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Descent
CW: non-human Whumper, dub-con kiss (non-sexual), mind control
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Just a quick dip in the lake was all they wanted to end the day. Their friends were already busy to collect lukewarm soda from their trunks and wood for the campfire, so Whumpee didn't notice how far they had drifted towards the lake's center. They wondered at how untouched this side of the valley looked, as they laid on their back, greeting the last shadows of dusk.
A faint hum pulled them from their thoughts. With nobody in sight and a queasy feeling under their heart, Whumpee decided to get back to shore again; the others sure needed help with something.
The sound only continued to get louder and without a warning, Whumpee felt a cool stroke on their calf, just for a second. They hated the algae in here, the grossest part about skinny-dipping.
As quickly as it had left, it returned. This time on their left foot, and trying to shake the irritating greens off didn't seem to work. The humming peaked and with that, their underwater treading was becoming weaker and weaker.
Another weed wrapped itself around their ankle, Whumpee was panting heavily by now and more than annoyed with-
A quick tug at their leg pulled them down under the surface, not leaving a single noise to be heard. After a few seconds of shock and disorientation, Whumpee tried to grab their ankle to pull the deadly plants off, but the second they touched what was holding on, they were released again.
Growing desperate for air, they struggled to gain any distance from the lake's ground, as the force returned, violently tugging their body a few good meters deeper.
Whumpee flailed uselessly, trying to catch whatever attacked them. As the tiny swarms of bubbles finally stopped clouding their vision, they registered a shape just an arm's length in front of them. It reached forward, grabbing them at their bare shoulders.
Whumpee let out a silent scream, fear leaving them in a bubble that made its way up to the surface. It seemed as all strength had left them, unable to produce more than writhing in its clasp, the unknown creature held their limp body between their arms.
Their head inched closer and with the last bit of light left, Whumpee could make out a round face, nearly human, but with unnatural angular features and gills right under their ears. Before they could loose their last breath, the humming returned, rippling between them like a purr, and let a sense of calm flow over Whumpee in waves.
Unable to make it stop, the sharp, pointed teeth of the creature kept getting closer and closer, until Whumpee was pulled into an icy but gentle kiss.
The sound continued, seemingly getting more and more soft, settling down on their already heavy eyelids. Avid for another breath, they too returned the pressure on their lips and inhaled as much oxygen as they were allowed.
Throughout the murky water of the lake, Whumpee could make out the creature's familiar looks, but just under their hips, nearly translucent skin faded into a shimmering pattern. Scales, smooth and dark as the climbing plants around them.
The jade hue let the fractured rays of sunlight reflect off them, and the creature pressed Whumpee tight against their slick body. A few last attempts to free themself fell flat, the water turning pleasantly warm and dim around them. They would love to stay and listen to their lullaby just a bit longer.
Satisfied with their catch, the creature held their prize even closer, careful to keep them safe and breathing. They couldn't wait to show off the newest addition to their treasure trove. Skin to scales, both drifted down, caught in an infinite embrace.
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#too many wips#I don't know what you guys like the most#Or how many are actually reading my stories 😬#whump
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How’s was Sam’s childhood, what was it like?
[Masterlist] | Ask game
I'm just going to abuse this ask as a little interview-switcheroo for Sam. Takes place after this.
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One simple inquiry about Shepard's peculiar service offering turned into a medical check-up in the blink of an eye. Sam was guided to lay on their side for a better access to the throbbing wound, and if it hadn't been for Birdie insisting on changing the dressing once more, they would've long gone insane.
"If meditation is your biggest fear, wait until I tell you about tetanus."
"My biggest fear was that y'all reek like hell."
The stinging pain made more honesty spout than planned, yet the young mother just tutted: "We are all for natural purity, but if you're interested in looking into our hygiene policy for the campground-"
Birdie faltered as she slid the pant's cuff further up their leg. The slit left behind by the nail was evidence of how quickly it had pierced through the corduroy, gravity only helping to force it into Sam's calf. Yellow-red stains already leaked through the fabric and drenched it with the feverish scent of infection.
"M'good, just gonna - ah, be careful - drive back to the motel and that's it."
"In this state?" Birdie's concerned frown wasn't missed by Sam.
"I have to get home somehow." And they surely didn't want these people to snoop around in their abandoned car. "Should've figured your shit ain't OSHA-approved."
Birdie's brows knit together as she focused on the swollen skin that trembled helplessly under her gentle hands: "Why are you so nervous around me?"
"I'm not." Still, Sam was being truthful - what good would another lie yield in this situation? The woman at their feet was lovely to be with: calm and pleasant. Her warmth alone filled the empty tent with a spark of comfort.
If Sam had been raised by a mother like her… Well, that didn't matter.
The bandage was slowly lifted, moist scabs of ichor and blood sticking to it and once again peeling the gash wide open if it were not for a handful of plaster strips holding the ripped edges of flesh together.
"Mhh, that's a mean one, the risk of living, I'd call it," Birdie sighed and rummaged through her first-aid kit. "I bet you been through worse when you were younger, right? A few broken bones caught on the playground."
The person attached to the cursed leg whimpered quietly and bit their thumb. Be it from the childhood memories boiling up or the itch around the wound, Sam couldn't tell.
"Is everything alright?"
They pressed out a hum, desperate to keep their dinner in.
"Oh, you-"
"Yes! I'm a giant wuss, okay?" Sam whined and swallowed down the thick coat of humiliation. First the bees and now this: all this exertion just to reveal a hodgepodge of strange but ultimately harmless customs. At best, their audience would be bored and at worst, rip them apart for being a close-minded asshole leeching off hicks for a few weeks.
Embarrassing, there was no other word for it.
"I'm okay and so are you," Birdie whispered softly and laid her sunhat over Sam's shoulder, thus blocking their vision. The woven straw smelled like just her hair: of lilies and rosemary.
Working quickly, she sprayed a cool mist on the wound, followed by patting it dry again and twining fresh gauze around it. Sam waited for a burn that never came. Despite her healing hands, every twitch in their foot continued to sting like hell.
"I could drive you," she finally said in a tone Sam was unable to place.
"And walk all the way back here?"
"Sure," Birdie shrugged quite assertively.
"I can't demand that from you."
"You're not, it is an offer."
What was Sam supposed to do? Let a woman wander through the dark forest for hours, only able to pray for her safe return home? Out of the question. Though, their final answer depended on how enthusiastic Birdie's reaction would turn out to be.
"I guess… I'll stay for tonight."
"Alright," she nodded approvingly - not delighted but definitely relieved, "I will gather some blankets and a sleeping bag. We have plenty of vacant beds at the moment, so you're free to choose any tent you like."
Doomed to a sleepover with Ben and a bunch of snotty children? No, thanks. It seemed like spending the night in a tent where god-knows-who could pay them a visit or with strangers who liked getting mesmerized for leisure also proved to be inadequate. Their selection pool became alarmingly small.
"You wouldn't have a bit of space left…in…uhm…"
Birdie gave them a smile, in it a twinge of loneliness nobody witnessed: "Otis is on guard duty tonight, so there will be plenty of that."
Hidden behind the sunhat, Sam turned rosy in embarrassment once again. Suddenly shy because of their request, but not regretting it in the slightest.
It was no taboo thought: they'd choose her over the rest any day.
"Let's get settled in, shall we?"
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#injury#wound care#female caretaker#tales of arcadia#ask game#cult setting#whump#thanks for the ask!
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Stack The Deck - Prelude
CW: a very romantic meet cute, NSFW activities, drugs
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Morris' fingers grabbed the chicken wire beside his waist. The mesh securely isolated the patch of woodland from the rest of the park, from any curious eyes, so the trouble he was pulled into could be kept discreet.
A mouth wrapped around him in a hot embrace, the eager, slick tongue working him into a frenzy. It teased delightful shivers to blossom from the inside, swirling together with the pressure pooling in his middle and threatening to make his body shatter.
In a more thoughtful gesture than customary, Chris had offered her to kneel on his jacket: a shield from the moist earth below them. In gratitude for it, she moved her head at a pace that forced him to push down whimpers.
Thank the Lord for her friend's missing five dollars.
Everything had gone by so quickly that only her doe eyes, wet with effort and gazing up at him, still bound him to the present. Finally, after a near eternity stuck in emotional limbo, he felt real again.
All because of a girl like her. Crass and upfront usually didn't entice him enough to search for in the wild, but what luck did that bring in the past? Perhaps this change of pace didn't hurt, now that Paul wouldn't even look at him in the hallways…
Lust quickly washed over the pang of grief. Morris ought to ask for her name soon, and he cursed himself for not doing so earlier - a horrible first impression on his part.
She let his fingers play with the cyan strands of her hair and leaned into the touch, though no innocent gesture could mask the obscene noises cutting through the twilight. I need this.
Solitude drained out of him with every pleasurable display of her skills. A fallen angel walking among them. His sunrise in the lonely evening.
You sweet-
Another jolt of pleasure buzzing along his spine let his hips jerk forward to meet her velvety throat, welcoming him whole. I deserve this.
Again, and then again, until Chris suddenly tumbled over the edge with a raspy moan. Warm bliss spilled from his core into every neglected nerve, while she was still very busy taunting him by running her tongue up his length.
Fuck, this beauty could gut him right here and now if she pleased, and he would adore her for it.
Mind still swimming in delight, Chris managed to tuck himself back together. He helped the stranger up to thank her with deep kisses she returned just as passionately, until the taste of chalky lipstick and coconut rum was the only trace left.
I deserve her.
"When can I see you again?" he whispered against her skin with a shameless hunger to match her own.
His gorgeous catch rewarded him with a small laugh: "For real?"
Ready to uphold his part of the deal, Chris slid the promised goods into her jeans' back pocket, then pulling away after a firm squeeze. She couldn't possibly hold that against him.
"If you let me."
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Sahra had been waiting for a while now - knees shaking in uncertainty, frantically looking out for patrol cars. The question of how Amber could just bring up this horrible trade out of nowhere and leave her standing in the drizzle made her head spin.
On the spur of the moment, her friend stumbled out of the hedgerow, alone once again.
Sahra whipped around and scrunched her face in dread: "I'm so fucking sorry. I thought I had the cash-"
"Whatever," Amber muttered and hauled Sahra closer to link arms with her, "you're lucky he isn't ugly."
A sickly sweet expression flashed across her face as she looked back at her new acquaintance, who's heavy breathing and messy hair spoke volumes; he gave a last small wave before casually strolling further into the public park.
"Next time, I'll count it twice."
Amber just scoffed, but felt helpless to stop an idea from sprouting at the back of her mind. This guy, Chris was the name, acted appreciative enough to not leave her feeling cheap and grimy after the act. He was quite alright, she suspected, for a downtown tramp.
Actually, what else would he be willing to bargain about? An honest smile tugged on her lips this time; their exchange of numbers became more and more convenient by the second.
"Give me a week and we won't have to pay a cent ever again."
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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]
Taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername, @canislycaon24
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Why don’t Morris’s brothers call or interact with him anymore? Would they be willing to have a relationship with him again? What would they do if they found out his job and obsession with Elliot?
They also don't have a good relationship with each other, so it's not 100% Chris' fault. The last thing they heard was that their brother stole meds from his work and tried to sell them...
They were like: "Yeah, sounds about right" and didn't bother asking him themselves.
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What did the office pet do before…he became a pet? How was his life? What was his name? What did he do that got him in that position?
Who knows! Maybe he was a broke student who needed a quick buck, maybe he sat around public parks for a while, maybe he wanted to quit one day...
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If Shepherd met Morris, Belanger, and Dutch how would he feel/do to them?
Shepard wouldn't touch these men with a ten-foot pole, especially when his sons are around. Drugs are bad, and guys like them lurking around town are up to no good, another reason to move far away and protect his kids.
If Morris ever got the order to sell him and the ex-addicts on his property something, he wouldn't get very far. Or maybe farther than Dutch likes, as a new resident ❤
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If it’s not a spoiler to ask, what is Amber’s real name?
It's not a spoiler, she just hates it so much 😬 If you call her by her real name, you're in trouble.
Welcome to the stage:
✨ Lynnette-Anne Ferguson ✨
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WHY DID I JUST FIND OUT THAT TALES OF ARCADIA IS THE NAME OF A KID'S SHOW ABOUT HUNTING TROLLS???? bruh
I really have to change that title again huh...
#tales of arcadia#Arcadia as in the mythos of the perfect life in nature#That's what I meant in the first place#An eden on earth#Wtf
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Stack The Deck - Prelude
CW: a very romantic meet cute, NSFW activities, drugs
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Morris' fingers grabbed the chicken wire beside his waist. The mesh securely isolated the patch of woodland from the rest of the park, from any curious eyes, so the trouble he was pulled into could be kept discreet.
A mouth wrapped around him in a hot embrace, the eager, slick tongue working him into a frenzy. It teased delightful shivers to blossom from the inside, swirling together with the pressure pooling in his middle and threatening to make his body shatter.
In a more thoughtful gesture than customary, Chris had offered her to kneel on his jacket: a shield from the moist earth below them. In gratitude for it, she moved her head at a pace that forced him to push down whimpers.
Thank the Lord for her friend's missing five dollars.
Everything had gone by so quickly that only her doe eyes, wet with effort and gazing up at him, still bound him to the present. Finally, after a near eternity stuck in emotional limbo, he felt real again.
All because of a girl like her. Crass and upfront usually didn't entice him enough to search for in the wild, but what luck did that bring in the past? Perhaps this change of pace didn't hurt, now that Paul wouldn't even look at him in the hallways…
Lust quickly washed over the pang of grief. Morris ought to ask for her name soon, and he cursed himself for not doing so earlier - a horrible first impression on his part.
She let his fingers play with the cyan strands of her hair and leaned into the touch, though no innocent gesture could mask the obscene noises cutting through the twilight. I need this.
Solitude drained out of him with every pleasurable display of her skills. A fallen angel walking among them. His sunrise in the lonely evening.
You sweet-
Another jolt of pleasure buzzing along his spine let his hips jerk forward to meet her velvety throat, welcoming him whole. I deserve this.
Again, and then again, until Chris suddenly tumbled over the edge with a raspy moan. Warm bliss spilled from his core into every neglected nerve, while she was still very busy taunting him by running her tongue up his length.
Fuck, this beauty could gut him right here and now if she pleased, and he would adore her for it.
Mind still swimming in delight, Chris managed to tuck himself back together. He helped the stranger up to thank her with deep kisses she returned just as passionately, until the taste of chalky lipstick and coconut rum was the only trace left.
I deserve her.
"When can I see you again?" he whispered against her skin with a shameless hunger to match her own.
His gorgeous catch rewarded him with a small laugh: "For real?"
Ready to uphold his part of the deal, Chris slid the promised goods into her jeans' back pocket, then pulling away after a firm squeeze. She couldn't possibly hold that against him.
"If you let me."
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Sahra had been waiting for a while now - knees shaking in uncertainty, frantically looking out for patrol cars. The question of how Amber could just bring up this horrible trade out of nowhere and leave her standing in the drizzle made her head spin.
On the spur of the moment, her friend stumbled out of the hedgerow, alone once again.
Sahra whipped around and scrunched her face in dread: "I'm so fucking sorry. I thought I had the cash-"
"Whatever," Amber muttered and hauled Sahra closer to link arms with her, "you're lucky he isn't ugly."
A sickly sweet expression flashed across her face as she looked back at her new acquaintance, who's heavy breathing and messy hair spoke volumes; he gave a last small wave before casually strolling further into the public park.
"Next time, I'll count it twice."
Amber just scoffed, but felt helpless to stop an idea from sprouting at the back of her mind. This guy, Chris was the name, acted appreciative enough to not leave her feeling cheap and grimy after the act. He was quite alright, she suspected, for a downtown tramp.
Actually, what else would he be willing to bargain about? An honest smile tugged on her lips this time; their exchange of numbers became more and more convenient by the second.
"Give me a week and we won't have to pay a cent ever again."
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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]
Taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername, @canislycaon24
#head so good he goes yandere#Morris accepts currency and acts of service#nsfw activities#all consensual#you can say a lot about Amber but she is a girl's girl#explicit spice#oral sex#drugs#stack the deck#whump#creative writing#christoph morris oc#amber oc#obsessive whumper#yandere whumper#carewhumper#paul cameo
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What if while in captivity Chris takes Elliot out who starts to talk normally with the cashier or someone else, but Chris interprets it as flirting. What would he do/feel. Or maybe while Chris is talking to Elliot while he is in captivity, and Elliot brings up someone, and Chris assumes he likes them. What would he do?
Uhh, interesting. He and Amber were in a similar situation when she started talking about her relationship with Elliot.
First thought: I can't believe I'm being pushed aside for that person! 😡😓 Maybe he's just testing my self-control, I will stay calm and behave myself.
Second thought: If he likes them so much, I can do him a favor and like them too. Maybe they are down for a threesome...But only watching, no TOUCHING!
Of course, Elliot was never flirting, just doing small talk.
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If Dutch or Belanger finds out about Elliot’s drug issue, would they try to exploit it because they know it would hurt Chris. Indirectly hurting Elliot to get Chris to listen.
That's a lot of effort just to mess with Morris. Belanger would free Elliot so Chris becomes productive again, and Dutch would just shoot Elliot if he felt like it.
To them, he's just a random guy who's at the wrong place at the wrong time.
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How did Birdie and Otis join Shepherd’s cult community?
It was kinda their idea to start a commune. A nice, safe place to raise their children and live off the land. They are literally members of the first hour.
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Is anyone out there looking for Elliot? His parents and friend? I remember you said Elliot is stuck in Chris’ home for a while
His parents are definitely looking for him, and Brooke also feels responsible. Especially after him disappearing without a word.
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I would love to see Evelyn beat the heck out of Belanger!
Same, she is bigger than him and he would be scared of that.
She's a queen 🥺
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Can I ask how the guy under the desk came to be?
Like why I placed him there? Uhh, I thought Dutch needed to be Morris' shadow - how it could be if he was more unhinged. I think Dutch has a habit of having office pets, some normal one's and some more... special.
It's like a whole pet whump series is going on in the background of the main one.
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