her.

“I think you enjoyed that way too much,” she collects her things, and rises on quivering legs.

“Yeah. Probably,” he shrugs and steps away from her, heading towards the edge of the clearing with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“H-hey! Wait!” She quickly trots after him.

He sighs heavily, “Charlotte. Why are you so insistent on befriending the local resident monster?”

“Easy. I don’t think you’re a monster,” she scrunches her nose up at the word.

“Really?” He stops, and turns to face her, “after all that? You were literally crying two seconds ago.”

She just shrugs, “it could have been worse.”

“You are impossibly stubborn,” he rolls his eyes, and tuns to walk off again.

“Well, so are you! Why are you so insistent on being a total loner?”

“Maybe I just don’t like you! Is that so hard for you to believe?” He says with a huff.

“You don’t even know me!” She shouts back at him.

“And you don’t know me. We should keep it that way!” He raises his voice to match her energy.

“Alright! Fine. Whatever. Just live in your ‘woe is me, the world is out to get me’ delusions then! All I’ve done is try to be nice to you, and you just have the most frustrating attitude! Why did you even come to this school. There are plenty of schools out there for Supers. You picked one that’s like, entirely Mundane. This place is like a ghost town. I’m pretty sure most people that go here have never even met a C-tier Super before.”

He stops so quickly, she almost stumbles right into him, “oh, and what, you’re some kind of expert on Supers?”

“Ooh, sorry,” she lets go of a frustrated laugh, “I can’t answer that, that would involve us learning something about one another!”

They lock eyes. Stuck in a stalemate of stubbornness.

“You’re being so dramatic,” he grumbles.

“Maybe I am!” She knows he’s curious, but she’s not going to give him any more information. She tries to step around him, but he blocks her path.

“Charlie,” his tone is clipped. She realizes with a start that he’s standing a head taller than her. She scowls up at him.

“Oh, sure Felix. Get all big and intimidating! What are you going to do, become gigantic and force me to talk?”

“No!” He says frustrated, she gets the impression that he didn’t really intend to grow just then. His emotions must have a pretty strong effect on his abilities. “No,” he takes a breath to calm himself down, “Look. You seem to have some kind of experience with supers. I at least want to know that much about you.”

“Apologize to me,” she huffs.

“What?” He blinks, taken aback by this.

“You were really mean, and I want you to say that you’re sorry.”

“Oh my god. Fine. Charlotte, I’m sorry, alright. I’m a total jerk, and I’m sorry.” He says, waiting for her to go ahead and tell him what he wants to know. She looks at him for a moment before speaking.

“I think you should answer some of my questions first, and then I will forgive you.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s only fair.”

“Alright, whatever. What do you want, my life story?” He says with an annoyed roll of his eyes.

“It can be the abridged version,” she gives him a self-satisfied grin.

He groans, stomping over to a large rock that’s off the path, taking a seat on it. He gestures beside him, obviously annoyed. She takes a seat next to him.

“I’ve had my ability since like, the third grade. I was an only child, and my parents are Mundane. They didn’t know what to do with me, so they just sent me off to a boarding school for Supers. They had another kid after that and he’s normal, or whatever. I haven’t seen much of any of them since, like, middle school.”

“Oh my gosh? That’s –”

“I don’t want your pity,” he continues without missing a beat, “Anyway, my ability was really lame the entire time I was there. Like my max height was, I don’t know, like, a generous ten feet? So, they recommended I just go to college with the Mundanes. I went to Lynwell for like one semester, and surprise, surprise, my ability suddenly developed into, well, you saw. So, that got flagged and, well, I…. I was at Rosehill but…” he hesitates, furrowing his brow, “Long story short, I decided to just transfer here because,” he pauses again before shaking his head, “I don’t know. I’m here now. Life story over, the end.” He finishes quickly, obviously unwilling to tell her any more than that. “Your turn.”

“Oh! My brothers go to Rosehill,” She says, and Felix’s eyes widen. “Would they know you?” she asks curiously.

“I… I really hope not. Your brothers are Supers then?” Some of the color has drained from his face, he looks much more tentative now. She makes a mental note of this. She’ll have to ask her brothers about him.

“Yeah. I’ve got four older brothers, and all of them are Supers. We’re from East Springs,” Felix quirks his brow in recognition. Everyone’s heard of East Springs, it’s one of the ‘Big Five,’ cities that are major hubs for Super activity.

“Oh. And you...?” He trails off, leaving her to finish the thought for him.

“Nope,” she answers, “But, I went to Super schools until my sophomore year. After that, it became obvious that I wasn’t going to snap into any abilities, so I got transferred to a small Mundane school. Now I’m here.”

“Why here?”

“Well. Mostly the scholarships, but the science program here is actually really top notch. Oh and, my family thought it would be better for me to hang out with other Mundanes for once… jokes on them, I guess. Anyway. Thank you for humoring me. I forgive you for being a total jerk, I'll try to just stay out of your way in the future.”

“I really am sorry, about… everything," he says, his voice taking on a more genuine tone.

“Don’t worry about it,” she grins, as carefree as ever. “Oh. I won't tell anyone about your abilities, by the way.”

“I don’t care. Just another rumor to add to the pile.”

“Okay, well I care,” She frowns. The rumors are just clinging to the assumption that Felix is a Super. A correct assumption, but still. She can imagine all of the same crazy things being said about her brothers too. It just rubs her the wrong way. “Anyway, we don’t have to be friends, but I’m not here to sabotage your social life. You seem to be doing a perfectly fine job of that on your own,” her mouth pulls into a teasing smirk. Felix rolls his eyes.

“Whatever,” He adds after a pause, “I’ll see you around, Charlie.”

She blinks at him for just a second, before nodding and walking down the trail back to the campus on her own.

#charlie and felix #g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #my writing

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 6: Asphyxia (Choking)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Back to the Medic content with something quite spicy.

Tags: Choking, edgeplay, medical kink (kinda?), fearplay

Word Count: 2k

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“Have you done this before?”

It seemed a bit late for you to ask a question like that. You were already halfway undressed in Medic’s quarters. Apparently, right after you tossed your shirt and bra eagerly to the floor was when reality decided to catch up with you. And per usual, it had come bearing it’s fair share of doubt and insecurity to inflict on you.

“Oh yes, several times.” Medic’s response reflected confidence and self assurance, basically the exact opposite of everything you were currently feeling.

“Okay, let me rephrase that,” you said, realizing the multiple ways Medic could have taken your question, given his line of work. “Have you done this before outside of the battlefield? You know, outside of killing people?”

The grin you got in response did nothing to calm your inhibitions. “Darling, I’m a professional. I promise, I won’t let any harm come to you,” he said. “Besides, you were the one who wanted to try this.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m just nervous. I can’t help it.”

“A perfectly normal reaction,” Medic assured you, brushing a hand against your cheek gently. “But I’m sure you’ll do just fine, liebling. You remember what to do if you want me to stop, right?”

“Yes.” You tapped the edge of the bed three times to demonstrate. Both of you knew that speaking may not come easily during some parts of this little experiment. That particular action would function in place of a safe word.

“Good,” Medic said, his hands already traveling down your body. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, pulling them down easily along with your underwear. They were quickly discarded onto the floor as well, leaving you completely bare.

He made eye contact briefly, and you quickly nodded, giving him permission to go on. He immediately focused on your clit, rubbing delightful circles around it. His lips were on yours before you could moan, kissing you quickly before moving down your neck, nibbling and sucking there as he pleasured you below.

When you were wet enough you felt him slide a finger into your entrance, curling in just the right way. You moaned, bucking against his hand. It wasn’t long before he was able to work a second finger into you, thrusting them into you while rolling his thumb over your clit.

While it was enjoyable, it wasn’t long before you began to grow impatient. Medic always knew how to banish your inhibitions with good foreplay, and the moment he saw that hunger for more in your eyes he knew you were ready. In a flash, he moved from ravishing you with his hand alone to removing his pants. His erection showing that he too was eager for the main event.

“In my experience, thirty seconds is the maximum amount of time someone can be safely choked for,” Medic calmly explained, even as he lined himself up. “Perhaps we can try to work our way up to that, if you so desire?”

The amount of questions those few sentences brought up was mind boggling. There was also the matter of ‘safely choking’ someone, which was an oxymoron if you had ever heard one. Did Medic actually have experience doing this with other people?

Of course, all those questions were quickly forgotten when he thrust into you, stilling the moment he was inside. His hands traveled up your body until both of them were stroking the sides of your neck.

“These are the carotid arteries. Most of the pressure will go here, to restrict blood flow,” he explained. You nodded, comforted and grateful that he was patient enough to explain this to you so thoroughly. “We’ll begin with five seconds, if you’re ready.”

You nodded, trying your best not to tense up when you felt the pressure on your neck. He didn’t start thrusting just yet, letting you get used to the feeling of his hands around your throat first. The restriction of blood flow made you feel somewhat dizzy, but in a good way. The feeling subsided when Medic released his grip, carefully gauging your reaction.

“That actually felt really nice,” you said, breathing deeply to keep your voice steady.

“That would be the endorphins. They’re triggered by the restriction of air flow, and hopefully, if timed right, they’ll greatly enhance your climax,” Medic’s voice dropped suggestively during that last sentence, and it only spurred you on.

“Do it again.”

Medic complied, his hands returning to your throat, but not yet applying pressure. “I take it you would like to go for longer this time?” He asked. You nodded.

“As you wish, liebling. Ten seconds,” Medic said. You felt his fingers press into the sides of your neck once again. This time it was coupled with him finally moving, thrusting hard as you felt that dizzy, pleasurable rush again. Every jolt of pleasure seemed especially strong, but all too soon the feeling ebbed away again as Medic released your throat, his thrusts slowing as he checked in on you again.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you moaned. “You said we could do this for thirty seconds, right?”

Medic responded with a soft laugh. He leaned down to kiss your neck, noticing that the skin there was beginning to flush from both arousal and the pressure being exerted on it.

“Patience, darling. This is one thing we don’t want to rush,” he said between soft kisses. You couldn’t help but pout, especially since you knew he was right.

“Oh, don’t frown now,” Medic said, taking your face in his hands and pressing a quick peck on your lips. “I am flattered that you trust me so much, liebchen. After all, you are putting your life in my hands.”

A devious grin spread across his face as he spoke, and those strong hands returned to your neck once again. Before you could even respond, Medic was beginning to apply pressure.

“Fifteen seconds this time,” he said, making sure to keep you informed.

The pattern was the same as before. That heady feeling, the rush of endorphins, the enhanced sensations as Medic began to thrust into you again. Then, something else; a hint of a new emotion that made itself known when you tried to inhale and found difficulty in doing so. It was a feeling you quickly recognized as panic. However, it was gone as soon as it had appeared when you were once again allowed to breathe.

You were surprised to find that you actually felt a bit of disappointment. Panic wasn’t exactly an emotion that would normally be associated with good sex, and yet you wanted more, far more than the mere taste you had just received.

“Ah, I saw that little twinge of fear,” Medic observed you, chuckling darkly. “But judging from that euphoric expression, I take it you’re enjoying yourself anyway?”

You reached out shakily, taking Medic’s hand and bringing it back up to your throat. A soft “please,” was all you managed to say in response. Medic allowed you to bring his hand to your neck, but he didn’t choke you yet. Instead, he simply ran his fingers over your tender skin.

“And that would be the psychological component,” he said, continuing to muse over your reactions in a near clinical manner. “The risk, the thrill, isn’t it intoxicating?”

He seemed to grow more frenzied as he spoke, his thrusts growing quicker yet again, and his hand tightening around your throat. You barely heard him, already bracing for the next high.

“Twenty seconds.” That was all you could register before the dizziness, the pleasure, and the panic, which endured for much longer this time. Yet you felt no desire to tap out. Rather, you embraced the fear, letting it wash over you, simply allowing yourself to feel it with an intensity that you had never felt before.

When Medic stopped you were practically gasping for breath. He ran his hands over your chest for a few moments as it heaved with the effort of drawing fresh air into your lungs.

“Those choking little gasps,” he moaned. He continued to thrust into you without slowing his pace as he had before. “They sound so sweet, liebling. Twenty five now, ja?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, eager to begin the next set. Again you went through the cycle. The pressure, the high, the thrill, and the logical side of your brain screaming that you may die. It all mingled with the ever present pleasure in a way that some might find overwhelming or even sickening. It seemed that you, on the other hand, were quickly developing a craving for it.

“Gott, I love that look. The pleasure and fear contrast so beautifully on you, meine liebe. You’re doing so well,” Medic praised you as his hands squeezed your throat, even though he knew you were probably too blissed out to notice.

The twenty five seconds ended and you became coherent again, allowing yourself to catch your breath in earnest before the grand finale. One of Medic’s hands was still wrapped firmly around your neck, and you felt his fingers twitch as you drew air into your lungs, eager to press into your throat again. The other hand trailed down your body, over your breasts and stomach. You sighed at the soft touch until the hand eventually came to rest on your hip.

“Very good, mein schatz. Do you want to come? Do you want me to give you that release while I hold your life in my hands?” He asked, leaning down to whisper in your ear. Again, you felt his fingers twitch, as if he was barely holding back the urge to press down.

“Yes, please Medic!” You begged, nodding eagerly. You were so desperate for relief. “Please!”

“Thirty seconds.” It was the only warning you got before you were being choked again. You relished each part of the now familiar pattern, intending to make the most out of this final high. Just as the panic began to set in, Medic moved his free hand, using it to rub over your clit.

The lack of oxygen made everything feel more intense than anything you had ever felt before. Any fear you felt was completely drowned out by pleasure as you came, shaking as your climax finally overtook you all at once. Moans came out in choked gasps, and it remained that way until you were able to draw breath freely again.

Medic thrust into you frantically even as you continued to quiver beneath him. You wrapped your legs lazily around his hips when he finally finished, keeping him within you, the two of you entwined with each other as you relaxed and let your bodies cool. You sighed as you felt him press kisses along your neck, whispering praise in your ear.

“You did so very well for your first time, liebchen. So responsive, and so trusting,” he said.

“Well, you weren’t lying when you said you knew what you were doing,” you said, trying to respond with some of your own praise through the breathless, heady euphoria that still permeated your whole body.

“Even so, I’m glad you trusted me to do this to you.” He was still grinning, but speaking with a genuineness that was rare to hear from him.

“You'll have to teach me how to do that to you someday,” you said jokingly. However, you definitely noticed how Medic’s expression shifted when you said that. He suddenly looked very eager.

“Oh ja, I definitely could!” He said, making it obvious that he was taking your suggestion more seriously than you had meant it.

“Well, I guess I could try,” you stammered nervously. “But I wouldn’t even know where to start, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, it will definitely take a while to master, but you’re a quick learner, aren’t you, meine liebe?” Medic crooned, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a soft chuckle. As nervous as you initially were about the idea, his eagerness was infectious, especially under the enduring afterglow that reigned over the pair of you. Eventually, you settled on a maybe , but make no mistake, it was a very hopeful maybe.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress two #team fortress spy #medic x reader #medic tf2 #medic team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 #cross posted on ao3 #team fortress 2 medic #x reader

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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 1 year

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That's not really a good impression at all

I finally wrote this so....

the next fic will be the side story for surfer Dream au :)

Anyways, enjoy this :]

TW: Safe/soft vore, accidental fearplay, fear to being eaten

It was a fairly calm day, the sky was completely clear and even if there was a bit of wind, it wasn't cold. Dream was hidden among a bunch of trees that hid his presence from the human who used to walk through the forest.

He still wondered why a human lived so far away from other humans. This human's house was at the entrance of the forest and there was no other house for miles away. Maybe he liked being alone?

He continued to watch the human who had been lying on the ground for a while but started to get up. He had been so deep in thought that he probably hadn't realized the human had been lying there for about 15 minutes.

Dream pouted to himself, he wanted to observe the human more but he knew that he was going to return home and he wouldn't be able to see him again until tomorrow.

He followed the human to his house, carefully so that he wouldn't notice his presence. He saw the human enter the house and let out a silent sigh. He sat there watching the house even though he knew the human was not going to come out again.

Since the human moved to the forest and saw him for the first time began to feel attracted to the small one, to such an extent that he stalked him every day, from a distance and obviously hidden.

It didn't take long for night to come and it was at that moment that Dream came up with an idea that seemed to him like there was nothing wrong with it.

He approached carefully and silently towards the house, kneeling down to be face to face with the human's bedroom window. He always slept with the window open, which was quite big, so Dream raised his hand and slowly put it inside the house.

He used a pair of fingers to pull the covers off her and to carefully and gently gather him between them, slowly withdrawing his hand. Dream's eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder at how small the human really was.

He brought him closer to his face to get a better look at him and finally did what he had planned to do. He put the human into his mouth gently, licking the small body and filling it with saliva so that he would go down the throat better.

Dream hum softly at the taste, the human had a slight taste of spiciness and something else he couldn't guess but didn't care much for. He pressed the human gently against the palate, swallowing the accumulated saliva in his mouth.

He continued to taste the human for a few more minutes until he decided it was enough and tilted his head back slightly, gently swallowing the human.

Dream heaved a contented sigh as he felt the human enter his storage stomach. He got up from the ground, beginning to walk back to his own home, although as soon as he arrived, the human began to wake up and within seconds was frantically moving around his storage while screaming in panic.

Dream's ears flopped down, he didn't think the human would be so scared.

He pressed gently on his storage trying to calm the human, but that seemed to make it worse as the human began to squirm more and the screams of panic increased.

Dream let out a little whimper, shoving the human back into his throat and within seconds he was back in Dream's mouth.

He gently removed the human from his mouth, wiping the saliva from him with the sleeve of his hoodie. The human was looking at him with his eyes wide with fear. Dream did not like that at all. “...I'm sorry…” “A-Are you sorry…? Y-You fucking ate me!!” Dream flinched at the sudden yell.

“You were safe, I swear! I wouldn't hurt you…” The human tried to look for some trace that he was lying but found nothing. The giant seemed to be quite sincere.

“A-Alright… just, don't eat me again…” he said with a soft sigh. Dream nodded, hugging the human. "What is your name?? My name is Dream!" he said with a smile.

The human flinched at the sudden embrace but calmed down quickly since he wasn't hurting him. “Uh.. Sapnap.. Glad to meet you too Dream, I guess…”

Dream just smiled stupidly as he lay down on his bed. Sapnap was amazed that the giant had a human-like house with furniture and all. "Good night then!" "Good night..." In a few minutes they both fell asleep, Dream happy to have the human with him after so long.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt vore #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dsmp vore #safe vore #soft vore #accidental fearplay #giant!dream #tiny!sapnap #human!sapnap

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so-very-small · 2 months

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just spent five minutes typing an ask but I'm on the train and went into a no signal zone so im gonna be annoying and send it again because I have no idea if it sent! but ill give u bonus content. to make up for it if this is the second time you get it. prommy. so anyway you said to send things to ramble about, which can Include Our Days. things I've been considering

as ever the jonelias g/t im writing. tiny jon lying on elias's bare chest over his heart and crying. and jon asking to do fearplay because he misses when he was scared for reasons that weren't I'm Gonna Be Killed. i will never stop thinking about them

borrower hitching a ride to uni because he just really really wants to learn. First borrower to try and get a degree in classical studies. his family think he's insane, not least because its up there for least practical things for a borrower to try and study. he starts editing the human's essays and the human starts thinking they're going insane.

(bonus content) tinies who eat humans. like exclusively. they're obligate carnivores and they just figure cutting off a human's finger or toe every once in a while is actually easier than hunting mice. humans trying to figure out this case of serial finger removal.. .

OUGH. OUGH. fearplay as a way to be scared in a controlled environment is one of my FAVE tropes. thats SO GOOOOD I LOVE THEM 😭

CHCJFJFJ the borrower just going in with a red pen at night, by the time finals swing around they fully reveal themselves to the human so they can tutor them bc my god they have no chance of passing alone

that is so creepy i love it. imagine how much a whole human could feet borrowers for. like it starts as just fingers and then an entire person goes missing. non-cannibal borrowers nearby are the only one who understand fully how terrifying that is

#cannibalism tw

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w4nderlust · 8 months

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WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE ?

a month of debauchery split into 5 weeks. 18+ only!

♱ — NOTE: welcome to my first-ever kinktober! brief warnings are provided below each of the fic links but specific ones are on the actual fic. this masterlist is subject to change ( adding more or removing some ) it just depends on how busy i am. all reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.

♱ — 10/1

THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU starring: EREN YEAGER

a prank phone call on halloween night isn’t out of the ordinary—it’s the handsome voice on the other line asking you weird questions that is. nonetheless playing into his ‘silly’ game, you fucked around and found out, real quick.

ghostface!eren, knife play, blood play, degradation, murder talk

♱ — 10/7

OFFICE HOURS starring: SUGURU GETO

there’s nothing wrong with taking advantage of your professor’s office hours to raise your grade.

age gap, teacher-student, spanking, cock warming

♱ — 10/8

PROFESSIONAL starring: NANAMI KENTO

desc wip.

double penetration, butt plug, spanking, semi-public

♱ — 10/14

FREAK NEXT DOOR starring: SUGURU GETO

suguru developed a crush on his pretty little neighbor. weeks of watching you from his window adjacent to yours, sneaking into your house when you’re sleeping and helplessly jacking off next to your body. it wasn’t adequate enough for him anymore, so he finally made his move.

stalking, fearplay, somonophilia, dubcon, dark obsession.

♱ — 10/22

CRYBABY starring: FUSHIGURO TOJI

desc wip.

dacryphilia, manhandling, daddy issues, major degradation, overstimulation

♱ — 10/28

HIDE N FUCK starring: SATORU GOJO

a drunk game of hide n seek ends up with you locked in the closet with satoru. what better way to keep you quiet and stop you two from being found than to shove his dick down your throat?

intoxicated sex, throat-fucking

♱ — 10/31

SHAMELESS starring: SATORU + SUGURU

satoru and suguru pay a visit to your club every thursday night. this regime was customary for weeks until it just wasn’t suitable anymore. instead of tipping you in cash, they did it in other ways.

threesome, stripper!reader, infidelity

♱ — EXTRA

HALLOWEEN NIGHT starring: JJK CHARACTERS

what the jjk characters dress up with you as for halloween and how they take it off by the end of the night.

• choso, megumi (sfw) nanami, satoru, suguru, sukuna, toji

#★﹐𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 '23．﹗﹑#kinktober 2023 #attack on titian #aot #eren yeager #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #suguru geto #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #megumi fushiguro #choso kamo #sukuna ryomen

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cerberusthenking3 · 1 month

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Duel Soaring Snacks

Sorry if the two images are annoying but I couldn't find an official picture with both of them

Warning this story contains soft,safe vore,fearplay,half-size,apologetic preds,aftercare

Baipā POV.

My spines twitch in anticipation as me and Supāku watch the two lost humans wander around our territory.My eyes flick and look over them as drool fills my mouth,I turn to look at my brother and he whispers"Not yet,they could be armed"I sigh but he knows best about this kind of thing and I'll get one of them anyways so waiting a few more minutes isn't the end of the world.He bristles his fur up before leaping to the next branch and I follow with a swift leap and grab onto the branch when I hear a loud roar and tense up.I snarl before saying"Rathalos,he's gonna try to steal our meals,should we grab them?"He nods and says,"Be cautious and leave them if they have weapons or the rathalos attacks,"I bark in agreement before we leap at them in unison and take down the humans simultaneously.I hear the rathalos getting closer so we swiftly pull them into the foliage,I place a spine to the humans neck while Supāku puts his teeth around the other ones head.The rathalos slams down outside our hiding spot and smells the ground where the humans were before taking off and dissapearing into the distance.I'm about to stand up when the human under me starts convulsing and making wierd gasping sounds.I look down confusedly when I hear Supāku grunt in pain and the other small human suddenly runs into my vision and leans down before smacking me in the leg a few times.Cautiously,I step off the human but keep a close eye on them while his.....friend?brother?Whatever,rolls the convulsing human onto his side and begins pulling off his outer layers of closing and undoing some of his comrades buttons.He takes his own jacket and places it and the other removed jacket under his head while kneeling next to him.

Supāku POV.

The other human has finally stopped twitching on the ground, and his companion is currently checking him over for injuries.I look at Baipā and he says, "I swear didn't hurt the human,he just started convulsing under me"The human looks up at me and my brother,who is nervously watching before saying flatly"You need to let him leave,he already had one seizure and who knows if he'll have another,he banged his head on the ground when that one knocked him down"I shake my head,neither of them are leaving.My brother pipes up and says"M-maybe we should let them leave,I d-dont want to hurt anyone"I stare down at the human before he says"Fine,but at least take me somewhere so I can keep a better eye on him"I walk over to pick him up as he swats my nose away and I shake my head a few times,he gives me a glare and says"Nevermind,leaving him with one of you could lead to another head injury,I can take care of him here"I snort with a bit of annoyance as the human pull his bag off his back and looks into the pouch before pulling out a strange blue block and putting it on the other humans head.While we sit there the human looks up and says"Thank goodness,took you long enough,Omo"A blast of scolding air hits me from behind and I hear a low growl before I begin shaking and look out Baipā staring with a fearful look behind me and I shakily turn around and see the rathalos from earlier glaring daggers at me before stepping past me and towards the humans,he leans down and scoops up the unconscious human in his mouth and swallowing him down smoothly and holding out his open mouth for the other one who shakes his head"You've got him and I don't want to take up the surrounding space,his clothes are loose and your crop should be soft enough that if he has another seizure he won't hurt himself,but if he does have another seizure try to get him to the doctor and out as quickly as possible,plus I still want to see if I can find the lost hunter before I go home"The rathalos named Omo nods before snarling at me he says with a venomous voice"How 'bout you help Naru,cause you caused him and Nanui so much trouble while they were doing their jobs,I think it's fair because I have graciously decided not to kill ya and all,but you can just leave,fair warning though because after you leave I think I'll start craving Kadachi and go after you two once I get Nanui to the-"I cut him off with a shaky nod and stutter out"Y-y-yes sir,w-we'll help h-him"He huffs at me with a burst of steam before licking up my muzzle and flying off.I feel my legs collapse under me as I take a burst of deep breaths and realize that I stopped breathing while he was talking.

Baipā POV.

My spines slowly lower as I watch the rathalos soft away with the injured human,and I can't help but feel a small weight off my chest, knowing that the human will be okay.The only human left,Naru I think,begins to the nearby tree's and pulling out a small device before attaching it to his wrist and stepping to the edge.My brother jerks forwards and says"We need to help him"I look at him confusedly as he say"Don't,don't ask,just,just help him find the hunter he's looking for"I nod and walk to the human who looking at the ground nervously before nudging him and watch him flinch before turning to me.I lean down and offer him a ride which he gives a sigh of relief to and climbs on gently.He places his hands around my neck and hold on tightly as I sprint towards the cliff face and leap off the trees and wall rotating between the two before I reach the ground with a flick of the membranes between my fore and hind legs,swiftly gliding down and landing with a thump.The human slides off me when I hear a yelp of pain and soft thud and I quickly snap around and see the human holding one of my spines before saying faintly"Ow"And collapsing.Panic shoots through my body,no no no,I didn't mean to,I softly whimper before my stomach growling snaps me out of it,I swiftly push my jaws over his unconscious form when Supāku says"Wait,Baipā,if that rathalos catches you,he'll kill you"I try to ignore him,my brothers right,as always,but I can't just let him die because I didn't think to retract my spines.I'll theaten humans with them but I don't want to use them unless absolutely necessity and I do have a counter incase I sting people that I didn't want to.My tongue slides over his face as I swallow him quickly,my snake-like jaw easily engulfing the human fully.I don't bother tasting him as thoroughly as I could bit I still taste the delicious,light and fluffy flavor,like a cloud made out of berry juice.It takes two quicks swallows to send him down into my pouch before I feel him get packed into the tight organ.I ready up to leap when I hear someone yelling out with a cracking voice.

Supāku POV.

I turn to where the yelling noise is coming from and jump up to one of the over hanging trees before leaping across the branches and looking down to see a human stuck under a fallen tree with his weapon lying a few feet infront of him."This is the human that the kid was looking for."I hear my brother comment behind me,so I give a dark smile and say."Alright,I'll get him out."Before jumping off the tree and landing in front of the human who looks at me with a look of panic,I shoot down and send the tree flying off the humans back and watch as he scambles up.I open my mouth widely and leap at the human before engulfing his head and swallowing at such a pace that he can't react as I feel him fill up my pouch and burp contently.I look down proudly at my bulging chest,I can easily fit a fully grown human in there without a single problem and I did.I hold my head up high and push my chest out to show off my wonderful meal before walking back to my brother and easily scaling the trees back to him.I look over at him and see him cuddling against his chest with his head,he looks up at me and I hear his purring from where I am,wait a damn minute,I start laughing out loud and says"Wait,I've never heard you actually purr from a meal,is he that good?"Baipā glares at me and sticks his tongue out before asking with a vibrating voice."Did you get the other human?"I nod and stick my chest out proudly.He rolls his eyes but stands up and says"Lets take them to our nest for the night and take them home tomorrow. "I nod, and we begin off through the canopy of trees and arrive at our nest in two minutes flat.When we get there I lay down on my chest and force a few more stuggles out of the human and slowly fall asleep.

Naru POV.

My eyes snap open as I feel my entire body ache while I look around and see that I seem to be in something's stomach, and I don't know if it's safe.I look around and try to move but it's so tight that I can't even struggle when I hear a soft clicking sound and feel the walls vibrating while they gently squeeze me.Some liquid is filling the pouch halfway but it doesn't seem to be acids because it's only bubbling and not even my clothes are damaged.I look at the hole in arm and notice that a black liquid is floating out of it.I smile tiredly and mutter"Thank you"before snuggling into the walls of the organ and going back to sleep.

Baipā POV.

My nose twitches as I smell smoke, and a large burst of heat hits me.My eyes slowly open as I adjust to the light and see a large scaled head right in front of me.My front claws shoot out as I flop off the ground grapple to a tree,bristling my spines and pushing my head down as a shield for my chest.The rathalos snarls and says in a furious voice"SPIT HIM OUT,IF HE'S HURT I'LL RIP YOU FUCKING THROAT OUT"My spines slowly lower as I slide down the tree and mutter"Chill man,he's fine,just in my pouch and no,he's asleep"I shake myself off and start preening myself as I hear Supāku begin hacking out the other human who is unconscious but otherwise uninjured as the rathalos looks at it fleetingly before turning back to me and I see an actually nervous look an his face hidden behind frustration so I give him a gentler answer"I'll let him out when he wants out,okay?"The wyvern gets a slightly more relaxed look before looking over at my brother and saying,"You two,come with me back to our village so we can check them for injuries"I shrug and stand up before I hear a soft voice behind me ask"E-excuse me,but is my brother okay?"I turn around and see the human I knocked to the ground yesterday standing there.I nod and open my mouth in front of him. He smiles and asks,"Is there enough space?"I release the muscles holding his brother so it relaxes,they'll be pushed together, but there is enough space, so I nod.He places his hands in my mouth, and I gently swallow him down,being careful with my teeth and sending the fragile little human to be with his brother.He arrives in my pouch and I position it to gently squeeze them together before turning to the rathalos"Okay,there both alright,let's go"in a tone sort of buzzing from purrs.The rathalos sighs but gives a small smile and turns to lead us to their home.

#fearplay #safe vore #soft vore #monster hunter world #Tobi-Kadachi #Viper Tobi-Kadachi #twin prey #injured prey

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carnivorous-canine98 · 10 months

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Of Monsteress’s and Women: Introductions Abound

Word count: 4,003

Tigger warning: Brief mentions of attempted assault, mentions of death/hard vore/digestion, and fearplay

Again… read at your own risk

This job… I seriously fucking hate it.

But honestly, what could I do about it? Finding a well paying job with a workable schedule as a college student is hard enough. Well… at least some of the women that come into the bar are cute.

Yeah… I work nights at a pretty well known bar here in the city. Not only that, I seem to be getting a following there as well. I perform every Saturday night live on stage. And God damn is it something I love.

I smile at the thought to no one in particular as I mix up a drink for a few of the local patrons. It was hard not to hum to the music that was playing in the background as I worked. Pretty sure the song was "Gimmie, Gimme, Gimme (A Man After Midnight)" by ABBA.

Unknowingly, I danced along to the song as I handed out orders. Hell, this was such a fun song… I'd just personally change one word in the lyrics.

"Heeeey Astra *hic*," I heard my name being called.

Turning in the direction of where I heard my name from, I gave my usual customer service smile. It was of the regulars, Jason, I believe his name was. Internally I sighed, not exactly in the mood to be hit on. Yet… it came in the territory of being a bartender.

"Heya, Jason," I said sweetly. "What can I do for you?"

"Wheeen are you going to perform next? I wanna hear that seeexy voice soon," he slurred, painfully drunk.

It was hard to keep myself from visibly wincing at the comment. I kept that forced smile while I spoke. "I unfortunately can't do it this weekend. I have some stuff going on sadly…"

"Aww come ooon," he whined, grabbing my arm. "You're sooo good."

"Again Jason… I can't. I have really important stuff I need to get done," I responded, trying to get his arm off of mine.

"Fuck that!" The drunk man spat, his grip tightening.

A pained yelp rushed past my lips as I tried to pull away. "P-Please let go. Y-You're hurting me…" I whimpered, trying to pull away. His drinking buddies were trying to get him to let go, thank God. But this ass had a grip like an iron golem.

He spat some incoherent nonsense, grip tightening even more. I let out a sharp cry of pain, tears at the corners of my eyes.

"Hey, fuck face," an annoyed, gruff feminine voice snarled. "Let the girl go. I think it's pretty fucking clear she's busy and not the slightest into you." I glanced over, a few stray tears falling, to see that it was another woman coming to my rescue. Oh, Oh God damn… this was not what I was expecting.

Before I had even a chance to process my thoughts, a deathly pale hand reached out, removing the man's hand from my arm. There was a strong, gentleness about this woman as she pulled the drunk man away from me. It took me a second to gather my surroundings, my cheeks now flushed red as I scrambled away from the bar.

"Oi you c***, mind your own fucking business," I heard him shout.

The woman was clearly unfazed by this, raising an eyebrow at the comment. "Was that supposed to hurt… because I've been called worse."

He looked like he was about to swing at her, but she pinned him with ease, pulling his arms behind his back. "Okay… I think you've had enough. Time to go home jackass," she hissed. With no effort at all, she forced the drunkard out of the bar door, giving a good shove before coming back in.

"You guys aren't going to be causing the little lady any trouble yourselves?" The woman growled at the other man who he was with.

Obviously intimated, they shook their heads, hand up and mumbling some no's and whatnot.

"Heya, sweets? You okay…?"

It took me a moment to register that she was talking to me. I glanced up and my lord did my cheeks start to sting… On a scale of one to ten, she was easily an elven. Thick black hair fell down to her back, covering her mostly pale skin. And she was built, oh God was she built.

Now that I was able to look her up and down, she was also huge. This woman had to be at least close to seven feet tall. My cheeks burned ruthlessly as I continued to study her up and down.

"Hey… you good?" She called out again, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-Yeah, I'm g-good," I squeaked, now full on blushing."T-Thank you f-for the help m-miss."

"Hey, no problem. Glad to be of service," she purred, giving a wide grin. "Catch you later then, sweets."

She turned to walk away, giving a wink as she left. A squeak escaped past my lips as I forced myself to speak. "B-Bathroom, be r-right back," I stammered, quickly darting away from the counter. God damn my face was on fire. My thoughts were all over the place as I ran to the women's restroom to rinse my face.

It felt like forever as I gripped the edges of the sink, trying to calm down. 'Slow your breathing, close your eyes, and think calming thoughts' came into my mind. Doing just that, it didn't take too long to calm down.

A soft smile formed on my lips as I gave a soft sigh… only to let out a spooked yelp as the bathroom door opened.

"Hey Astra… boss says you can go home early tonight. He also told me that tomorrow's shift is covered and you're free to take the day off."

I glanced over to see it was my coworker Katie. She bore a concerned look on her face as we faced each other. I managed a weak smile, giving a nod. "T-Thanks…" I forced out.

Katie's brows furrowed. "Astra, you good?" She asked?

My cheeks started to burn as my mind once again thought of my savor. "I'm good. I'm good." I said rapidly.

Worry once crept onto Katie's face before she gave an 'Oh, I see'

My coworker chuckled, giving me a soft smile. "Finally got the hots for someone, I see?" She chuckled. "Either way… you take care and get home safe okay, Astra."

All I could manage was a weak laugh and a small smile at what my coworker said. Looking back into the mirror, I continued to blush. "Y-Yeah… she was pretty damn cute. Felt pretty good to have her come to my aid," I murmured as I once again collected myself.

After a few minutes, I left the bathroom and went to gather my things. That stupid smile was still on my face and it was hard to stop. I let a sigh pass my lips as I pulled out my phone to check the time.

"11:30… not too late. Should be okay to walk home," I hummed.

Slinging, my bag over my shoulder, I left through the back door. I was honestly thankful that the streets were pretty well lit at this hour. Well… better get myself home, not like I can just magically poof myself there. I reached into my bag, pulling out my earbuds, popping one into an ear.

My smile widened as I played the exact song I was listening to. I hummed along to the beat of the song, getting a bit lost into the music.

"There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme a woman after midnight.

Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away?"

Oh how good it felt to sing the song this way. My cheeks flushed brightly as I continued to sing, thoughts on my savor. 'Hopefully, I run into her again. I want to properly thank her for tonight,' I thought as I made my way along the sidewalk.

My eyes closed as I let my brain wander through possible date ideas. Romantic dinners, going to the movies, or just something as simple as sit-down at a coffee shop sounded nice. Subconsciously, I placed a hand to my cheek, letting out a soft giggle. Letting out a squeal, I went down an alleyway in hopes of getting home faster. Something I've done dozens of times…

What could go wrong right?

"Heya cutie… it's dangerous to be walking here all by yourself."

My head instantly shot up when I heard a voice from behind. I instantly spun around, to see a sleazy looking man sauntering way over. 'Great another fucking creep,' I internally groaned, rolling my eyes. My pace started to pick up, keeping my eyes on my phone as I pretended not to hear him.

"Oh come on babe, I know you heard me," the guy jeered.

I kept walking, not looking at him… that was until I was yet again grabbed. With a loud yelp, I quickly pulled away. "You fucking ass hole," I spat. "Take a Goddamn hint and piss off."

"Now, now that's not nice," he cooed, stepping closer.

Instinctively, I brought my hand up and clapped him on the cheek. "Fuck. Off," I snarled. "I'm not even into men in the first place!" Angrily, I spun off and stormed off. At this point I was fuming. "Fucking men… not getting the hint what someone in clearly not into you."

Anger was clouding my mind too much to even notice what was once again approaching me. "You little bitch!" Is the only thing I heard as I was pinned up against the side of a building. "Doesn't matter if you're one of those kinds of women… You need to be taught some manners."

"L-Let go of me you prick," I stammered, thrashing around in his grip.

I felt my heart start to race as I struggled to get free. Fuck! I never should've walked home by myself. My blood froze when I felt some cold and hard press against the side of my neck. "Behave… and I won't have to use this," the fucking bastard hissed in a sickly sweet voice.

Tears ran down my cheeks at the thought of what was going to happen to me. I tried to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. With a weak sob, I closed my eyes tightly… waiting.

Something happened… something I wasn't expecting at all.

The pressure was abruptly pulled away from my jugular, earning a shocking qasp. The scene I saw before me was something out of a nightmare.

The tall woman from before had pulled the man off of me and had him in an iron grip. But it's what she was doing to him that sent shivers down my spine. She had him pinned tightly against the wall, mouth clamped down on his neck. From what little light that was being given, I could see liquid oozing and slowly dripping from the bite wound.

My legs gave out from what I was witnessing. I felt my stomach churn, having to force my dinner from not making its way onto the street. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as I watched in terror.

Something seemed to cause the woman to stop and glance in my direction. The tips of long ears, barely visible, perked up slightly. She let the man fall to the ground like a rag doll. I visibly shuddered at that, recoiling at the sight of blood running from her lips.

A fearful whimper pushed its way out, as I made myself smaller, fearing what was going to happen next. My blood turned to ice when she started to walk over. I pressed my body as far back against the wall as I could, weak sobs eminenting.

Oh God, I'm next. She's going to do the same to me as she did to him. I closed my eyes again, waiting again to be grabbed and have my neck bitten into. N-No I didn't want to think of the pain… Of what it was like to be drained dry.

"Heya sweets…" came a low, gentle voice.

My eyes fluttered open to see crimson cat-like eyes staring right back at me. "P-Please j-just get it over with," I croaked, recoiling as she inched closer. "Shh, shh, I'm not going to feed on you," the woman spoke in a soft tone. "I've had my fill for tonight anyway."

"T-Then what are you going to do? S-Save me for a later snack? I-If you're going to kill me… just get it done and over with!"

Her red eyes went wide at what I said. "Kill you? I have no interest in doing that."

"Y-You literally drank from that creep over there!"

"Okay, calm down… he's not dead if that's what you're getting at," she sighed.

The woman moved just enough to where I could look past her. He was visibly breathing, unconscious it seemed, but clearly alive. "Believe me now there, sweets?" She asked with a playful edge to her voice. I still couldn't help my body from shaking as I looked back up at her.

"I, I, I…." I was too stunned for words.

She smirked wildly, showing off a double set of sharp fangs. "Welcome to the world of monsters, sweets," the woman purred, licking her lips.

Don't know why, but I found myself blushing heavily once again. I squeaked, hiding my face when I realized what was happening. A deep laugh filled my ears, making me guess she was laughing at me. "Don't usually have women visibly blushing when I save them… but then again, I never had spectators."

"H-Huh what do you mean?" I asked, peeking through my hands, only to go full on red at how close she was now.

"I never leave evidence of my feedings," she purred gently. "Blood can only satisfy for so long. I usually like my meals a bit… meatier, if you know what I mean."

"Y-You e-eat people?! H-How is that even possible? I mean… you're tall, b-but still?"

"Someone's definitely curious," she hummed. "Kinda ironic seeing what just happened."

The fear once again started to make its way back. I was face to face with a people eater. And not just that… I was actively talking with them. My body started to shake like mad, whimpering loudly as she spoke. The woman moved back some, but just enough to where I could easily be grabbed if I were to run.

"A few things," she hummed, a more serious edge in her voice. "Yes… while I eat people, I only actively go out of my way to kill and devourer scumbags who'd hurt those who they deem weaker. Most nights, I hunt petty criminals, take a pint or so and leave for the cops. But when the urge hits for a bigger meal… I go after much, much more fucked up individuals."

"This isn't even my main form… it's what I use to blend in with humans. My true form is much bigger, and scarier. So much bigger in fact, I'm able to swallow a man whole."

"O-Okay… b-but isn't that still kinda cruel? Making them experience, what I'd imagine, a very slow and extremely painful death?" I ask meekly, voice shaking.

"I may be a man eater… but I'm not that heartless. I always give as quick and painless a death as possible before eating the body. Plus… who's to say you even remember these individuals?" She responded back with a huge grin.

"Whenever I fully eat someone… they're wiped clean off of the face of the earth. Not a trace, no history, not even a single memory. No one will remember them at all."

That just made me shiver even more. The thought of being erased from everyone's memories, particularly loved ones, was definitely hard to bare. My mind was too busy processing what was said to even notice her moving closer. I let out a surprised squeak when I felt something cold, wet run across my cheek.

"T-The hell?" I sputtered, whipping my face.

She leaned back, licking her lips, purring loudly. "Mmm," she looked down at me, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Just as I thought… you taste delicious."

"H-Huh? I-I thought you said you only went after criminals?" I squeaked, trying to make myself smaller.

"Oh I do… but every once in a while, I get the craving for something different. Something delightful, much like you, sweets," she purred, now starting to tower over me. I tried to run, but was pinned to the ground. It wasn't rough, yet it didn't change the fact I was staring supposed death in the face.

I watched as her humanoid form started to twist and contort. The sound of bones snapping and muscles tearing was enough to send my stomach into knots again. I thrashed around as the hand pinning me down got bigger, started to grow fur, and the claws got longer.

Looking right at me was a beast that could best be described as a walking nightmare. It was like a werewolf, but much, much larger. She had to be over 20 feet at least. Twin fox-like tails swayed like a cat with a fresh mouse. There was a large set of demonic horns that curved backwards and the faintest hint of spikes running along down her back.

But what added to most dread was the face looking right at me.

Her face was nothing but an exposed canine's skull. It was hard to tell if it was that of a wolf or fox… like it mattered anyway. The beast eyes were a solid, glowing crimson with a singular slit for the pupil.

I once again gave a weak whimper, struggling more as the boney muzzle leaned closer. The beast's jaws parted, a snake-like appendage that was her tongue ran along my neck and face. The cold saliva made me shudder, seeing as I expected it to be at least warm.

The fuck am I thinking, right now?!

I began to kick and flare my aims around. Somehow I managed to land a solid blow to her under jaw. She didn't even look phased by it, more amused than anything. What the the hell did I expect, it was solid fucking bone.

With fast movement that I didn't see coming, I found the upper half of my body encased in cool, damp darkness. A muffled, fearful scream erupted from my lungs. I tried to kick about, but my legs were unable to move at all. She must have my legs pinned with a hand.

I gave a weak sob, recoiling as the beast's cool tongue seemed to coil around my upper body. A loud purr echoed around me as I was tasted like a piece of candy. It was almost deafening with how I was situated.

This changed when my own scream came out as I felt myself being pushed in further. I literally watched in horror as the throat opened up, eager to claim me.

I was soon pushed further in, and my God was it suffocating.

I tried to kick and thrash around, but it was extremely difficult when everything was pinned and squeezing me from all angles. And that purr… that damned, deafening purring!

It felt like a lifetime had passed when I was pushed into a larger space… although calling it large was a luxury. I was forced to curl up into an awkward fetal position. Grunting, I gave what I could a good kick trying to force something, anything to happen. I had to get out of this hell.

I just had to.

I kept my thrashing up for as long as I could, but found myself struggling. My body started to feel tired, very tired… The hell? I literally felt fine just a moment ago? "What's… going on? Why am I… so… sleepy?"

I couldn't fight it any longer, as I soon passed out.

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My eyes fluttered open to the sunshine and the warmth of my bed. I quickly shot up, letting out a weak laugh. "S-So that was a dream? Thank fucking God…" I breathed, placing a hand to face.

"That was no dream sweets," an irresistible feminine voice purred.

I let out a shout of alarm, scrambling to get out of the sheets. Yes, freedom! I thought as my face planted into the gourd. That damn voice started to laugh at my clumsiness. "Damn sweets, didn't think you'd be falling for me this quickly," she bellowed.

"S-Shut it," I hissed, rubbing my cheek.

I yelped as I was suddenly picked up and placed back onto the bed. The butterflies started to turn my stomach into knots while this was happening. She smiled sweetly, sitting next to me. Fuck, I could feel my cheeks start to burn with how close she was.

"H-How am I alive… let alone back at my place?" I blurted out, trying to distract myself.

She smirked, resting her chin on her hand. "I told you sweets, I don't hurt innocent people. Sure I might snag one every now and then for a more… lively meal," she purred, coming in closer.

I felt my body starting to heat up a bit as she was close enough to where we could lock lips. "To answer the other question.. I have my ways," she purred, licking her teeth. "Although… It sucks, I'm going to have to erase the memories from your mind. Can't exactly have you going around and letting the world know about my existence."

My eyes flew wide with what she said and I had no control over the words that flew out. "Wait, wait, wait! I, I, I have a proposition for you!" I stammered.

The hell am I saying?

She sat back, raising an eyebrow. " Go on…"

"I-I won't say anything about you or what happened last night, under the condition," my voice shrank, face burning like hell.

"I-If you go on a date with me…"

Now it was my turn to watch her eyes go wide. We sat in awkward silence for what felt like ever, until she snorted, then bursting into full on laughter. Don't know why, but I found myself pouting at her reaction. Fuck… now I wanted to curl into a ball.

Why did I say that?

The woman's laughter soon died down, placing a hand to my chin to look us both in the eyes. "Forgive my sudden burst of laughter, you caught me off guard was all," she spoke with a softness that I'd never seen coming. "Most humans view me as a monster, glutton, an abomination… so how is it you see me in a different light?"

"I, I." Again I was lost for words at the question. It's almost like steam was coming out of my ears as us two stared at each other. "I find you extremely attractive… a-and I… I wanted to thank you properly for helping me."

"Not only that… you never gave me your name," I murmured sheepishly. "I-Im Atrsa…"

That smug ass grin spread across her lips once again as she got closer. I let out a squeak as I found myself pinned against the headboard. God… does she like toying with me?

"Names, Dusk… and alright sweets, I'll bite," she hummed, narrowing her eyes playfully. "However, I have my own stipulations for this little exchange."

"What's that?"

"I get to have dessert later on," she purred, leaning in and licking the side of my neck.

I shuddered, letting out a loud whine. I had to bite my lip to keep any other noises from escaping as she gave me another. What did I just get myself into…

"F-Fine… deal," I breathed, panting heavily.

"Good, I look forward to the chance on properly eating you sweets," she smirked.

I internally cringed at the pun. Well this is going to be a very interesting relationship…

I just had to ask a monster out on a date.

#safe vore #soft vore #writing #size difference #fear play

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melonba11s · 1 year

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Escape would just be another form of torture (Reupload)

Strade takes you out for a drive!

Minors and Ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.

Contains: Kenophobia, Fearplay, Strade, What Strade can muster for aftercare

You sat with your hands obediently in your lap, glancing outside now and then at the surrounding landscape. Nothing but plain, grassy, hilly fields. The road you were on was paved, but long since abandoned it seemed, with cracks and potholes everywhere.

Part of you wondered how he’d found this place, and you glanced at the man driving you. Strade had his eyes on the road, two hands on the wheel. His expression was passive and flat, but when he caught your gaze he gave you a small smile. You remembered how he had carefully removed your collar and told you to go into the garage.

“Schatzi, let's go for a drive!” and with that, you were both off. Neither of you spoke the entire drive, sometimes he did this after all. He’d just take you for a short drive around, maybe point out interesting landmarks or tell a story about a bar you had passed by. But this was different. It had been well over an hour, approaching two. And Strade had grown quiet.

You fiddled with your shorts, glancing back outside. The wide open space made your spine tingle in fear. You much preferred the safety of crowded towns or cities. Your heart sped up though as Strade pulled over, and slowed to a stop.

“Strade? Where are we?” you glanced again outside then at him. His gaze bore into you, making you freeze, as he unbuckled your seatbelt. His expression was flat, as he fiddled with his dash, opening your door. You swallowed as he leaned towards you, and placed a hand on your chest.

“I’ve grown bored of you.” was all he said. For a moment you felt like your blood had froze in your veins, your heart had stopped, mind gone blank.

Then it all came back as he roughly shoved you backwards. You were suspended in air for a moment, only able to stare back at him before you hit the dirt with a thud. You were too in shock to even try and catch yourself, and just laid there as Strade closed the door, and then… began to drive away.

“No. No. No.” you mumbled to yourself, struggling to get up. The two or so hours spent sitting meant your legs were almost like jelly, but you still forced them forward, stumbling after his car. You reached out a hand, as if you could grab hold of it and pull it back towards you with that gesture.

Hot anxiety flooded you, sending prickles along your skin, beads of sweat already appearing on your forehead as he got further and further away. Your shuddering breaths made you realize you were sobbing, and eventually you tripped over your own feet and fell back to the ground.

You made no effort to get back up and continue chasing though. He was bored of you. He no longer wanted you. He’d abandoned you. You whimpered, sitting up, suddenly aware of how wide the world was around you.

The cry of a bird in the distance made your head whip around, then suddenly, you were afraid of what was in front of you, so you looked back ahead. Despite how vast the surrounding area was, your world was quickly crumbling until it was only you, in this small patch of unkempt road, looking around frantically at the idea of something or someone coming to get you.

And it was all exacerbated. Strade wasn’t here. He wasn’t there for you to focus on, to let you know that no matter how much it hurt now, it would end and you could sit next to him with a glass of water and let him drape an arm around you. The sobs wracking your body in this state made you feel like you were about to fall off the planet and into the sky. You pushed yourself back as best you could until you were on the grass, and you clung to it with all your might as if it would prevent such a thing from happening.

Saliva, Snot and tears were coating your face as you began to scream into the cooling early evening air. No one was around. No one could hear you. You were alone.

You stayed there for what felt like hours, but realistically was probably only 15 minutes, occasionally letting out a scream as you sobbed into your hands. There truly was nothing left for you.

You barely heard a car pull back up behind you, not sparing them a glance. Whoever it was, they could leave you here. The door opened, and you expected a concerned stranger's voice to reach out to you. Asking if you were okay, if you needed help. Nothing came though. Just the low grumble of the engine. Hesitantly, you looked back, not registering him for a moment.

Strade was back, his driver side door open, looking at you… almost innocently. A small smile on his face, an eyebrow cocked. You swallowed, staring back at him, suddenly self conscious of how dirty you probably looked.

Then he opened his arms, a gesture of welcome. Your mind went blank as you stumbled to your feet, and partially dove, partially fell into that strong embrace, burying your face into his shoulder, inhaling deeply. You no longer felt lost, you were no longer afraid. Your rock was here.

“Just kidding.” he said, a small chuckle on his lips. “You are my Schatz, after all.”

“Never do that again.” you could barely force your voice above a croaking whisper, your throat raw from your sobs and screams. He rubbed your back carefully, now laughing without holding back.

“Oh? You didn’t like that?...” You shook your head in response, tightening your grip on him. You both remained like that for a while, letting the sun continue to set in the distance.

“...Come on, Liebling. Let's go home.” You remained gripped to him, as he carefully maneuvered you, opening his back door, and laying you down on the back seat.

“You can rest there until we get back.” You lifted your head into his hand as he patted your head.

“...Thank you…” You managed, as he closed the door and got back into the driver's seat. He turned on the radio, not too loud, and put his foot on the gas, picking up speed.

“Chin up, Perle. I called Ren and asked him to make your favorite.” He grumbled amicably. You gave a soft groan, letting yourself relax as you let your head lay down again. You noticed in the cup holder a bottle of water, and reached for it.

You were fairly certain you had just gotten a glimpse of a fate worse than death.

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 5: On a Knife Edge (Knife Kink)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin

Tags: Knives, edgeplay, hair pulling, dom/sub, fearplay

Word Count: 2.1k

The Masterlist

You sat anxiously on the edge of Spy’s bed. His room was much fancier than you had expected, and certainly more organized than the private quarters of any of the other mercenaries. Spy had probably made efforts to make it look even nicer than usual for tonight. After all, the two of you had planned this well. It figured that he would take time to make the environment just perfect,

Across from you, at the other side of the room, stood Spy, holding the blade you would be using, still secure in its sheath of fine leather. He removed it from its confines with his back turned to you, not yet giving you the honor of seeing its fine craftsmanship. He ran a handkerchief over the length of the tool, making sure it was clean and sterile before finally turning back to you and finally allowing you to gaze upon it. You flushed at the sight of the sharp edge, gleaming and ready to be used.

The knife was ordered especially for this occasion, just a few days after you had first told Spy what you wanted to try out. It was a smooth, black dagger with a silver edge that glinted in the dim light of the room. The handle was just as finely crafted as the blade itself, with minuscule engravings and tiny details that you could admire for hours. You eyed the sharp edge hungrily as Spy turned it over in his hands, taking his time to admire it as well before finally meeting your gaze.

“Shall we begin, mademoiselle?” He asked, as if your blushing face and lust filled gaze weren’t enough to indicate that you were more than ready.

“Absolutely,” you said breathily. You were practically drooling, and Spy hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Bonne. Stand up,” he said, beckoning you forward with the knife. It was a gesture that made you shiver with anticipation, and you obeyed him immediately.

Spy paced around you, looking you up and down as if sizing you up. The tension was palpable and it only became stronger the longer he stared at you like this. Time seemed to go by far too slowly, but you remained patient. Spy was fulfilling one of your greatest fantasies, after all. The least you could do was let him have his fun too.

“Strip for me.” Spy’s command was sudden and curt. “And make it quick, or I’ll have to cut those clothes off of you.”

You let out a shaky sigh, considering for a moment that you might actually want Spy to cut open your clothes. In the end, you decided to remove them yourself. You hadn’t exactly dressed for such an occasion, as you were rather fond of the clothing you were wearing. Perhaps next time you could plan ahead and buy some cheap garments for Spy to tear into.

Despite being told to strip quickly, you still made a bit of a show out of it, swaying your hips as you lowered your pants and underwear to the floor. You watched his reaction closely as you removed your top, and allowed yourself a sly grin when his gaze immediately lowered from your face to your chest, blatantly admiring your assets. You had half a mind to tease him for displaying such ungentlemanly behavior.

“Good. Now, on your knees, right here,” He continued, tapping his foot in front of him to show you exactly where he wanted you.

You obeyed immediately, looking up at him expectantly, and more importantly, at that promising knife he held in a vice grip. You had seen Spy’s skill with knives. To be specific, you had seen Spy’s skill when it came to killing with knives. It only made the thought that in a few moments those skilled hands would be sliding a knife across your skin even more arousing.

Spy admired you, looking down at your naked body, your posture displaying a willingness to serve, to be controlled. As you looked up at him, however, you noticed a flicker of hesitance in his eyes. His gaze softened and he placed a hand on your shoulder, kneeling down to look you in the eye. The leather glove against your now bare skin made you shiver.

“Do you remember our safe word?” He asked. You nodded, after all, the two of you had gone over it several times. It was one of Spy’s requirements for doing this, and you agreed that it would be a good precaution to have in place.

“Make sure of it. Say it, then we may start,” he said. You were very hesitant to do so, but you obeyed. You noticed Spy visibly shrink back at the sound of it, but he quickly regained his composure. Now confident that you would be safe, he looked all the more willing to bring you under his control.

“Well then, let us start,” he said. You watched eagerly as he unzipped his fly, displaying his erection in front of you, but you didn’t do anything yet. Instead you simply looked up at Spy, batting your eyelashes and playing dumb to what he obviously wanted you to do. The response you got was exactly what you were hoping for; the edge of the blade placed against your shoulder in warning.

Spy didn’t need to say a single word. The cold, sharp steel against your skin was the perfect form of instruction for you. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself, feeling him tremble slightly as you took him into your mouth.

As you began to move your head, Spy flipped the blade so that the dull edge was pressed against your skin, so as to not accidently cut you. He wasn’t shy about moaning, letting you know how well you were doing. You would have smirked if your mouth was not otherwise occupied. You moaned softly, knowing that it added a pleasant vibration for him. Your eyes watered as you tried to take him deeper than you were used to. You wanted to do a good job.

Spy suddenly reached down with his free hand, pulling you off his cock with a tug of your hair. You gasped at the rough treatment, looking up at him with a nervous smile on your face. He brandished the knife again, making sure you got a good long look. You couldn’t help but shrink back a little at the sight. It was a rather intimidating blade.

“You’re practically shaking. Does this scare you, chérie?” He asked, tugging your hair again in order to get you to stand up. Now up close, you could examine the blade even more thoroughly, admiring every curve and detail.

“Yes,” you responded, voice quivering and a euphoric grin spreading across your face despite the fact that you had just admitted that you were scared. Of course, that fear was just as enjoyable for you as any pleasure you may also receive. The adrenaline that coursed through your veins as Spy trailed the knife edge across your skin, teasing you with the possibility that he may draw blood, was just as intoxicating as it was frightening.

You almost whined when he drew back. Ironically, the lack of frigid metal against your skin left you feeling cold and neglected.

“On the bed, now,” Spy ordered, lust clouding his gaze. It made him all the more alluring, and you obeyed without question, kneeling in the center of the mattress and waiting for him to make his next move.

“So well behaved. Although, it’s almost a shame. I was hoping that I would need to slice those garments off your body earlier,” Spy mused as he looked you over. “Oh well.”

He seemed to consider you for another moment before removing his pants completely, which were already sliding down his hips from your previous efforts. You eyed his cock with a desperate, needy gaze. He was still just as hard as when you had taken him into your mouth, and you were more than willing to take him elsewhere.

And of course, there was also the matter of that knife. Shiny, black, and sharp as ever, just perfect to be pressed into your skin. Deep down, you knew Spy would never actually cut you, but in a headspace this immersive suspension of disbelief became quite the malleable thing. As you allowed yourself to drift deeper into that obedient, docile mindset, you also allowed yourself to enjoy that unique thrill, the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Spy might lose control and draw blood from your supple flesh.

He crawled onto the bed and moved behind you. You didn’t dare look back at him without permission. You kept your eyes forward, letting the tension build as he ran a gloved finger up your spine, making your whole body shiver and drawing an audible sigh from your lungs.

“Spy, please,” you gasped as he continued to tease you with ghost-like touches, all too gentle for your tastes. You longed for the sharp edge that you knew he could be using instead.

“I’ve got you, my love,” he whispered, the breath against your ear sending yet another shiver through you. You gasped as you felt Spy grab your waist firmly, pulling you backwards onto his lap, and positioning you over his cock. Finally, you glanced back at him, looking to him for permission. A short nod was all you needed, and you lowered yourself down onto him, already wet enough from all his previous teasing.

“Spy!” You moaned his name as you finally felt some relief from the arousal that had been building in your core. He thrust up into you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he did so with a firm grip on your torso.

“Yes darling, juste comme ça. Keep saying my name like that,” he said, his dominant tone melting away slightly as he let himself give into the pleasure more.

“Spy!”

“Again,” he demanded, his grip on you tightening as he adjusted his angle, letting him thrust up into an especially sensitive area.

“ Spy!” You practically screamed his name, both from the stimulation to your g-spot and in response to the sudden sensation of a cold edge pressed up against your throat. In the throes of your pleasure, you hadn’t noticed one of Spy’s hands leaving your waist in order to grab the knife.

Your breath hitched as you realized that at this angle, there was no way to tell which side of the knife Spy had pressed against your throat. For all you knew, it could be the sharp edge. Unlikely, perhaps, but still possible, and that possibility was all you needed for the adrenaline to start rushing again, increasing the pleasure that was already reaching a peak.

That sweet combination of fear and pleasure finally overwhelmed you, pushing you over the edge, all the while you remained hyper aware of that knife against your neck. That factor only increased the intensity of your orgasm.

Spy moaned as you writhed against him. When the knife finally dropped away from your throat you glanced behind you, watching him thrust into you frantically until he also reached his climax.

You collapsed onto the mattress, breathing fast as you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. Spy set the knife on a nightstand before shakily laying down next to you, just as blissed out as you were.

He ran his hands over your body, making you sigh. It was only when he tilted your chin upward that you realized what he was doing. He was examining you, making sure he hadn’t accidently cut you anywhere in all the excitement. It made you feel cared for, and the moment he was sure you were not hurt he wrapped you up in his arms. Once again you were pulled against his body, although this time it was far more gentle.

“You did well, my dear. That was quite enjoyable,” Spy said, running a hand through your hair.

“I’m glad you liked it.” You nestled your face into his chest, soothed by the warmth of his body against yours. “We should do it again sometime.”

“I would like that very much,” he said with a chuckle, running a hand over your hip and squeezing, making you gasp louder than you meant to. So, he still had the energy to tease you even after all this? Well, two could play that game.

“Next time, I might not be so well behaved,” you said, leaning up to whisper in his ear. You felt him shudder against you, clearly enticed by your words. “In fact, you might get a chance to cut my clothes off after all.”

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