@thatvixenchick: Oh, btw, Kat. I thought up a sequel to closet monster wade. XD
Peter gets a girlfriend and starts inviting her over on the weekends. But one day she stays the night on a wednesday. She wakes up at the smell too. Wade is pissed. She’s screaming. Peter doesn’t know if Wade is gonna start doing it to her too or just kill her. He can tell Wade isn’t please. So he’s like “I don’t know! How can I know not to do this if I can’t remember?!” So Wade knocks the chick out, fucks Peter harder than usual and when Peter wakes in the morning, he remembers. His memories fade so long as he’s not actively trying to date. When he sees his now ex, he remembers and he runs from her because of it.
Years pass and he’s lonely but he can’t be with anyone because of Wade. Peter has a string of bad luck. Lost his job, about to lose his apartment, can’t get a girlfriend because he’s always remembering Wade when he thinks about that. So one day he’s awake when Wade shows up and he’s like “Why are you doing this? What do you want? I’ve got nothing left. I can’t live my life, so just be done with it already.” So Wade picks Peter up off the bed this time, wrapping him fully in tentacles and starts heading to the closet door. The darkness behind the door is moving and Peter is scared because he thought Wade was just going to eat him, not take him to wherever he was coming from. He wants to fight but can’t. Tries to scream, but there’s a tentacle down his throat. The scene ends with the door closing behind them.
Peter would wake up at the smell and she’d start screaming and he’s already rolling over into place but there’s a sound in the room that’s never been there before, something is wrong with the smell, and he’s confused, but he’s not worried. He’s like “Sh, it’s okay, babe,” but she’s trying to drag him towards the door and a tentacle snaps out, slamming her into the wall and she collapses to the floor. Peter is beyond startled, the monster has never been aggressive before, and he goes to check on her, but the tentacles are on him the second his foot touches the floor. The monster bites him before it’s even inside him, and its fangs break skin for the first time, making Peter shout out, but a tentacle stuffed in his mouth immediately as he’s slammed face down on the bed.
It’s ‘preparation’ is minimal this time, the large tentacle pushing at him just a few times before it slams in, and Peter bites down hard on the tentacle in his mouth at the sudden, unexpected, slightly painful stretch. The creature’s skin is impenetrable though, and the tentacle in his ass slams harder into him. The presence behind him gets closer, and then the thing’s heavy weight is crushing him against the mattress after tentacle after tentacle wraps around his entire body, tight enough that he knows it’ll leave marks (the next morning, every inch of his skin is covered in spiraling bruises).
The creature makes him cum multiple times that night, ringing orgasm after orgasm from him, even when it starts to hurt and he’s gone try. It doesn’t slow down once, every thrust furious, and he can barely catch his breath. Even his eyes hurt from crying, and when the first rays of light start to hit his blinds, he has no tears left when the creature makes him dry-orgasm one last time before disappearing as fast as it arrived, even though all Peter wants to do is sob. Not from the violation – it doesn’t feel like violation – but because he’s never been worked over so hard before, never made to feel so much. It’s only because he’s facing the rest of his bedroom that he sees the monster pick his girlfriend up and disappear into the closet. He doesn’t have the energy to feel worried for her.
He passes out immediately after, and when he wakes up the next morning, he remembers everything, remembers the monsters nightly visits, remembers forgetting them after every visit, and there’s a message on his phone from his girlfriend telling him about a weird nightmare she had last night about a tentacle monster in his closet. He’s a coward and he replies to the text breaking up with her, and he ignores every phone call that comes in for the next hour. His body in the bathroom mirror is a mess, bruised and blood smeared across his shoulders and down his chest and back. The bite itself, somehow, is already a scar, multiple rings from neck to bicep – it didn’t just use its first row of teeth, and as Peter curls up on the floor of the shower, letting the hot water clean him, he wonders if the creature made him remember on purpose or if he only remembered because of the bite.
He ignores the signs that say he might be in shock.
All the thanks to Vix as I do, after all, work best when acting as an idea soundboard. Also because omg her sequel idea is just amazing. This may become a fully-realized thing sometime in the future. Maybe.
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