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but picture this in human AU:
Marius on hands and knees on the bed, getting fucked by Armand hard & fast, and I mean hard, like bed shaking hard, he's sort of red in the face and whimpering and trembling, mouth open and moaning, absolutely getting railed, meanwhile Pandora is kneeling on the floor beside the bed, watching, touching Marius's face, petting his hair back, cooing at him and shushing him gently and telling him he's getting fucked so good, he's such a little slut, he's doing such a good job đ
#marius/pandora/armand#IS THIS POOLBOY AU OR PROFESSOR AU?#or a secret third thing#idk#i just want it okay!#simple italian perv#pool boy au
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poolboy au obiwan not even thinking about getting a prenup is driving me so insane omg. like, on one hand its so much because he KNOWS he can make anakin more dependant on him than satine ever was, he got to anakin younger, he knows he has the boy wrapped around his little finger and he has no intention of ever loosening his grip on him... but on the other hand... anakin looks at obiwan like he hung all the stars in the sky and he tries so hard to make obiwan happy and he tries so hard to impress him and its all very juvenile, really, and yet obiwan is so fucking enamoured by it all. between all the mental games of chess and trying to worm himself into ever facet of anakin's life... obiwan just cares so much about anakin and loves him so much that maybe it's HIM who cant picture a future without anakin, doesnt let himself do so, and so refuses to even entertain a possibility that anakin might, one day, want to love someone else. and it drives me BANANAS!!!! i love it so much, you always create such juicy and unique character dynamics in every au
obiwanâs out here so convinced he has the boy wrapped out his finger that he doesnât even notice heâs wrapped all up around anakinâs in return. a friend asks if he made the poolboy sign a prenup before marrying him and obi-wan gets so offended he kicks him off his latest movie even though the guy was the director. then he flies anakin to nice penthouse in the city getaway because thatâs what they deserve. obi-wan gets drunk on champagne and tells anakin âif you ever leave me promise to take all of me with youâ and anakin thinks thatâs so romantic but itâs obi-wan confronting the fact that anakin could leave and then take all his money and realizing heâd be more sad about the anakin part than the money part
#asks#pool boy au#obikin#mobi-wan is horrified of course#if he can leave you havenât trained him well enough
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(The Pool Boy)
((Remember that one post I made waaaaay back in the early days when everything was cool? Yeah well Iâm finally writing it))
Kerry Eurodyne remembers a time when he would have been embarrassed by Ariel seeing the state of the villa after a long night. But now he couldnât find it in himself to care. Both were used too it, just as much as Kerry was used to being shaken to make sure he was still alive and Ariel starting conversations way too early.
âKerry! Up! Breakfast!â Ariel was two seconds from pouring water over the rocker if he wasnât up in the next five seconds. Kerry knew the annoyance in his voice, this song and dance happened every morning.
The rocker followed the smell of food and winced at the bright lights, attempting to dim them but immediately got scolded by his cook. Claiming he âneeded them.â Kerry just figured he was in a bitchy mood today. Or maybe he himself was in the bitchy mood.
Ariel was talking a mile a minute while Kerry stared at his back and tried so hard to focus on what he was saying, but failed miserably. What on earth was this man on today?
âKerry!â
The older man winced, putting his hands over his ears for a moment. Was Arielâs voice always so loud? Or was Kerry just extremely hungover? When was the last time he was this hungover?
âDid you hear anything I just said?â If anyone saw them right now, Ariel could have been confused for a disgruntled lover not getting paid attention too.
âNo, I didnât. What the fuck did you say?â God he sounded awful. Ariel just rolled his eyes and put on a pot of tea.
âI said that we have a new guy coming in. Heâs on the younger side so be nice. Heâs gonna be helping Miguel out, with the pool or something. I dunno.â
âIâm always nice-â
âRemember that time I came in and you launched a bottle at my head at full force.â
âHey now, that was only because you came in at fuckin five am while I was in the zone, that was your fault.â
Ariel flipped him off then placed a heavenly plate of food in front of him. Kerry ate slowly, trying to keep himself from throwing up, and any mention of the pool boy gone from his mind- Ker donât call him a pool boy this is not a porno.
The thought made him laugh and Ariel looked up from his own food in confusion. Kerry stated once that Ariel could eat whatever he wanted, he cooked the food he should be allowed to enjoy it! And if he came in early enough, Miguel was welcome to join them too⌠Kerry needed to stop hiring only men. He wasnât even attracted to either of them, it just happened.
Ariel forced Kerry to drink the tea and honey he had made him, stating with as renowned as Kerry was for his voice, he took absolutely awful care of it. If Ariel knew Kerry when he was in his early years, heâd know Kerry was a princess about his voice. Now his chrome did most of the work and Kerry stopped caring as much. At this rate, Kerry was going to sing himself into the grave.
After breakfast was said and done and Kerry decided to be somewhat human today and take a shower, he wondered about the new hire. Honestly he wondered if he had been told at all, or had just not been listening when it came up. Either way, he trusted his gardener to not hire some complete clown.
What he wasnât expecting was a complete piece of Night City beauty standing by his pool, talking to Miguel. He was tall, built like a fucking merc, and had gorgeous red hair Kerry wanted to grab. Oh and he also didnât look a day past at least 26. And Kerry wasnât sure if he had reached that level of his celebrity meltdown yet of dating a guy that young.
âAbsolutely not, Kerry Eurodyne.â The voice behind him made him jump out of his skin. He needed a fucking bell on Ariel at this point, who was packed and ready to go to the store to restock Kerryâs fridge. âThat kid is like 28 and way not prepared to deal with you.â
âDeal with me?â Kerry asked, offended now.
âYou know exactly what I mean, Ker. Donât fuck your pool boy, thatâs just pathetic.â Ariel wasnât wrong⌠but fuck.
Over the next few weeks, Kerry had for the most part, stayed out of the kidâs way. He learned his name was V, when Kerry asked Miguel if that was it, he was told thatâs all the pool boy told anyone. He was from Heywood, his dad was apparently a ripperdoc in the city, and he liked boxing. Pretty basic if you asked Kerry.
But the weird part was that no one had seen him actually get into the pool. He somehow managed to avoid doing it every single time he was there, doing his work from the sidelines. He did a damn good job of it too, they were just impressed he could do it.
He was normally in and out, doing his job quickly and quietly to a point that Kerry honestly kinda forgot about him⌠until one morning.
Kerry had been on another work binge, up all night writing and composing, when he just happened to still be up when Vâs car rolled up. It was a hunk of junk and Kerry noted he needed to look at his pay. Pretty boy like that deserved better than a junk car.
It was way too early for any normal human being to be up and at em, but Kerry supposed he was awake too. Maybe it was high time for and introduction. Kerry forgot he actually had to introduce himself to people.
He walked out of the villa once he had put some more presentable clothes on, a cup of coffee warming his hands as the door slid shut behind him. The pool boy was hard at work, doing⌠whatever it was he did with the pool. Kerry actually had never taken care of this thing on his own⌠had his fame really made him this lazy.
âBit early for a swim, ainât it?â That was his opener? Dear god he was rusty. Alright, Ker, put on the charm.
The man turned his head over his shoulder in confusion, then his eyes widened. Kerry heard him swear before he stood up, drying his hands on a pair of cargo pants. Seriously what was this dudeâs deal? How do you work on a pool and not get in?
âShit Iâm sorry, hope I didnât wake you up- uh, Mr. Eurodyne?â He said it like a question, like he was testing what Kerry preferred to be called.
âKerrys fine, kid. And I wasnât sleeping, so youâre fine on that front⌠never answered my question though. The hell are you doing here at 5:30 in the morning?â
Fuck what was this dudeâs name? Z? Van? V! That was it. V looked perplexed, hands in his pockets as he examined Kerry for a moment.
âIâm always here early. I donât wanna be in anyoneâs way so I come and get my job done and then leave.â
It was kinda impossible to bother anyone with a face like that but okay. And also normally Kerry for the most part alone, unless Ariel was worried about him or Miguel needed extra hours, in which he just sat down with Ker and Ariel and had lunch or something. But this kid? Bothering them? Unlikely.
âAnd do what the rest of the day?â
V shrugged. âHelp my mom out at her bar, or my dad in his clinic. Or Yâknow, hide bodies.â Oh he thought he was funny did he?
âOh are you good at that? I actually have some in the bathroom I needed help moving.â Kerry shot back, earning a small laugh from the pool boy.
âI Uh⌠I should probably get out of your hair soon, donât wanna-â
âYou want a cup of coffee?â Kerry cut him off. Clearly this kid had some deep rooted issues and Kerry was too tired to ask why he felt like he was bothering him. So here they were.
âUh⌠sure.â Vâs voice was quiet, but Kerry didnât miss his small smile as he was lead inside. He wouldnât fuck his pool boyâŚ
Not yet.
#pool boy au#canât believe I just typed that#cyberpunk 2077#kerry eurodyne#cyberpunk kerry#kerry#cyberpunk v#male v#male v cyberpunk#vax eurodyne#kerry x v#kerry eurodyne x v#kerry x male v#kerry eurodyne x male v#cyberpunk Kerry x v#v x kerry#male v x kerry#cyberpunk v x Kerry#EuroV#otp: supernova
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wiggly wormy wednesday
Thanks @formosusiniquis for tagging me!!! Here's a thing inspired by that one fanart of Eddie in that one t-shirt that I can't find now
Steve works during the summer as a pool boy.Â
It's a good ego boost as he's been in high demand among the housewives in the area. His schedule is full, to the point he has to start declining some offers to have time for himself. When his phone rings with another job offer, he doesn't reject it right away because he's startled to hear a man's voice for a change. Then he hears he'll double the salary and he agrees.Â
The address he jotted down leads him to the oldest mansion in town, dark and looming over the neighborhood. He understands the raise in money now and is glad that he told Robin where he'll be.Â
The gate is open, so he pushes his way through the artfully neglected garden towards the door, where a note is waiting for him.
You'll find cleaning tools in the shed. Knock on the back door when you're done.
Steve knew of eccentric old people but this one was slowly taking the cake. He rounds the estate to find the pool behind it, and the cake is pulled out of his grip. Who in their right mind paints the pool red?Â
By the state it's in, it probably hasn't been used in weeks. The surface is fully covered in leaves and twigs, and the tiles around it are covered in grime. It's a wild 180 after being called to clean pools just so he can hand out sodas and towels to a group of old ladies, but he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.
Every now and then, he looks up from his work, expecting to find someone ogling him, but he never finds anyone. It's a weird thing to consider a constant of his job, but he came to expect it. Double-checking that he's really alone, he starts humming to himself to make the time go faster. If he's ever called here again, he might take a radio or a walkman with him.Â
He's done surprisingly fast, with the sun still high when he goes to knock on the back door. His curiosity is through the roof to see what kind of person his employer is.Â
He hears a click by his feet and when he looks down, he realizes the cat door has spat out an envelope. Inside he finds his payment and a note.Â
Will double it if you come at 5pm next week
So Steve does, not worried much because the sun is still up, even if it casts ominous shadows around the mansion.Â
In one of these dark corners, he spots a lawn chair, the shade doubled with a huge umbrella over it. He wonders if this time, some rich lady is going to join him. Or, the tiny bi-curious bone in his body supplies, the guy who hired him. For the time being, he focuses on his task.Â
It's so dark, that he almost misses it. But when he does a double take as he's swiping the poolside, he yells.Â
On the chair in the double shade, wearing all black, a huge straw hat, and sunglasses, sits a figure. Steve's eyes are confused as to why they're seeing a black-and-white picture in the middle of his technicolor world.Â
The figure raises its hand, making its features more distinguishable.Â
"Sorry!" says a voice Steve vaguely recognizes from the phone call. "Don't mind me, just getting my money's worth!" The man grins, sharp and bright, and relaxes against the chair with intent to stay, a glass of wine held in his hand.
Steve considers him for all of two seconds, before grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt. Fuck it. This is what half of the job is about anyway.
The fabric hits the ground, and he gets a surprisingly goofy whoop of approval.Â
tagging if u wanna join: @stevesjockstrap @yesdangerpls @stevieharringtonwifeguy @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly @adverbally
#wiggle wednesday#steddie#pool boy at the vampire mansion#vampire eddie munson#mine#steddie fanfiction#steddie thoughts#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie microfic#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#vampire!eddie munson#steddie au#pre steddie
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This one is dedicated to @shirokokuro, who made a lifeguard AU fic to fill the void where there was none.
Read it here! It's great: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51598429
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#modern au#mdzs au#nie mingjue#lan xichen#lan wangij#wei wuxian#I am still so flabbergasted. And boy it is such a treat of a fic. Thank you for making my dream come true. 5k+ is WILD!!!#You made me laugh so many times! The jokes were on point!#I have *not* been able to stop thinking about:#"Lan Zhan has half a mind to march over and explain aquatic safety to them.#(âWow you're so familiar with the pool rulesâ the lifeguard would swoon. âLet's run away together!â)â#The truly unhinged Lan Pining was very well done!#LWJ suffers emotionally but in only the most teenji way he possibly could.#Also I'm such a nerd - I love the fact you put links in for reference. Genuinely felt giddy each time#I will make people read this fic with every power bestowed upon me
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Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy Iâm going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito
teeheeeeeeeeeâŚ.. hereâs some more, aleks :â) enjoy :))))))
âEverybody thinks he looks like me, but I donât see it that way. Maybe itâs because every time I look at him, I see my wife and Iâm reminded of her [âŚ] Iâm a little biased so I see her in everything.âÂ
You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuutaâs latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, itâs taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears.Â
Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that youâd rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuutaâs career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. BesidesâYuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later.Â
The article wasnât entirely about you, or your familyâor at least, youâre sure it wasnât intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuutaâs current statements with something similar heâd said about you twelve years agoâat the very start of his professional career: âIf I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, itâs my girlfriend. Sheâs always believed in me, even when I didnât believe in myself. I wouldnât have qualified or even thought to qualify if it werenât for her.âÂ
It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didnât think it could be more than thatâyou didnât think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasnât enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldnât stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldnât love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full.Â
When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isnât just any racketâitâs an old one, one youâd given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea heâd kept it, but you suppose you shouldnât be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental.Â
âAh, there she is~â Yuutaâs voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed.Â
Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, âYou wanna be with your mama? Canât blame you, I missed her, too.âÂ
He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses.Â
âHow was the farmerâs market?â you question, letting the baby settle into your lap.Â
âGood, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know youâve been craving them,â Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your sonâs head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, âAhâI guess that interviewâs out. Heâs grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.âÂ
You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times heâs waxed poetic about his love for you, or his familyâhis cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him.Â
âItâs sweet. Youâre sweet,â you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuutaâs hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, âI didnât know you still had that racket.âÂ
âOf course, I keep everything you give me,â he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, âDid you⌠read all of it?âÂ
âAlmost, but no, why?â you question, with a light-hearted grin, âDid you say something that would lead the world to believe youâre somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.âÂ
Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that heâs laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.
Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, âMaybe⌠depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.âÂ
#answered#this is like... set before the press conference drabble and interview is like when the baby is maybe 9mos?#and comes out when baby boy is just shy of 1 year teehee#yuuta my wife my wife my wife okkotsu#has plenty of gold medals around his neck in pictures and the quotes are still oh i love my wife ~~~#SICK!!!! I NEED HIM!!#he would enjoy this level of fame i think bc he gets to yap to the whole word about his family#but then its still chill yk? like paparazzi dont stalk him people dont follow him and interrupt his day#he just gets to do what he loves and have enough money to support his family#and come back to you and your baby every day... dream life for him#also not pictured bc money and power is attractive sorry: the back porch door opens to the lounge/porch ofc#but beyond that pls imagine a regulation size tennis court#and all the expensive tennis accuoutrements one might need#see also also on the OTHER side of the backyard: the regulation size swimming pool that you dont need but yuuta thinks the kid(s) should#learn to swim... also for gojo LOLOLLLL#yuuta x reader#yuuta.ask#tennis au
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In your Red Knight AU, do you think the rest of the family set up a betting pool on who confess first?
More questions! Yay!
Okay, I did answer a question like this on ao3, so here's the answer:
Sam: Has bet that they literally will not confess until one or both is on the brink of literal actual final death
Tucker: Bet that Jason will confess first (he knows his best friend. He does. Which is why he is not betting on him)
Jazz: Did not place bets, thats so wrong!
She bet on Jason confessing on accident first. Then, him trying to cover it up and brush it off, then panicking and throwing together a novel worthy date in under an hour to 'officially make his intentions known'.
The ghosts have not placed bets because none of them actually see anything wrong with the pining. When dealing with immortal beings, their concept of how long it is appropriate to pine (or court) is skewed. For them its basically been like. A week. They also all still see them as đĽşbebes𼺠and don't really fully compute them actually dating and things.
#zee answers#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#and they were just like âarent they too young to date? theyve only been courting for like a day#the king and his red knight#the king and his red knight au#tkahrk#tkahrk au#dead on main#jason todd/danny phantom#jason todd/danny fenton#jason todd x danny fenton#ancients they're so stupid about this honestly#even Jazz is just so Done with the pining#Sam tried to get Ember and Kitty into the betting pool first#and they were like âarent they a little young? isnt that too soon? its been like. a dayâ#Kitty: Me and Johnny have been together for like ever. the boy have eternity they dont have to move fast#Sam just threw her hands up in frustration and refused to ask anymore ghosts about joining the bet. ghost dating norms are just weird to her
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more abt dragon ctommy design
#dream smp#c!tommy#ctommy#tommyinnit#dragon hybrid au#me doods#he a long sleek boy#kinda like that dragon in mulan lol#got all those webs and fins bc he is suited for the lava pools. helps him swim yk?#you can see how ass i am at drawing anything but humans lol#his wings folds really well on his torso#the claw thumbs can be used to pierce. folded wings are kinda like spears on his shoulders lol#he kinda drools lava. gross /j#imagine pressurized lava shooting at you
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Last summery art :(
It was supposed to be a simple sketch but I had too much fun rendering the pool
Poolboy!AU Tav from the @acrookedtouchofficial server
#tav a crooked touch#a crooked touch#bg3 fanart#illustration#pool boy!AU#art#my art#bg3#modern AU Tav
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literally a banger cause it's basically 11k of modern day obikin (but sorta dark and weird) having sex - aka the pool boy au
(mind the tags and the beginning notes!)
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Pool Boy au thoughts
Kerry helping Vax get over his fear of water by making out with him and dragging him back into the water with him
#brain pls work#iâm begging#cyberpunk 2077#kerry eurodyne#cyberpunk kerry#cyberpunk v#male v#male v cyberpunk#vax eurodyne#kerry#kerry x v#kerry eurodyne x v#pool boy au#otp: supernova
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Uhhhhh, surely it's been a quite long while...? Anyway! Yeah, still alive yet apparently not that active anymore. So please bear with my sticking to the older setting because?? BOY HERE HAS BEEN THROUGH A LOT AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN?!
#ninjago#ninjago au#?#like#Kai#but as the master of water?#and then you get Nya#as the master of fire#also#come to think about this#lord garmadon becomes quite distressed#cause boy his being-far-too-persistent-for-his-own-good bait won't hold still for even a second#let's not forget the fun fact that he's been hung above the deadly lava pool#for real#and keeps kicking and struggling and shouting and cursing#not to mention swaying around#cause#even if he's in danger himself#he would be more concerned for his sister's safety#hey#you can't tell me this is not true
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Wait you said the boys get a bit of slack from fazco right? So when they do the flower in y/nâs hat, or when they yell that they are their wife, would fazco do anything about it if guests like recorded it and put on social media?
Nope the wonderful thing is fazco has absolutely no say in how the boys manage their waterpark now! The only ties that fazco has to the park is their name included in affiliation, and them receiving payments for the branding pretty much.
So if some of the boys teasing with poor y/n gets posted on social media there would be no consequences, poor y/n though if their uncomfortable with being recorded.
If the boys catch on to your unease some unexplained technical problems may arise with peoples phones within your vicinity.
Because yeah thatâs the solution, not leaving you alone of course :)
#also thankfully since itâs a waterpark typically people donât keep their phones on their persons around the slides pools and such#sorry if you still donât like all the attention but I donât think youâre ready to interact with the boys in a private setting#fazco: wait we can get paid and not even have to do anything??? sign me up!#they boys got it allllll covered#hmmm#save for marketing#waterpark au#WP au asks#dca au#places flower on askers hat#waterspark
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Voretober Day 14 | Pool
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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?
What if that person is no longer entirely human?
CONTAINS SOFT VORE
Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore. Unwilling prey. Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone
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Scott felt like he was suffocating, both literally and metaphorically. And despite the fact something is physically constricting his chest, he knows from experience the sharp, twisting pain of being unable to breathe comes strictly from the latter.Â
Itâs a sensation heâs all too familiar with. The one he felt when Daniel knocked on the Cawthonâs door to ask if Vincent had stayed the night or if Scott knew where the eldest brother was. The one that grew and grew as they scoured the neighborhood, the woods, the town, searching high and low for any sign of where Vincent could have gone. The one that left him sitting in the room shared by Vincent and Anothony, staring blankly at the door as the Wright brothers talked about what they learned from their own investigations, praying his best friend would come sauntering in to ask why everyone was huddled up together.Â
Never did he think it would ever be caused from Vincent betraying him.
It felt like an eternity from when his best friend swallowed him whole, to when he lands in a nearly pitch-black area where the walls arenât crushing him on all sides, making it impossible to even scream. But despite his newfound freedom, Scott can only curl into a ball, breaths fast and shallow as he tries to wrap his mind around what just happened.Â
Vincent ate him. Vincent ate him. He was just swallowed by his best friend. Was given nothing more than a sorry before he was eaten.Â
Oh God, he was eaten. Heâs inside his best friendâs stomach oh God.Â
At the realization heâs most likely sitting in a pool of acid, Scott frantically scrambles away with a fearful scream, flailing in the attempt to wipe away the substance coating his arms and legs in the desperate hope he can get it off in time before he gets burned.Â
Itâs an impossible task. He canât tell whatâs saliva and what isnât, and in his attempt to get away he only succeeds in colliding with a wall. One thatâs warm, and wet, and it seems to wrap around him.Â
Scott doesnât scream, doesnât try to get away. He knows all too well how impossible it is to escape from a giant. So instead he breaks down and sobs.Â
Why? Why did Vincent eat him? Scott trusted him, didnât even ask about what made purple man âinhumanâ. Because no matter how long itâs been, no matter where he went, it was still his best friend...right?Â
Apparently itâs not. Apparently Vincent got replaced by something pretending to be the person Scott trusted more than anyone, had missed more than anything, couldnât stand the idea of letting him leave again. Apparently this was a mistake.Â
Maybe he shouldâve asked why Vincent didnât originally want to bring Scott with him. Maybe he shouldâve demanded to know what happened during those 6 years. Maybe he shouldnât have trusted so blindly.Â
As he finally allows himself to mourn for his best friend, something he never so much as contemplated before knowing Vincent would come back to him, he slowly becomes aware of the sounds around him. Of a familiar heartbeat that now echos around him. Of a low rumbles that seem to be words that are too distorted to understand. Of a quaking thud thatâs rhythmic and steady before dying down to start back up after a few moments.Â
Recognizing them as footsteps, Scott feels another wave of despair roll through him at the knowledge he is insignificant to the giant. Despite all theyâve been through, what they promised each other, he means nothing to Vincent.Â
Thatâs when the wall heâs leaning against seems to shove him, earning Scottâs attention. Not wanting to go down without a fight, he elbows it hard, anger at being treated like some kind of snack winning over his terror at knowing whatâs going to happen next. And for a moment, nothing happens, letting him curl back up to properly wallow in misery peacefully. Heâs given a full minute before heâs shoved at again.Â
A yell of anger erupts as Scott turns to place both his hands against the warm wall before shoving back with all his might. Sputters when it pushes back. Because even though heâs never been inside a stomach before, heâs fairly certain thatâs not supposed to happen.Â
Now more confused than anything, Scott finally properly takes in his surrounding. Jolts at the realization he shouldnât be able to really see anything right now, and yet thereâs definitely a distinct glow.Â
That shouldnât be possible. Skin isnât translucent, and humans donât have lights inside of them. Then again, they also canât grow to the size of a skyscraper to eat their best friend, so whoâs to say there arenât more things Vincent can do.Â
...and things he canât. And suddenly, Scott remembers he had been told the purple man can no longer eat. That itâs impossible for him to.Â
Stunned, Scottâs eyes slowly trail over his arms currently covered in saliva. Winces from disgust, but not from pain at a burning sensation. A pat down reveals he has absolutely no injuries with his clothes still completely intact.Â
âAre you serious, Vincent!â Scott screams.Â
Once again, his answer is the echoing sound of a swallow.Â
Before he can think about what that could possibly mean for him, a dark shape lands about a foot away from him. One that sits up and seems to look around before jolting.Â
Thereâs a soft gasp. âAre you Scotty!âÂ
Scottâs mouth falls opens. Because that was English. And thatâs the voice of a young child. âW-What?âÂ
âSorry, did I say it wrong?â they ask. âScott-y?âÂ
âN-No, thatâs right,â Scott breathes, now not entirely sure if he isnât still sleeping and currently having the worst nightmare imaginable. âUh, w-who are you?âÂ
âVincent calls me Mikey!â the figure introduces as they make their way over. As they get closer, Scott can finally make out their features. Feels his chest tightens when he sees two eyes, a head of dark hair, an expression of genuine elation. âItâs really nice to meet you!âÂ
Itâs a human boy. Scott is currently speaking with a human child who looks no older than thirteen. Someone who has been gifted with a nickname.Â
This was the person they were looking for. And Vincent just swallowed him.Â
Suddenly, everything around them jumps, Scott gasping at the brief feeling of weightlessness. Itâs gone as quickly as it came, but in its place the footsteps are now much quicker with Vincentâs heart beating twice as fast.Â
âWhat happened?â he asks, unsure who or what he can trust, but thereâs only so much he can do while inside a God forsaken stomach.Â
âLady Bal didnât want to sell me,â the kid, Mike begins in a somber tone. âSo Vincent grabbed me when she wasnât looking and tried to sneak out. I think she realized though, so it sounds like heâs running instead of hiding.âÂ
Itâs a surreal feeling being told that Vincentâs currently running. It certainly sounds like it, but itâs nearly impossible to tell other than the footsteps being a little more prominent. Itâs eerie not knowing whatâs going on. Itâs horrifying to know he was eaten only minutes ago. Itâs also a little concerning just how much a fellow human isnât effect by the fact he too was swallowed whole.Â
Scott looks down at his companion. Realizes the kidâs been watching him with wide eyes.Â
God, what a day this turned out to be. âSo youâre the one who helped Vince get back to Earth?âÂ
Mike perks up at being addressed, nodding his head fervently. âI did! And youâre his best friend he told me lots about!âÂ
And yet this is one more thing said best friend failed to tell him about. But his anger is toward the person theyâre talking about, not who heâs speaking to. âHe didnât share an embarrassing stories about me, did he?âÂ
The kid gives a wry smile. âNope, only good ones.âÂ
The corners of Scottâs mouth twitches at the response word for word exactly what Vincent would have couched someone to say for such a question. âThatâs a shame. For every story he told, I wouldâve had to tell one of his.âÂ
The kid looks like a deer in headlights, caught between wanting to hear what blackmail there is against the purple man, and trying to keep his promise of not revealing how much Vincentâs told him. âCan we trade?âÂ
âWe can trade,â Scott agrees. âWhat do you have to offer?âÂ
Anything to get his mind off the fact his best friend ate him. Forget heâs having a conversation inside a stomach. Occupy him so he doesnât think about how much time it will take until heâs allowed out, if he is.Â
âHmm,â Mike hums thoughtfully, trying to find something worthy enough. âOh! When he first grew, I followed him everywhere to help him practice walking around someone super small. But he was so afraid of accidentally crushing me that if I got too close, heâd sit down on the ground and stay there until I walked away. The first few times he did it, though, I thought he was offering me to climb up, so heâd sit there for hours because he didnât want to pick me up.âÂ
Scott wonât lie, thatâs something he can definitely use against Vincent in the future, especially with how confident he is at letting someone walk right next to where heâs about to stand. Heâs a lot more interested in what the story implies, however. That Mike is the reason the purple man had so much practice at being a giant. That the kid was there when Vincent first grew.Â
âNow your turn,â Mike grins before Scott can ask for more information. âDo you know what happened that made him hate ba-nan-as?âÂ
Thereâs no stopping his smile at the memory of why exactly Vincent holds a personal vendetta against that particular fruit. âThat was actually because he was making pudding. He had a few overripe bananas set aside to use for it, but while he had his back turned, one of his brothers came in carrying a big box. When they put in on the counter, a corner landed on them and made them explode everywhere. It took him forever to get the smell of banana out of his hair and swore never to cook with them again.âÂ
The kidâs head tilts with interest. âWhat does it smell like?âÂ
The young man hesitates. âHave you never eaten one before?âÂ
âI wish,â Mike murmurs. âIâve also really wanted to try pasta, but the closest thing Vincent could find was...I think he called it red? No, bread!âÂ
Scott stares for a moment. âHave you ever been to Earth, Mike?âÂ
He regretted asking as soon as the words left his mouth. Because he knew what the answer was. Knew the kid who spoke of being totally unafraid of following a giant who doesnât know how to be a careful one and didnât blink twice at the fact he was eaten couldnât have grown up on the planet where such things were impossible.Â
He couldâve kept himself blissfully ignorant, shouldâve. But thereâs no taking it back, not as Mike shakes his head.Â
âNo, but Vincent says it looks a lot like Colossus!âÂ
#Voretober 2024#Day 14 | Pool#FNAF bois#g/t#giant#tiny#Space AU#BTE writing#cw#content warning#cw vore#content warning vore
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Bloody and Harvest learn magic
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Not canon as of now but this feels like a very year three thing for them alongside the whole mechanics thing
Have an extra drawing of them with the giant scythe
#my boys#my beautiful boys#they deserve to be cool#the coolest once in a while#sams au#sams bloodmoon#tsams bloodmoon#sams bloodtwins#Quiet Throes in Pooling Oil#they learn Ice magic due to their overheating problems#but end up freezing themselves most of the time#teleportation because itâs extremely useful in a day to day basis *and* they get to mess with people#not pictured here but healing magic#specifically healing food which would be very funny because theyâd 100% make the most vile dish ever and make it and instant cure for flu#and shadow magic because they got fed up with their fear of the dark and decided they would just control the dark#conquer your fears#literally
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