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shadowhivePathetic
Pairing: Purpled/Spreen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bear hybrid spreen, dub-con
Notes: Based on the recent Lost Tapes ep (Buried Business) where Purpled is all close to tears and pathetic and it looks like he’s so close to losing before it’s clear Spreen changed his mind. (And yeah this was such a sidetrack oop)
Spreen stared down at the voting paper in his hand. It had felt like a simple choice really, an easy decision. In fact up until a few minutes ago he had felt like he had made up his mind, that he was going to vote out Purpled.
Purpled had tried his best to convince him not to, to vote for someone else. He’d made quite the argument to vote for Tubbo, one that was reasonable, logical, that made sense. But Spreen hadn’t been swayed by that. He’d been certain and steadfast that he would vote for Purpled.
And then just as they were waiting to be called to make their votes he looked over at the other man and saw his desperation. He genuinely looked like he was close to crying over the possibility of losing. There was something about that, something that was intriguing.
So instead of writing Purpled’s name he wrote down Tubbo’s, even though he told Karl he didn’t care.
When he got back to the voting podiums he lied as soon as Purpled was called to vote, claiming he’d voted for him.
***
When it was time for the votes to be announced he kept his eye on Purpled. As Spreen had predicted no one had voted for him or Foolish so it was between Purpled and Tubbo. Purpled still looked distraught, close to crying again as the votes were called out.
After the first four votes it was a tie between the two of them and Spreen was eager to find out who the last vote would be for. Even though he’d voted for Tubbo he was only sure that Purpled would as well, because Foolish was a wild card. If Purpled got voted out anyway he would probably burst into tears. The thought made his cock twitch.
“The fifth and final vote, and the sixth person to be eliminated, losing their chance at $100000… Tubbo, it’s the end of the road.”
As soon as Karl said the words everyone erupted into a mixture of shock and confusion, with Tommy reacted predictably the most vocal, though Spreen ignored him and focused on Purpled’s shocked reaction.
Pretty much as soon as Karl led Tubbo away Purpled came over to him, his eyes still glistening. “Thank you so much man! I don’t know what made you change your mind but….”
Spreen leaned in closer to him, lowering his voice even though Foolish and Tommy were having their own discussion. “I did it because of this.” He gestured at Purpled’s face, at the tear tracks that stained his cheeks, a grin on his own face. “Because I know I’ll see you cry again, because I know you’ll lose.” Spreen was sure that they would be in this situation again. “But for now you owe me for saving you.”
He looked like he was going to say something, probably to object to his words, but he seemingly thought better of it. “What did you have in mind?”
Spreen spared a glance to the others, at Tommy’s distraught face as Foolish tried to comfort him, then he looked back at Purpled. “Come with me.”
He walked away from the voting podiums, heading into the nearest building. Like every other building here it was abandoned, the rooms unfurnished but that didn’t matter to him. “Where are we going?” Purpled asked as Spreen pushed open another door into a small room. He figured it was most likely a storeroom as some point, but there was nothing there now. The important thing was there were no windows, so neither Tommy, Foolish, Karl or anyone else could see what they were doing and disturb them.
“This will do.” He turned to face Purpled, grinning as he grabbed him by the hoodie he wore, pulling him inside. “On your knees.”
Purpled’s eyes went wide at that a d this time he did open his mouth. “I don’t do that.”
“Well you do now. Or I’ll give you something to really cry about.” Spreen moved, positioning himself between Purpled and the door. “So are you going to behave?”
Purpled swallowed, then nodded before sinking down to the floor, making Spreen smirk.
“Better.“ He reached between his legs, undoing his the button and zipper of his fly, pushing it down and pulling his dick out. “Open.”
Purpled looked at his cock, his deep purple eyes now even wider. He was probably caught off guard by his size, it tended to happen a lot. Most humans expected his cock to be like theirs but his bear side meant it was bigger. Purpled opened his mouth wide, seemingly realising that it was pointless to object further.
He moved to stand in front of him, reaching down and grabbing his hair, pulling it towards his cock and forcing it into his mouth. He had a feeling he was the first to do this and that thought excited him further. Purpled choked around him and he grinned, gripping his hair tight as he forced him to take him down his throat, feeling him gag around him. It was such a rush and he kept him down there for a few moments before moving his head back off him letting his gasp for air.
He kept his gaze on Purpled’s face as he took in the air, his lips wet with drool and his eyes glistening with fresh tears. He grinned, then forced him back down onto him, though not all the way right away this time.
Purpled attempted to please him, wiggling his tongue, creating suction with his lips, but it was clear he had no idea what he was doing. He even felt his teeth a few times which made him growl, though he didn’t mind the pain. He forced him to take him fully again, then pushed him back until he just had the tip in his mouth.
“You really are so pathetic.” He tried not to let it show how turned on he was by this, even though it was evident by his erection. “All you care about is winning, nothing else. It’s pitiful.”
He was sure Purpled would object if he could so he forced pushed him back down on his cock, holding him in place. “You’re much better down on your knees, crying as you suck me off even though you’re shit at it.” It was two bad there was only going to be two more games left, because he did look hot down there like this.
Maybe if they both made it to the end he could drag him off and train him properly. He could even use some of the winnings on equipment to keep him in place, or maybe even a tattoo. That way he’d have a permanent symbol of how he’d not only lost, but lost to him.
That was the thought that did it. With another growl he came down Purpled’s throat, gripping his hair tighter and pulling him off him. He did it so he not only got a taste of his cum, but also so some could spurt across his crying face.
“There you go, you look much better like this.” Spreen smirked, using his grip to tilt Purpled’s head so he could get a good look at him. His chin was glistening with drool, tears trailed down his cheeks and, mixing with the cum that had landed on him. Yeah he really looked better like this. “You did a half decent job all things considered, so I consider us even this time.”
He looked him over again, smirking as he pressed his shoe against his crotch and the bulge he found there, making him let out a choked sob. “You can deal with that yourself.”
Purpled stained cheeks flushed a little and Spreen grinned, stepping away from him. He debated just leaving him in this state, that was certainly his plan, but finding him hard from this? “Go on.”
With shaking hands Purpled undid his own flies, pulling his dick out and starting to stroke himself. He was a pretty decent size, for a human anyway and Spreen watched in amusement. “I think you should thank me for saving you.” Spreen added as he tucked himself away in his pants.
“Thank you…” His voice sounded so wrecked and it would have made him hard if he hadn’t just came.
“That’s thank you sir.”
“Thank you sir.” Purpled repeated and Spreen loved how that sounded. He was stroking himself quicker already, his hips jerking into his hand to meet his strokes. He was about to make a comment about how desperate and pathetic that made him look but he let out a choked sob as he came over his bright purple hoodie.
Spreen laughed at that, pulling out his phone and taking a couple of quick shots of him before pocketing it. “You’re so pathetic.” He grinned, then turned and left the room, not waiting for his response as he caught his breath.
Pairing: Purpled/Spreen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bear hybrid spreen, dub-con
Notes: Based on the recent Lost Tapes ep (Buried Business) where Purpled is all close to tears and pathetic and it looks like he’s so close to losing before it’s clear Spreen changed his mind. (And yeah this was such a sidetrack oop)
Spreen stared down at the voting paper in his hand. It had felt like a simple choice really, an easy decision. In fact up until a few minutes ago he had felt like he had made up his mind, that he was going to vote out Purpled.
Purpled had tried his best to convince him not to, to vote for someone else. He’d made quite the argument to vote for Tubbo, one that was reasonable, logical, that made sense. But Spreen hadn’t been swayed by that. He’d been certain and steadfast that he would vote for Purpled.
And then just as they were waiting to be called to make their votes he looked over at the other man and saw his desperation. He genuinely looked like he was close to crying over the possibility of losing. There was something about that, something that was intriguing.
So instead of writing Purpled’s name he wrote down Tubbo’s, even though he told Karl he didn’t care.
When he got back to the voting podiums he lied as soon as Purpled was called to vote, claiming he’d voted for him.
***
When it was time for the votes to be announced he kept his eye on Purpled. As Spreen had predicted no one had voted for him or Foolish so it was between Purpled and Tubbo. Purpled still looked distraught, close to crying again as the votes were called out.
After the first four votes it was a tie between the two of them and Spreen was eager to find out who the last vote would be for. Even though he’d voted for Tubbo he was only sure that Purpled would as well, because Foolish was a wild card. If Purpled got voted out anyway he would probably burst into tears. The thought made his cock twitch.
“The fifth and final vote, and the sixth person to be eliminated, losing their chance at $100000… Tubbo, it’s the end of the road.”
As soon as Karl said the words everyone erupted into a mixture of shock and confusion, with Tommy reacted predictably the most vocal, though Spreen ignored him and focused on Purpled’s shocked reaction.
Pretty much as soon as Karl led Tubbo away Purpled came over to him, his eyes still glistening. “Thank you so much man! I don’t know what made you change your mind but….”
Spreen leaned in closer to him, lowering his voice even though Foolish and Tommy were having their own discussion. “I did it because of this.” He gestured at Purpled’s face, at the tear tracks that stained his cheeks, a grin on his own face. “Because I know I’ll see you cry again, because I know you’ll lose.” Spreen was sure that they would be in this situation again. “But for now you owe me for saving you.”
He looked like he was going to say something, probably to object to his words, but he seemingly thought better of it. “What did you have in mind?”
Spreen spared a glance to the others, at Tommy’s distraught face as Foolish tried to comfort him, then he looked back at Purpled. “Come with me.”
He walked away from the voting podiums, heading into the nearest building. Like every other building here it was abandoned, the rooms unfurnished but that didn’t matter to him. “Where are we going?” Purpled asked as Spreen pushed open another door into a small room. He figured it was most likely a storeroom as some point, but there was nothing there now. The important thing was there were no windows, so neither Tommy, Foolish, Karl or anyone else could see what they were doing and disturb them.
“This will do.” He turned to face Purpled, grinning as he grabbed him by the hoodie he wore, pulling him inside. “On your knees.”
Purpled’s eyes went wide at that a d this time he did open his mouth. “I don’t do that.”
“Well you do now. Or I’ll give you something to really cry about.” Spreen moved, positioning himself between Purpled and the door. “So are you going to behave?”
Purpled swallowed, then nodded before sinking down to the floor, making Spreen smirk.
“Better.“ He reached between his legs, undoing his the button and zipper of his fly, pushing it down and pulling his dick out. “Open.”
Purpled looked at his cock, his deep purple eyes now even wider. He was probably caught off guard by his size, it tended to happen a lot. Most humans expected his cock to be like theirs but his bear side meant it was bigger. Purpled opened his mouth wide, seemingly realising that it was pointless to object further.
He moved to stand in front of him, reaching down and grabbing his hair, pulling it towards his cock and forcing it into his mouth. He had a feeling he was the first to do this and that thought excited him further. Purpled choked around him and he grinned, gripping his hair tight as he forced him to take him down his throat, feeling him gag around him. It was such a rush and he kept him down there for a few moments before moving his head back off him letting his gasp for air.
He kept his gaze on Purpled’s face as he took in the air, his lips wet with drool and his eyes glistening with fresh tears. He grinned, then forced him back down onto him, though not all the way right away this time.
Purpled attempted to please him, wiggling his tongue, creating suction with his lips, but it was clear he had no idea what he was doing. He even felt his teeth a few times which made him growl, though he didn’t mind the pain. He forced him to take him fully again, then pushed him back until he just had the tip in his mouth.
“You really are so pathetic.” He tried not to let it show how turned on he was by this, even though it was evident by his erection. “All you care about is winning, nothing else. It’s pitiful.”
He was sure Purpled would object if he could so he forced pushed him back down on his cock, holding him in place. “You’re much better down on your knees, crying as you suck me off even though you’re shit at it.” It was two bad there was only going to be two more games left, because he did look hot down there like this.
Maybe if they both made it to the end he could drag him off and train him properly. He could even use some of the winnings on equipment to keep him in place, or maybe even a tattoo. That way he’d have a permanent symbol of how he’d not only lost, but lost to him.
That was the thought that did it. With another growl he came down Purpled’s throat, gripping his hair tighter and pulling him off him. He did it so he not only got a taste of his cum, but also so some could spurt across his crying face.
“There you go, you look much better like this.” Spreen smirked, using his grip to tilt Purpled’s head so he could get a good look at him. His chin was glistening with drool, tears trailed down his cheeks and, mixing with the cum that had landed on him. Yeah he really looked better like this. “You did a half decent job all things considered, so I consider us even this time.”
He looked him over again, smirking as he pressed his shoe against his crotch and the bulge he found there, making him let out a choked sob. “You can deal with that yourself.”
Purpled stained cheeks flushed a little and Spreen grinned, stepping away from him. He debated just leaving him in this state, that was certainly his plan, but finding him hard from this? “Go on.”
With shaking hands Purpled undid his own flies, pulling his dick out and starting to stroke himself. He was a pretty decent size, for a human anyway and Spreen watched in amusement. “I think you should thank me for saving you.” Spreen added as he tucked himself away in his pants.
“Thank you…” His voice sounded so wrecked and it would have made him hard if he hadn’t just came.
“That’s thank you sir.”
“Thank you sir.” Purpled repeated and Spreen loved how that sounded. He was stroking himself quicker already, his hips jerking into his hand to meet his strokes. He was about to make a comment about how desperate and pathetic that made him look but he let out a choked sob as he came over his bright purple hoodie.
Spreen laughed at that, pulling out his phone and taking a couple of quick shots of him before pocketing it. “You’re so pathetic.” He grinned, then turned and left the room, not waiting for his response as he caught his breath.
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Date: 2024-02-18 09:26 pm (UTC)OH! I love the way you think that’s a hot thought too! I went with the aftermath cause I figured it’d be easier to slot in👀 oh thank you! I’m really so glad that you thought so ahh! (Especially since the only time I’ve done him has been the opposite.)
Yeah I figured he’d not get much chance to talk in this with his mouth all full😏 But yeah he is absolutely the type of person that needs to shut the fuck up😏 and choking on bear dick is the best way to do that! Exactly! I’m so glad!
I did consider them fucking but dismissed it fairly early on (mainly cause I didn’t think either of them or the park would have lube) so a quick messy bj felt better! Especailly cause him choking would make purpled cry more! I figured it might have started as a one off idea (maybe more) with the idea of him doing more coming as it happens. The thought of him tattooing him was a sudden one but I’m so glad you thought it because I love it! He deserves to win and do that to him!
Oh thank you, yeah it is such a hot image and yeah you’re absolutely right!
Oh wow really? Ahhh I’m so glad! Ahhh I’m so glad it’s given you such a mood boost ahhh yay!
Ahh that is an amazing thought and so perfect ahhh!