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violet-1atte · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Four: Monsterfucking - Chan/Felix

Tags: Demon!Chan, summoning, demon summoning, abnormal genitalia, no lube, mild pain kink, dom/sub undertones, bottom!Felix, top!Chan, dom!Chan, mild fear play

I forgot to post this lmao

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This was a bad idea. Felix knew that very well. He wasn’t the brightest but he had a pretty good head on his shoulders. He was smart and he did well enough in school. He just wasn’t always the best at thinking logically, which he was told often. In this situation, he knew that logically, he probably shouldn’t be doing this. He just went against his better thinking.

Felix set the summoning book he had bought from some shady guy on the internet on his bed, open to the page he wanted. The book listed countless summoning spells and for all kinds of different entities, but Felix had one in particular in mind. An incubus. To put it lightly, Felix was desperate. He lived in a small, rural area and went to a small university and the prospects there were little to none. No one knew how to fuck him the way he wanted to be fucked and he was so sexually frustrated he could cry. His friend Jisung had offered a helping hand, as bros of course, but Jisung was far more submissive than Felix was and the exact opposite of what he needed. Of course, Jisung probably didn’t mean for him to take it literally when he said that at this point he should summon an incubus to come help him, but Felix took it that way.

He honestly didn’t fully believe it would work. If it didn’t work then no one had to know he had such a deep lapse in judgment and he could move on with his life, forever sexually frustrated. If it did work, he could possibly end up with the best fuck of his life and never be the same again. He could also end up accidentally selling his soul to the devil, but that was something for his future soul to worry about. And because of the parts of him that did not believe in this whole thing in the first place, he wasn’t all that worried. He really should have been more worried.

He took a deep breath, double checking that everything in his summoning circle was set up correctly. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, but he wasn’t backing out. He was going to do this.

Once he had everything set up, he picked up the book and began to read. The words sounded like gibberish and his voice wobbled as he spoke, sounding all too loud in the quiet room. His hands shook a little as his words echoed back to him, bouncing off the walls. The flames on the candles he had lit flickered and yet there was no wind. The closer he got to being done with the incantation, the more his heart raced and his stomach swooped with nervousness. He could feel something, something strong, like something was waiting for him behind an invisible wall that he was about to break.

As soon as he reached the end of the spell there was…nothing. His room was just as quiet as it had been before he started speaking. The candles had stopped flickering, leaving Felix to wonder if it was just his imagination.

He sighed and closed the book. “Bummer,” he muttered to himself. He knelt down to begin putting out the candles so that he could put everything away, but out of nowhere, a breeze swirled around him and blew all the candles out. He didn’t even have his window opened.

He shivered and swallowed thickly, slowly moving to stand up. Goosebumps rose all over his arms and he held his breath, waiting. Then, the floor began to shake. “Shit–” he gasped, reaching out for something to grab as he stumbled backwards. His light began to flicker and the air in the room started to heat up. He began to sweat and he couldn’t tell if it was from the fear or from the heat in the room. A disembodied laugh followed the heat and Felix’s breathing picked up. He shouldn’t have done this. He should have known it would be a bad idea, it would be dangerous. He hoped his mom and Jisung knew he loved them.

The laugh grew louder and Felix started backing up, preparing to run. Before he could move another muscle though, something invisible held him back and flames erupted from the middle of the circle he’d created. Tears sprung to his eyes as the flames grew higher, heating his skin. He was going to die.

He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, willing himself to be strong. If he didn’t think, it would all be over soon. The earth would be rid of his stupidity and he would hopefully make it to the afterlife. But then the scalding heat of the fire was gone, and the room was cool again.

But there was another presence.

Felix felt a warm hand on his cheek and what felt like claws scraping along his skin. His heart thundered loudly against his chest.

“Why do you look so scared, pretty? You did call for me, didn’t you?”

Felix exhaled shakily and slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he did, he let out a gasp. The creature was mere inches away from his face and he was all parts beautiful and terrifying. His eyes were an inky black and they bored into his soul, swallowing him up. Black curly hair fell across his forehead and two blood-red horns jutted out from the top of his head, bending and curling at the ends. They were long and sharp and could probably kill a man in an instant. Kill him.

Now that his eyes were open he could tell that what had felt like claws on his skin were claws. The skin on his hand went from a caramel tan to the same deep red that his horns were on his fingers which extended into sharp claws, like a lion’s. The creature was smiling at him too, and he had two sharp fangs that looked like they could tear into flesh like it was nothing. The mere sight sent chills of fear down Felix’s spine.

“I…uhm,” Felix attempted, gulping. “W-what–who are you?” His voice sounded oddly airy and high for how deep it normally was.

“You really summoned me without knowing that?” the creature asked, raising a condescending eyebrow at Felix. Felix’s hands clenched at his sides. “Well…I think it’s pretty obvious what I am. I’m a demon, if you haven’t guessed already,” he said, stroking Felix’s cheek with his clawed fingers. His stomach flipped, and it wasn’t from fear. “And I’ve been called many names over the centuries. But you can call me Chan.” His smile widened and Felix’s eyes were drawn to the dimples that formed on his cheeks, contrasting the rest of his terrifying appearance.

“Chan,” Felix repeated with a meek nod. “I–so–” Felix wondered if the creature–demon–knew why he had called him in the first place. Because despite the fear rattling his bones and the anxiety twisting his stomach into knots, Felix was still oddly drawn to him. He had gorgeous tan skin and a body that looked like it had been sculpted by the ancient Greeks and oh–Felix just realized he was entirely naked. “Do you–do you know why I–why I asked you here?”

Chan hummed, pulling back a bit as he thought. “No. Only you can know your intentions. So why do you want me here?” he asked, leaning in again. “Do you need revenge on someone? Protection? Was this just curiosity, maybe? Or foolishness.” He laughed and it twisted Felix’s insides deliciously. Oh he was so stupid. This was insane. He was insane.

“None of those things, actually,” he said. His voice still quivered but he felt a little more confident. “I–I was attempting to summon an–an incubus,” he said.

The demon’s eyebrows raised and his lips curved upwards into a smirk. “Oh…So that’s why.” He laughed again and shook his head. “Humans these days…so desperate we don’t even have to do any of the tempting.”

Felix bit back an embarrassing whimper at that and his cheeks heated up. A demon–a fucking demon–was calling him desperate. If a creature of sin was telling him he was desperate then it must be true. And Felix would be lying if he said that didn’t make hot waves of arousal pool in his belly.

He didn’t say anything as he watched Chan’s eyes roam over him, igniting his skin in flames hotter than the ones that had brought Chan there in the first place. “I was desperate,” he admitted, wetting his lips. “I couldn’t–I couldn’t find anyone who was good enough. I w-wasn’t satisfied,” he continued. “They were all too soft. Too gentle.”

“Hm,” Chan hummed. The hand that was on Felix’s cheek slid down to cup the side of his neck. Felix’s pulse raced against his fingers. “And that made you desperate enough to summon a demon?”

Felix swallowed and nodded quickly. Fuck it really did sound pathetic when it was said out loud.

Chan looked over again, his black eyes scanning over his figure. He looked up again to meet Felix’s eyes. “Are you scared? You were shaking when I arrived.”

He licked his lips. “Terrified,” he whispered.

The grin the demon offered in response sent blood rushing to Felix’s cock and his legs shook. “Good,” he said lowly. “I wouldn’t be doing my job right if you weren’t scared.” He caressed Felix’s pulse point with his thumb.

“And will you–” Felix took a deep breath to steady his voice. “Will you do what–what I summoned you for?”

“Well I’m not an incubus,” Chan said, pursing his lips afterwards. Felix’s heart sank and then he felt the genuine feelings of fear returning because if he wasn’t here for that then– “But I’m never against indulging. Especially with a human as pretty as you…”

Felix’s eyes widened. Chan smiled and put his other hand on Felix’s waist, digging his claws into his skin through his shirt. “You really should be one of the angels with how divine you look. Definitely not with a demon.”

“Well looks can be deceiving,” Felix said with a sweet smile. “I might look pretty and innocent, but I really just want to get fucked.” And somehow the fact that this demon looked like he could tear him to pieces and take his soul only made the desire burn hotter. “Please. I called you here. I want it.”

Chan’s eyes shifted in color slightly, a bit of a red glow burning underneath the black. It made Felix’s nerve endings tingle. “Are you sure you can handle that, pretty thing?” he asked.

Felix bit his bottom lip and smiled. “Absolutely,” he said, even though his stomach swooped like it did when he was on a fair ride. He had gotten this far, he might as well continue.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” He grinned, and before Felix could even muster a response, he was gripping his long hair and tilting his head back. Felix’s scalp stung and tears sprung to his eyes almost immediately but shit it felt good. He hadn’t even had time to process that sensation before the demon’s mouth was on his, immediately kissing him passionate and messy. Felix moaned and his lips parted, allowing Chan full access to his mouth. His tongue ran along his lips and dipped into his mouth, connecting with Felix’s tongue. His fangs scraped his bottom lip and it stung and he was pretty sure there would be blood, but that only added to the intensity of the kiss. He ravaged Felix’s mouth like no one had before, pulling low, needy moans out of him. The sounds of their lips sliding together filled the room and Felix’s own moans bounced around the walls, only muffled by the demon’s hot lips on his.

Eventually Chan did pull away and Felix gasped for air, his chest rising and falling. He wondered briefly if demons needed to breathe, but he didn’t have much time to ponder because suddenly Chan picked him up, the muscles in his arms bulging–and then he tossed him onto the bed. A gasp was punched out of Felix that turned into a moan and his cock twitched at the display of strength. If there were two things he loved they were muscles and manhandling.

The demon crawled over him on the bed, completely caging him in. He knew that he was completely at his mercy. And to anyone else, the sight of the ink-eyed, horned creature looming above them would be terrifying, but to Felix it was erotic. This creature was terrifying and he loved it.

“Humans are so fragile,” Chan said with a slight pout. “I’ll make sure not to totally break you though.” He gave Felix a cocky smirk and he wanted to cry. He wanted to beg yes, please, please break me, break me so that I can’t ever think of anything else, ruin me, but he held his tongue.

“Let’s get these off you. I want to see what you’re hiding under these silly garments.”

The demon didn’t even bother trying to pull Felix’s shirt over his head. He simply hooked his claws around the collar and tore it right off in one swift motion. Felix’s hips jerked and he outright moaned. “Fuck–I’ve always wanted someone to just tear my clothes off me,” he whimpered.

“It’s so sad that everyone else was too weak,” Chan responded. He settled for just tugging Felix’s sweatpants off, and he tossed them aside along with the remains of Felix’s shirt. Felix hadn’t been wearing any underwear, so once the pants were gone, he was completely naked. Chan licked his lips as he looked over Felix’s body and he put his hands on his chest. “Mm so pretty. Truly abnormally pretty for a human…you really could be an angel. I’m glad you’re not though.” he scraped his claws down Felix’s torso, over his nipples and down the ridges of his abdomen. “If you were an angel I couldn’t be doing this right now.”

“I’m glad I’m not then,” Felix said. “Now please fuck me, fuck me so hard it hurts.”

Chan grinned and his dimples did nothing to take away from how hungry and downright sinister his grin was. “Oh I intend to. But one thing first. Call me Master.”

Felix gulped and wet his lips. “Okay. Master.”

He chuckled softly and squeezed his side, his claws digging into his side. “Perfect.” He then moved between Felix’s knees and nudged them apart then brought two fingers to his lips. “Open.”

Felix opened his mouth dutifully and the demon slipped his two fingers inside. Felix let out a muffled moan as Chan pressed down on his tongue and slid his fingers back. He gagged when his claws touched the back of his tongue the sensation only served to make the sparks of arousal in his stomach turn into burning flames.

“Good boy,” Chan hummed, removing his fingers, a trail of spit connecting his fingertips. Felix stared ahead dazedly, his head already feeling fuzzy from the cocktail of emotions he’d felt in the last ten minutes and the feeling of his steadily hardening dick.

Chan grinned, fangs poking out over his plump bottom lip, and he slipped his fingers between Felix’s asscheeks. Felix shuddered as the tips of his fingers circled his hole and for a moment anxiety twisted in his gut because oh fuck the claws. The demon seemed to notice the change and he merely smiled, black and red eyes flickering. “Don’t worry, pretty human, it won’t hurt,” he promised. Felix watched as the claws on the demon’s fingers disappeared, retracting back as if he were a cat. It made a wave of relief wash over him and he spread his thighs.

“Please. Please open me up, master,” Felix whimpered, the pitch of his normally deep voice raising a few octaves.

“Impatient,” Chan hummed. He circled his hole for a second before pushing the first spit-slicked finger past his rim. Felix arched his back and let out a moan. Chan’s hands were hot, and with just one finger he felt like a volcano was erupting inside of him. Heat traveled up his stomach, through his chest, up his throat, and it burned deliciously.

“Ah ah–more,” Felix gasped, rolling his hips to pull Chan’s finger deeper. Despite the fact that he had only used spit for lube there was hardly any burn at all. Must be some sort of demon magic.

Chan leaned down and scraped his fangs across Felix’s thigh as he inserted a second finger and began to scissor the tight ring of muscle. Felix shuddered at the feeling, the feeling of the possible threat–the demon, so much stronger than him, sharp teeth tickling his soft, sensitive skin. He felt lightheaded from it all.

A litany of moans filled the air as Chan scissored his fingers in and out of him and when he pressed them against his prostate, he cried out. The heat of his skin made the touch so much more intense and he wanted more, more. “M-master, master, please,” Felix begged.

“Such a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” Chan asked with a condescending coo. Felix licked his lips and looked up at the demon through hazy eyes.

“Ye-yes,” he hiccupped. “‘M just desperate. Desperate to get fucked, master, please.”

Sinful was definitely the correct way to describe this scene. Felix’s freckled skin was flushed all over and his cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. And he was begging a demon to fuck him and fill him up.

“Fuck, I want to break you,” the demon groaned. He leaned between Felix’s spread thighs and opened his mouth and for a second Felix thought he was going to take his cock in his mouth, but instead he stuck his tongue out and let a drop of saliva fall down his crack. Felix moaned low in his throat at that and clutched the sheets.

“Sh-shit,” he swore, hole clenching around Chan’s fingers.

Chan smirked as he removed his fingers, only to use them to collect the saliva and push them back in with a third added to the mix. He began to fuck them in and out of him, rubbing against his prostate in a way that had him arching off the bed and moaning obscenely. It was probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Fuck.

The demon’s tongue and teeth mapped out his body as he fingered him. Bite marks and dark purple bruises littered his skin like a painting. Some of them hurt, some stung, but it was so good. With every new bite Felix’s reddened cock twitched against his stomach. Chan was merciless with his touches. The sensations overwhelmed Felix’s senses, making his head spin and his limbs tingle. But he needed more. ‘S enough, can take it now, I can,” he whimpered as Chan pressed a fourth finger into his twitching hole.

“Well I am quite eager to fuck you, angel,” Chan said with a smirk. Felix laughed dazedly at the irony of the nickname. There was nothing angelic about any of this, like the demon had already said earlier.

Chan removed his fingers, leaving Felix’s hole gaping and clenching around nothing. He brought his hand to his own cock and the movement drew Felix’s eyes to it. And then he gasped.

“Oh–fuck,” he muttered. He didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before. Not only was his cock huge, it was covered in rows of rough ridges and bumps, unlike any cock Felix had ever seen. Then again, Chan wasn’t just some man. He was a demon. A monster. Fuck. “That’s–”

“Oh?” Chan asked, tilting his head teasingly. “Does it scare you, pretty?” He gave his cock a few slow tugs and Felix gulped, shaking his head.

“N-no, master,” he breathed. If anything, it made him even more eager. Shit, those bumps would drag along his walls and rub against his prostate and it would feel so good. So good.

“Good,” the demon hummed. He jerked his cock a few more times before releasing it and suddenly he grabbed Felix by the hips and flipped him over in one motion. Felix let out a gasp followed by a whimper, unbelievably turned on by the simple action.

“Nghh–master.”

“Shush, pretty. Or I won’t fuck you at all,” Chan growled. He gripped Felix’s hips and pulled him back so that he was on his knees with his chest pressed to the mattress. His claws were back and they dug into the sensitive skin of his hips.

Felix swallowed thickly and a groan rumbled in his chest when he felt the tip of Chan’s dick press against his hole. He nearly opened his mouth to ask for more but then Chan was pushing inside him. His mouth fell open and a loud moan was punched out of him as Chan pushed himself all the way in. The ridges of his thick cock caught on his rim and pushed against his walls but it didn't hurt, it felt good.

"F-fuck, master, please move," he gasped pathetically.

Chan's grip on his hips tightened and he began moving, giving Felix no time to adjust. He fucked him animalistically, his hips smacking against Felix's ass so hard he knew it would bruise in the morning. The bumps on his cock brushed against his prostate with every thrust and Felix's eyes rolled back. Heat furled in his stomach and he could already feel himself getting close pathetically fast.

"Hnn–ah, aahhh–f-fuck m-master, m-more, hard–nghhh–harder!" he whined, arching his back more for the demon to fuck him deeper. It felt like he could feel him in his guts.

Chan picked up his thrusts, ramming into him so hard it punched the air out of him. "That good enough for ya, huh?" He gritted, digging his claws harder into Felix's hips. He didn't even sound breathless.

"Yes, yes! Aahh," Felix moaned. Drool ran down his chin as he lost all care for how he acted, so close already.

Chan continued fucking him just like that, pushing into him deep and hard, filling him up and stretching his walls better than anyone ever had before. His cock ached as it bounced against his stomach with each thrust, precum dripping down it. Each thrust had him twitching. It was too much, but exactly what he had been needing.

"I'm almost–I'm gonna–" Felix sputtered after a few minutes, barely able to form coherent sentences. Chan pounded into him at an unnatural pace, one that left him reeling. He could never be fucked by someone else again.

"Come for me then, pretty. Make a sinful little mess of yourself," Chan groaned.

And just like that, Feliz was coming with a long drawn out moan, covering his stomach in cum. Chan continued fucking him through his orgasm, the drag of his cock making Felix tingle with overstimulation. He let him continue though, and after another moment he was filling him up with his cum, letting out a low growl as he did.

Felix barely registered anything after that. One moment he was awake, being filled to the brim, the next he was out. And when he woke again, the demon was gone. The only evidence being the countless bite marks, hickeys, and scratches on his skin.

It almost seemed like a dream. And Felix wondered if that would be the end of everything. But as he was moving around and getting ready for the day, a brush of an invisible hand on his shoulder and a familiar disembodied chuckle told him that wouldn't be the last he'd see of the demon.

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man-o-lore · 1 month

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I've been playing World of Horror a lot lately

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silvrash-797 · 3 months

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Thanks to @webhead3345 for the idea!

Echoes of the past (pt 1)

Febuwhump Day 4+7: Obedience/suffering in silence

Part 2

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The newly dubbed Legend sat at the edge of the camp, watching anyone with a knight’s title or wearing armor or chainmail warily. Warriors, Time, Wild, Sky, Twilight…over half the group, he couldn’t bring himself to trust them. Sure, the knights of his time weren’t actively chasing him anymore, but nothing could change the fact that they had, and now the sound of chainmail triggered about a dozen fight or flight responses.

Speaking of…Legend flinched as the Hero of Warriors approached, shoving the memories of rattling chainmail, gleaming weapons, I’m just a kid I didn’t do anything wrong I swear to the side.

“You okay, Legend?” Warriors asked, face apparently full of concern, though why a knight would be concerned for him he couldn’t fathom.

“Fine,” he muttered, trying not to curl into himself. Make yourself small, hide, they’ll go away pounded through his head, but he was the Hero of Legend, the Veteran of the hero business (an average nobody, his little rabbit-heart whispered traitorously). He’d been at this for nearly a decade so why is this still an issue? Stand up straight, face your fears, they’re heroes just like you. Don’t let them know you’re suffering, you’ll never hear the end of it.

The knight touched his shoulder and Legend jerked back violently, subduing a hiss at the last moment.

Warriors froze, hand half extended. “Vet, are you sure you’re okay –”

“I said I’m fine, Captain,” Legend sneered, putting as much acid in his voice as he could manage. “I just don’t like being touched, okay?”

Warriors withdrew his hands, raising them placatingly. “Okay, Vet. I understand,” he gave a charming smile. “I’m just trying to help us all come together better so we can take on whatever called us here.”

Warriors tilted his head, eyes suddenly filled with some emotion Legend couldn’t be bothered to place. “You’d…tell us, if something was wrong, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just leave me alone, okay?”

The Captain's eyes narrowed – was that sincere worry? – and he frowned a bit, but relented, turning and leaving Legend with his knight-free safety bubble at last.

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A few weeks later, Legend was sleeping peacefully when someone roughly shook his shoulder. He groaned, slitting his eyes just a bit to see who was bothering him in the middle of the night, it’s not even his night for watch, so why…

Firelight glinted off a metal pauldron; Legend's heart nearly stopped with fright.

The figure shook him again. “Vet, come on, we need to go!” The Captain’s voice was urgent but collected.

Legend shoved Warriors’ hand from his shoulder, groaning again as he sat up. “Captain, it is the middle of the goddess-forsaken night,” he snapped, “What in Din's name is so urgent it can’t wait for morning?!”

“Twilight just returned from patrol with Wolfie. They found a horde of infected monsters, moving this way fast. We’re splitting up camp to catch them in a pincer movement.”

Legend grumbled, but started gearing up. “Who's in which group?”

“I have the most experience with hordes like this, so I’ll be taking a small group to deal the worst of the damage to the monsters,” Wars explained. “You have the most versatile arsenal while Sky's our best swordsman, so you two will be with me. Time and Twilight will help coordinate the others.”

Legend froze in the act of adjusting his belt, blood rushing from his head and fingers turning numb. Me. Alone with knights that I still don’t trust. Against a horde of infected monsters? The mere thought filled him with such panic he was afraid he’d faint.

Legend forced himself to move again, attempting to wrangle his nerves into submission, pushing past the knot in his throat to plead for a different arrangement. “Rulie has just as much versatility with his magic as I do with my items – why don’t I go with the others and you take him instead?”

The only knight in the other group was Wild, and he didn’t remember much about it. He could work past his fear of Time's armor and Twilight’s chainmail if it meant fewer trained knights to keep an eye on.

Warriors shook his head, and Legend’s hope fell. “He needs to stay with the others in case one of them gets hurt. They don’t have as much experience with large groups of monsters as we do; it has to be the three of us.”

Warriors stood, and the percussive rattling of his armor set Legend’s nerves on fire. “Let’s go,” he was using his Captain voice, the one that brooked no argument and all but demanded total obedience.

Legend hated that voice.

Resigned to his fate, Legend shoved his fears into a box deep in the confines of his mind before following Warriors and Sky into battle.

#SilvrAsh writes #febuwhump #day 4 #day 7 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #tw panic mention #gotta love diving into the alttp soldier angst #especially since that the game I'm currently playing #that little rattle that sounds when the soldiers notice link scares me every time #now Legend gets to feel that same fear ;)#will be continued on day 6

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silhouettecrow · 2 months

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please please please please please

I can't be the only one who listened to the new episode of The Magnus Protocol and thought of this bitch:

#hello meet needles from fear and hunger 2 if you havent had the horror of meeting this guy before #literally the entire time the emergency service calls were playing i could only picture this guy talking #cos he IS needles like thats his name too and he functionally does the same thing (excluding the hugging/cuddling)#so i cant help but feel like todays ep was a bit of a reference or just a massive coincidence #either way i am unnerved #the magnus protocol #tmagp #fear and hunger #fear and hunger 2 #fear and hunger termina #needles tmagp #needles fear and hunger #clown #tw clowns #cw clowns #tmagp spoilers

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oh-katsuki · 7 months

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callie baby do u have any spare thoughts on our lord and saviour satoru gojo on this fine Thursday?

AALI! im late getting to this bc i had friends in town but HI i love u <3

lately i have been plagued thinking about doing a test of courage with satoru. the two of you decide to slip into an abandoned building one weekend, along with the rest of your friends. you creep through the creepy old building with him beside you, trailing behind the rest of the group and holding a shitty flashlight that hardly provides any light.

you can feel the adrenaline creeping into your bloodstream with every unfamiliar sound, n satoru deliberately makes sudden noises when he walks to watch the way you jump out of your skin. the whole thing just freaks you out. you've never been one for these types of things, truthfully. it was shoko's idea in the first place, you just tagged along because satoru had asked you to come.

at some point, when the group has rounded a corner in front of you and disappeared from sight, you ask satoru a question to help quell your nerves. when he doesn't answer, you whip around to realize that he's no longer beside you and you're alone in this dark, somewhat disgusting hallway.

you peer at every piece of dust covered debris, shining the light on piles of rubble and trash that look suspicious in the dark. the light shakes slightly as you call out to him, the voices of the rest of your friends receding deeper into the building as you leave them behind. you take careful steps, like the floor will give out under you.

"satoru?" you call. "come on! this isn't funny!"

no response. your voice echoes eerily through the empty hallway.

"please just come out," you say again, trying to sound brave. "I really don't like this!"

no response again, but there is a shuffle from a dark corner ahead and to the left. a small indent in the wall that leads to a door that's been rusted shut. the light in your hand dies out as if on cue and you call again for satoru, creeping toward the sound.

"is that you, satoru?" you squeak out, trying your best to make out any figures waiting for you in the nook.

then, there's a stomp and a figure closes the foot of distance between you and the corner, pulling you into it with two strong hands on your shoulders. you squeal, startled out of your skin as you're pushed against the wall.

in front of you, you can make out the white glow of satoru's hair and his distinctive laugh bubbles up from in front of you. you hit him in the chest with a light slap.

"you fucking asshole," you exhale, calming down. "you scared me. don't do that shit again."

"aw, but it was so fun," he says lightly.

"not for me," you huff.

satoru doesn't respond and with the adrenaline still in your limbs, you tremble slightly. you can tell that he's looking out you, barely able to make out his features in the dark. it distorts his smile, makes him look uncanny and creepy. you shift a little as he keeps you pinned against the wall, barely an inch between the two of you. his breath fans across your face.

"satoru?"

he says nothing, just looks at you with what you think is his signature smile. fear bubbles in your chest again.

"you're scaring me," you say again.

you feel his knee press between your legs, resting against the warmth of your core.

"say something."

your breath comes quickly, heart pounding in your chest because in this light, satoru looks like he's barely human. you can make out only the slight impression of his face, the whites of his eyes and teeth standing out the most. he looks like he's hungry. his knee adds pressure to your core.

"satoru," your voice comes out small.

he leans in close to you, his breath fanning out against your face. then, he moves his head quickly so that his mouth is on your neck and you squeak out in surprise. his teeth graze your skin and you're sure that he can feel your quick pulse against his lips.

"you're too easy," he mutters into your neck, dragging his mouth against your neck until he reaches your lips.

superficial fear pounds in your throat and you hardly have a moment to collect yourself before he's putting his mouth to yours and taking you by the hips, holding you against the pressure of his knee. you exhale shakily against him and kiss him back, letting his tongue snake its way into your mouth in the dark. your hands find their way into his hair and you move your hips slightly over his knee. satoru lets out a hungry, shaky sigh.

you can still vaguely hear the excited squeals of your friends from where they've wandered far away from the both of you. quietly, you make out haibara asking where the two of you have gone, but you pay it absolutely no mind. you're a little busy.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#hi aali my beloved <333 #I FEEL OUT OF MY MIND ABOUT THIS IM SO SICK #ive literally been thinking of this NONSTOP since miss bachibabe spoke to me about it #it's been PLAGUING MY MIND #she said that satoru looks at you and says 'who's satoru?' LIKE HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?????#tw: fear play #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ]

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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fear.

My first attempt at a drabble/short fic, a NSFW one at that. Definitely not perfect, but I hope you guys will enjoy it.

Summary: You’ve broken the thin ice you treaded on. What will Sephiroth do this time?

Word Count: 422

Pairing: Darling/7R Sephiroth. Darling is AFAB.

Content Warnings: nsfw, non-con/implied non-con (depends on your interpretation really), psychological/emotional abuse, fear play, some physical abuse.

You were firmly fixed to your spot, like the earth itself, as Sephiroth strolled towards you. You should run, you should fight, you should SCREAM. But nevertheless, nothing was done. Doe-eyed, you peered at him. His lips curved into a vast, sadistic grin as he pinned you to the floor. Your eyes ventured everywhere, anywhere, safe for your gaze to linger on. Anywhere but him. But you couldn’t ignore the silver tresses draped over your face, nor the animosity and lust in his blue, serpentine eyes. They commanded your focus to them, no matter what you felt. You regretted standing your ground. This could’ve been avoided. No, you just had to defy him. Your pupils widened when his large, gloved palm came into sight. It’s larger than your entire neck. Is this some sort of threat, you wondered?

With an eerie gentleness, he enveloped his gloved palm around your neck, his thumb positioned dead center as he caressed the delicate, smooth muscle. Despite your immense dread, your sex quivered with each stroke of his thumb. You recognize this is not just a threat, but a guarantee of what’s in store with your persistent resistance. His other hand brushed your face, his eyes glowed with... a peculiar fondness? He’s always been so difficult to understand. You could never prepare yourself for his erratic behavior. He edged his hand down your figure afterward, taking special care to stimulate and tug your sensitive nipples. Your clit hardened by the second from the agonizing tease.

It was hard enough to not whimper under his touch, but when he finally reached for your sex, you let out a quiet mewl. As he traced his fingers around your wetness, you felt his hold on your neck slowly tighten. He wasn’t choking you, yet. How long will you sustain this act? Maybe you should’ve answered to his demands earlier. Your cunt became increasingly wet as he traced your slit. The mind and body couldn't agree on what you wanted. Your body should be revulsed from his touch, but it craved more from him. Perhaps this is what you desired?

You grimaced. The rigidness in your body loosened as his assault continued. This may be another of his ploys, designed for you to yield... Your lips uttered a faint moan as he halted the tracing of your slit. His index finger and thumb held your clit in place as he leaned into your ear.

“Let me hear you wail.”

After those few words, you yielded. You finally learned your place.

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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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