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borrowing-at-midnight · 3 months

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You Look Like Hell

You knew better than to leave the walls and go outside in the winter. Despite being hotter than balls the rest of the year, Texas managed to get surprisingly freezing during the couple months it takes a break from acting like one giant oven. When you’d felt how cold it was, you should've turned back. But no, of course not. You just had to get what you wanted. It could've waited, the repairs you wanted to work on weren't urgent, but you're stubborn so of course you didn't wait. Now, you were paying the price.

Over the past five days, it's been getting harder and harder to breathe. It’s not your chest that hurts, thankfully, but your throat and head are killing you. You can't stop coughing. You wish you could, but every time you inhale, your throat dries up and forces you into another coughing fit. The few lozenges that were stashed away for this occasion had been used up the first day and a half of this torture.

You don't know what to do anymore. You can't get to sleep, everything hurts, there's no more supplies for this.

You need Schlatt.

Usually, you avoid asking Schlatt for help. It's not that you don't get along with him, quite the opposite. He leaves things out on the counter for you, you take them, and both of you pretend it doesn't happen. He'll never say it, but he enjoys having you around. If he didn't, you doubt he would’ve offered to bring you with him when he moved south. You'd gotten too accustomed to his extra help back in New York to decline that proposition.

When you eventually force yourself to get out of your bed and make the journey to the kitchen, you try to use the old memories of you and Schlatt to distract you on the way.

You hug your blanket around yourself tightly, too miserable to care about it dragging behind you. Twenty grueling minutes later, you can see the light pouring into the wall’s tunnel. You sigh, sending yourself into another coughing fit, before dredging along the last short distance left. Hobbling out onto the counter, you hear the fridge close and Schlatt scoff, clearly catching sight of you.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?”

You would've laughed if it wouldn't induce more coughing. “Snow.” Apparently speaking hurts as well.

“Snow, huh? That clearly worked out well for you. Nice going.”

As your eyes adjust to the light, you see him looming over you. His hands are planted a foot away on either side, arms leading up, up, up to his face which is nearly straight above you. To save the energy, you carefully slump onto your back and wrap your blanket around you. “Are you gonna help or not?” You croak.

Schlatt’s lips curl into a sly grin. “Not with that attitude. Can't a man get some appreciation around here?” Despite his words, he's already moving away from you and begun digging through the medicine cabinet.

Gratefully, you accept a freshly shattered lozenge, immediately popping a piece into your mouth for a little bit of sweet relief.

“You look like hell, have you had any DayQuil today?”

You flop your head side to side. “Ran out yesterday. Didn't have any NyQuil to begin with.”

Schlatt sighs as he leans down to carefully measure a miniscule amount of medicine into a thimble. “You know, you should use my help more often. I don't like the thought of you going without essentials.” He places the thimble down next to you, then turns to the fridge and pulls out some orange juice.

“Aw, does Schlatt care for the itsy bitsy-” Your sentence is interrupted by a coughing fit due to your attempt at sitting up.

“Get fucked.” Schlatt chuckles as he pours a shot glass of juice and sets it beside the thimble, which he nudges closer to you. He leans on the counter, arms crossed. “I'm just saying. I don't get why you insist on taking care of yourself. It's gotta be dangerous, right?”

You take the thimble and take a big gulp of it, setting it aside quickly so you can chase it with the OJ. “Of course it's dangerous, but I've been doing this my whole life. I just… I know how busy you are. You don't gotta worry about me, big man.”

“I'd worry about you less if you weren't on your own.” He mumbles.

“I'll tell you what. I'll stay out here until I'm better, and then we'll see about me hanging out out here more often.”

Schlatt tries to suppress his smile from taking over his face, but the way his eyes light up betrays his cool demeanor. “Alright, it's a deal. C'mon, I'll get you set up in my room.”

He stands up to his full height, a movement that you doubt you'll ever get used to, as it sends shivers down your spine. His massive hand settles next to you. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you drape your blanket over you like a cape, push yourself to your feet, and waddle your way over to his open palm. You don't have to look up to know there's a smirk plastered on Schlatt’s face as you sit cross legged in the center of his hand.

“Ready?”

“Never am.”

Schlatt chuckles and curls his thumb into his palm to give you a bit more security, then lifts his hand up to his chest and starts walking. “You know I'd never drop you.” This close to his chest, his words rumble around you. It's… surprisingly comforting.

“First time we met you covered me with a red solo cup.” You joke, a smile growing on your face. “I don't know jack shit when it comes to you.”

“Hey, that was years ago. I didn't know what you were.”

“You could've at least used an empty cup.”

“It wasn't even that much! I wasted my Kool-aid on you, and I had to clean it up after. I feel like I’m definitely the one who’s been wronged here.” He snickers as he enters his bedroom and reaches into his closet to pull out a long empty shoe box.

“So sorry for making you dump your drink on me, I'll do better next time.” You roll your eyes.

Schlatt drops the box onto his bed, then suddenly pinches you between his thumb and index finger in order to lift you and place you on his pillow. Your heart drops to your feet and you gasp. You don't usually mind, as it makes things quicker, but he enjoys catching you off guard with it as much as he can. As expected, he's trying to suppress a grin.

“Douchebag.”

As if on cue, he’s already pulled a box cutter from his bedside drawer and clicks it open, pointing it at you first. “Watch your mouth, bitch.” He grins and grabs the shoebox, sinking the blade into the side of it. You watch curiously as he works.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds before he turns the box to show you what seems to be a you-sized doorway carved into the side. He looks proud. “So that the cats can't get to you.”

You smile sleepily. “Good thinking… thank you.”

“Alright, let's get you some rest, huh?” Schlatt takes a moment to look around the room for something to use as bedding, and spots a clean washcloth. He grabs it, folds it in half twice, and opens the shoebox to place it in the corner before turning to scoop you up from his pillow. “I swear I'll work on a better setup, but it'll do for now, eh?” He allows you to scoot off of his hand on your own this time.

When you lay down on the cloth, you can't help but notice how this is already far better than your matchbox setup inside the walls, padded with tissue that you did your best to replace once a month. It must be evident on your face, because Schlatt chuckles and places the lid back on the box.

“I'll take that as a yes.” His voice may be muffled by the box, but it's still all enveloping. “If you want the lid off during the night I can keep the cats out of the room, but only because you're sick. Don't start thinkin’ you're above Jambo, pipsqueak.”

“I would never.” You're already drifting off, sprawled out across the soft, plush cloth.

You can hear him smiling as he speaks, walking out of the room. “Sweet dreams, idiot.”

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beansthough · 1 year

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Ch.5 {The Things you Hide can Come Out and Bite.}

Cw/Tw: vore, safe vore, fearplay, violence, alcohol mention, fear of death, angst.

The cool wind whipped Wilbur’s face as he ran. His breathing was harsh and rapid. He felt the ground shake behind him but that only gave him motivation to run faster.

He could only hope that the forest’s underbrush hid him well enough. He needed all the cover he could get.

His lungs ached . His legs started to tire. He couldn’t do this. He needed to breath.

He came to a stop under a large toadstool. He panted with his hands on his knees.

His ears perked up at the forest around him suddenly grew quiet. It was as if even the wind was afraid to blow.

Wilbur held his breath as time seemed to stop around him.

“Wilbur...”A sinister voice called out. Taunting.

It took all the mouse’s will to not run. He scanned the area. There.

A small opening under a tree. It looked to be an abandoned den of a rabbit. It could work.

“I can smell you.” The beast hissed with a delighted tone.

He had to time it just right. He could make it. He just had to wait.

Hot breath washed over his back.

Now.

Wilbur sprung into action speeding away. A large gust of air and the sound of claws clapping together behind him helped his legs move faster.

At the very last second he slid into the den, quickly scrambling to the very back. Wilbur held his breath as he listened to the complaints of the beast outside.

“That’s not fair Wilbur! I found you fair and square!” Wilbur looked once more at the surroundings in the den. It appears he miss judged how deep it went, he could only hope that the opening was to slim for the predator outside to reach in.

Wilbur let out a startled squeak as long claws began to dig their way in. Wilbur pressed himself into the dirt wall behind him as far as he could. The hand pushed through the dirt and roots, but still struggled to reach him.

Wilbur felt like his heart was going the explode at the feeling of a clawed finger barley grazing his chest.

To Wilbur’s relief the hand retracted with a frustrated groan and the mouse could breath once more.

It was short lived and Wilbur panicked at the sight of the end of a long red tail poking through the entrance. How could he forget to take that into account?

The tail shot right towards him, wrapping around and holding him tight. Wilbur struggled in the coils, but he could do nothing but except his fate. The beast had won and Wilbur was nothing but—

“OW! Tommy too tight!” The tail immediately loosened and the was brought to his naga’s sheepish and apologetic face.

“Sorry Wilbur, I didn’t want you to get away.” The snake was instantly checking him over for any injuries. “Trust me Tommy, I doubt you would’ve lost me for long if I did get away. But you need to get more carful with your strength.” Wilbur lectured the boy.

“I know Will. I’m trying.” Tommy whined and rubbed his charmer on his scaled cheek. Wilbur let out a laugh and swatted at Tommy’s face.

Wilbur had decided the best way for Tommy to practice his hunting skills and to relieve some of his hybrid instincts was to basically play an advanced game of hide and seek with tag mixed in. Wilbur was of course playing the role of the poor prey that Tommy would hunt down.

Wilbur’s hybrid instincts didn’t really enjoy the idea of being hunted, but Wilbur actually kinda did. It gave him a rush of adrenaline he never knew he needed. It also made him happy to be able to help Tommy in a way that the young naga thought was fun.

Not to mention it helped him with his own survival skills. He had gotten pretty good at his running, but there is definitely more room for improvement.

Tommy set him back on the ground and slithered down on his belly. Wilbur took a deep breath and took in his surroundings. This was an unknown area to him, but he trusted Tommy to be able to get them back.

They had traveled far from the village and the surrounding woods to do this certain activity. It let Wilbur have peace of mind that he and Tommy wouldn’t be seen by anyone at the village and cause a mass panic. He also really didn’t want to run into one of the guard’s scouting teams. That would be really bad.

They couldn’t be too far out. He also wasn’t feeling too tired out.

“Toms, you wanna go for one more round?” Wilbur suggested.

Tommy’s eyes lit up with glee. “Of course Wilbur! I’ll count! Go hide!” Tommy’s clawed hands covered his eyes and he started to count to 100. Wilbur took off in a sprint, a laugh bubbling out of his lips as he ran.

He couldn’t outrun Tommy. He had learned that on many occasions of their game. No, he had to find a good place to hide that was easy for him to make a quick escape if needed.

A great bush laid ahead of Wilbur. That would be a great starting point to hide.

Wilbur stumbled through the small thicket. He paused to examine his surroundings. He appeared to be standing on the closed opening to an old mine shaft.

Wilbur took a step back to get off of the rickety door. A great creak came from the rotted wood, Wilbur turned to run but the floor beneath gave way.

He let out a scream as he fell into the darkness below. He shouldn’t of been so reckless. Wilbur teansed as he waited for his body to slam into the rocky cave floor.

Wilbur gasped as his fall came to an end, and he bounced up and down until the surface was calm again.

Wilbur paled as he realized what caught him. He was in a web. A big one at that, and by the looks of it, the web was still fresh.

Wilbur dared not to move a muscle. A sick feeling got caught in his throat while he pictured the horrifying 8 legged abomination that was hidden in the darkness.

He had to get out of here. He was already fighting his instincts to not struggle in the web. Tommy had to find him. It couldn’t be long. He knew Tommy followed his scent.

Suddenly, there was a small twitch in the web. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t him.

“TOMMY!” Wilbur shouted at the top of his lungs. He could only hope that the naga could hear him.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” A guff voice spoke from the darkness. The heavy accented voice reverberated around Wilbur’s small form still hanging in the web.

A giant hairy clawed leg extended from the void before Wilbur and lifted up the mouse’s chin.

“I haven’t seen one of you little guys in a while.” Wilbur’s breath caught in his throat as the leg traveled down his chest, it’s fur catching in this yellow sweater.

“And you know what? I don’t think I’ve smelled something so delicious in a long time.” The gruff voice turned into a crazed malicious laugh. Wilbur began frantically struggling in the web.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there Mousy.” Eight giant red eyes emerged from the dark, along with a wicked smile. “I’ll help you out.”

The legs plucked him with ease out of the web and carried him to be dangled over his captor’s face.

A Drider. It’s a Drider. How does he keep ending up in these situations?!

“LET ME GO!” Wilbur shouted with all his might, clawing at the hooks of the leg that were holding him.

The wicked creature laughed and looked at Wilbur with delight.

“You can’t go just yet! The fun’s just started puny.” The strong smell of alcohol hit Wilbur’s nose as the Drider’s humid breath covered him.

Wilbur screamed as he gazed down at horror below. A large gaping maw await Wilbur’s form below, the spider’s leg swung him back and forth over the deadly cavern.

Wilbur shouted every inslut and curse he new at the monster before him as the Spider slowly started to lower him down laughing all the way.

Suddenly, with a loud crash, light poured into the cave. The spider hissed and shielded his eyes from the sun’s harsh beams. The Drider scurried back into the dark and hissed.

A deadly growl came from the entrance of the mine, and there in all his terrifying glory was Tommy.

“TOMMY! I’M HERE!” Wilbur screamed holding his hands out towards his little brother.

“Give him to me.” The beast raged. “Now.”

The Drider hissed in anger at the naga before him.

“Listen here Kid, You can’t just bust into my house and break my door! And over What?”

Wilbur was suddly jerked forward to be displayed before Tommy.

“This?” The Drider let out a harsh laugh. “This isn’t even a snack.”

Tommy growled with rage and rushed forward, his claws ready to strike. The Drider had enough sense to look a little alarmed.

“Woah kid... I don’t want any trouble.” The spider dodged, climbing to the roof of the mine.

Tommy only growled more, clawing up at the air above. “He’s mine.”

Wilbur heart dropped in his chest. He’d never seen Tommy like this before. He was different.

“Look, the name’s Schlatt. I just think we all need to calm—” Tommy shot from the ground like a spring. It didn’t take a fool to see he was striking.

He latched onto one of schlatt’s legs, sinking his sharp teeth in, and not letting go. The spider fell from the ceiling with the added weight screaming in pain.

They landed in a pile on the floor. Wilbur being held safely over head. The Drider wacked the feral naga with his free legs until he let go.

“ALRIGHT ALREADY! TAKE HIM!” Schlatt flung Wilbur into Tommy’s grasp.

Wilbur’s body shook with relief when suddenly he was raised upwards. “Tommy thank the gods you found me! I thought I was done for, I—” The only warning he got was the deadly sharp teeth that filled his vision.

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Wilbur had never felt fear like this before. He laid frozen, unable to move or fight against his world ending around him.

And wasn’t his world ending?

It was as if he was stuck in slow motion. Watching Tommy.... no watching the Naga before him part his jaws open wide.

Yes... His world is ending.

It’s betrayal that stings the most. Not the icy cold fear of death that freezes you still. It’s the bonding, the caring, the trust. It’s the little brother he created. It’s all of those things being ripped away that makes Wilbur’s world end.

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The mouse hit the snake’s tongue, and Wilbur snapped back to reality.

“TOMMY PLEASE!”

It was a cry so desperate.

The Naga sealed it’s lips. Wilbur screamed.

The long forked tongue traveled over Wilbur’s small form. The mouse fought against the slimy muscle with all his might, doing everything in his power to prevent his fate.

This couldn’t be happening. He thought... he thought that Tommy actually cared... Cared about him?

The tongue beneath him lifted, and he felt his world began to tilt back.

Oh no...

Wilbur could only sob as he slid back into the beast throat. He couldn’t believe this.

Was every moment he spent with Tommy an act? Was it nothing more than a cruel joke?

Yes, he supposed... It was just a child playing with it’s food.

He desperately called for his Tommy to come back to him, to spit him out, but it was all in vain.

With once solid gulp Wilbur began to slide down to his doom. He gasped for air as the walls around him pressed tight.

After what felt like eternity, the poor mouse plopped down into a warm fleshy cavern.

Of course he wouldn’t have the mercy of a quick death. Instead he would burn away slowly in the belly of the beast.

But it wasn’t really a beast. It was his Tommy. Tommy who he had come and stayed with everyday, who he shared his most top secret songs with, who he shared his troubles with, and who he spent many fun filled days with.

Tommy, who he had started to see as family.

A little brother.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see the being around him as a monster. It was his Tommy.

He was suddenly thrown back into a side of the stomach and then forwards again. Wilbur pulled his ears down flat at the sound of a near deafening growl. He could barely hear the sound of someone yelling outside. Possibly the Drider upset over losing an easy target. He was tossed around a few more seconds before he could finally get his bearings.

Wilbur fell to the soft pink ground with a broken sob. Defeated and exhausted, he curled up into a ball and lay in wait of his doom.

He closed his eyes tight and thought of what a fool he had been. What would his father and brother think happened to them? Would they face a similar fate? What of his friends? Wilbur could only hope for their safety and wellbeing.

It seemed that Wilbur has been stuck waiting in the stomach forever. It was as if he was cursed to an eternal limbo were time just seemed to drag on and on. Then the cavern started to shake.

Wilbur squeaked as the fleshy walls suddenly vibrated around him. His heart threatened to stop altogether when he realized it was from a sound he was all to familiar with.

Tommy was purring.

White hot rage burned in Wilbur like a match to dry plains. Of course the snake was enjoying himself.

Wilbur leapt to his feet and took a running start. He raised his leg back and slammed it forward into the was in front of him.

The world doubled over.

“Wilbur?!” A pained voice cried out.

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Tommy had never felt fear like this before. There have been times that have come close to this, but right now Tommy is more than terrified. Tommy is enraged.

That’s his brother.

He had felt fear of his caretaker’s judgement when he didn’t preform the best in fights. He had felt fear when the older hybrids made a plan to escape XD. He had felt fear when the poachers came.

But that was mostly fear for his own well being. Tommy knows he’s Selfish, he use to be told everyday.

This fear was stronger. This fear was for Wilbur. For his charmer. Watching him dangle in the grasp of a Drider.

Tommy’s instincts over took him in a blind rage. He would make this Drider pay. Wilbur was his.

The next few moments were a blur. He knew the Drider was angry at him for breaking into it’s territory, but Tommy could only focus on the terrified form of his brother in the spider’s hand.

Tommy’s mind could only supply him to protect his brother. To keep him in the safest place Tommy had. He just had to get him back first.

The Drider shoved Wilbur before him, cackling at some sick joke.

Tommy couldn’t take it anymore. He lunged forward. He did his best to claw at the spindly creature, but it evaded his grasp.

It was on the ceiling now. Babbling away in a nervous drunken daze. It appeared that it was trying to keep the peace, but it was far to late for that.

Tommy coiled up and struck into the air. His fangs sunk deep into the flesh of a leg. He felt himself dangle in the air for a few moments before gravity took over.

They hit the floor and Tommy didn’t let go. He wrapped his tail around the Drider as best he could, stray legs smacking into him. Wilbur was held high out of his reach. It was at this moment he realized that the Drider was more the size of an average human. Tommy was actually a little bit bigger.

The Drider screamed surrender and Tommy’s reflexes went into action. A small weight was in his hand.

It was Wilbur. His charmer. His big brother.

He would protect him. He would keep him safe. He would tuck him away and hold him close.

Wilbur would be safest within him.

In a split second his small mouse was tucked away. Now he could focus on the bigger problem in front of him.

The alcoholic arachnid.

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Schlatt currently has his hurt leg curled up protectively under his abdomen.

“Y-you seriously just did that?” The he coughed out. “I was just joking around!”

The naga let out a protective growl, obviously far to lost in his instincts to respond or to even comprehend what he was saying.

Schlatt looked down to his hurt leg, the bite was obviously not venomous, but even if it was he’d probably be immune to it anyways. It would heal in time.

He let out a long sigh. This is what he gets for trying to have a little fun. He should’ve known from experience he shouldn’t mess around with the smaller hybrids.

After all, his Pumpkin Spice was nothing more than a bitter memory now.

“Listen kid, just get outta here. I get it. I crossed a line.” Schlatt looked down to the kid’s middle.

The kid might’ve just crossed a line too.

The naga child hissed and slithered out of his cave. Schlatt let out a frustrated groan at the sunlight that still poured from the entrance.

He really didn’t have good luck when it came to interacting with literally anyone.

Gods, he needed a drink.

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Tommy started to come back to himself sitting under a tree. He was back in the clearing were he and Wilbur regularly meet.

The naga still was a little dazed from his instincts taking over full force, but as the young boy came back to himself he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.

He new one thing was for sure though. He had never been more content than in this moment. It was as if something that was missing from himself had finally made its way home. He couldn’t help let out a happy purr.

A sharp pain suddenly spiked his middle,causing him to double over in pain.

Horror flashed across his face and Tommy suddenly remembered that little thing he was forgetting. The past events of the day flashed through his mind in a blurry mess. Dread filled his heart as he felt his world coming to an end.

“Wilbur?!”

It was strained with pain, both physically and emotionally.

Tommy instantly became hyper aware of the small weight inside his storage. Shame filled his whole being as he had to fight down his purring even more as he realized just where Wilbur was.

“Tommy how could you?! I trusted you! I thought you said you wouldn’t hurt me!” The mouse sobbed pitiful and full of woe.

Tommy’s heat shattered into millions of little pieces. “No Wilbur I-!” He tried to explain.

“Was it all just some cruel joke?! Was I nothing more than a game for you?!” Wilbur weeped. “I thought... I thought you cared about me Tommy...”

“I cared about you...”

It was so full of hurt. So desperate. It was betrayal. If shards remained of Tommy’s heart they were nothing but dust now.

“I even began to think of you as my little brother.” Wilbur laughed something broken and wet. “Can you believe that?”

Tommy couldn’t take it anymore. It felt as if his very soul was ripped from his chest.

“I do care about you Wilbur! You’re my big brother!” Tommy cried tears poring down his face, he pressed a hand on his middle where Wilbur resided.

Wilbur remained silent for a moment, then he returned with the rage of the strongest storm.

“THEN WHY DID YOU EAT ME?!”

Wilbur broke into another fit of sobbed and Tommy desperately tried to explain.

“Wilbur I promise you safe! Please! I’ll let you out and you can go! You never have to see me again!” Tommy cried ugly and desperate for his brother.

His middle grew quiet again as Wilbur processed the words he was just told. Tommy felt himself starting to grow sick with grief.

“What do you mean I’m safe?” It was a quiet question and said as if Wilbur already knew the answer. Tommy replied anyways sobbing all the way.

“It’s my- It’s called my storage Wil... I promise you’re safe in there....” The Naga whimpered. “I- My instincts took over and I-...”

“I didn’t mean to, Wilby...”

It was now Tommy’s turn to cry. He ruined everything. He had hurt his brother. And now he’d never see Wilbur again, all because he couldn’t control himself.

“I- Can you let me out Tommy?” It was gentle and calm, but Tommy could still pick up on the desperation around the edges of Wilbur’s voice.

Tommy realized that he really didn’t want to let Wilbur out. Because then it would solidify the fact that Wilbur would leave and never come back. Tommy was so selfish.

Then he heard Wilbur let out a short little cry again, and Tommy knew he couldn’t hurt his brother anymore.

Tommy focused hard on the small form in his middle and sucked his stomach in. Then he followed Wil’s small frame up up up in his mind.

The next thing he knew the mouse hybrid was back in his mouth. He tried not to linger on the taste. He parted this teeth and gently deposited Wilbur in his cupped hands.

He looked down in his hands to see the soaked hybrid. His hair was going this way and that and his clothes all in disarray.

Tommy then met Wilbur’s eyes and couldn’t help but break down all over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to!Please don’t go Wil, please...” Tommy wept.

Wilbur’s eyes didn’t hold any hate or anger, only exhaustion and sadness. This was still his Tommy.

“I’m not gonna leave you Tommy...” Wilbur patted the palm he was in. “You just scared me. Really, really, badly at that, but I promise I’m not gonna leave you.”

Tommy whimpered and sat Wilbur on the soft ground. It seemed as though the boy was stuck in his own head. “Please don’t go, please. I can’t lose you. I would never hurt you.”

Wilbur sighed. He was mentally drained. He couldn’t even begin to try to process what he just went through. What Tommy went through. But he knew when someone needed comfort, even if they scared him half to death. Wilbur would definitely have nightmares.

“Come here Toms.” It was quiet and soft spoken in the twilight of the forest. His father and twin are probably wondering were he is, but right now he needs to be here for Tommy. Wilbur knew a panic attack when he saw one.

Tommy brought his head down to Wilbur on the forest floor. “I’m sorry Wilbur.” It was a desperate cry. Snot and tears ran down the naga’s face. “Oh Toms...”

Wilbur did his best to wipe the giant child’s cheeks. “I’m right here. I promise I’m not going.” Tommy nodded into him. “I forgive you Tommy. You did what you had to do.” Tommy sniffled and held Wilbur close.

Tommy had probably saved his life. He should have known Tommy to have protective instincts like this, but he grew blind in a mix of fear and betrayal. He should have known Tommy would try to hide instincts from Wilbur that might scare him.

“I don’t forgive me.” The naga mumbled into the dirt. Wilbur frowned at that. “Well you should. Instincts are no joke to deal with and I know you’ve been suppressing them around me.” Tommy shrunk into himself and Wilbur let out a long sigh.

Wilbur would make sure there were no more secrets between them. He wanted Tommy to be comfortable enough to tell him about anything, not just instincts. He wanted Tommy to be comfortable with himself.

“It’s gonna be hard. It will be for both of us, but Tommy I want to help you the best way I can. I don’t want you to be ashamed of who you are.” Wilbur pet Tommy’s golden hair.

“It’s gonna take some work and honestly some exposure therapy,” Wilbur laughed, his own instincts always protesting against anything predatory. “but I’m gonna help you satisfy your instincts and help you to learn how to control them when you need to.” Wilbur leaned into Tommy’s face.

“Okay?” Wilbur asked.

“Alright...” Tommy replied.

They basked in each other’s silence a moment more. The night had over taken the forest. Stars shined brightly overhead.

“And Tommy?” Wilbur added. “I’m sorry about all those mean things I said.” Tommy sniffled once more. “I was just very afraid. I wasn’t thinking right.”

“It’s alright Wilbur...”

Wilbur would be sleeping here Tonight. His father and brother would worry, but he couldn’t find it in his will to leave Tommy alone. He was hurting and honestly so was Wilbur. Tommy needed him, and Wilbur needed Tommy.

“Let’s go to bed Toms. Come on.” Tommy shook his head and gently held Wilbur in his grip as he started to climb up into the trees. He found a sturdy branch and wrapped himself around it. Tommy laid Wilbur on his chest and rested his back on the trunk of the tree. They closed their tired eyes and fell into a gentle dreamless sleep.

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x-pair-o-dice-x · 2 years

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yoooo,,, i have been making some g/t art,, so like. since i’ve got nothing else to share rn, why not just dump a couple on this blog to feed you guys for a bit?

there’s two different aus that have been rotating in my head for the past few weeks — first two doodles are for one au(which i’ve been working on a fic for! who knows when i’ll finish it tho findkdndkdnd),,, and the rest are for the other!

neither have names yet,, i’ll need to come up with something sometime soon,, didiodjdod.

feel free to send in some asks if y’all are interested in learning more! might not answer much about the first au, since i am trying to make a fic for it, but i have a lot of plans for the second one! (now whether i’ll actually act on them is another story)

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quotemenevervore · 2 years

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I’m gonna release part four here shortly, but before I do I wanted to dive a little more into Quackity’s character for the au:

When he was in Schlatt’s cabinet, the Ram hybrid made it very clear that he did not want to see any kind of instinctual behaviors or hybrid traits from him or any other cabinet members. Fundy almost went into complete hiding due to it, but Tubbo and Quackity got the worst of it.

Tubbo in return simply stopped hiding his traits. There was no point, because it seemed like Schlatt was getting onto him for every little thing anyway. He simply stopped caring, especially after the festival. Everyone began to know him as Schlatt’s child who ran off when everything started going downhill, since he stopped hiding his own ram hybrid traits.

Quackity dealt with the full force of it in public and behind closed doors, and after a certain point completely started hiding anything that revealed him as a hybrid. Most people started thinking he was a normal human, except for the ones who knew him before that point. When his instincts do hit, thanks to that time, they hit hard.

If he starts panicking, his instincts start screaming that something is coming to hurt him and anyone he’s with and that he needs to get them out of there safely and asap. Even if he’s in a domestic setting, with no real danger anywhere near, he slips into an instinctual panic if he starts getting really bad anxiety.

He has not come clean to his fiancés or friends about what he dealt with in Schlatt’s cabinet, but after the next part his fiancés may get an inkling of an idea of it.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #shrunken manhunt #abuse tw #I’m not immune to dadschlatt or villain schlatt #unfortunately those two make a bad combo in this au #I will dive more into the bench trio and sbi for the au after I get caught up on the one shots I’ve got going rn

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krabmeat · 1 year

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going back to sleep hoping my blorbos make it to round 4 of mcyt tumblr sexyman polls will not be saying who im going for

#krabs kommunicating #its schlatt and quackity its very predictable #also charlie and wilbur but i doubt wilbur is gonna win and schlatt is on his last fucki g breath right about now #so either let charlie win or PLEAAASE PUT QUACKITY AND WILBUR AGAINST EACH OTHER LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE THE TNTDUO FANART

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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 2 years

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i am REALLY sorry if i ask too much but what if dreams biological parents was puffy and schlatt :> (tiny mer!au)

Oh, that would be pretty sad, because in this au Dream's biological parents died.

It would be sad that Puffy and Schlatt were the parents because they got a brutal death by a barracuda

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw death mention #tiny!puffy #tiny!schlatt #tiny!dream #tiny mer!au

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frickfrackiwastakingabath · 2 years

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Okay Eret Niki Fundy backstory time since I need to write other things

Eret is a borrower who was caught by a human named Foolish. In exchange for being able to keep living in the walls without disturbance, Foolish wants to practice his clerical magic that would require a humanoid on Eret.

So Eret can telepathically communicate and his blood is poisonous. Foolish was actually pretty respectable and humane towards him, until his high priest found out.

This high priest is XD and caught Foolish experimenting on Eret without his permission. So XD took him from Foolish to decipher what enchantments the borrower had on and interrogate to see where he could get more borrowers to enchant. So Eret now is caged in XD's priest quarters or something.

Coincidentally, that's where two other borrowers live.

Nikiand Fundy see this shit so they rescue Eret and all run away. It takes a few years of living out in the woods NEAR the cabin until they finally decide its okay to move into the cabin.

Before this, Niki and Fundy lived in the walls of the mayor's mansion, Mayor Schlatt. They were found and captured, treated like pets and "trained" to be like little dolls. With the help of Schlatts secretary, they escaped and moved into XD's quarters because it's pretty far away from city hall.

That's pretty much it, I just wanted to get this down a) before I forgot and b) for a bit of context

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tiny!eret #tiny!niki #tiny!fundy #giant!foolish #giant!schlatt #crime accessory au

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data-expunged-0 · 1 year

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Spirit Au

Okay so I'm gonna list a few main concepts and lore bits for this au

Spirits are essentially assistant gods/goddesses, helping the actual gods/goddesses do their thing.

For example, Kristin would be the Goddess of Death, and Philza would be the Spirit of Death, Techno would be the God of War while Dream would be the Spirit of War, and so on and so forth.

(also I was going to put a bit where Schlatt was the god of alcohol and Quackity was the spirit of alcohol and that led to me doing copious amounts of research on his dsmp character to see whether or not he had any history of drinking alcohol)

The Gods themselves tend to be Giants, Spirits tend to be Minigiants, and most mortals tend to be about human-sized.

I will take suggestions from asks for this au (mention lil wayne and I will beat you to death with a fish)

#mcyt g/t #mcyt au #giant!kristin #minigiant!phil #giant!schlatt #minigiant!quackity #giant!techno #minigiant!dream #Spirit Au

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pnkq · 8 months

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Spamton will now explain Schlatt Coin

Only the finest form of currency out there! YOU [Little Sponge] can buy a Schlatt coin for a small price of twenty [KroMER]. What is that YOU [Little Sponge] ask? benefits? why of course there are benefits! it's just like buying a Supreme shirt. It's to show that YOU [Little Sponge] have [KroMER].

#schlatt #schlatt coin #spamton g spamton #spamton #spamton funny #funny kromer guy

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cyncerity · 1 month

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i mentioned i was updating the Epic AU cast, so before I start talking about plot again, here’s everything I changed!

Im officially changing the main characters of this au from Tommy and Wil to Tommy and Techno because i love bedrock bros and i don’t think i’ve done an au with them as the center yet lol

idk if i’m gonna edit the first chapter i posted for this fic and just repost it or not, but from now on when you read the previous posts for this au just read “Wilbur” as Techno and everything should be good (also for old asks i’ll be answering that mention Wilbur, im going to answer them as if they said Techno and not mention it further in those posts)

If you know this au, however, you might be thinking “Hey Cyn, isn’t Techno already in this au as Phil’s right hand man and royal guard?” and to that I say; yeah you’re right. So i’ve decided to recast that role as Schlatt!

i have some new characters and short stories for this au coming up soon and hopefully i can start to lay out a bit more of the lore!! After all, there’s still an entire species I teased over a year ago that I still wanna talk about >:)

#cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #cyn art #epic au #g/t #g/t art #g/t au #t!techno #t!technoblade #t!schlatt #t!jschlatt

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borrowing-at-midnight · 3 months

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Four years of my life has been spent simping over Schlatt and now that I've finally gone and made a fic with just him I'm gonna go bury my skull in the dirt o7

#yeah im a simp: sniper money #i really wanna expand on that fic though i have a lot of ideas #g/t #gt #borrowers #giant/tiny #giant tiny #jschlatt #schlatt #gt writing #g/t writing

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slvtforfiction · 2 months

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NSFW Alphabet

☆ Schlatt X Reader

☆ Smut

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

A = Aftercare

(what they're like after sex)

Schlatt is caring and yet again he does try but mainly just cleans you up and then cuddled you to sleep after.

He loves taunting you about your pleasure before giving you great aftercare and showing that he does care and he meant none of the taunts and teasing.

B = Body part

(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He loves your hip dips,he can't explain why he just thinks there so sexy.

You love his mutton chops for obvious reasons,especially when you can feel them when he presses into you.

C = Cum

(anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves making a mess just to humiliate you before having to clean up.

You could be absolutely wrecked and he would still light heartedly degrade you and taunt you because he knows secretly you love it.

D = Dirty secret

(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's jacked off to you whilst you were in the other room with Ted.

He once got a boner from you showing him your new dresses that you bought.

E = Experience

(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He knows exactly what he's doing,he didn't when you first had sex with him because it was his first time but you showed him and he learned quickly.

F = Favorite position

(this goes without saying)

He loves simple missionary but with your legs around his shoulders because he loves getting that bit deeper to hit a part of you that makes him so close to bottoming out that your pleasure is the only thing you can be reminded of.

G = Goofy

(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's more goofy because he doesn't want there to be a serious tension in the room because he hates it,instead he cracks jokes or makes you moan so loud he doesn't even need to say anything.

H = Hair

(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He tends to keep trimmed but rarely shaved because he knows you don't mind as much just as he doesn't mind your hair down there.

I = Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's very romantic during it but sometimes he can act like your just a hook up and toy before treating you with the best aftercare you will ever receive,acting as if your a princess.

J = Jack off

(masturbation headcanon)

He can be very horny so if you're not around he can sometimes send you photos of his hand wrapped around himself.

If he's not around and your horny and you for some reason tell him he will ask for videos.

K = Kink

(one or more of their kinks)

He loves praise and worship to give to you but he hates being praised because it makes him feels insecure.

He also loves to degrade you whilst praising you e.g "my pretty little slut."

He likes e-sex if he's away and can't get to you so he can still here your moans of pleasure and watch as you fuck yourself blind imagining him.

L = Location

(favourite places to do the do)

He's a simple man and prefers the bed but if that isn't possible this man will do it anywhere.

If he's horny and you are there he doesn't care where he gets off as long as it's inside of you.

He doesn't care who sees or hears you because he knows at the end of the day he loves you and will make it obvious to everyone.

M = Motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you in big v necks and especially if your in one of his jumpers and just your panties,even better if you have nothing on underneath.

N = No

(something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He refuses to do anything piss related,not that you asked,he just made it so extremely clear every time you were having sex and you feel the same.

O = Oral

(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving because he loves feeling your thighs clamp shut around his head because of how much pleasure your getting and it's all from him.

He will then tease you about it later before giving you great aftercare.

P = Pace

(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood,if you've been teasing him all day it's slow and sensual because he knows you need it but he wants to drag it out.

If it's angry sex after a fight etc. he fucks you into next week with no remorse and smiles as your eyes glass over from the pleasure and as your voice dies out because you've lost it from screaming.

Q = Quickie

(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers the full experience and would prefer to tease but if your about to stream or he's about to stream he would definitely prefer a quickie and if it is a quickie he would prefer to give you head and eat you out rather than put his dick in you and the same goes for if you give him a quickie,he would prefer you to give him head.

If he does go the full mile for a quickie by sticking his dick inside of you instead then depending on who wants the quickie it would be more prioritised.

If you wanted the quickie he'd make sure you cum and get himself off a different way,and the same goes for you,if he wanted the quickie then you'd make sure he cums and then you would get yourself off a different by masturbating whilst he streams etc.

R = Risk

(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves risk and loves letting you know even more.

He thinks that one day if he ever gets walked in on whilst fucking you it would make great taunting material and a great way to show the person that your his and how good he makes you feel.

S = Stamina

(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man can fuck you so far into oblivion that you've forgotten how many rounds you've done,how many times you've cum and how many times he has.

You sometimes wonder how he does it,you once asked him how he does it and he pecked your lips before whispering "Because you are so damn attractive."

T = Toys

(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They love to fuck you with multiple toys so he can play with taunting phrases (e.g "God such a slut for me." , "Is this how I make you feel baby? You eyes rolling back so far into your head you go blind?"

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease)

They love teasing you but hate you teasing back,for example he once teased you by walking past you with all of your friends around during a video and whispering in your ear, "God I'm going to fuck you so hard later." Before landing a slap on your ass without the camera seeing,and he did in fact fuck you into oblivion that night.

But once you did reply yourself in your flustered state you whispered back to him "Yeah sure,but I'm guaranteeing that you can't make me cum." After that sentence he made you cum 10x that's night to prove that he could indeed make you cum.

V = Volume

(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn't make much noise unless he's joking or releasing small grunts and obviously acknowledging the whimpers falling from your mouth with taunts,teases and degrades.

W = Wild card

(a random headcanon for the character)

He's fucked you infront of Ted before,he walked in whilst you were riding him in his chair hiding the secret fuck under your skirt that now laid across both of your exposed laps,the second Ted entered you went limp and stopped moving moving your head to his shoulder whilst schlatt kept his hands on the small of your back,both of you pulling off the lie that you were asleep in his lap whilst he still secretly stayed inside of you.

X = X-ray

(let's see what's going on under those clothes)

8 inches almost 9 when he is hard,he knows you can barely take him as it is and it makes him so horny at just the thought.

Despite the baggy T-shirts he wears etc,he's pretty buff

Y = Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is a tiny bit above average about 3-4 days a week is their usual sex drive because they are a horny guy but they also just like to have the emotional infancy of sex when they aren't being rough.

Z = Zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He definitely makes sure your both cleaned up and comfortable and then will fall asleep whether it's before you do or not.

He tried to stay awake but he can't for long,and as long as your comfortable,clean and happy his mind is at ease.

#Spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #schlatt x reader #schlatt #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt

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