This blog will contain NSFW material meant for an 18+ audience. This is not a RP blog! The purpose of this blog is for me to have a place where I will keep all my wordsmithings. This includes fanfics, headcannons, imagines, and writer memes. I will also occasionally post writing resources and help, quotes, and images i find inspiring.
Tags: dom/sub, daddy dom play, fear play, throat holding, voyeurism, video recording, violence, slashers, stalking, dubious consent, supernatural themes,
Pairing: Jason/Reader, Ghostface
[Authors Note: I meant to write this for the F13th in Feb but I have been dealing with hospitalization and writer's block. I am still so sorry it took this long to add to this. I love horror and the slashers are my faves. I just don’t publish much with them because I like to write dark stories and this is much more light hearted and fun. I kinda like Jason being a tiny bit of a himbo that grows into a daddy just because his dick has decided it is in charge now, not the voices. Please enjoy.]
AO3: Full Story
“...more…”
That word hung in the air, the only sound in the room for a few moments aside from your heavy breathing as oxygen returned to your brain. You were still a little loopy from the deprivation and maybe that was why you were making rash decisions. Despite everything, this man was a dangerous stranger who was demanding more from you. Instead of fear, lust had washed over you. Maybe it wasn’t just the oxygen deprivation that was motivating you.
Having something that large, that male, just thrust into your throat with abandon had done something to you. You could feel the heat between your legs. The way you were throbbing with a need you had never experienced before. You were positive you could feel yourself dripping with arousal. Your thighs squeezed together just to feel something. You were nodding before you even knew what you were doing. Reaching for him.
His machete clattered to the floor as he reached out and began to stroke her head and hair. Her reaching for him, even though she looked like she was in pain. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, and it made him warm inside in ways he still couldn’t understand. Her reaching for him, it switched on something inside of him and he had stopped caring whether he understood these new feelings, he just liked how everything felt. It was so different from his other experiences and he craved more.
Moving onto the bed she weighed nothing to him as he pulled her into his lap, cradling her, petting her and rocking. A low raspy hum in his throat as he tried to make soothing noises like his momma made for him when he was little. His voice didn’t work right, but he could sometimes make sounds if he really needed to. His only goal was to comfort the sad girl. He would take care of her like his momma took care of him. Did this mean he was a daddy now? It had to, he was her protector, so that made sense to him, as much as anything really made sense to him. When the voice wasn’t telling him what to do, he was kind of on his own and it got weird and confusing sometimes.
His cock was still out as he held her in his lap and he could feel warmth and wetness against him. It caused more feelings to course through him, but more than that, he had a strong need. He didn’t know what he needed, but he felt like he would go mad if he didn’t get it. The noises in his throat became more desperate. He had no idea how to get what he needed, he knew he just needed more of what she had given him. More of the intense good feelings that made his whole body shake. Nothing had ever felt like that for him and he was becoming desperate.
As much as speaking hurt, as much as he hated to make any sound. He knew she couldn’t hear his thoughts. He was her protector, that much she seemed to have grasped. This was different. He needed more of what she had given him and if he was her new Daddy, then he knew he had to ask nicely. He had to be polite, or she might be scared. He was never scared of his mommy, but she wasn’t him and this was all new. His mind did its best to make sense of a situation that was just too far from his normal for him to do it on his own.
“Please.. More…”
It was such a gargled sound. Almost like it had come from underwater. His voice was so strange and the only reason you could think of is that he just never spoke, but why did it kind of sound like he was drowning? There was a desperation in his voice and you knew what he was asking for even if it was clear he didn’t. It was obvious that this man had no sexual experience, based on everything that had happened and how he was behaving. It was a little exciting to be the one with the knowledge, but you also knew that this man was still dangerous. He easily could have killed you before, even accidentally so you had to be careful.
In a quiet, somewhat raspy voice of your own, you spoke. “Yes, I can give you more.” You replied quietly, still afraid to talk too much.
It was clear that while he wanted more, he didn’t seem to know what more was, as all he did was hold you in his lap and pet your hair, but didn’t make a move to do anything further. Not that he was holding you so tight you couldn't move, but the way he was looming, even in a sitting position, made it clear you were not going anywhere any time soon. You had no choice but to work with what you were given, or more correctly the position you were in.
“Let me help, ok?” You spoke softly, looking up at him, trying hard to read his face despite the mask getting in the way. Only this time you were able to get a clear look at at least one eye. It was shockingly beautiful and far more tender than you had expected. His eye was mostly blue with hints of green. They reminded you of the lake not far from the cabin. There was so much emotion in that one single eye that you were captivated. This wasn’t an angry mad man, this was a lost, desperate man, and he chose you. He chose to protect you, and now he just wanted the warmth of intimacy from you. Maybe it was the extended lack of oxygen to your brain that had you thinking these things, but part of you needed this.
There was something exhilarating about having such a large dangerous man looking to you for guidance. It was so distracting that the noise outside the window was lost and ignored. Nothing mattered now, just him, and making sure that you did everything you could to make this a pleasurable experience for him. You also understood that if you had at least a little control, you were less likely to be injured.
Since he didn’t seem like he wanted to relinquish his hold on you, you had to maneuver yourself so that your back was against his chest so you could see what you were doing. On the bed like this, with the light coming in, you got a better look. He was fully hard again and you could tell that he was uncut. Something you weren’t used to, but in the moment were not unbothered by. Your hand went to him, stroking in a way that would be familiar. The little huffs of breath he made when feeling pleasure were easier to hear now. Your own wetness was waiting and you realized that he would not be bothered if you were impatient.
Wiggling a little to lift yourself up, you guided him to your entrance and let gravity help push him into you. Pain was the first sensation. A stretch like you had never felt before. It wasn’t enough to make you stop, you knew it would get better, it had just been a while and even if it hadn’t, he was bigger than any man you had ever been with. His grunt was deep, almost a growl and it helped to excite you. Making it easier to take just a little more. Pushing yourself to take as much as you could, hoping that this was what he wanted.
Jason was beside himself and overwhelmed. At first when you spoke, he wasn’t sure what you were going to do. You seemed to understand what he needed and also seemed willing to give him that. He had to be doing something right if you were so willing. He was still confused when you kept wiggling and moving in his lap. It gave him a weird feeling but he allowed it mostly to see just what you would do.
Then he felt warmth that became heat. A soft wet heat that surrounded him and pulled him in. For a moment it was all he could focus on. Just how soft and tight around him it felt. It was too good to be wrong, too good to be anything other than right. He wanted to make sounds, but he just wasn’t made for it. Though grunts easily escaped him, he felt like he needed more, like he needed more sounds, more words, more warmth. It wasn’t enough and he found himself adjusting his position and pushing more into that warmth. He wanted all of it. He couldn’t understand why, he just knew this was what he needed and he needed more. It was even better than before somehow. Jason couldn’t understand how anything could be better than that, but somehow this was.
As good as this felt he was getting a little frustrated, the position didn’t let him move that much. Deciding since he was the one in charge, the protector, he had to fix it. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he moved to swing his legs over the side of the bed, while you remained in his lap. As that was the proper place for you. Now that his feet were on the floor he had leverage. Keeping you pulled tight against his chest, enjoying the warmth from your body against his. He was now able to thrust up into you. The thrusting made it better before, so it had to make this better too, and he was right. The sensation had his head thrown back as a gravely moan escaped him. It felt so good he couldn’t stop the noises, even though they hurt to make.
With this new leverage he could control how hard and fast he went. Keeping a tight grip, but not too tight. He held you. The last thing he wanted was to cause his new person pain. You were not mommy, but something better. You belonged to him, for him to protect, someone he could care for. It was all he ever wanted. A friend, someone he could care about, but you were more than just a friend, you were everything now. He had to make you understand that, had to show you that you were his and he would protect you always.
His thrusts were slow as he was still a little uncertain. His other hand went to stroke your face and head, showing you care, protecting you. He also needed to make sure you were ok. He moved that hand from your hair to hold your throat. Not tight, not squeezing, just holding. He could feel your heart beat best this way. That way he would know if he was too rough. Daddy’s had to be stern, he had heard somewhere once, but not mean. He couldn’t remember where that came from. Maybe something his mommy told him. Either way, he had to keep you safe, even from himself. He didn’t want to break you, he needed you.
It was almost impossible to keep the frustrated scream quiet. It was bad enough that this giant thing was playing with what belonged to him, but now you were instigating. It was supposed to be him you did all this with. At least he was catching it on camera. It would be a good addition to the movie, and it would show how much you could handle. If nothing else this was a beneficial stress test. If you survived this, then he could really play with you and not worry about breaking his new toy.
Still it was infuriating to watch. Hot, but infuriating. What was worse was when the monster, because that is clearly what he was, moved so his back was to the camera outside of the window. Oh well, at least he knew he was catching other angles from the hidden cameras inside. Still he wanted to enjoy the show too. It was best not to draw attention to himself though. He wasn’t sure if that thing wouldn’t just stop and come out here just to kill him for getting in the way.
So the frustration had to be pushed aside, if for no other reason than to keep from ruining things. He could easily go check on the other cameras, or back to his van. Yes, that would be better. He had a feed running to his van, it was hidden and further away than he liked, but if he hurried he might not miss the best bits.
You shouldn’t have been surprised when he moved and repositioned himself. The way he lifted you as if you weighed nothing shouldn’t have been a shock, yet it still was. How was he so incredibly strong? Then you felt it, more of him pushing into you, harder, deeper. The stretch hurt, but it also felt so good. He was so thick, so big, you weren’t sure all of him would fit. You were distracted from the pain when he began to stroke your face and hair. He was clearly trying to comfort you, or maybe show you tenderness. Like he didn’t want to hurt you.
Then the hand was at your throat, fingers pressed slightly to the side. You waited for him to choke you but he didn’t, he just held you there by the throat. You realized he was checking your pulse. Was he worried? There was something sweet about it, weird, but sweet. You also kind of liked it. It made you feel strangely safe which was something you would have to examine about yourself later. You hadn’t expected to like it this much and with the pain fading, it was starting to feel good.
You tried so hard to stay quiet but couldn’t stop the moans when his thrusts got a little faster. You kept them as subdued as you could, not wanting to startle or upset him, but it was starting to feel incredible instead of painful. You were getting wetter, and stretching more, allowing more of him inside. If you were less aroused this might not be possible, but you were able to fit most of him inside of you, and you were kind of loving it.
Each thrust had you whimpering and moaning, wanting to beg for more, but too afraid to interrupt what was happening. The last thing you wanted was to do something he didn’t like and cause this to stop. You tried touching him. Running your hands along his thick arms, reaching back to grip his hips when he thrust particularly hard. He didn’t stop you, didn’t seem to mind, maybe didn’t even notice. You just knew you needed more.
“Please… more..” You begged, using his words, voice small, not wanting to cause him to stop.
The feel good was becoming almost too intense for Jason to handle. It was becoming overwhelming and his mind was getting foggy. All he could think was ‘more’ all he could feel was need. He felt your small warm hands touching him, and he liked it. It meant you liked what he was doing. He was doing it right. He felt proud of himself for figuring it out. Though it did something to him when you made those little noises and gripped his hips. Something itched at the back of his mind, but he ignored it. Too focused on the moment to be bothered by it.
When you asked for more, Jason almost lost control. He had to force himself to not speed up, or move too hard. He couldn’t let himself hurt you. He had to protect you. He was not going to harm the only person that mattered to him now. The only living person that mattered anyway. He had to communicate with you, explain, but words were just too hard. He would show you, then. Show you what you meant to him, and maybe the words would happen on their own like they did before. He couldn’t speak before this, but something about you made words happen when he needed them the most.
His grip around your waist tightened, mostly to help hold you in place. The hand around your throat stayed firm but loose enough so that you could still breath. He was not going to cause harm, just keep a check on your heart to make sure he didn’t go too far. He needed this, needed more, and hoped that you understood. His thrusts sped up, as he pushed you down against him with each upward thrust. It allowed him to go deeper and it felt so good he groaned loudly. The pain didn’t even bother him anymore. It only added to the experience.
He had to release your throat, pulling at his pants as they had started to get in the way. The cloth tore and he did not care. He just needed more and now he had the freedom of movement to go faster. His hand was quickly back at your throat, squeezing just a little in his excitement now that he could thrust faster. His balls swung up to smack at the wetness surrounding him, and apparently that was the right thing to do. It made you louder, your heart racing, as you were clearly enjoying what he was doing.
The words finally found him, simple, but they said everything that he needed to. Hopefully they were enough for you to understand. They were the only words he had. The only thoughts he had. He was in charge, he was protecting what was his, and nothing had ever felt this good in his entire existence. He was never going to stop, never let you go.
“Daddy… now…”
When he tightened his grip you got worried, until he removed his hand to pretty much rip his pants off. He clearly wanted more freedom of movement and now he had it. Soon he was fucking you hard and fast. That strong hand back at your throat, squeezing just a little bit harder than before which excited you. It wasn’t painful, but it felt good in a different way. As he sped up his thick cock pushed deeper and deeper into you. Stretching you, the pain and pleasure mixed and you struggled to remain quiet, to keep your moans low.
Then his balls began to slap against your clit and you knew that you were lost. It felt too good. You were overwhelmed and overstimulated already. So that extra bit of stimulation you knew would bring you over the edge. You liked the sounds of his grunts and groans, having grown used to his sounds and finding them appealing now as opposed to scary. While you weren’t expecting words, the words hit you in a way that had you clenching and almost cumming right there. He had made it clear he was in charge in the most exciting way.
You didn’t even have a daddy kink. Well, you did now, but you hadn’t before. This was not just a surprising revelation, but it kind of made sense. You wanted someone to protect you, and if this was the form it came in, then so be it. You gave yourself over to it. Not caring about anything else in the moment. You were his to do with as he pleased.
“Yes Daddy” You moaned out as he thrust harder and faster
You were close to climax, you could feel it building, the tension spreading to your core. So close. With each hard deep thrust, you were so close until you couldn't hold on anymore. You gripped his hips tight as you felt your orgasm looming. You needed to ground yourself, have something to hold onto as release washed over you. You came, almost violently, as your core tightened around his impossibly thick cock. Spasming as you felt yourself squirting, something that had never happened to you before. Your cries were loud, almost animalistic, as pleasure overtook you. The most intense orgasm of your life pulsing through you with a pleasure so intense you were positive you might pass out.
Jason had not expected you to understand so easily, but you did. You immediately responded and did so correctly. You accepted him as what he was. That was almost as good as what he was feeling. His excitement grew as he began to thrust harder and faster, chasing that feel good sensation. He wanted it to be even better than last time and he had a feeling it would. That warm wet tightness surrounding him was like nothing he could even begin to explain, just that he needed it and wouldn’t let anything deter him.
He could feel you getting tighter and tighter around him. That wet heat gripping him, and it felt so good it blanked his mind a little, not that there was a whole lot going on up there anyway. Though that grip on his hips made him feel something else and that possessiveness increased. The sounds in the room were getting louder, wet sounds that would normally make him angry, but this time, he wanted more of it. His thrusts were harder, stuttered, as he felt that sudden feeling again. The one where it was tight and hot lower down and eventually led to the feel good.
When he felt a sudden tightness and wetness all over him, and heard your cries, he was able to put it together. It was similar to what he did before. He had made you feel good just like him. That excited him and was all he needed to finally be pushed over the edge himself. Jason thrust up hard, his cock swelling as your core spasmed around him. Release his cum deep inside of you. The sensation shorted out his brain for a moment as he was funneled down into a single point of intense pleasure. It made his whole body shake as he held on tight.
When the sensation finally subsided you were limp in his arms. For a moment he panicked, worried he had hurt you in those last moments, not able to keep his strength in check, but thankfully you were only unconscious. Clearly it was because you just weren’t as strong as him and the feel good had knocked you out, not because he squeezed too tight.
Carefully he pulled you off his lap and tucked you gently into bed, bumping his mask against your face in a sign of affection. Now that you were resting, he could deal with the other problem. Even though he had been distracted by what he was doing and the feel good, he had still subconsciously observed the noises outside the cabin. He was going to deal with whatever or whoever it was. Now he had something to lose, you, and he wasn’t ever going to let that happen.
You belonged to him now, and Jason would suffer no one taking that from him. Someone was going to die tonight and it was going to be the pest that had been stalking around his woods, around this cabin, and hunting what belonged to him. Whoever, whatever it was, it was going to be taken care of. A growl escaped him and he pulled up his ruined pants and snatched his machete off the floor. He needed a few things before he could go hunting. Shutting the back door he headed back to his hideout. Not realizing that was going to end up being a mistake that cost him.
Barely making it to his van, the stalker was able to catch the best part easily. He watched as you were thoroughly fucked and with the indoor cameras he had clear sound as well. Hearing you call that thing daddy angered him more than he had expected. He hadn’t even intended to play into that kink and now he wanted it. He wanted to take everything that monster had taken from him. Now you were going to get a new daddy, he would make sure of it this time.
Finishing himself off when you did, he watched carefully as the freak left you unconscious and alone. It ruined his whole timeline but now was his only chance. If he didn’t steal you now, he would never be able to. Rushing up to the driver seat he maneuvered the van out of the woods, onto the main road, and then onto the road leading to the cabin.
He had to work fast. First removing the cameras, gathering them up into a bag so that he left no evidence that could be traced to him, but also a few of the cameras were older and the only way to get the footage was off the internal SD cards. Once that was done, the stalker knew he was running out of time. That monster would return and he knew that despite his kill count, he was no match for that thing. Thankfully you were still unconscious, but just to be safe he injected you with the sedative anyway.
Carrying you to the van and securing you in place, he drove away like hell itself was chasing him, and maybe it was. There was no telling what that thing was capable of, and he was certain, that it was possibly not human, or at least not fully human. Something about that thing had set him on edge and he was glad to be rid of it.
You groaned as you slowly regained consciousness. Your limbs felt heavy and your head felt all swimmy. Something wasn’t right. You remembered having intense sex, but this didn’t feel like the afterglow you were used to. You couldn’t open your eyes right away but you could already tell you weren’t in the same bed. Had someone moved you? Groaning you tried to roll over but found you couldn’t. You were tied up.
That was enough to send panic through you and allow your eyes to open and look around. You were in a room, but not one you recognized. Not really. It seemed familiar, but it wasn’t the room from the cabin. Something was off. It was similar but not exact. It took you a few moments to realize that the reason you recognized it was because this room matched a picture of one of the other cabins you were going to choose. It was actually your first pick before you changed it at the last minute before incurring any fees.
How were you here? The panic changed as all the hair on your body stood up. You were more aware and that feeling of being watched returned violently. Turning your head you saw a figure in the corner, clothed in all black except for the white of the mask. It was some halloween thing you remembered seeing in stores. It looked like he was wearing robes, and he was twirling a very shiny knife you recognized as a buck knife. You had one yourself, considering it an essential piece of equipment to have while camping.
The figure didn’t move, just stared, and when he spoke his voice sounded weird. Like it wasn’t his own voice.
Kinktober Day 13 Prompts: Daddy Dom play~Throat Fucking~Video (being recorded)
Fandom: Friday the 13th/Slasherverse
Tags: exophilia, dom/sub, daddy dom play, throat fucking, fear play, voyeurism, video recording, violence, slashers, stalking, dubious consent, supernatural themes, Pairing: Jason/Reader, Ghostface
[Author's Note: I don’t usually publish any slasher fic I write because I understand it is a genre that is not well received and I don’t write it often, but I figured it wouldn’t be too bad to release something since day 13 is Friday and this is a little more light hearted and funny (by comparison) to the stuff I usually write for slashers. Be warned, that is by comparison, this is still not that light hearted. Also the physical status of whether Jason is alive or undead is left up to the reader's interpretation. I am leaving it vague.]
{This was written in 2023 and I am just now putting it on my tumblr because I kind of forgot. Chapter 2 is the most recent part that was written on 3/13/2026. The whole thing is posted on AO3 but I will also put the second part here. }
Vacation time was hard to come by. Between work being insufferable and having to play the calendar shuffle, you never really got to take time off when you wanted it. No matter how early you got your request in, either someone beat you or someone’s needs seemed to be more important than your own. While you didn’t begrudge anyone who had emergencies and you wanted to be a team player, it always seemed like it was your time off that got moved around and not the other way round. Maybe it was because you were one of the few single people at your job. It felt like discrimination but it wasn’t something you could prove. Just because other people had families didn’t mean your needs were less important.
The hope had been to get the last two weeks of October off, but that was not to be. You were offered mid October or early November and that was simply the best they could do. By now you knew better than to try and argue and honestly you were just so done with the whole thing that you simply had no energy to even fight it anymore. Nothing was going to change and you figured it was best to just leave it be and take what you could get. It was still a ways away, so there was always a chance something would change but you doubted it.
While most people liked to go camping during the summer months, you preferred fall. It wasn’t too hot, the bugs were minimal, and the crowds were thinned out some. You were not planning on roughing it this time as you were looking for a more relaxing vacation than that, but you still wanted to be mostly isolated and surrounded by nature. You had found a site that rents cabins all over the US and they had a great selection of openings for the fall. Finding something in your price range that was close enough to drive to hadn’t been easy, and you had narrowed it down to three. The one you ended up choosing had the right price and it seemed charming and nicely isolated but not so much so that you couldn’t get help in an emergency.
The nearby town looked quite nice from the pictures you saw and it seemed like it would be easy to get supplies to the cabin with no hiking needed. It had its own road entrance with a gate and it had great reviews. A few reviews were a little off putting, but you knew better than to believe things you read on the internet. They were a bit far fetched and honestly sounded like campfire stories. You chalked it up to kids being obnoxious on the internet and paid those reviews no heed.
Honestly this place wasn’t all that far off the beaten path so the isolation was more of an illusion than anything. Yes the cabin was nestled in the woods, but the town was of good size and not more than a 20 to 30 minute drive from what you could tell. They had emergency services, a hospital, restaurants, and other normal accommodations. It wasn’t like some of the other cabins that were more than an hour from civilization and you had to hike from where you parked to even get to it.
Overall, it was a great choice for the price and the kind of vacation you were looking for. You wanted some quiet relaxation, maybe disconnect a little bit, but you weren't looking for complete isolation. The cabin did have wifi if you needed it, but you planned to stay off social media and try to just decompress and enjoy some peace for a while. Of course you would bring your laptop and some movies, no reason to be overly bored. Still this was exactly what you needed and your hope was that by the time the vacation was over you would feel rejuvenated enough to keep your job for another year.
Your job wasn’t the only thing you were trying to get away from. For months now you had this feeling like you were being watched and followed. It wasn’t something you were able to really nail down, and there was nothing happening in your life that would give reason to have that feeling. None of your ex’s were even in the same state any more, and while not all the break ups were cordial none of them seemed the stalker type. You hadn’t met anyone online that gave you any red flags, and you actually had no proof of any actual stalking.
There were no cars that you saw showing up repeatedly, no people you started to recognize as being in the same places as you consistently. Honestly, other than just a feeling you got, there was nothing in your life to suggest that you were being watched or stalked. Yet it was a feeling you simply could not shake and it had really started to affect your mental health. Mostly because it was making you just a little bit crazy and you had begun to act paranoid. It didn’t help that there wasn’t really anyone you could share your fears with because there wasn’t anyone you were close enough to that you trusted with this kind of information.
It was hard getting through the rest of summer and you came close to breaking and asking to move your time off to sooner, but it would cost so much money to alter your reservations and even then you weren’t sure if you could on such short notice. That feeling of being followed never fully went away, but as you pushed yourself harder into work and just tried to ignore it, the feeling lessened somewhat. You found better distractions and it helped.
Before long you were staring down the barrel of your vacation time and you couldn’t have been happier. There was an electric charge in the air after you clocked out and headed to grab supplies. You planned your time off perfectly so that your standard two days off hit before your time off to give you a couple of extra days. This meant you could take your time planning and packing before making the trip and not feel too rushed. While you would have access to supplies in the nearby town, you would rather be as prepared as possible.
The trip to the outdoors store took much longer than you had anticipated, and you ended up buying more than you had planned. They just had so much post summer, pre winter merchandise and a lot of it was on sale or clearance. You walked away with probably twice the amount that you had intended to buy, but you weren't worried about being cold or going hungry. Since you had been there so long it was late and you would have to do the rest of your shopping the next day. For now you were exhausted and looking forward to sleeping in.
Finally the shopping was done, the rental was packed, and you were ready to go. Getting a rental car for the drive gave you peace of mind that you were using a newer and more in shape vehicle. At least that is what you told yourself. You knew people could be rough on rentals, but you needed something that could make the trip without fear of breaking down or getting stuck. The road to the cabin itself was not paved and there was no telling what condition it was in, so you went with something that had all wheel drive.
The trip was mostly uneventful and quite scenic. You got lost for a little bit, but found your way after a small detour and overall it wasn’t too bad. You made it to the cabin in decent time and the code you were given for the lockbox actually worked. Part of you was afraid it wouldn’t and you wouldn’t have a way to get the key to get into the cabin. It seemed everything was working out and for the first time in a long time, you finally felt at peace.
You weren’t stressed and weirdly, that feeling of being watched was simply gone. Maybe it was the change of scenery that helped, or the fact that yours was the only vehicle headed in this direction for hours. Unloading took a good forty five minutes just because it was a little difficult to get everything out of the car, up the front steps and into the cabin in one go. The mud was making it take longer because you did not want to drop anything.
The only supplies you did not purchase before leaving was perishable food. Now that you were unloaded, it was time to take stock of what you had, what the cabin had, and then make a list to take to the local store. It was late when you finally finished and decided the store could wait for the morning. You did not want to try driving in an unfamiliar area in the dark, and you weren’t really sure how late anything would be open, small towns were weird that way. Instead you finished unpacking and settled in for the night.
The first few days were absolute boring uneventful bliss, exactly what you had hoped for. The trip to the store didn’t take too long, the townsfolk were weird but not so much so that you were worried. There wasn’t much excitement around here and you liked it like that. Spending your time hiking in the woods, but being careful to stick to the trails. Reading was another hobby that took up a lot of your time. You finally had the time to catch up on all the books you were looking to read. Painting was the other hobby you brought with you. Though you didn’t see yourself as much of an artist, you still enjoyed getting color on canvas and your landscapes were starting to look like something and less abstract interpretations of that same something.
Overall your vacation was turning out to be the most relaxing and uneventful time of your life and you couldn’t be happier. You needed this, needed to decompress. The longer you sat without tension in your back and shoulders, the more you realized how often you were tense there and how much it had been hurting. This wasn’t just healing your mind and soul, but your body as well.
After a particularly long hike you had found yourself in a small opening. It was the perfect place to have a little picnic and you were glad to have brought your lunch along and a blanket. What you had not expected was to start crying over your sandwich. Everything that you had been holding in for months finally decided to come out. Maybe it was because you felt safe here and you finally dropped out of survival mode long enough that your mind decided it was ok to just let it out.
The sun had begun to drop and it was getting darker. You had cried yourself out, pretty loudly at points. There was a moment where you just screamed and hoped there were no other hikers around because you weren’t sure how to explain that you were fine and that your ugly crying was nothing to be concerned about. Your breathing was still uneven and a few hiccups remained but you felt like you could stand and you knew that even if you couldn’t you had to start heading back. You did bring a flashlight but you were warned about hiking at night and how easy it was to lose the trails in the dark.
The worst part was as you stood up the hair on the back of your neck did as well. You had the sudden, almost violent sensation that you were absolutely being watched. The woods were silent, which was a little odd, but then at this time of year maybe there were fewer birds but this seemed a little too quiet. Whipping around you searched the trees for any signs of life. Everything was still, but your heart rate increased. Something in your body was screaming for you to run, yet you stood frozen.
It would have been dangerous to bold off wildly into the woods and you had learned that if there were bears that running was the last thing you wanted to do. So you stayed still and observed your surroundings, trying to calm yourself down. When the silence continued you decided to start heading back, you knew exactly which trail you took to get here and you followed it, trying to resist the urge to look behind you. Focused on just getting back to the cabin. Bears weren’t the only thing in these woods that could be dangerous, but they were at the very top of the list.
The sudden scream that escaped you startled the pig more than the pig had frightened you. It burst out from the bushes and scared you something fierce. It was clearly a wild pig, and they were known to be aggressive, but you had clearly scared this one enough that it ran across the trail and back into the woods leaving you alone. You sped up not wanting to be alone once it got dark, but the encounter had helped relax you. Maybe this was what had frightened you to begin with. Maybe this was what had been watching you and then it decided you were not worth the trouble.
Making it back to the cabin you shut and locked the doors, then went around and double checked that all the windows were locked too. The whole experience had you off kilter and while you were sure it was your own paranoia and imagination that had gotten you so worked up, you also could not stop worrying that maybe you weren’t as alone as you thought. What if you did have a stalker, but how would they have been able to find you? The more you thought about it the more ridiculous it all felt and you started to think maybe you had been watching too many scary movies. It also didn’t help that you weren’t even sure you actually had a stalker, you just had the feeling of being watched. That wasn’t really the same thing.
It still helped to double check the locks and windows and that was all you really needed to calm down since that feeling had already faded. Making yourself something to eat you sat down to watch a movie on your laptop. Something light hearted, maybe animated, basically anything that wasn’t too intense or scary. Right now you needed a laugh more than anything, after damn near scaring yourself to death.
It wasn’t easy to fall asleep but somehow you managed to calm yourself enough that you could relax. It helped that the bed was actually really comfortable and all the blankets helped you feel cozy and warm. While it took longer than usual, you still managed to drift off into sleep, your dreams came to you slowly and thankfully no nightmares came.
Jason paced around the cabin in a slow circle, his mind carefully tracing over the events from the day. By now he no longer had to worry about campers, that season was over. So it was a bit of a surprise that someone had been wandering around the trails in the woods for the last few days. He had expected the local rangers or cops, they sometimes came around and he made sure to leave them well alone, but no, it was something else.
He had watched the woman, waiting for her companion to show up. No one was ever alone out here, and he just kept waiting. No one ever showed, so he had gotten closer but stopped when she just started crying. She was sobbing into her food and it was weird and confusing. It made him back off, he didn’t like the way it made him feel. Killing was easy, but this time there was no voice urging him on, all he could hear were her sobs and eventual screams. They didn’t sound like the screams that he was used to and it made him uncomfortable.
Waiting for her to leave he kept his distance while following and ended up at the cabin. This was a place he was used to. Sometimes he would stay in it when the weather was too cold and his home was leaking from the piled up snow. It wasn’t so much that he felt the cold, he just didn’t like being damp, too close to being wet, it made him angry. Rarely did anyone stay here during the colder months so it was weird to see anyone here at all.
Stalking around the cabin he watched from a distance as she locked the windows and the doors. It wouldn’t help her, he knew how to get in and was certain her companion would be inside with her. He would have to catch them in the dirty act. The voice would come back, it always did when it was time to kill them. The filthy people doing naughty things that made his mommy mad.
Something else caught his attention. Patterns and grooves in the ground. Some of them were footsteps, but others he couldn’t identify. They were strange, all around the cabin but focused outside the windows. While it was strange it wasn’t something he was too concerned about. It was probably the other person staying here, it was always pairs or groups so that was the only thing it could be.
Jason stayed in the trees, keeping an eye on the windows of the cabin from a distance. He had more than enough patience to wait. The lights stayed on longer than he would have liked, but it was fine. Finally they began to turn off, now to just wait a little more. It wasn’t as much fun if he didn’t catch his prey doing bad things. He would still kill them, but it wasn’t the same. It was always better when mommy told him how bad they were, how they needed to die, how they deserved it. He felt closer to her when she spoke to him.
Enough time had passed, and Jason moved up the backstairs to slip in the back door. The lock looked functional, but it wasn’t. He wasn’t sure who owned the cabin but they never fixed it and that worked for him. The silence bugged him, where were the noises? There were usually noises. Gripping his machete he waited, listening, but still hearing nothing. Silently he stalked through the back of the cabin, looking for signs that anyone was here, awake, alert. Sometimes they made it harder on him, fighting back, trying to hurt him. It never worked, but it did annoy him and it could sometimes slow him down which just frustrated him and made him feel angry.
The largest bedroom was the only room with the door closed. This had to be where they were, where they were hiding, prey always hid. The whispers started, too distant to make out just yet, but they would get louder. He longed for the praise that would be granted to him when he killed the bad people. He needed his momma to be proud.
Pushing the door open and stepping in, Jason loomed over the bed staring down at the blankets. The sad girl was there, asleep, and alone. Why was she alone? Where were the bad people doing bad things? In confusion, he just stood there, watching her sleep. For how long he didn’t know, time wasn’t something Jason really experienced in a way that mattered.
He watched her as she tossed and turned in bed, looking more and more upset. She was crying again and she looked so small and helpless. They always looked small and helpless to him, but this was different somehow. Normally he liked it when his prey was scared, but it was usually him that was scaring them. She was alone, crying, upset. It made something in him twist as memories of his own pain, his own suffering, surfaced in his mind. He remembered days spent crying alone, wishing someone would be his friend. He loved his momma but he wanted to be like the other kids. He remembered the pain, the fear, the darkness. Was she alone too? Was she afraid too? Did others push her away, make her come here alone?
Jason did not like what he was feeling. Something welled up inside of him, a strange sensation. He felt less like he wanted her gone and more like he needed to protect her. Keep her safe in ways that those others should have done for him but never did. The lack of his mother’s voice urging him to kill, to destroy, helped make his decision. There was no urgency this time. She was different, she was like him.
His machete clattered to the floor, reaching for her and stroking her hair slowly, almost comfortingly. He did not notice her movement as she woke at first, climbing into the bed and his arms surrounding her. She weighed nothing to him, pulling her into his lap with ease and rocking her. A low raspy hum in his throat emerged as he looked to make a soothing noise. His prey were often loud, frantic, and moving. She, however, was docile, softly shivering. Her voice barely whispers. She seemed sorrowful, and it was a new sensation to him. The hunter inside knew that this was different. She wasn’t prey, but something else. He no longer had the desire to kill her, what he wanted from her was something he couldn’t put into coherent thought.
Panic filled you as you froze in the arms of a very large man. One moment you were asleep the next you were surrounded by firm muscular arms and you couldn’t tell if you were awake or dreaming. It was the strangest sensation, to wake up like this. Surrounded by a man you did not know but that wasn’t actively trying to hurt you. You were still scared out of your mind because you went to sleep alone and this was not something you had expected to have happen. Your whimpers seemed to not phase him as he just continued to rock and pet you. It would be soothing if it wasn’t so damn terrifying.
It took several long moments for you to fully wake up and realize that this was real, this was not a dream, and it was not stopping. Fear kept you mostly quiet. The occasional squeak or whimper escaped but for now you were safe and if that kept you alive then that is what you would do. This man was massive, larger than anyone you knew. Was this who had been stalking you, how could you miss someone like him. No this had to be something else, someone else. Whoever they were, they were not talking.
Testing your luck, you wiggled in his grip only to find that it got tighter, uncomfortably tight. This guy was strong, maybe too strong and maybe didn’t fully know his strength because breathing got a little more difficult. All you could do was stop moving and hope that his grip loosened back up. Maybe if you just turned slightly to get a better view of this person then things would make sense. You doubted it, but you were desperate for anything to help you find balance again.
This time when you moved his grip stayed the same, the air was not being crushed out of you, but there was no getting out of his arms. The second thing you noticed, even in the dark, was that something wasn’t right about the shape of his head. The first thing you noticed without even having to move was his size, but this, this was way more weird. Even with the moonlight coming in through the window, it wasn’t easy to see, but something was clearly not quite right with this man and you were having a hard time placing what it was.
He must have sensed something, because as you were looking up at him, his head turned to look down at you. It was only absolute fear, and a lack of air, that kept you from screaming. He did not look human. His head was misshapen and his face had no real features. It took several long moments for you to realize that the reason he had undefined features was that he was wearing a mask, a goalkeeper's mask actually. That wasn’t the strangest thing about him, it should have been but it really wasn’t.
The area around the mask was puffy and swollen, his head looked lumpy and malformed. While he had looked somewhat alien at first, you soon realized that it was far less likely that he was from another planet and far more likely that he had some deformity that he was hiding behind the mask. This gave you mixed feelings. On one hand, this man had broken into your cabin and was cuddling, petting, and rocking you. On the other hand, it was possible that it was something he couldn’t really help and he wasn’t trying to hurt you. Though something gave you the feeling that maybe you were being a little too kind on that last part. There was something about him that had alarms going off in your head, danger was screaming through your mind, and it was impossible to ignore.
You wanted to speak, but something stole your voice. Maybe it was the way he was just staring down at you. The rocking had stopped, so had the weird strangled humming sound. His hand was still resting on your head but it wasn’t moving. He was just watching you. You wished you could make out his features better, or at least see his eyes, but you couldn't because the room just didn’t have enough light. While your eyes were slowly adjusting you weren’t sure that it would be enough to see him.
Your thoughts were halted as a noise outside the window made you jump, a noise escaping your throat as you found yourself clinging to the strange man and shaking. It was bad enough that you were in this situation, but now something was outside too? You were shaking against him, wondering what else was coming and how much was it going to hurt before you died. Pain didn’t come though, just a large strong hand stroking down your back in what seemed to be a comforting gesture. It only made you more confused, but for now you would rather be confused than dead. Whatever was outside, it must have not been a threat because he didn’t move and you couldn’t make out any other noises.
What was strange is that, despite your head being on his chest you weren’t sure you could feel breathing. Maybe you could, and maybe his heartbeat just seemed faint because yours was so loud in your ears. Either way, that was not really what you needed to be concerned about. Of course he was breathing and had a heartbeat you were just too scared to detect either. Right now you needed to think about how you were going to get yourself out of this, though the way he was stroking your back did feel nice, and despite everything you weirdly felt comforted. If he was going to kill you, wouldn’t he have already?
The noise outside had not returned and you risked moving your head to look up at him again. This time his head was tilted in a way that made him seem curious. You didn’t exactly feel threatened, but you weren’t exactly feeling safe either. This was still a strange man in a mask that had broken into your cabin, at least that is what you assumed. It was possible that this was the cabin owner, but that seemed weirdly unlikely at this moment. You weren’t sure why but you just felt like this was not a normal situation.
His lack of speaking made you even more curious and you were afraid to break the ice. What if speaking set him off somehow. Instead you just moved to rest your head on his chest while you tried to think of the best way to get out of this and keep your life. You had no proof that he was going to kill you, but everything in you screamed that this man was dangerous in the same way a predator in the wild would be. He was clearly unpredictable, you knew nothing about him, and he got the jump on you. He made it into your room, close enough to touch you before you even knew he was there. For his size, clearly he had a light step or you were far too heavy a sleeper.
While he had not hurt you yet, you could not stay like this. You wiggled a bit, trying to pull away, and this time he did not squeeze you until you couldn’t breathe, but he also did not let you go. It was enough for you to turn slightly in his lap and try and get a better look at him, and yes, as you had observed before, this man was massive. Almost inhumanly so. His shoulders were broad and even sitting down you knew he would tower over you when standing. Most people did, you weren’t that tall, but this felt different.
He seemed to be watching you, as if waiting for something. You really couldn’t get a read on him here in the dark, with a mask on, not speaking. There wasn’t enough to go on, but he still wasn’t trying to hurt you, so maybe for now you were safe. Your wiggling had adjusted you enough in his lap that you could see the rest of the room a little better. Nothing else had been disturbed other than the door being open. He came into the cabin and you heard nothing.
You had to do something and the only thing you could think of was to speak. “Um.. excuse me? Sir? I am a little confused. Is um… this your cabin?” It was the only thing you could think to ask. You didn’t want to sound accusatory, or say the wrong thing. What if you made him angry.
However you got no response, he just tilted his head at you curiously and left it at that. You were starting to think that maybe he couldn’t speak. It wasn’t a lack of desire, but a lack of ability, and that made things more difficult. “Do you live here?”
His half nod confused you more, it almost seemed like a non-committal answer. Maybe he didn’t understand what you were saying. Or maybe he did and the question wasn’t something he could answer easily. You weren’t getting anywhere like this, so you decided to opt for the easiest route. Playing dumb and appealing to whatever made him want to comfort you.
“I am sorry if I am not supposed to be here. I rented the cabin online, there were no date restrictions. I hope me being here didn’t startle you, but I already paid and the site said no refunds.” While you weren’t really expecting a verbal response, you were not prepared for him to just pat you on the head. You got the sense that he was trying to let you know it was ok, but that could have easily been your brain trying to convince you that everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.
“Ok then, as long as you don’t mind me being here?” It was both a statement and a question that you weren't sure you were going to get an answer on.
Either way, he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t letting you move, and he seemed content to just stay like this, so you did. You weren’t even sure when you fell back asleep but you did.
When morning came you awoke alone in bed and had to question if last night even happened. This time, you did not go hiking. You didn’t leave the cabin. You made some food, watched some movies on your laptop, and read some more of your book. The whole time your mind was distracted and you jumped at every little sound. When it came time for bed you hesitated, outside your bedroom door. What if it really was just a bad dream that felt real and you were just working yourself up, but what if it wasn’t.
There was no evidence that anyone but you had even been in the cabin, and that worked against the whole ‘it being real’ thing quite a bit. This time you got ready for bed and left the bedroom door open. You weren’t sure why, maybe to get more light from the hallway, maybe to prove to yourself you were alone. You weren’t sure how this would prove it but right now you were desperately grasping for straws.
It was past midnight when you felt the bed sink and an arm go around you. A large body pressed against your back as you felt a heavy hand petting your hair. It wasn’t a dream, he had returned. You were far more awake tonight than last night and at this point you weren’t sure your heart could take anymore.
Scooting away and turning to face him, he was still hard to make out. You just couldn’t see him all that clearly, but that didn’t matter. You wanted answers but you knew you weren’t going to get them, at this point you weren't sure what to do so you made room for him in the bed and let him lay with you. Weirdly, the second time, it bothered you less. Sleeping next to the strange quiet man. You were scared but also comforted by his presence and the loneliness that had bothered you in your own apartment, seemed absent here.
This went on for another three days. He was gone by morning, and returned each night. Nothing really changed other than how he would hold you. He would always hold you. Sometimes he pet your hair, sometimes he pet your back. It felt protective and you started to become more calm around him. You had gone back to your hikes, but kept them short. You had a constant feeling of being watched again, but this time you suspected it was your masked friend.
He still never spoke, never indicated anything of his intentions, he was just always there. It was a little awkward at times, he was almost too big for the bed. He was clearly too tall for it and he fit much better if he stayed sitting up. You had no idea how that was even comfortable for him, but at this point you weren’t sure that sort of thing mattered to him. Hell you were still struggling with whether or not he was even actually real.
At least, until you caught a glimpse of him during the day. That fear came rushing back as you took in his full size. He had to be pushing seven feet tall, his shoulders were so broad, and he carried a weapon in his hand, a massive knife. When he turned you could clearly see his mask, but still struggled to make out any features other than he was bald. You couldn’t tell if he noticed that you saw him, and you did not want to change the dynamic in any way. Now that you knew this was very much real, you couldn’t risk him changing. Right now he wasn’t a threat, but what if you made him angry. Carefully, pretending like you never saw him, you made your way back to the cabin. It was lunchtime anyway.
Jason was deeply annoyed. Someone was in his woods and he could not seem to track them down. He found traces, but never solid trails. He was a skilled hunter and this was unusual for him. The girl stayed mostly in the cabin so she didn’t interrupt his hunts for whoever else was out here. She was harmless, this other person, clearly not. He didn’t like it and it made him frustrated and angry.
The girl did the opposite. That first night, the way she clung to him when she was scared, that made everything feel right. She wasn’t someone to kill, she was someone he was going to protect. She wasn’t afraid of him, she didn’t scream at him or run from him. He liked her warmth, how soft she felt. It made him feel warm inside. He wasn’t used to feeling warm. Now he had to protect her from whatever else had come into his woods. The tracks around the cabin confirmed that whoever it was, they were after his girl and he wasn’t going to let her be taken from him.
She trusted him, he knew it. When she pulled away that one time it worried him, but it was only to invite him closer, to give him more room. She was kind like that. He liked that she was kind to him. It made him want to hold her longer, to not leave. It made the warmth spread. The voices didn’t talk to him around her and while that normally would bother him, this time it just didn’t. He wanted something from her, but he couldn’t figure out what. He just knew that he liked how she made him feel warm inside.
He followed too closely, Jason could tell when she saw him. The way her posture changed as she studied him. She seemed afraid and he didn’t like that. It made him grip his machete tight. But then she turned and walked back to the cabin, and that fear seemed gone. Maybe it was just because she saw him better, or he startled her and she didn’t realize it was him at first. That was it. She wasn’t afraid, just startled. He would have to be more careful.
Jason headed to the cabin early and let himself in. He could tell she wasn’t in the bedroom. The light was coming from the main room and he could hear sounds. Closing the back door he strode to the main room, looming over her, machete in hand as he waited for her to notice him. When she did she yelped and jumped, spilling her food on herself. He just tilted his head at her words, he didn’t really understand what she said and turned to see the noise. A small thin black screen had a movie playing. It didn’t look like a TV he had seen before, but then he really didn’t care about that sort of thing.
The colors were bright and he just stared at it while she got up, he assumed to clean up the mess. He had stood there for a bit, she should have noticed him. How did she not notice him? People were strange. He listened as she moved from the living space to the bedroom and followed. He paused, frozen, his machete gripped tight in his hand as he felt that anger rise in him. She had no clothes on. Yet the voice didn’t demand her death, it was silent. Maybe it was ok for her to have no clothes.
Jason just watched as she stood there, staring at him. She didn’t move to cover herself, but she did seem more afraid than before. Maybe she knew she wasn’t supposed to be naked like this, but then she did have to clean up her messy clothes. He wasn’t sure why, he never bothered with it, messes went away eventually on their own, but some people were different.
That warmth was back and it was spreading again. All through his body and it confused him. Jason didn’t hate the sensation but it was still not something he was used to. It was kind of nice though, a weird sort of tingle along with a tug of wanting something but he didn’t know what. So he just watched her and waited. He was so focused that he didn’t catch whatever had scared her. She yelped and flung herself forward, clinging to him again.
He listened, something must have hit the cabin from outside. It didn’t sound like a person or steps. He huffed a soundless aggravated puff of air. The trees on that side of the cabin had some problems with dead branches. They fell off sometimes and eventually they were going to damage this place. He supposed he could deal with it later, for now he had to comfort his girl. He stroked a hand down her back, it felt different with no clothes and he liked it.
Jason was feeling all sorts of things he wasn’t used to and he wanted to feel more. His hand moved to her head, petting her hair, then moving her face to look up at him as he looked down at her. She looked so sweet, so small, he had to keep her safe. Show her she was special. Show her that she made him feel special. His hand stroked her hair patting her on the head, praising her for coming to him in her time of need, even if there was nothing to fear.
You looked up at this massive man who was holding your naked body against him, he still tried to comfort you. The whole situation was bizarre as hell, but at this point you were just going with it. Something outside frightened you. You had that horrible feeling like you did back home, only so much worse now. Except, now you knew it wasn’t this man that made you feel that way. Because he was in the room with you, and you still felt as though someone was watching you through the window but no one was there. You were worried your mind was going.
It was also hard to focus because while he was petting you in a way that was entirely innocent, his body was reacting in a way that wasn’t. You could feel him growing hard and that bulge pressed against you, but he didn’t seem all that concerned by it or even seem to notice which at this point wasn’t even the strangest thing about it. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you pause and you leaned into him again, this time not really minding as you felt that hardness pressing against you.
You stayed that way for a while until you were lifted up and carried over to the bed. He sat you down and patted you on the head. Moving his hands in a way that indicated you needed to stay put. Then he left, this time his footsteps were heavy and you could sense that he was frustrated or angry. Maybe both. You heard him leave out the back door, and stayed still as his footsteps faded. After a few minutes you saw him pass by the window and it appeared like he was looking for something.
It was clear he did not find what he was looking for as he stalked off and you lost sight of him. Afraid to move, even to cover yourself, you stayed sitting on the side of the bed naked, just hoping he would come back soon because it was getting very cold. The door had been left open and your fear was coming back. What if someone else was actually out there and just waited for him to leave, what if you weren’t alone, what if they were already in the house.
You had worked yourself into quite the tizzy by the time you heard those heavy footsteps again. You were pretty sure it was your mystery giant, his foot falls were quite heavy. When he appeared in the doorway to the room something felt off. He was clearly agitated, that was different, and different was dangerous. He had always been calm, but it was clear something was bothering him. Maybe he was frustrated from earlier? He had been hard then had to leave. Would it be so bad to just take care of him. If it would calm him down and keep you alive, it was worth it.
Reaching out you gestured for him to come over. You weren’t sure that he fully understood as he tilted his head at you in a way that you honestly found kind of adorable. It was weird, but it was still cute and maybe you were losing your mind, but that was ok because you were alive and had all your body parts in their original places.
“I won’t hurt you, I want to help” You knew that speaking came with a risk. Since he didn’t talk you weren’t sure he could understand you, and it was possible speaking bothered him. Still he didn’t seem to get more angry and just looked somehow a little more confused, but he did step over towards you, close enough to touch. Which you did so carefully.
You avoided sensitive areas and started by just petting his stomach and sides, where you could reach, even sitting on the bed he towered over you by quite a lot. “See? I just want to help you feel better, like you do for me.” You felt it was safe to keep your statement simple. Maybe he could understand and just didn’t talk, either way he didn’t seem too bothered and you were getting used to touching him like this.
He seemed to be warming up to you and wasn’t pulling away, but you weren’t sure how to take the next step. With his hand resting on your head you felt like that could be a signal, maybe he was trying to encourage you. Carefully, slowly, you reached up to the button on his pants. Faster than you thought he could even move he was gripping your wrist and it hurt, it hurt so much. You were positive he was strong enough to break your arm with very little effort.
“That hurts, please stop, I thought you wanted me to do that. I’m sorry. Please” You were begging and tears were in your eyes as you looked up at him, and as quickly as he had grabbed you, he let go. His thumb brushed a tear away and you could tell he was upset but this was different. He stroked your face and hair, gently, and you wondered if maybe he didn’t realize how strong he was and he hadn’t meant to hurt you.
“It’s ok. I’m not mad. I just wanted to show you I appreciate everything. I wanted to help you feel good. Do you want to feel good?”
You were a little surprised when he paused and then hesitantly nodded. He suddenly seemed shy, but not really. It was so hard to get a read on someone that didn’t have a visible face. Reaching up again, still slowly, you touched the top of his pants and waited. When he made no move to stop you, you continued to unbutton and unzip his pants.
Oh, this was not what you were expecting. Yes the bulge had felt big, but this bordered on ridiculous. It bounced free once you had him unzipped, clearly the man was not a fan of undergarments. It was hard to complain about, but at the same time you weren’t sure exactly what you were supposed to do now. It was huge, and you weren’t convinced it was gonna fit. Not just in your mouth, but anywhere if it even got that far. Really all you could do was stare as you tried to make a plan of action, however, the longer you stared the bigger it seemed to get.
Pulling bravery from somewhere you finally reached out to touch it and it just got weirder. His skin felt oddly clammy. You had expected heat, but he wasn’t that warm. Maybe it was all the time he spent outside and you did notice the longer you touched him the more he warmed up, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Still it threw you a bit and gave you reason to pause. Regardless you continued to stroke him slowly, watching him carefully for any sign he did not like what was happening.
His breathing changed but otherwise he remained still, well now you knew he breathed. Of course he breathed. You were losing your absolute mind and it was now or never. Best to not drag this out and risk him changing his mind. Leaning in, the scent was what caught you. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t the usual musky sharp scent you were used to. Not that you did this often and it had been quite some time, but guys had a smell and this man was different. He smelled like wet earth, waves on a summer day, and leaves. It was not unpleasant but you couldn’t place why the smell was so strange.
Ignoring it and taking in a small breath to try and hide your nerves you placed a kiss on the tip. Working your way down the sides and back up. The scent grew on you and seemed less weird as time went on. Opening your mouth you took the head in, hoping it would fit without pain. It wasn’t easy and you knew your jaw was going to start hurting soon enough. His hand was back on your head. It felt bigger than before and you got nervous. He could hurt you if he wasn’t careful and you knew it but what if he didn’t.
Slowly you took another inch in your mouth, then another, pulling back and pushing down, slowly trying to take as much as you could in. What didn’t fit you stroked with your hand, hoping that maybe he was one of those guys that popped quick from oral. You were so focused on what you were doing that you missed the noise outside the window. You picked up on it subconsciously, but you were far too focused to pay much attention.
Speeding up just a bit you were able to take more of him into your mouth, the tip bumping against your throat. Your jaw was a little sore but nothing you couldn’t ignore and you just kept hoping that this guy would be quick to cum, but you were starting to get the feeling that maybe he wouldn’t. He just stood there, hips still, hand resting on your head. You glanced up and saw that he was looking down, intensely focused on you. It was impossible to read his expression, but you thought maybe you saw his eyes. Whatever you thought, you could feel his intensity as he stared at you, completely focused on you. It gave you a thrill and while it was only a little unexpected, you felt yourself become aroused.
Jason stared down at his girl as she did, whatever it was she was doing. It felt amazing and confusing all at once. His whole body was tense as he felt this warmth spread through him, that tingling feeling was also more intense than it was before and he wasn’t really sure what any of it meant. All he knew is that he did not want it to stop and he wanted more. He needed more. Something inside of him changed and he felt things he couldn’t understand. All he knew was he needed to feel more.
At first it was easy to stay still and just rest his hand on her head, but as she kept moving, kept taking more in her mouth, the more he had the urge to move. He wanted to feel all of him in that warmth. He needed it. He huffed little grunts that hardly made a sound as he fought to stay still, not wanting her to stop. How did he tell her she needed to go faster, to take more. He didn’t have the words and something was itching at the back of his head but he couldn’t focus on that.
A stunted growl escaped his throat, it was a stuttered sound, one he couldn’t really control. It hurt to make too much noise, to make sounds, but this one felt right. It was followed by a low grunt, a sound he made more easily and he felt his hips move forward without him meaning to. It felt better when he did and so he did it again, and then again.
Tightening his grip on her head, his fingers in her hair, it felt so good. It felt better than anything he had ever felt before and he needed more. He was lost to this building sensation. His hips moved faster as he gripped her head, not too tight, he knew he could hurt her and he didn’t want to because she might stop. Every part of him was focused on that sensation, that build to something, whatever it was he needed it.
Outside the window the shadowed figure had mounted his camera and had been recording the couple since they started. He was a little annoyed that someone was playing with what belonged to him, but it was also kind of hot to watch. The guy had a dick bigger than a porn stars and while he didn’t really seem to know what he was doing, it didn’t really matter. This video would keep him happy for a while.
He couldn’t wait until it was his turn, though it might have to wait until after her vacation. He had so much delicious video of her, but nothing like this. Oh it was his favorite, making movies of those that were his. He knew she wanted it by the way she always posed for him. She never saw him, but she knew he was there. Clearly she liked it or she would have tried to hide herself, but she never did.
Watching was always so hot, and this way he got to learn more about her, about how she performed. He knew the first thing he would do with her now. He couldn’t wait for it to be his turn. This was going to be his prized video and nothing was going to stop him now. That big monster of a man had been a problem. He couldn’t leave his equipment set up and it took everything in him to stay hidden. All of his skills were needed to not be caught. A predator knew another predator when he saw one, and there was no chance in any hell that he would survive being caught by that mountain masquerading as a man.
The mask was a nice touch, he appreciated a good mask, but the jealousy remained. It should have been him in that room, his cock in her mouth, his hands in her hair. That was the plan. To watch, to set up cameras, and then to finally make her his. This rather large wrench got thrown into his plans and he wasn’t all that sure how to handle it.
After the first couple days he had gotten a couple of cameras in the house but he had to be careful. If she was in there, then he couldn’t be seen and he absolutely couldn’t get caught by that monster. Oh the envy that flowed through him watching as he got rougher and rougher with his quarry. That was his toy and dammit this guy was going to break her!
It was impressive to watch though. The way she took more and more of that thick fat cock into her mouth. How he could see it bulging in her throat. The angle wasn’t great but it was good enough that he could also tell she was struggling to breath. Oh how he wanted that. To hold her throat as he choked her with his dick. Fuck he was hard and it was getting painful.
He had expected to get caught, staring so blatantly into the window, but the couple really didn’t seem to notice he was even there and that was just fine with him. Gave him more time to watch, to plan. He would have to find a way to get her away from this strange masked man, until that moment he had to wait, but his erection surely wouldn’t
The scene was just too hot. Watching her choke on that fat cock, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fucked her throat harder. A few strokes couldn’t hurt. Watching that monster basically face fuck what was his was just too much to resist. Cock hard in his own hand he grunted as he watched them through the camera. Oh he did hope she survived this, though it would be hot if she didn’t. Hotter if it was him doing it, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and this is what he was stuck with.
He could see her drool slicking up that thick cock in her mouth. The way she was almost limp as her head was held, her throat fucked savagely. It was clear she was losing the fight and would be unconscious soon if that monster didn’t stop or hurry up and finish. He was a little angry, he had stalked her for months to pick just the right time. To get enough film to make his movie for her. Her life was his to take, he earned it first! Well if she survived he would get a turn soon enough and right now he was already close to finishing himself off.
This was going to be his best film yet, he just needed more. The cameras inside the room would get him more angles, better to make his movie with, but right now he needed more for a different reason. So close, right on that edge, and there it was. That massive monster of a man shoved his cock so far into her throat it was possible it killed her, or at least did some damage. It was so hot, and he could feel himself cumming all over his hand as he watched. Perfect, and oh, she looked so lovely like that.
It was hard to breathe and you were light headed. You were worried when he started to thrust and gripped your head, but it was still manageable. Now he was moving faster, pushing deeper into your throat, and you were struggling to stay conscious. Somehow, you didn’t hate it. You felt tingly from being light headed, and you could feel yourself clench each time he thrust deeper into your throat, your mind imagining what it would feel like for him to thrust in other places.
It felt like an eternity as you held on, your throat penetrated as you took slow deep breaths from your nose as often as you could. You were so close to just passing out when you felt him swelling and getting thicker in your throat. A few pulses and he was cumming and you were relieved, hoping he would pull out soon. It felt like it went on forever and you were becoming desperate for air, a small spike of fear as you worried he wouldn’t pull out in time.
When he did you fell back on the bed, gasping for breath and trying not to choke on his thick cum. It tasted so weird, kind of watery, maybe a little like kelp. Honestly if you had enough oxygen in your brain you might have a thought or comment, but you didn’t even have two brain cells to rub together just now and everything hurt. Your throat burned and you were still struggling to breathe.
He was on the bed, leaning over you, his hands braced near your head. He stared intently and you could make out his mismatched eyes. What you were not expecting was to hear anything. His voice sounded wrong, like it had never formed words before. Deep, but like he had gravel in his throat. It was raspy, with a hard edge, almost gargled. If it wasn’t such a simple word, you weren’t sure you would have been able to understand him.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
The NaNoWrimo (National Novel Writing Month) Writing Event for the entire TMNT Fandom!
November 1st - 30th
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What's your TurtleWrimo Goal? Pick a GOAL BADGE!
+ Write 50k words in 30 days! (1,667 words a day!)
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This kind of posting helps fellow fans make their own choices about what they read. Very cool of you. So bodacious. Much radical. Total respect-a-mundo.
I'm hoping to finish and post the GENRE BADGES tomorrow, so you can start talking up your planned project(s)! I'm hyped. Are you hyped? So stoked. OMG.
IT'S GETTING CLOSER. NOVEMBER IS APPROACHING!! :D
--Kya
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a wizard who underwent the ritual to become a lich. But the ritual unfortunately had a delayed effect so he wakes a century later. As he explored his tower he found a princess that her family had locked her in studying his magical notes. But instead of anger he's intrigued by her potential.
Additional Tags:AU Roulette 2025, AU, Roleswap, Dystopian, Fusion, A really put out Optimus, The Prime is just done and over it, Hijinks & Shenanigans, no beta we die like we live, By the seat of our pants
What is AU Roulette?
A casual fic-writing challenge encouraging authors to play around with different types of alternate universe stories, which will be randomly assigned to each participant regardless of the fandom they sign up with. The goal of the challenge is to encourage creativity and get authors to write fics with premises they might not otherwise have considered, with varying difficulty levels of participation for writers of all experience levels.
How does it work?
Writers will be able to sign up from now through the end of June with a fandom of their choice. At the start of July, each participant will be assigned three AUs from a masterlist using a random number generator. Each author will then have the choice of completing the challenge one, two, or all three of the AUs. Any fic exceeding a 500-word minimum will be considered a completion, so long as it employs the AU premise. The fic-writing period of the challenge will run for a month. Fics can be posted at any point during this time, and authors will have the option of having them added to an Ao3 collection for the challenge if they desire. They can also be posted to tumblr using the tag #AU Roulette 2025
What kind of AUs will be included in the challenge?
The AU Roulette challenge will focus largely on popular, staple AU types with broad applicability to any fandom or relationship type. For example, a possible result might be something like a Time Travel AU (encompassing all the possible subsets, such as fix-it time travel, time loops, or other tropes under the same umbrella), but more restrictive AU types like a Soulmate AU that make assumptions about the author’s interpretation of character relationships in canon have been intentionally kept off the AU masterlist. The official list of AUs will be shared halfway through the month of June, with 36 different prompts on the list.
What if I get an AU type that doesn’t work for the canon I chose?
Limited re-rolls will be allowed on a case-by-case basis. You are also encouraged to be as creative as you want with your interpretation of your assigned AUs, which may help with making them fit. The goal of this challenge is to encourage weird, creative fanfic, not to have every author who rolls the same result write cookie-cutter versions of the same types of stories. If you were to get a Coffee Shop AU, for example, there is no requirement that the coffee shop in question be a real-world 21st-century Earth Starbucks. In fact, deviating from the mold is highly encouraged. So long as you can make a case that you filled the loose premise of your AU type, you will get credit for having completed it.
Can I participate if I am not a writer?
AU Roulette is a fanfic writing challenge, so official sign-ups are for those interested in writing (regardless of skill level or experience writing AUs). However, if you are interested in the challenge but not in writing fic for it, consider having a look at the #AU Roulette 2025 tag or the official AU Roulette 2025 collection on Ao3 once authors have begun posting their stories. If one of them really speaks to you, it might be a nice gesture to draw a piece of art, make a playlist, or create some other fanwork inspired by the fic and share it – in which case you would also be more than welcome to use the official tag!
(Authors are of course also welcome to do this for their or other participants’ stories, too.)
How do I sign up?
Fill out this form with your email and fandom of choice.
Looking forward to seeing the AUs everyone creates this year!
Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!
Heads up that this is a very extensive questionnaire and might be daunting to a lot of writers (myself included). That being said, it is also an amazing questionnaire and I will definitely be using it (or at the very least, some of it).
I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.
I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.
Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.
This book already exists, sort of! Or at least, it’s a biology textbook but I bought it for writing purposes:
It starts with a chapter about freezing to death, and it is without a doubt the scariest thing I’ve read in years (and I read a lot of horror fiction).
When you write a book like American Gods you make friends with your doctor and ask him lots of questions about surviving Wisconsin Winters, plunges into cold water and the like.
[Author's Note: Recent changes in Warcraft have allowed for Draenei to be Warlocks. I haven’t read up on the story/lore reasons behind it. They have also allowed for red skinned Drae to be made so that is my excuse for all of this. It just sounded fun to do and I have gremlins in my DMs encouraging me.]
When Argus had been found to not only still be somewhat intact, or as close to intact as a group of floating plains held together by thoughts and prayers could be, it was an even bigger surprise to find that anything was still alive there. The demons were expected, but no one had anticipated that any draenei would still have survived. Many of those left were paladins and priests, continuing the fight against the legion, locked into battle for eternity if need be.
The lightforged and all the other non-demonic survivors were invited to come back to Azeroth to live and hopefully flourish. The transition was difficult for most of them, some struggled without a battle to fight, unsure of their purpose now. Zorul faced a different problem. He had lost his family in the battles on Argus, and had continued to fight more for vengeance than anything else. He had been a paladin, but his powers waned slowly over time. His convictions seemed farther away and the light was always just out of his grasp.
He chose not to flee Argus, desiring to remain behind to protect those that were fleeing to give them a chance as he had nothing left to live for. With his family gone and his connection to the light slowly fading, Zorul accepted his fate and chose to use what power he had left to protect whoever he could. It was all he could really do.
What he had not anticipated was surviving. Despite his tenuous connection to the light, it held up for several thousand years. He wasn’t the strongest with the light, but he was physically imposing and found that he could help in other ways when his powers were not cooperating. His mind was sharp, clever, sometimes a little unhinged. He began to understand the demons, to a degree at least. As chaotic as they were, their actions still had patterns. It wasn’t perfect, the Legion thrived on chaos, but he still learned and used that knowledge to help push them back.
As time passed and his connection to the light faded, Zorul did not feel as lost as he thought he would. Though, he had considered he was just losing his mind. The voices and whispers grew ever louder as the light faded from him. They were practically screaming in his head when the light was fully gone. Thinking himself insane, Zorul sequestered himself in a building far from the protected locations of his kin. He planned to be alone until the madness took him, but that wasn’t what happened.
Unsure of how the creature even found him, Zorul was faced with a quite sorry looking imp. Clearly it was lost, far from the battles and others of its kind. Only the absolute patheticness of the creature stayed his hand. Regardless of what it was, harming it felt akin to kicking an already injured puppy. Against his better judgment, and maybe from a little loneliness, Zorul helped the creature. Feeding it, trying to heal its wounds, and giving it shelter. Without realizing it, this was the first step to a new path that Zorul could have never imagined.
It was the beginning of his journey to becoming that which he fought against, a warlock. It wasn’t intentional at first. Him scrounging for books, scrolls, and tomes to teach him anything about the demonic languages was more out of a desire to communicate with the imp than it was to learn how to control it. However, knowledge was absorbed none-the-less and soon Zorul was on his new path.
Drat, as the imps name turned out to be, was a source of both comfort and madness. The creature was trying at times, but he also helped keep Zorul’s loneliness at bay. Though at times it was a wonder if it was worth the price. Drat got into everything, caused more problems than he should have been worth, and frequently set their belongings on fire.
As time passed Zorul became attached to the imp, and without realizing it had quite literally attached himself. He bonded with the imp, or perhaps the imp had imprinted on him. While he never summoned the creature, they were still able to form that same bond regardless. He found he could leave Drat at home, and while foraging could summon the imp to his side as needed. After that it was mostly unintentional advancement in his learning until it wasn’t.
After a particularly vicious attack Drat suggested Zorul summon some protection. Hunting down the specific books that would teach the fledgling warlock the spells and runes needed to summon a voidwalker. Without really thinking it through Zorul did exactly that, and after a few failed tries, one explosion, and a burned tail, he finally managed to summon A rather grouchy voidwalker that clearly wanted to be anywhere else.
Gazkoth was a chore to deal with on even the best of days, but he kept Zorul and Drat alive and that was all that mattered. Even if Zorul was starting to feel a bit off about his decision to fraternize with demons. This was about survival, not picking sides.
Hundreds of years turned to thousands as Zorul settled into his solitary life. His demons kept him company and as he studied and learned more spells he found he became quite adept at it. There was no creature he could not best with his new powers and with nothing else to do but study and practice, he honed his new craft. Zorul was fully a warlock without even realizing it until his first re-encounter with one of his own kind.
It wasn’t a memory he was fond of dragging up, the fear at the sight of him and how hard it was to explain what happened and how he ended up this way. The only reason no one died is because Zorul forbade his demons from causing harm. It was that act that not only saved their lives, but gave him a new purpose. Soon he was dragged off to an encampment to help the lightforged fight off the legion. He was little better than a prisoner, but it was acceptable to know that he was able to help his own people again.
This was how he found himself on Azeroth most unintentionally. Packed off with others of his kind and supplies. No one really asked him what he wanted, it was just all assumed, and now he was on a new world, surrounded by curious and strange individuals, and feeling more lost than he ever had in his life.
Apparently draenei warlocks were simply unheard of and it took some convincing to allow him freedom of movement throughout the alliance territories. Really the only upside to this change of scenery was the freedom, but it was also somewhat daunting. When he was a prisoner everything had been provided and he had routine. Now he had to fend for himself and everything was chaos.
Thankfully Zorul found others like him, warlocks that tried to use their abilities for the betterment of their people, even if they knew their souls were damned for it. His story was quite unique but not so far off as to alienate him. He found that there was still so much he didn’t know about demons and being a warlock, despite his thousands of years of study. Though some of that study had been severely limited once he was captured by his own kind. They did not want him learning anymore than he already knew unless it was necessary.
Zorul found there were other kinds of demons he could study and summon, powers he didn’t even realize he already had and just never used, and for the first time in a long time he found community and friendship. Something he had longed for but never dared hope could be.
It was through these bonds, and the freedom to study and learn that he found Estrosia. He was taught the spells and runes to summon a succubus, and due to his nature and the weakness of his abilities, he summoned a rather young and not so powerful one. She was shy, uncertain, and clumsy. Constantly tripping over her own tail and miscasting her spells. The other warlock suggested banishing her and trying again, but ever the softie Zorul refused. Rose was perfect.
It was a trial, teaching Rose. She did not catch on to spell work quickly. She was intelligent, an avid reader, but something was missing. It also didn’t help that she tripped over her own hooves any time she had to walk any kind of long distance, or that she would get tangled in her own tail and have to be freed from it. Drat enjoyed tormenting her when she was stuck like that and more than once Zorul had found her in tears with her tail around her stuck in some awkward position.
He sought the advice of other warlocks and they just suggested he banish her and try again, she was clearly newly created and did not have all the skills a succubus should. Zorul wasn’t having it and decided that he had no choice but to try and teach her. Something he anticipated would take a while, but not nearly as long as actually ended up taking. Getting her through the basics took months, almost a year really, however that was the best milestone. Once she had the basics down her coordination improved and she didn’t trip nearly as much.
There were still aspects of her powers that Zorul hesitated on. Succubi were meant to seduce but Rose was innocent in his eyes. Even if she was a demon, he hated the idea of someone taking advantage of her. Though that wasn’t how her magic worked. In reality she was the one that should be taking advantage but having Zorul for a master really hampered that ability. She never wanted to break away, she had no desire to flee, Rose wanted to stay with Zorul and she made it clear. It was unusual and he got the side eye from other warlocks on the regular. It was unusual to have close relationships or friendships with your demons.
Though the reality was that many warlocks used their demons to relieve their sexual needs. It was known, but never discussed as not all warlocks participated in that sort of thing. Many did, more than would be expected, but not nearly as many as was rumored. Zorul had never even considered it, at least not at first.
As time ticked by, he found his emotions towards Rose changing and he saw her differently than his other demons. Drat, was as always a bit of a pain. An instigator, a menace, and since Rose came along a bit of a pervert. Something Zorul tried to correct but had no success in curbing, not fully anyway. His voidwalker was their protector and had remained mostly the same over the thousands of years, his grumpiness was now directed towards outsiders instead of Zorul himself.
Life with his demons moved on, changed, and grew. It was less lonely now, at least in some ways, but now Zorul had a new problem. His lust for Rose grew and with each incident he found his control slipping. It was always something innocuous. She was always the target of Darts pranks so she would often end up covered in some substance and require a washing, usually with assistance. Or she would end up naked when she shouldn’t be. The worst was when she was naked and her tail had gotten wound around her in a compromising way and Zorul found her like that. Those were the hardest days.
Recently he had taken to punishing Dart and Rose when they acted up, something that hurt him when he saw how much it upset Rose. It did nothing to deter his imp, who honestly was picking up behaviors from the local goblins in the area. Zorul often spent time in neutral cities as opposed to purely alliance ones. He was tired of fighting and honestly just wanted to spend time with his scrolls and books. He just wished Dart would find better friends.
The fact that he let his demons run around loose was unusual, but so far no one had complained, though he did have to hide a few bodies when some men got a little too handsy with Rose. There were lines that were not to be crossed, not by him, not by anyone. Still they had settled into a weird sort of routine and Zorul became complacent with what his life was now.
As days moved to months, and months turned into years, Zorul saw change in himself. He realized that his lust for Rose wasn’t the worst part of it, no it was the love he felt for her. She mattered to him and he knew she couldn’t return those feelings. All the research he had done, every book, tome, scroll, every story he could find, went back to one simple truth. Demons could not feel love, not the way mortals could. Though one would argue that Draenei were technically immortal.
As the time had moved he did his best to teach Rose to be strong, to build her powers, and to a degree it worked. She learned some of the arts of seduction, even if it was awkward at times. Her clumsiness continued to lessen, and she grew in strength and personality. If only he could shake his feelings for her. Often he would have to punish her for simple things that he felt she should know better than to do. It hurt, but at the same time, he wondered if she did it on purpose. It almost seemed like attention seeking behavior as opposed to genuine problems. It gave him pause, did Rose want punishment? Was this some weird succubus thing he was somehow unaware of? Either way he needed to find a way to get her to stop.
Never were his punishments physical. It was always chores, or extra studying, or just the most boring thing he could think of like counting the nails in the floorboards. Anything that could feel like a punishment but wasn’t physical harm. That was a line he would not cross. It was dangerous and could make demons strike back against their masters. Something he wasn’t too keen to experience.
This time Rose had done it. Zorul had been working on that potion for three weeks. It had complex stages, steps that had to be followed exactly. Ingredients that were difficult to source, and some that he wasn’t sure he could even get again, and there Rose was. Tangled in her tail again, the vial shattered on the floor at her feet.
“Dammit all Estrosia!” He had used her full name, a rare occurrence reserved for serious times and true anger. “Sometimes you frustrate me beyond all reason. If you were a child I would spank you!” He hissed his eyes glowing with anger.
Rose shrank under his glare, she knew she had messed up, that was apparent on her face. Without Dart around he knew this wasn’t a frame job, this was entirely her fault. “You will clean up this mess, then you will begin researching where to get more components and then this time, you will have to join me! Danger or no danger you will fix this mess!” Zorul stomped out of his study and moved to his private room, his hooves heavy on the floor.
Sinking into his chair he sighed, face in his hands as he fought back the darkness that followed his anger. Sometimes, something within him craved violence and other dark things but he fought, he would not lose himself to this. He was a warlock, not a monster and he wasn’t going to hurt innocent people. Not out of anger, not for any reason.
It took almost an hour for Zorul to calm his mind and his temper. Slumped into his chair he contemplated trying to sleep when he heard the sound of his door being pushed open slowly. In stepped Rose, looking quite pitiful and holding her brush in her hand. Sometimes, he would brush her hair and those were the times it was hard to hold back desire, but she liked it and it helped them bond.
“I am in no mood Estrosia. I will brush your hair another day.” Zorul watched her and waited for her to leave but became curious when she didn’t and only handed him her brush. “You realize being obstinate is not going to help you right now.”
Then she did something he did not expect. She draped herself across his lap and just laid there face down. She didn’t say anything, just stayed still aside from some minor trembling.
“I… couldn’t find a belt.. Or a switch.. It was all I had.”
It took Zorul several long moments to comprehend what she was even saying. Why would she need a belt or a switch, why bring a hair brush if not for. Oh, oh. Well, that was certainly new. She must have taken his statement to heart and assumed he was actually going to spank her like a child. Not a fully horrific idea, but a dangerous one.
“I am not going to spank you Estrosia. You are not a mortal child and you know that I do not use physical punishments on my demons. I refuse.”
“I earned it. I won't attack. I was bad, you have to punish me.” As far as she was concerned this was logic and he needed to follow it.
Zorul sighed deeply, rubbing a hand down his face. “Estrosia, get up and go to your room. I am not in the mood for games.”
“NO!”
Zorul looked down at the succubus draped across his lap in shock. Dart was the one that sassed him and talked back. Never Rose. She would to the line with disobedience but she had never outright refused an order. He was shocked into silence, trying to conjure up a response.
“You won’t forgive me if you don’t punish me, then you will hate me and banish me. You keep using my full name. You don’t love me anymore.”
Well now the draenei was perplexed. Beyond perplexed really. She was behaving like a mortal child who had upset a parent, not like a demon at all. This was disturbing, upsetting, and weirdly funny if it weren't so very weird.
“Rose, you know as well as I do this is not how demons work. I am angry but I will not banish you, I promise.” He waited for a response. She didn’t move, she didn’t even try to move. She just laid there and Zorul was a little lost on what to do next.
“You should spank me anyway.”
There was something in her voice. Something different that he couldn’t quite place but that tickled at his mind in a way that he wasn’t sure he was ok with. That was the voice he often heard her using when practicing her seduction spells. Well, now he was in a bit of a pickle. This could easily get out of hand, but if she actually wanted it then was it really so wrong?
“Well then, since you insist, you have earned this Rose.”
Zorul lifted the brush in his hand and brought it down gently on her rump. He couldn’t bring himself to hit hard, not at first. He had to test to make sure she wouldn’t actually attack him, and that she wouldn’t be genuinely harmed. A few more test taps with the brush had her wiggling in a way that was a little too distracting. This went on for a few minutes as he warmed her up and found he liked how she squirmed. Before long he gave her a good smack that had her making a noise that went straight to his dick. Something he would have to address later but for now he was a little too far in to stop.
What Zorul had not realized is that Dart had been watching them. At first it was curiosity to see what was going on, but then, well, he was a much older demon and he had learned a lot of new things from his mortal friends. Mostly how to spy on people without them noticing him. He wasn’t sure what he expected but this was absolutely worth watching.
The spanking continued as Zorul lost himself a little to it. The sounds she made, the way she moved in his lap. It was intoxicating and all that lust began to boil up inside of him again. He feared what he might do next if this kept going, if his lust remained unchecked. Honestly things might have gone farther if Rose had not spoken.
“I’m sorry daddy! I promise to be a good girl!”
Zorul stopped, full stopped. He looked down at her and just stared before he found his voice again. “I’m sorry but what?” At his age, maybe it was just his hearing finally beginning to go. He wasn’t young anymore, not even close, he had to have misheard.
Now her voice was hesitant. “I.. I promise to be a good girl.”
“Yes, I heard that part, but the other thing?” Zorul waited, hoping it was his old ears, because this was not something he was sure he was prepared to deal with.
“Um.” Rose hesitated, squirmed a bit, then somewhat deflated in his lap. “Daddy?”
“So, I did hear that right. Is this something you would like to explain?”
After a pause. “No, not right now. Later, just, can we keep going? I was almost there.”
Zorul sputtered and dropped the brush in surprise. Why the little minx was, how dare she. Of course he ignored his erection and his own lust, because this had to be dealt with. He was absolutely not a hypocrite by any means.
“Please?”
That gave him pause. There was something genuine in her tone. Zorul realized that while this would change things, it would change everything. He did not have the will power within him to deny his Rose anything.
“For that you are getting extra, move your tail.” Zorul pulled away the bottom of her little body suit, throwing the tatters on the ground. His hand met bare flesh as he continued her spanking bare bottomed. If he needed it would be easy to retrieve the brush but for now he wanted to feel her skin heat up under his hand.
Oh the sounds she made woke something in him and he found his control slipping easily as he spoke to her, admonishing her like a petulant child who had displeased an actual parent. “You will learn not to break other people's things. Naughty girl. Daddy is very displeased.” The words came easily as his hand struck over and over again.
The sounds from the closet should have alerted him that they were not alone, but he was too engrossed to notice them. Dart was enjoying the show in a carnal fashion and he wasn’t about to be shooed from his hiding spot. He had plans for Rose later if he could talk her into it. For now his hand would have to do. The show was hot and seeing how much Zorul had changed gave him some ideas to help push this new corruption along.
“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy from now on? I want to hear you say it Rose.”
“Yes daddy! I will be good, I promise I will be, ooh, oh I will be so good.” Rose wiggled and squealed “harder daddy! I deserve it” She was so close now. If he stopped she would be so put out. Right on the edge.
Zorul slapped her ass harder, watching it bounce. He could feel the wetness against his hand. He could feel that she was close. There was so much more he wanted to do, things he was imagining that were wrong, but he couldn’t stop. He would give her this, just this once, and never again. They would have a talk and this would not escalate.
“That’s right sweetheart, be a good girl and cum for daddy.”
Rose cried out loudly, her body arching in his lap and she trembled from the pleasure. Finally getting the attention she had wanted from him for so long. She spread her legs, hoping for more, wishing for more before her orgasm had completely finished. “Yes daddy!”
Zoral was panting, desperately trying to reign in his own desires, his own lust. She was beautiful like this. Maybe, maybe it could happen again. Just a spanking when she misbehaved, nothing more, nothing past this. Already that never again was fading into the background. As he caught himself licking the moisture off of his hand.
Dart had finished before Rose did, he watched them quietly, plotting. He would proposition Rose. Promise to help her seduce their master fully, if she gave him something in return. Yes this would work out nicely for him in the end. After all, this was a warlock of his own making, a master that he knew would never abuse him. Dart actually liked Zorul, and in his own weird demonic fucked up way, he genuinely thought that this was helping. Afterall, it was him that suggested the brush to Rose when she couldn’t find a belt.
Kinktober Day 2 Prompts: Vibrator on genitals~Riding the horse~Slutty clothing (private)
Fandom: Original [Auchendale Archives]
Tags: Sex Toys, Riding the horse, slutty clothing, dom/sub
Pairing: Lucien/Ember
[Author's Note: Getting back into the world of Auchendale and starting off with something outside of the main story. Don’t worry Darnok & Lia have some stuff planned for this month. So we will get back to it when those days pop up. ]
Ember was relaxing in the VIP lounge on one of the smaller loveseats, mostly keeping to herself. She had a glass of wine she had been nursing for an hour, mostly just people watching. She missed Lia, but understood that her friend needed a break and it was nice that she wasn’t just moping around but off visiting family. A welcome event that Ember hoped would not only raise her friends spirits, but would give her the space she needed as well.
The temperature nearby had changed and suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Lucien was perched on the couch with her. Ember raised a brow. She had known him a long time, considered him a friend. Well, in so much as anyone really could anyway. The man was a true enigma and someone that Ember hadn’t really spent too much alone time with. It was almost always with the group, or he was an observer. He watched her sessions enough that it had made her curious.
“And what brings you my way tonight Lucien? I don’t have a scene planned.” It was an easy enough question and she just blinked a bit when he shifted in his seat, his eyes seeming to glow and change colors though that just as easily could have been a trick of the light.
“I am aware. You looked somewhat bored dearest Ember. Perhaps you would be willing to indulge me tonight?”
Raising a brow slightly Ember knew better than to blindly agree. “Depends on what you are asking of me. I don’t want to be tricked into cleaning up gear, again.” She chuckled, it was years ago, but she wasn’t going to let him live it down. Prank or no, which was a little strange as he didn’t seem the type, she still wasn’t going to give him a chance to trick her again.
“No worries my dear, I simply require company for the evening. Would you be interested? I promise I won't bite unless you ask me to.”
Ember paused and thought about it for a moment. Company could mean anything with him. She had seen him playing cards with a group of subs once, so anything was on the table, but he had been correct. She was bored and now she was curious. “Ok, Lead the way handsome, but this best not be a trick!”
“Never my dearest, I have learned my lesson on that. Well for now anyway, I really do desire company. Follow me please.”
Lucien led Ember to the private rooms that only the VIP guests could use. There was more equipment available and the rooms were just nicer. It was also quiet and there was less chance of someone interrupting them should they take too long. The room had a variety of kink furniture, a box of toys, and a wardrobe full of outfits.
“What I desire is, a bit more than what you might be used to from me Ember. I would like to see just how many orgasms your body can handle, is that play you would be agreeable to engage in?”
Ember paused and tilted her head at him. “What do you get out of this, exactly?”
“Why, your pleasure of course. By now you should know how I work, Ember. This is how I play, it is what brings me the most joy, the most pleasure.” He paused. “Well, that and I want you to pick the absolute sluttiest outfit from that selection that you can find. Are you comfortable with this?”
It took her a moment to consider the offer. Honestly, it sounded easy, but that was the problem. Nothing was ever to be taken at face value with Lucien. Still, she had not ever tested just how many times she could cum before. It could be fun, intense, but fun. “I agree.”
“Delightful, please, pick something. Color is not important, though it would be better if it had easy access, but I will let you choose. I want you to be comfortable, we could be here for a while.”
Ember laughed lightly, she knew he was not joking. Lucien enjoyed drawing things out, taking his time. He was patient, more so than anyone she had ever met. In a battle of wills she was certain he never lost. It was something she admired about him, and it didn’t hurt that in her eyes he really was quite handsome. She had never found his appearance frightening, a little off putting at first, but never scary. Now that she knew him, well, she just stopped that train of thought right there. Best to go pick out a nice outfit.
After sorting through a variety of options Ember settled on a mix up of items. No one set really worked. It was either too cliche or not nearly nasty enough. She wore a collar with a leash that also had chains running down to clamps that were on her nipples. For panties she picked a nice teal crotchless set that had pearls that were strung to slide on either side of her inner labia, they felt really good on and she imagined this would be fun for Lucien. Along with those she found some matching thigh highs and some heels. To add just a bit of nasty to the look, she added a skirt that was barely long enough to be considered so. It left little to nothing to the imagination, but it hid just enough to have that tantalizing feel.
“Delicious, oh Ember you do know how to dress to please. Come here, let me enjoy the sight of you.” Lucian had been sitting in a large chair, watching Ember choose her outfit. It was part of the pleasure for him. Just observing as she fell into her own thoughts and seemed to forget he was there. Honestly anything would have worked. He had stocked this room only with items he liked, but she had chosen so very well. The skirt was his favorite addition to the look, something about it just elevated the outfit and he planned to enjoy this for as long as she could hold out.
Patting his thigh Lucien gestured for Ember to join him. “Sit darling, let me look at you.” Guiding Ember into his lap Lucien let his eyes linger on her body, the fire within them growing as he felt that need twist within him. Oh yes, this was perfect. Leaning in he nuzzled at her neck, taking in the scent of her. So unique, but then everyone was. He loved her scent, the undertones of ink, spice, something deeper. Exhaling he kept his eyes closed for a moment until he was certain they were back to normal.
“Very good, let's get you over to the bed. I will not be tying you down, I feel it might be too much and I want you to feel free to move as much as you would like.” Lucien guided Ember to the bed and had her lay back in a relaxed position. Stepping away he made a selection of toys from the chest and brought over a few bottles of lubrication, it was always best to have a decent selection.
Lucien waited for Ember to get comfortable, his eyes roaming over her body slowly, taking in every curve, every small detail on her form. How soft her skin looked, the contrast of her colorful tattoos against the paleness of her skin tone. The bounce of her breasts as she moved. Even her scars were beautiful to him. The imperfections of the human form were part of what drew him in. He wasn’t interested in dolls or statues, he wanted something warm and real.
Selecting a small bullet vibe, Lucien decided to start slow. Teasing it up her arm, and in small circles around her stomach until she giggled. He smiled at her, his sharp teeth glinting in the low light. Gently he traced around her breasts, avoiding her nipples for now. Watching her squirm was delightful and he was tempted to tickle her more, but that wasn’t what he was after today.
Moving to one nipple, then the other, he could tell when the mood changed and Ember became focused on the pleasure. Her breathing was a bit more erratic, she moved to chase the sensation as opposed to pull away from it when it tickled. Her thighs squeezed together as if she was trying to dislodge some sensation there. It pleased him and he leaned in again to take in her scent and nuzzle her neck. “Oh how lovely your pleasure is my dear, but I want more, so much more.”
As patient as he was, he also had desires to fill and they did have somewhat of a limit on their time. Leaning back, he moved the toy down her stomach and over the skirt to her exposed thigh. His grin grew as she spread her legs for him, the invitation obvious. Pushing the skirt up out of his way Lucien licked his lips at the sight of her. Those panties were perfect and the pearls would absolutely help later.
Gently, slowly, teasingly, Lucien slid the vibrator over her mons, the outer lips, then her inner folds, avoiding the clit for now. The teasing would go a long way to getting that first orgasm much quicker, and once she started, he intended for it to go on for as long as her body would allow. The vibrator was set to medium for now, a nice middle range of intensity. Not too low, not too high. Pushing it between her folds he let it vibrate at her entrance, watching the subtle almost restrained buck of her hips, as if she was trying to control her movements and not give away how much she liked it.
Lucien could hear Ember begging in her mind for more, it was so loud it was as if her thoughts were screaming. At least that is what her body language had given him. Whether or not he could actually read minds was a secret that would probably follow him to the grave, though some people just thought louder than others and wore their thoughts on their faces. This time it was Embers whole body screaming at him for more even though she hadn’t uttered a word.
The sound of her whimpering made him give in and Lucien finally touched the vibe to her clit. It was electric, seeing her arc into it, her hips arching up off the bed as her thighs shook. She was so close he could taste it. Quickly he turned the vibe up to high and watched in delight as her first orgasm washed over her. Face contorted in beautiful pleasure as her whole body tensed then relaxed. It was intoxicating and he hovered over her, taking in the pleasure that was radiating off her body.
Lucien did not let up, keeping the vibrator on its highest setting he kept it pressed to her clit, testing to see how easily she could be pushed to a second orgasm after the initial one and he was not disappointed. It took only a bit over a minute for that pleasure to crest and wash over her again, he could see the clench of her core as she went over the edge again. He felt his control slip just slightly as the desire to taste almost overwhelmed him, but Lucien remained firmly in his spot.
“Your pleasure is exquisite, my dearest Ember.” Pulling the small vibrator away and turning it off he leaned down to check on her. “Are you interested in clitoral only, or would you like penetration as well?”
Ember gave Lucien a long look, she was genuinely thinking about it because she was curious what might feel better. “I think a couple with penetration would be nice, but if we want to max out my orgasms, clitoral is going to be the way to go.”
“Excellent, I do want you to be nice and sensitive before you ride the horse.” He stated with a smile as he grabbed a couple of new toys. From the bedside table. One was a phallus shaped toy that had vibrations and thrusting motions. Lubing it up Lucien slowly slid it in, letting Ember get used to the sensation and leaving it in while turned off. Then he grabbed a butterfly vibe and used some clips to help secure it to her panties so it would stay seated on her clit. Both toys remained off for now. “Did you need anything before we begin again?”
Ember shook her head and tried not to brace herself or clench up from anticipation. She knew it wasn’t going to hurt, but the excitement was getting to her. Chewing on her lip she watched Lucien as he finished situating the toys, his hand holding the dildo vibe as he turned the butterfly vibe onto low. It buzzed pleasantly against her clit and felt nice after two orgasms. Then he turned on the dildo, and at first she didn’t feel much, just a light vibration, until it began thrusting slowly.
It didn’t take too long for the pleasure to build as Lucien slowly dialed up the intensity of both toys. It was at the midway mark that Ember felt herself becoming eager for more. She wanted something she couldn’t put into words. There was this intense need, no, craving inside of her that she felt could never be satisfied. She found herself begging for things she didn’t understand and watched as Lucien’s eyes stayed locked on hers. They were glowing, it was no trick of the light. Even if the shadow on his face moved, his eyes glowed bright.
Ember begged for him to turn the toys up higher, she was so close to another orgasm and she needed it so badly. The thrusting of the toy hit just right, and so much harder than before. The highest setting had her thighs shaking as she came hard, squirting on the toy, but it didn’t stop. As one wave of the orgasm felt like it would subside, she felt another building, this time focused more in her clit and she came again. Four more times she would cum from these toys and the relentless pace Lucien set, even when she tried to pull away he made sure the toys stayed perfectly seated.
Ember was drunk with pleasure and lost track of how much she had cum. After the penetrative toy soaked her and the bed, Lucien had pulled it out and taken away the butterfly only to break out the wand. She knew how powerful this toy was as she had one at home, there was no doubt that her orgasms would climb to the double digits easily. She had seen long term couples play this way,and the number of orgasms the sub experienced with this toy alone was what sold Ember on it in the first place.
She was positively cum drunk, damn near delirious and unable to form a full sentence when she realized she had not felt anything for a few seconds. Opening her eyes, not being sure when she closed them, Ember looked curiously at Lucien and was shocked. He did not look like himself. His face, something about it was off. In this moment there was no way anyone could have mistaken this man for a human, but what he was, well that was still a question. He was clearly fighting with his own control and in a blink, he was almost back to the Lucien she knew. Ember could almost argue that what she saw was just a hallucination caused by her pleasure-addled mind.
“Why did you stop?”
Lucian’s voice was deep, a haunting echo to it. “You were overwhelmed, and I was becoming lost in it.”
His voice did something to her. Fear wasn’t the right word, but it also wasn’t the wrong one. Ember laid there, panting as she began to feel her body coming back to her. She wiggled her fingers and toes just to test, and slowly her limbs responded. She was gradually feeling more like herself, though still weirdly eager to continue. “I never got to ride the horse.” Ember pouted.
His laugh broke through the tension easily. It was a deep laugh, that echo still on the edge but not filling his voice anymore. “You are easily my favorite person Ember, easily. I do admire your eagerness, but are you sure you are up for that? It can be intense in the best of situations.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time. I know the ones we have here have comfort padding so it isn’t actual torture.”
“You are correct, and I would never. I am not interested in causing pain, only pleasure. Here let me help you.”
Lucian moved to lift Ember and carried her over to the bondage furniture. It had already been prepared for his use and the horse had the optional riding wedge added on top, he chose the one with the nice padding so that it would add to the comfort. It took a few moments to get her legs strapped in, he needed to make sure she wouldn’t fall if her balance was lost, or if the feeling in her legs went. The pearls added pressure to her outer folds and clit as the ridge of the riding wedge pressed along her slit and pushed against the center of her clit more firmly.
“There my dear. Now ride. I want you to rock your hips, I want to see you chase your own pleasure first. After that I will help you.”
Ember felt energized again, which was a little strange, but she wasn’t going to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. She rocked her hips, riding the padded wedge on top of the bondage horse. It put intense pressure on her clit as well as between her inner folds, she could feel it rubbing against her slightly swollen and sensitive opening and it only added to her pleasure. Ember did as she had been commanded and chased her orgasm. Crying out as she came hard her hips rocking and grinding into the firm wedge beneath her, her cum dripping down the sides.
She was panting as she felt Lucien holding her up. She turned to see that glow again. This time it was his breathing that was erratic. He looked wild, almost possessed. Then his lips were on hers. A kiss that was passionate but somehow felt dangerous. Ember tasted the barest hint of blood as Lucien suddenly pulled back, his lips slightly pink as he stared at her.
“Ember, I.. I did not mean to.” Lucien never lost control. Well, almost never. This was becoming dangerous. The longer he played with her, the more he wanted and there were lines he knew he could never cross. “I apologize for the lapse in my control.”
Ember smiled gently at him. “It's ok Lucien, we are friends, I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. You have sharp teeth, the risks of making out with you I suppose, But I think it is worth it.” She laughed lightly, “Unhook me from this thing and take me back to the bed. We can try this one again later, but I don’t have the leg strength to stay upright on it right now. Maybe we should have started here.”
Lucien looked a bit perplexed but just smiled that enigmatic smile as he unhooked her from the bondage straps and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he hovered over her. Hoping she couldn’t read his thoughts through his expressions, his mind was a swill of conflicting emotions.
“So, is this the part where we finally have sex?” Ember waggled her eyebrows at him and barked a sharp laugh that she covered up quickly at the sight of Lucien’s expression at that question. Clearly he had not seen that one coming and it was almost comical how shocked he actually looked. Ember had never seen his composure rattled in such a way. For the first time he actually almost looked human, though just as quickly as it had happened it was gone again as he cleared his throat.
“Ember, I am quite certain you do not want that. Also, and more pertinently, that is not what we agreed to during negotiations. I was after your pleasure. As I stated, your pleasure is my own.”
Cryptic as always, Ember just regarded him for a moment. Her expression was guarded. “Is it me that is the problem?”
“No” Lucien spoke softly. “Believe me, the temptation to give in to that request is damn near overwhelming, but for both our sakes and your safety, I must decline. At least this time, maybe in the future we could negotiate something in that realm, but not tonight. We still haven’t seemed to have hit your limit and I have a few more ideas if you are interested.”
Ember smiled gently, she wasn’t hurt or insulted. She knew Lucien had his ways about him and this was just one of them. Somehow she doubted that future date would ever come, but for now, she was happy with what he was willing to give, and she trusted him. Ember nodded and relaxed back against the bed. “Let's see if we can break some records ok?”
