Velma’s Halloween Visit (Scooby Doo)

Velma’s Halloween Visit (Scooby Doo)

A/N: Velma's Halloween Visit was a commissioned one shot originally written back in November of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: It's a dark and quiet Halloween Night and Velma is all alone... but does she really WANT to be?

Themes: Roleplay, Breeding, Fucked Silly

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She's laying on her bed, browsing social media, when the text comes in. Blinking, Velma Dinkley quickly navigates over to her messages and finds a new text from an Unknown Number. Opening it, she jolts at the contents.

Coming for you tonight, Dinkley. Better be ready.

Furrowing her brow and biting her lower lip, Velma immediately responds.

Who is this?

The answer comes a moment later and sends a shiver down her spine.

Doesn't matter, does it? I'm the man that's going to be buried deep inside of you by the end of the night. That's all you need to know.

A shiver runs down Velma's spine, and it's not entirely one based in fear. There's a hint of arousal as the nerdy young woman bites her lower lip some more, worrying it between her teeth. It's been a few years since she last traveled with the gang as Mystery Incorporated. And thus, it's been a few years since Velma was last... well, captured or tied up.

Even though Daphne was the one who experienced the worst guy inflicted bondage from back in their mystery-solving days, Velma had had her fair share of run ins with the villains who then tried to make her their prisoner. As a result, she'd developed something of a fetish for being captured, for being... well, for being humiliated and helpless.

Blushing, Velma hesitates for a moment. Surely... surely, she couldn't, right? She definitely shouldn't. And yet...

Before she can second guess herself any further, Velma goes for it. Clad in nothing but her signature orange sweater and a pair of panties, she reaches down and yanks the hem of her sweater up all the way to her neck, exposing her large breasts, her wide hips, and her thicc thighs as she angles the camera of her phone down on her half-naked body for a selfie.

Once she's got it, she forces herself to send it off before her rational mind can prevail, attaching a message to go along with the image that she sends to the Unknown Number.

If you can get to me... you can have me.

Immediately afterwards, Velma hops out of bed, suddenly filled with a nervous energy. She should be perfectly safe... even if it's Halloween Night and there are more people out on the streets then usual, the whole tradition of Trick or Treating has taken a big hit the last few years. She's gotten less and less kids coming to her door, and last year there were none.

Shuffling over to check on her security system, Velma bites her lower lip at seeing everything enabled and greenlit. If any intruder did try to get in, they would almost certainly set off an alarm and bring the police down upon their heads in mere minutes. She was... she was perfectly safe. So then, why was she so tempted to reach over and turn off her security?

After a moment, Velma shakes her head and moves to the kitchen, preparing herself a bit of a late-night snack. Honestly, it was one thing to send provocative images and messages to some stalker who was making threats towards her. It was another entirely to actually want the man to get inside of her home and... d-do things to her.

She just needed to calm down. Focus on making herself a sandwich and just... chill. Slowly, Velma's beating heart slows to a crawl and she lets out a sigh as she finishes her sandwich and plates it. Taking the plate in hand, she heads for the living room to watch a scary movie or two. Despite all expectations, horror actually had the effect of calming Velma down. Something about it just drew out her more analytical mind.

Of course, she never quite reaches the TV or the couch. As Velma Dinkley crosses the threshold into the living room, a dark figure suddenly lunges at her, and the bespectacled girl can barely react with more than a shriek of fright as she's suddenly grabbed, a hand covering her mouth and the other trapping her arms against her body.

The plate and sandwich she was carrying go flying, of course, crashing into the ground and splintering everywhere. A deep-toned, dark chuckle drawls against her ear as the man who's somehow managed to sneak into her house sniffs heartily of her scent.

"Mm, don't worry, pet. You'll be making plenty more sandwiches for me, once I fucking breed you and make you my bitch."

Quivering, Velma whimpers as he leads her forward in the opposite direction of the shattered plate and scattered sandwich components, over to the back of the couch where he bends her over rather brusquely.

It's all the more arousing, being choked out on his dick. Not only has he bred her true tonight more than likely, but he's now using her throat to his heart's content, uncaring for her pleasure, uncaring for her wants and desires. For Velma Dinkley, to be used like a toy and abused like a sex slave... it's a dream come true.

When he finally cums a moment later, the first few shots go down her throat, causing her to gag and choke even more violently before he pulls out at the last second and covers her face in his seed, coating her features. One of her eyes is plastered shut by the sticky hot semen as she kneels there, chest heaving up and down, panting heavily.

For a moment, she doesn't really see anything. The big blur in front of her that was her assailant disappears and Velma feels alone... then, he returns, and her glasses are being seated upon her face once more, covering up her cum-coated features and letting her actually see what's happening in front of her, at least through one eye.

Crouching down in front of her, two fingers tucked under her chin, the intruder pulls off his mask... to reveal the smiling face of her boyfriend, David, his eyes a mixture of concern but also hope as he regards her.

"Was it everything you were hoping it would be, love? You doing alright?"

Swallowing thickly, Velma shivers and nods up and down, giving him a broad smile right back.

"It was amazing, David. You... you did everything perfectly."

A tension she hadn't noticed before in his shoulders disappears and he lets out a relieved chuckle.

"Good, that's good. I'm glad I could give you what you needed, sweetheart."

And indeed, he had. Velma knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her fetish... it was going to get her in trouble one of these days if she didn't do something about it. Her need to be captured, helpless, and treated like a toy... sometimes it overwhelmed her rational thinking, made her into some sort of sex crazed girl.

Better to play these sorts of games with David, her handsome hunk of a boyfriend, rather than end up in some back alley just hoping a homeless guy or mugger would have his way with her, right? Of course, doing it on Halloween Night had made it extra special, and Velma can't help but beam as David slowly helps her to her feet.

"Sorry about the plate, should have been more careful..."

"N-No! It was the heat of the moment... made it feel more authentic, honestly."

Slowly, they navigate around the shards of porcelain, heading down the hallway.

"Right, well let's get you cleaned up, okay? Get that heart of yours calmed down..."

Indeed, her heart WAS racing... and she was covered in cum. Likewise, it actually was a risky night for her. She might indeed get pregnant off of their roleplay scenario. Heh, if they had a kid based on tonight's events, they could never tell them just how exactly they were conceived, could they?

Stripping down, the two lovebirds hop into the shower, happily washing each other's backs and eventually engaging in some nicer, slower lovemaking under the hot spray of water as they bask in one another's company.

A Happy Halloween indeed.

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