Hiii! Do you ever see yourself revisiting the Foolish/Eret/Vegetta fic you wrote? With the mommy kink and the um. the lactation kink
I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently
🐺 wolfy @butchfoolish
Admittedly I'm a bit on the fence because I had more ideas but then Eret (the cc not the character) was doing some things that gave me pause like defending their partner who had SA allegations and that weirded me out. I think I will write another chapter, but that'll be the end of it. I originally had more planned but that made me take a step back from writing Eret the character. Thanks for the ask!
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I noticed there’s no note indicating it’s your own work on your repost of Moment’s Silence. I think it might be a good idea to add a disclaimer like that. (Btw, should I unsubscribe from the old one since it won’t be updated?)
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Oh shit yeah adding a note is a good idea, I'll do that! And yeah id unsubscribe from that, I plan on deleting the ones from my anon postings. Ya boy has just been busy with school and such ;w;
for the writing game, pac w 72? Any pairing you want :> -mushie
Decided to go a little out of my usual zone so CellTW in purgatory be upon ye
Kinks: Revenge Sex, degradation, Minor knifeplay(?), Minor Predator/Prey
Prompt: 72. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”
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Purgatory was not the place that Pac thought he'd make Cellbit his bitch, but here he was. Riding the man's cock, growling out instead of moaning. A knife to Cellbit's throat. Blood stained underneath Pac- his lips were a chewed up bloody mess. Cellbit had bites and bruises that only Pac could leave littering his body to bloom with wine red, purple, blue, and yellow. A messy array of violence. His own mouth tasted like iron.
He growled out as he moved his hips again, smacking away the hands that attempted to grab at him. This wasn't for Cellbit. This wasn't for his team. This wasn't for anyone but himself. Something nervous flashed in the taller man's eyes his mouth opening to speak, and it made Pac's smile grow wolfish.
"I don't want to hear any words coming from you, queridinho." Pac spat out, reveling at the cool press of the blade into the man's throat- enough to draw more blood still- and how it made Cellbit's mouth snap shut.
Pac's laugh of pure glee twisted into panting. Part of him hated how good Cellbit felt inside him. How good Cellbit filled him up, how thick and stretched it made Pac feel in the best way.
"I want you to know this. Know the fucking pain of trusting someone only to have that trust ripped out of your fucking guts." He growled out, angling himself in a way that made Cellbit cry out, making his hips stutter.
He wasn't even trying to grab onto Pac anymore, his hands opting for the dirt in the ground as he whined out again.
"Maybe I should leave you like this," Pac managed out, "That way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?"
Cellbit's eyes widened. A fear unlike anything Pac had ever seen filled the man's gaze. It was thrilling. To be the reason for that fear, not on its receiving end. 'Yes,' his thoughts were moving quickly, his veins pumping with the adrenaline of catching up to prey.
'Yes, fear me, fear me the way I've feared you. Feel the way I felt when you took me and mangled me, again and again and again'.
Pac cackled. "Awww, little kitten's afraid of being seen?"
Cellbit nodded, whimpering with every thrust. Oh he was close.
The smile on Pac dropped, and he leaned close, the two mere inches apart. "I want everyone to see you here. Beneath me. Crying and whining and scared." His voice was deathly quiet, a secret only they two shared.
"If Baghera saw you here, the other teams, The Eye oh how'd weak you look being bested by me when the first time you hurt me you had much much less."
Pac cackled, pulling away, making Cellbit go deeper, his hips moving faster. Cellbit couldn't quiet himself. His keening was enough to make birds fly away, tears forming in the man's eyes from the pleasure.
"Well. At least they'll be able to see your body."
Before Cellbit could react, Pac moved the knife and stabbed directly into the man's stomach, the taller man's eyes wide as he coughed out blood that gurgled in his throat.
Pac grinned, moving himself off, and watching with pure delight as Cellbit spasmed, tried to crawl his way over to Pac to do something, anything, but was too weak to do so. Soon, Cellbit was barely moving at all. Only twitching.
Pac sighed, relaxed for once in this pure hell, as he dressed himself. Cellbit would respawn. But the body, naked and with a knife buried exactly where Cellbit stabbed him?
