Concept dump !!! colt fathom is so interesting to me because he's absolutely fucking horrible but he also was lowkey living through a horror movie so i kinda get it
anyway how much wood can you remove from pinocchio before he stops moving
Fuck, Mingi couldn’t get enough of your sweet thighs. He couldn’t be buried inside as he had to be back onstage soon. But your thighs, fuck, they felt so good. They squeezed his cock so tightly he felt like he was gonna cum.
Warnings: captivity, torture, forced to watch, potential mcd, unclear character status (choose your ending folks or make a request)
"Does it hurt?" Whumpee asked, their voice breathless. Their face was pale, their eyes fever bright.
"What?" Caretaker asked as they stroked Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee lay with their head in Caretaker's lap. Caretaker had tried to make Whumpee as comfortable as possible. Caretaker tried to ignore how pale Whumpee's skin had gotten. How ragged their breathing had become. How still they were becoming.
Whumpee blinked sluggishly. "Dying."
Oh. Caretaker swallowed around the lump in their throat. Even though they did everything they could to break free, they had failed. Had failed and Whumpee paid the price. "No, I imagine it's like going to sleep."
"Th-Th-Th-That's ggggggooooood-d-d-d," Whumpee said as they slow blinked once more. "I'mmmmmm v'ryyyy t-t-t-iredddddd."
"I know you're tired," Caretaker replied, no longer able to keep from crying. "But I need you to stay awake a bit longer."
"C-C-C-C-Can'ttttttttt." Whumpee took a long, slow blink, their breath stuttering.
"Please. Stay awake for me, Whumpee. The team is almost here." Whumpee just needed to hold on a bit longer. Help was on the way. More help than Caretaker had been able to give. "Please, just stay awake. Stay awake with me, Whumpee."
"TTTTTTTTry'gggggg," Whumpee said as their eyes fluttered closed once more. "'m s'ry," Whumpee exhaled.
"I'm sorry, too," Caretaker sobbed as they watched Whumpee's eyes close once more. "I'm sorry, too."