#I can't believe it's not P.T.

[omercifulheaves]

Silent Hill: The Short Message (2024)

Art by Masahiro Ito

[imbecominggayer]

Potential Fantasy Jobs!

If you don't want to use the same stereotypical Generic Fantasy Land jobs to center your stories around, stay here! I'm going to be adding to this as ideas come to me!

A) Ritual Salter-And-Burner

The country that this character lives in is highly rituatlistic about how to pay proper ceremony to the dead as it is believed that if these steps aren't performed then the dead will be forced to stay on Earth and won't be able to complete the cycle.

However, what if a person dies in rather hard-to-reach place such as the tallest mountains that are almost entirely uninhabitable? Or in a different country? Or isn't strictly dead but "missing"? Or is stuck in something a bit more private than a military/boarding school?

That's were Salt-Burners come in! While there are different types of Salters, the entire occupation is about finding and performing the proper rites and rituals that, for some reason, the typical workers can't.

There are Salt-Burners who specialize in specific, hard-to-traverse places such as the mountains or caves.

There are Salt-Burners who specialize in fighting the legal battles where family members may not be able to.

There are Salt-Burners who specialize in finding not-comfirmed dead bodies such as in cases of missing people or people whose bodies weren't found. This can be through investigation, spying, and/or surveillance

B) Species Conservationist

This occupation is designed to protect the land for the purposes of being used by fantasy creatures where they be dragons, fairies, mermaids, or werewolves. This means their expertise is often found in specific plots of lands with their duty being to protect the land in the arena of law. This is due to the common problem of these species being unable to speak the common language, being an actual animal, or being generally unwilling to engage in the outside world. When government attempts to "lovingly use" the land for their own purposes, it's the Species Conservationist to protect these vulnerable groups.

C) Prosthetic Technician

Depending on their specialization, P.T can make prosthetic tails for mermaids who have either damaged, lost, or were born without a tail where there should have been one. P.Ts can work on all variety of fantasy creatures from fairy wings to devil horns and all manners of prosthetics for creatures that can't be helped with the typical human-based technicians.

D) Exotic Species Sellers

Where are my people trying to sell Wolpentigers to the rich? Where are my con-artists trying to steal human canines from coffins in order to pass them off as vampire teeth? Where are my exotic bird species that is absolutely "so ugly it's cute" that has become the symbol of revolution meaning that everyone now has to buy one of these cute suckers from their local exotic animal salesperson?

They can either be perfectly legal, con-artists, or illegal but honorable in that "what you see is what you get" kinda way.

I'm not talking about antiques. I'm talking about actual animals and species souvenirs.

E) Vampire Dentist

Need I say more?

F) Inquisitor

An Inquisitor is a supreme and one of the most respected members of the church who conducts interviews for canidates of acceptance and promotion. An Inquisitor is someone who has the remarkable ability to see if someone is telling a truth or a lie, and they have decided to employ this skill to serve your world or country's religion.

[steam-beasts]

Something I've been thinking of relating to how Lady was in TATMR: even though we didn't see much of her, when it came to her being chased by D10, I personally think she may have been holding back on her powers.

Think about it: she's basically (from what is described of her) a GODDESS. She has infinite power. She could most certainly thanos snap D10 out of existence and call it a day, but no, she doesn't. I think Lady's just been secretly fucking around with D10 and leading him to believe that she can be killed. She can't.

My take on her is that she's a more pacifist type goddess. Even if something or someone is trying to kill her, she's not worried in the slightest, she finds it quite laughable and a little pathetic that someone like P.T Boomer thinks he can kill a goddess. She refuses to kill, as its "beneath her". Even if she was somehow killed, the steam engines wouldn't fade away. She's not the only one.

She doesn't like humans all that much, but Burnett, Lily, Patch and all the sudrain folk are an exception.

[penrose42]

One of my comfort pastimes is listening to horror game OSTs and lately I've been delving into both the music and secrets of P.T. since I wasn't really on the pulse when it was in the zeitgeist, and I gotta say I love the implication that either

The Order, which has fully operated a wholeass town and drug ring for years and has worked with government officials, believes the 'War of the Worlds' prank broadcast was real and that their only salvation was their God OR

The 'War of the Worlds' broadcast was real, and it was later placated to be a prank by the successful Martian invaders to subdue any and all resistance while they took over covertly and politically, meanwhile this cult in bumfuck Maine knows somehow.

Regardless this further implies that the Order sent out the radio message in Swedish because they believe Martians can't understand Swedish and that somehow the average American can, or that Martians legitimately cannot understand a lick of Swedish at all and have no means of understanding it faster than the average American, even though the Martians would have regulations over all radio stations and would be able to detect a pirate signal and circumvent it before the whole message would be able to get out if they controlled the government.

I'm just saying I know the Order isn't presented as the most competent group of people on the planet, but for the sake of any and all preservation of face they either gotta be right and playing 4D chess with the Martians or just high as giraffe pussy on their own supply at all times.

[flaetsbnort]

I can't believe that after so many indie games tried to recapture the style of P.T., the one that did it best is a friggin' Doom mod

[andromebaa]

Just the Two of Us Horror Inspiration MegaPost

It's nearly Halloween so I'm going to spend an embarrassing amount of time explaining every single horror reference and inspiration in Just the Two of Us that I can recall. I'll try to include links where I can for more context.

Story in General

The biggest inspirations for Just the Two of Us were Silent Hill, Black Mirror and I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. I've always adored psychological horror and sci-fi horror and I think it reflects in this fic. Chapter 1

One of my favourite Silent Hill games is Silent Hill 4. The game is focused on a man who cannot leave his apartment. The concept of a house that cannot be escaped from is really fascinating to me and I think it played a big inspiration for the house in JtToU. I pretty much consider one of the game's songs, Tender Sugar, the unofficial theme of the fic. Time dilation in fiction is super interesting to me. I don't think it was necessarily a huge inspiration, but The Jaunt is a beautifully creepy short story that probably rolled around in my mind while I was writing this part. Chapter 3 Okay this isn't scary or intentional, but I legitimately cannot read the hydrazine cup scene anymore without thinking about that one scene from The Princess Bride. I can't believe I did not see that sooner and now I can't stop thinking about Kokichi screaming about how Greek philosophers are all morons. Chapter 4

Again, not intentionally a reference, but that scene in The Thing is Kokichi stuck in the chair lmao. Chapter 6

When the fake Shuichi talks to Kaito over the wall, one of his lines was taken directly from Waiting for You, another Silent Hill 4 song. Chapter 7 The short burst of static that Kaito hears from the phone at the end of this chapter was directly inspired by the radio from Silent Hill 2. It spurts out creepy, distorted static when an enemy is nearby. Chapter 8 Okay the good stuff now. This chapter, especially the first half of the house (a distorted version of Kokichi and/or Oma's apartment), was directly inspired by the movie Skinamarink. That movie follows a young child trapped in a house with no windows or doors and a weird, malevolent force lurking over them. I really wanted the whole vibe of that section to reflect this. There was also definitely heavy inspiration from Silent Hill, particularly Lakeview Hotel in Silent Hill 2. The design of Shadow Child was inspired by the Larval Stalkers in Silent Hill 1. Chapter 10 Mani-Kun is a love letter to every single creepy mannequin in every horror game ever. Love you, you absolute freaks <3 Chapter 11 Miu's copy being stuck in P.A.L was definitely inspired by a bunch of different things, especially SOMA and this fantastic animated short To Be. Love some of that existential am I real or just a copy sort of thing. Chapter 12 The horror movie that Kaito mentions during the game of Two Truths and a Lie is Event Horizon. I honestly don't know how he could have sat through it, let alone enjoyed it. He probably had nightmares for weeks afterward. Chapter 13 Miu standing in the corner like a creepy fuck was inspired by the ending of the Blair Witch Project. Her whole transformation was greatly inspired by AM from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, particularly the whole ghost without a machine idea. Chapter 14 This whole chapter was basically created as if it was a level in Silent Hill and Kaito was the protagonist lmao, especially when he explores the hospital. It even has a boss battle! I feel like the loop and the leech spouting terrifying stuff was definitely inspired by P.T in particular though. The dirty bathroom and the fact they are chained up in it is a very very obvious Saw reference lmao not even trying to hide that. Miu mentions she could turn one of them into a soft, jelly thing - that's taken word from word from the ending of I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. Chapter 16

This chapter, particularly when Kokichi is still trapped in the debug room, was definitely inspired by Omori. Just the concept of a character in denial over a very bad thing which makes them blank out any awfulness in an act of self-preservation. The whole talking to another version of yourself was also inspired by the Stephen King story Gerald's Game. I love the idea of an isolated character having to converse with themself in order to stay sane or rationalise things. The creepy Judas Cradle chair from the hospital flashback was definitely Saw-inspired. Also it was an actual torture device that has been used in the past so that's fun. Chapter 19

Momota's personality and traits were heavily inspired by Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. The scene where he ties up Kokichi and the whole conversation he has with Miu in the snowy cabin are probably the best examples of this lmao.

Also a guy chasing after his partner and kids with an ax in a bloodthirsty rampage in the snow? Guess we need to tick off yet another Stephen King reference lmao. I swear that one was unintentional though. Oh yeah, their kids are named after Satoshi Kon (creator of psychological horror masterpieces like Perfect Blue and Paranoia Agent) and Koji Suzuki (author of The Ring and Dark Water).

Chapter 20

Kokichi's transformation into a leech was heavily inspired by I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. Again, another reference to the soft, jelly line as well. Momota's rant about how much he hates Kaito was kind of inspired by AM's rant .

That's about it! At least, what I can recall ahaha. But yeah I love horror with all my heart and soul <3

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Ticklish Understanding

Summary: After a visit at work from his girls, Barnum learns something interesting about young Philip Carlyle ❤️

(Thank you @lottie-lokisdottir for your help and suggestions ❤️ I loved getting to write this :) Enjoy! 😁)

"Goodbye girls! I'll see you at home!"

"Bye daddy!"

Barnum closed the office door. "I swear, those girls get smarter and smarter everyday."

"You have a couple geniuses on your hands Barnum." Philip shuffled some papers. "One day, they'll even outsmart you."

"And then they'll outsmart you Mr. Carlyle." Barnum winked at his young friend before stepping back to his desk. "The man who knows everything outsmarted by the two greatest girls ever."

"I don't know everything," Philip responded with a blush.

"Oho really?"

"I'm serious Barnum."

The older man leaned against his desk. "Name one thing the great Philip Carlyle doesn't know."

"Well for starters, how to deal with with your insufferable extravagance," Philip teased. "And that thing you do with your daughters."

P.T's eyebrows furrowed his eyebrows together. "What thing?"

"That thing you were doing earlier."

"Ah yes, because that it narrows it down."

Philip rolled his eyes. "That thing you were doing earlier where you would squeeze them and they would laugh and squeal."

Barnum thought back over the events of the day and tried to deduce what he was talking about. An image flickered into his mind of Caroline and Helen giggling under him as he squeezed their sides. "Tickling?"

"Is that what you call it?" Philip asked.

The older man scoffed. "You're joking."

Philip shook his head. "Nope.

A strange look came over PT's face. "You genuinely don't know what tickling is?"

The look his friend was giving him made Philip suspicious. "Am I supposed too?"

In a moment of passion, Barnum slapped the desk before standing and making his way over to the younger man's desk. "You don't know what tickling is?"

Philip jumped. "Sheesh Barnum, I already told you, didn't I?"

"I just can't believe it."

Philip set aside his papers and turned to his friend as he leaned against the side of his desk. There was no use trying to work when he wouldn't let this go.

"I thought it was the duty of every parent to pass that knowledge on to their child. My mother, bless her, gave that knowledge to me before she died and I in turn gave it to my kids. Even Charity's parents gave it to her and you know what they're like."

"Sorry tickling wasn't included in my parents training."

"Did your parents even hold you wrong?"

"No, they left that up to the Nanny." Philip used the pen in his hands to motion to the mountain of paperwork on the desk. "Are we done?"

"No."

The younger man groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Barnum tapped his shoulder and stood. "Humor me for a minute."

"But what about our work?"

"The work can wait."

Philip sighed and stood. When Barnum got an idea in his head, there was no stopping him. He had learned it was better to go along with it than try to argue.

Barnum positioned them in front of the couch. "Now, you are aware that in the body, there are nerves that allow you to feel things, correct?"

"Yes, like I can feel the clothes on my back. Are we done?"

Barnum held up a hand. "Patience. Now many of those nerves signal there is something wrong. For example, if you were to stick your hand on that stove back there, your nerves would tell you what?"

"To get my hand away."

"Correct---."

"What does this have to do with tickling?"

"You'll see." Barnum grabbed one of Philip's arms. "Now, it's not just pain that the nerves feel, it's also weight and pressure, correct?"

The younger man shrugged. "I guess."

"To give an example." Barnum wrapped his hand around Philip's wrist and gently pressed his thumb into his wrist. "You can feel the weight of my hand and the pressure of my thumb."

"Again, what does this have to do with tickling?"

"This is all leading up to the same point if you'll just let me get there."

After another sigh, Philip motioned with his free hand for him to continue.

"Thank you. The biggest point I'm trying to make is that the nerves register or feel different things and they don't always have the same response to what they're feeling. So if I were to squeeze, your nerves would detect pressure, pain, or a tickle." Barnum emphasized his last point with a squeeze to Philip's side.

The younger man squealed and pulled his side in the opposite direction. A strange shock had gone up his side. It hadn't hurt, it had just felt so odd and made him nervous. Yet it also made him desperately want to laugh and squirm. "What the. . ."

"Of course, since you can find these nerves all over your body, you can be ticklish just about anywhere."

"What? Wow!"

In one motion, Barnum was sitting down on the couch with Philip in his lap.

The younger man blushed at the position he was in. "Barnum!"

"I understand it can be a bit overwhelming your first time," PT soothed as he wrapped his arms around his young friend. "However, you can grow to love it."

"Love what?"

"Tickling."

"That feeling when you squeezed my side?"

"Yes."

"That's tickling?"

"Yes."

"And people love it?"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

Barnum shrugged as he repositioned them both into a more reclined position. "Stress relief, bonding."

"Embarrassing more like it."

"You had one squeeze Philip. How can you say it's embarrassing?"

"Why am I sitting in your lap?"

"You're never to old for a cuddle. Besides, this is how I usually do it with my daughters."

"Who I am five times the size of!"

Barnum scoffed. "Please, you're not that big. Besides, it's part of the bonding."

"I can bond with you just fine from the couch."

"I have to be able to reach you."

"You can reach me from the couch."

Barnum grinned. "I also think it's funny to watch you get so flustered."

Philip sighed. "You're insufferable."

"May I continue, please?"

"Fine."

"Thank you." Barnum ruffled Philip's hair. "Now, like I mentioned earlier, the nerves spread to different parts of the body meaning you can be ticklish anywhere."

"Really?"

"Yep." Barnum squeezed the different spots as he listed them. "Areas like your stomach. Your hips. Your ribs. Even your armpits."

The reactions Philip's gave were priceless. He quickly turned into a squealing, squirming mess in Barnum's lap. Very undignified from his usual appearance.

Barnum loved seeing the bright smile on his face and hearing the child-like laughter filling the office. The older man paused his tickles long enough to give his friend's cheek a friendly pinch. "You're actually adorable when you're not being a pompous little businessman."

Philip growled and turned his face away. "You're such a jerk!"

"A loving jerk though." PT rested his chin on Philip's shoulder. "But you know what the best thing about tickles is?"

"That Ihi'll behe getting revenge later."

"No, the best thing about tickles is that you don't have to use your hands."

"Wh-what?"

"You can use your nose." Barnum rubbed his nose against Philip's neck.

Philip squeaked and turtled.

"You can use your chin." Barnum switched to rubbing his chin against his neck.

"Ah!"

"You can use your lips." The older man peppered a few kisses into Philip's neck.

The blush on the younger man's face darkened significantly. "Barnum!"

"Or, you can use your breath." Barnum blew a raspberry into Philip's neck.

"SQUEE!" Then the younger man snorted.

"That was very undignified of you Mr. Carlyle." P.T pinched his side. "But I'll let it slide."

Philip squeaked then leaned against the older man. "That's the last tihime Ihi let you explain anything toho mehe!"

"Now I know what to do when you get to uptight." PT ruffled his hair again. "A few side squeezes and you're your smiley self again."

Philip growled again. "I'm so getting yohou bahack."

"I'll look out for it." Barnum released Philip from the tickle hug, but the younger man didn't get up right away. "I thought you were desperate to finish your paperwork Mr. Carlyle?"

"In a minute."

"Oh really?"

Philip quickly squeezed Barnum's sides. "Revenge is more important."

The older man let out a few chuckles, but his sides weren't much of a hot spot. He quickly grabbed his younger friend's hands and wrapped him in another hug. "One thing you need to learn about tickling Phil. If you want to get back at someone who attacked you first, aim for their weaker spots."

Philip rolled his eyes. "How am I supposed to know them if you won't let me find them!"

PT Barnum pinched along Philip's sides. "Where's the fun in that?"

With another squeal, the younger man squirmed to the side and and accidentally tipped himself over.

"You alright?"

"Yehes. No thanks to yohou."

"Aww, don't be such a party pooper Phil." Barnum stood. "You lost your first tickle fight, but there will be others."

The younger man bolted upright. "Others?"

"Of course. Especially since your tickle tolerance is so low." The older man tapped his chin. "Hmm, maybe it would be a good idea to have a daily tickle time until you get your stamina up to where it needs to be. Say, maybe I can get the rest of the circus to join in."

Philip flopped back on to the couch. "You don't even subject your own children to that kind of torture!"

"Not all of my kids."

Philip turned to Barnum and gave him a strange look.

The older man winked. "You're the special exception child."

Those words washed over Philip as he stared at the man in front of him. He wasn't sure when he became the Barnum's adoptive son, but he found himself okay with it. He didn't have the greatest childhood, despite what it looked on the outside, and here, he had a home of people who cared.

"Come on Sonny." PT turned back to his desk. "Back to work."

With his back turned, Philip took a small pillow from the couch and chucked it at Barnum. It landed square in the center of his back, causing the older man to stop.

PT slowly turned to look at his young friend grinning on the couch then down to the pillow laying on the floor. "So that is how you want to play. Very undignified indeed."

"You sound like my father."

"How dare you insult me with such comparisons!"

That brought a smile to Philip's face."

"Just for that horrendous comparison, you shall be sentenced to a pillow attack."

In the blink of an eye, both men had a pillow in their hands and were facing off from opposite sides of the room.

A moment later, the two charged forward leaving a trail of feathers in their wake.

[carrickbender]

Sunday 7

1. Today was great- I did my best to show up for H(whose body is trying to kill her) and Henry, who is just being his sweet self, but when I can't show up for myself it makes show up for them a herculean task. I thought maybe if I talked to a therapist I might pick up a few strategies for dealing with negative self talk, but nope. So back to square one...

2. I'm listening to "the gifts of imperfection", and while I appreciate Brene Brown so much, and I can understand what she is saying about vulnerability, but a big part of me still says, "what if those voices are right?". That part of me knows that nothing is ever going to be enough, and that to believe otherwise is stupid and unrealistic. If you found a way to live with these feelings, please let me know, because I'm striking out.

3. I've been procrastinating about taking a civil service exam, as was requested, and I have to take it tonight as soon as buggy is in his bed. I have to be in Oly at 8 am for a physical for a p.t. job, then a signing at 4 pm in East County, then run back so H and her friend K can go to a knitters group.

4. Wednesday I have another endoscopy, and I hope we can figure something out. I'm tired of being miserable after eating even the smallest amount of foods. I've eliminated foods, I've added others, I've changed already smaller quantities... nothing helps. Fun, right?

5. My mom is taking me up, as it's required to have someone take you there and back, but I'm regretting my choice. It's honestly nothing new: I'm tired of only hearing from her whenever she needs something, and when she feels guilty about it, she works herself doing something way too fucking hard like she did today and when we do try to include her in our lives(like we did today), she tries to make me feel guilty for not helping. She says things like, "well I didn't want to bother you"- well that never stopped her before but here we are!!!!! And she wonders why we don't ask her for help...

6. And Friday is the dentist, with a temporary dental appliance that I need just so I don't look awful for interviews. I'm already going into most interviews at a disadvantage from the start, so I need to try to at least reach the bottom bar. Which needs to happen soon, because yeah, I'm not made of money.

7. Anyhow, this has just been a rant and screaming into the void. I'm sorry to be a broken record, but I feel like I'm scrambling against everything just to keep my head above water. If you have any extra energy and good vibes, send them please- i really need them this week. Thank you all for letting a bit of light in, and thank you for being amazing. You are loved and appreciated more than you know.

[horseforeplay]

i am 99% certain i know who you're talking about. we're still in mutuals because i'm afraid of her after noticing how many rumors about p***** t***** linked back to her but what the fuck happened if you don't mind sharing?

hmmmmmm yea. no comment re: p.t. but i can speak to my own experience

it's still hard to talk about but i was dazzled by a relationship with a B-list tumblr lesbian when i was seventeen and she was nineteen where she used me as her therapist and refused to let me leave when i realized the relationship was wildly unbalanced and unfulfilling. she was incredibly charming online but during her first physical visit it became clear that she did not care about who i was as a human being and we had zero chemistry. we kissed maybe twice during a nearly three-year relationship and when i attempted to get out she would threaten self-harm and suicide in retaliation. this went on (with my total compliance -- i can't think of a single way she abused me which i did not eagerly collaborate with her on and make compassionate excuses for) until, about four months after our "official" breakup (one she vetted for nearly six months before she felt comfortable going public with the news)............ i was taking a two-hour exam at college and left the classroom to find almost thirty voicemails calling me names, accusing me of cheating, telling me she hoped i was happy with whoever had poisoned me against her. four months after the breakup. and i finally blocked her phone number. and she made tumblr post after tumblr post (including one with my phone number so her followers would call me to "talk some sense into me") stating that if i did not speak to her she had a plan for killing herself. i have comprehensive screenshots of this meltdown, but they are boggling and upsetting and i don't care to share them in the context of just uhhhh LOL answering an anon on my succession blog. so i deleted the blog i'd had since i was a kid. i had enough. i cannot tell you how surreal it was to break down and call her, weeks after, just missing this person who had alienated me from my friends and family to such an extent that i believed she was one of the only people in my life who loved me, to hear zero emotion in her voice as she told me it was over because my blog was gone. the relationship was no longer a public source of clout for her and therefore not worth her attention. she immediately moved on to bullying a different cartoonist into submission. i did not realize the extent of what i endured until i was able to connect with other people who dated her and we were able to compare stories. i even apologized to her, owning up to my behavior in the relationship (after a stint in codependents anonymous and early transition anxieties made me dead-set on doing the right thing with zero regard for the reality of my situation) and then realized with horror that someone she abused soon after me also apologized around exactly the same time. all of our stories had frightening similarities -- the idyllic super-online early days, her dead-faced disinterest when she met us in person which would flip into picture-perfect happiness as soon as she pointed the camera at herself (one ex had a story about her seeming bored and even being pointedly mean to them until she insisted they take a selfie, at which point she would not stop kissing them as long as the camera was on). like i am a human being who has certainly hurt friends and partners and then made clunky choices when it came to amends, i'm not some saintly victim because i encountered this person (and neither are any of the other people i connected with who had similar stories about her), but i'm not gonna put my hands over my eyes and pretend i don't see a bloody trail of repeated behavior with her just because none of us are perfect survivors. literally no survivor ever is

and LOL i don't mind sharing. while also bearing in mind that social media is truly not the forum for understanding any of this, like this is Her Domain for a reason. survivor testimony, no matter how articulate, just does not hold a candle to practiced DARVO tactics and the tried and true appeal of being shamelessly and flippantly cruel on the internet for fun. like i can be as honest and earnest as possible Online but if i think for a second that that'll save me i'm fucked. like i am smart enough now to know this LOL. the complexities of that relationship, what it was like being on this site between 2012-2016, how much shame and fear around transness played into it, how tied up fandom behavior was in interpersonal abuse........ like. i'm gonna make comics about it because that's where my power is. like i'm grateful i am no longer so afraid of this person that i feel like i can't Share My Truth Online but also this is not the end-all-be-all for how i express myself. it's much bigger than fuckin..... posting u know

[queen-of-scissors]

Hello! Me again. Yeah, uh... this is actually my first time writing NSFW fanfic so... it might be bad.

Also, Cassius -> Red Xiao/BETA Xiao/Prototype Xiao

Reference: https://www.tumblr.com/big-brainrot-hours/669183008249626624/red-xiao-cassius-sagau-general-headcanons

Content Warning: Descriptions of sexual activity, Suggestive language and themes, Brief reference to arousal

Bit of inspiration from Anti P.T.

(Modern AU, Gym)

The male reader and Cassius were both members of the local gym and were disappointed when it closed for renovations.

"Ugh, I can't believe the gym is closed," the male reader grumbled.

"Yeah, I know. It's a real inconvenience," Cassius replied.

"What are we going to do now?" the male reader asked.

"Well, I have a home gym we can use if you want," Cassius suggested.

The male reader's eyes lit up. "Really? That would be great!"

As they were lifting weights, the male reader asked Cassius how he got into bodybuilding.

"I've always been into sports and fitness," Cassius explained. "I decided to take it to the next level by competing in bodybuilding competitions."

"Wow, that's really impressive," the male reader said. "I've never considered bodybuilding before, but it seems really interesting."

"It can be challenging, but it's also very rewarding," Cassius replied.

The male reader, who had never considered bodybuilding before, asked Cassius for tips on how to get started.

"First and foremost, it's important to focus on your nutrition," Cassius advised. "And don't try to do too much too soon. Start small and gradually increase your workouts."

"Thanks for the tips," the male reader said. "I'll definitely keep them in mind."

After a few sets, they decided to take a break and grabbed some water. Cassius removed his sweat-drenched compression shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. The male reader couldn't help but feel a little aroused by the sight, but tried to hide it.

Cassius, who was more perceptive than the male reader realized, noticed his reaction and chuckled. "I see someone's a little turned on," he teased.

The male reader blushed and tried to play it cool. "I-I'm just admiring your physique," he stuttered out.

Cassius raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer. "I think it's more than just admiration," he whispered, his lips bursting into a sly smile.

The male reader's heart raced as Cassius' lips brushed against his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't resist any longer and grabbed Cassius, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Cassius responded eagerly, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths.

As they broke apart, panting and flushed, Cassius whispered, "I've been wanting to do that for a while now."

The male reader grinned and replied, "I'm glad you finally made a move."

Cassius chuckled and wrapped his arms around the male reader's waist, pulling him close. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

The male reader's heart skipped a beat as Cassius' hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of his skin. Cassius kissed his neck and whispered dirty words in his ear, causing the male reader to moan and writhe under his touch.

As Cassius' lips trailed down his chest, the male reader couldn't take it anymore and grabbed Cassius, flipping them onto the floor. Cassius let out a surprised yelp, but quickly regained his composure and grinned up at the male reader.

"You're full of surprises," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

The male reader chuckled and replied, "I'm just getting started."

As they explored each other's bodies, their moans and gasps filled the room, their desire for each other growing with every touch. Cassius ran his hands over the male reader's chest, pausing to tweak his nipples before continuing down to his throbbing member. The male reader gasped and arched his back, unable to hold back his moans of pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" Cassius whispered, a sly grin on his face.

The male reader nodded, unable to form words as Cassius stroked him to the brink of climax. Cassius leaned down and took the male reader's swollen member into his mouth, his tongue and lips expertly teasing and pleasing him. The male reader let out a loud moan as he reached his climax, his body writhing in ecstasy.

When they finally finished, they lay on the floor, panting and covered in sweat.

(Yeah, I basically made this when I'm bored. It kinda lacks some dialogues during the "scenes".)

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Eighth day of Christmas...

Trope: Heat (NSFW) Relationship: Werewolf x Human Word Count: 7,058

I knew the moment I stepped off the bus that I was in trouble. From the horrid heat and melting pot of people, this was going to be a challenge. The dry air nearly made me cough the second I got off the steps. Everyone seemed as annoyed with the environment as I, which is a small relief. Looking around at all the people was both a relief and a nightmare. We all had no idea what was going on but I knew I stood out like a sore thumb.

"You," someone shouts, silencing the crowd. I look around till I spot a hardened older Soldier making his way towards me. The crowd splits before he can charge through. The man glares daggers at me before stopping uncomfortably close.

"Me," I ask, pointing to myself with unease.

"Yes, you," he shouts," what other mutts around here would I be talking to?"

"Right," I nearly drop my shoulders," what do you need?"

"I wanted to get a look at the first werewolf soldier who gets to become my guard dog for this year," he answers, appraising me with discontent," I expect excellence from you, mutt, this few months you will be chewed up and spit out a better dog than a better man. You have big shoes to fill, guiding your kind into the future and not a single one of us will give you an inch or centimeter to make mistakes. Do I make myself clear, private!"

I feel a bit wobbly at his words," uh, yes."

The man leans closer to my face, shouting despite the distance," What was that, mutt? Stand tall, be loud! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," I stand at attention, my stomach rolling into knots.

"That's better," he steps back," Now follow me."

The crowd splits again as the Drill Sargent stomps onward. As he passes, the young men and women look to me, a good mix of intrigued and disgust decorates the group. I straighten my shoulders and march after the man, keeping my head held high with pride.

The first werewolf to join the military, I got a lot to prove.

Conversation with the higher-ups of the camp was tense. I didn't expect it to go as well as it did, though a few sly jokes were made at my expense. They were all weirdly supportive of having me at the grounds, looking forward to trying out their new regimen for my kind. Having a stronger and more capable creature in their boot camp came with its own challenges it seems. They all seem excited to see what I can do.

A lot was explained, trying their best to just keep things running smoothly. No one was going to go easy on me and I'm expected to surpass even the best of their squads. I'm oddly invigorated to take on this challenge.

"With everything all situated, is there anything else we may need to know," the Executive officer asks. He is a sweet man, to my surprise, and has been appreciatively thorough with his preparations.

"Yea, we don't want any issues to come about with having you here. A lot of the soldiers are looking to make an example of you already, though you've done nothing wrong. So if there is anything we have to prepare for then please make light of it now," the senior drill sergeant explains.

"Nothing that I can envision happening here. I'm here to work and become the first in a line of werewolves to join the armed forces. Things will remain respectable on my end so if anything does go wrong I promise it won't be my fault," I answer. A big moment like this I can't even fathom screwing it up with some stupid actions. Let the people make their jokes and rude comments, I'm not bothered in the slightest.

"So we aren't going to catch you humping one of the other recruit's legs, right," the senior drill sergeant jokes.

"Don't want you going into heat and trying to fuck every woman in a mile radius of you," the executive officer joins in. I smile despite the discomfort, shaking my head before explaining.

"No, no, I may turn into a big mutt but I'm not so savage as to do something like that. Don't believe the women would be too receptive to me doing such a thing either. When little Fido does it, it's funny. When I do it, it's enough to get me sent to jail," I joke with them. The two laugh, easing some of the tension.

"But you do go into heat, don't you," senior drill sergeant asks," we look out for medical emergencies and if that will become an issue, let us know ahead of time."

I shake my head," no, that won't be an issue. We only go into heat for a specific person and finding them here would be one hell of a terrible time but I highly doubt it will actually happen. I'm sure I would have smelled them in the crowd if so."

"Specific person," the officer snickers," how romantic, Fido."

"Sounds romantic but I've seen some friends go into rut over their mates, it's not that romantic," I wince, remembering all the fights," it's not a hallmark movie moment, sir."

The officer cocks a brow, wary," I'm almost tempted to ask but I'll refrain for now. Either way, I'll have sergeant Crews bring you to your barracks, and hopefully, we won't have to speak again anytime soon."

I drop off my things at my bunk, sorting them into a chest before heading off to P.T.

The first week of basics is easy, though I'm warned about next week after some miss placed words. My squad takes to me nicely, though I can do without the nicknames. It's a better week than I could hope for after the horror stories from active duty members.

We all sit in the crowded mess hall. Murmurs of conversations can be heard over the disgusting chomping of food. In times like this, I almost wish I didn't have such great hearing. The wet slobbering is beginning to turn my stomach.

"Hey, Spot, is it true you transform on the full moon," Casey, a fellow recruit, asks beside me. I snort, picking at the slop on my tray.

"No, I can do it whenever I want," I answer," full moon thing was for you people to pin some other garbage on the magnetic effects the moon has on the earth."

"oh, wow, movies lied to me again," he lightly bangs his hand on the table," what about silver? Does that do anything for ya?" I scoff, looking at him a bit amused. It has been a lot of teasing but I haven't had anyone sit down and ask before.

"No, silver doesn't do anything for me. Neither does holy water, crosses, or garlic," I tease. Casey rolls his eyes, looking back to his meal with a pout.

"I'm not an idiot, those are for vampires," he grumbles. I chuckle, amused by this human's questions. As I tease the man some more I catch a wondrous smell.

"Besides, I know a normal bullet would work on you anyway," Casey points his fork to me. I can't pay him any mind as I slyly glance around. My heart is racing and pounding against my chest as the smell completely engulfs me. Please no, not now. As I'm looking towards the door I freeze as someone walks behind me. As if everything slowed to a halt I look to the recruit walking over to her table. I can't help but gawk though her attire isn't much to be aroused by.

Brown hair pinned up in a bun and terribly fitted brown and camouflaged clothing. It's meant to be plain and nonattention grabbing but she makes it work. My body thrums with need as I watch her sit at the end of the bench. I can't look away as she eats, looking at her lips like a starved man. I want her, I need her. It's the only thought that runs through my mind.

She couldn't come into my life just a few months later could she?

The whole day I feel like I'm on fire, sickly and distraught. I haven't even been here this long and I feel like I'm about to ruin everything. Surely I can just explain to the XO that I have to deal with this and get right back to basics. I nod, it won't be such a long delay, I'll be right back here shortly.

I head straight to the office, stubbornly marching past the groups still running about. The heavenly smell barely permeates the hot dry air but still nearly knocks me on my ass. My attention snaps straight to her doing push-ups with her squad. She makes quite the sight all sweaty and focused. I can't help but stop and watch.

The squad's drill sergeant walks the rows, screaming motivating insults to them all. My little mate grits her teeth as he passes by, her arms shaking each time they straighten. The sergeant stops before her, crouching down as she stays propped up.

"Getting tired there, private," the sergeant baits," want to take a little break, perhaps?"

"No, sir," she barks out.

"Then get that face in the dirt, let's go," he snaps back at her. The urge to run to the man and deck him in his hooked nose is strong. I have to shake my head of the thought to actually get some semblance of control. She gets back to her exercise, going hard and strong into her next set with a stiff focus on her face. It's admirable to see anyone as determined as she looks. It picks at my heart a bit.

I'm not just taking away this chance for me momentarily but her too. Would she want to take the time off to deal with me? It can't be that big of an issue but starting over has to be something she rather not do. I sure as hell don't want to start the week over even if it wasn't too difficult. She is human so it had to be hell for her. I hum, chewing my cheek.

With fist clenched I turn away from the offices and head back to my barracks. I'll just wait this out, three months is nothing. I can keep my cool that long.

I kept that line of thinking all up till I got to my bunk. The barracks are quiet, the snores of the recruits barely registering to my non-idle thoughts. Every part of me is racing, my heart, thoughts, limbs. I have way too much energy to just sit here. Closing my eyes does nothing but let the thoughts keep me up. I've never had such an issue before, especially here.

Staring up at the ceiling I think of my little mate. She's a cutie, that's for sure. Even with the unflattering get up I can't ignore the appeal of her body. She has strength, as does most of the people here, but watching her do exercises with her squad showed more than just basic strength. I smile to myself as I think about the determined look she had while finishing her set. I have a strong little mate.

I groan as my mind keeps replaying the scene over and over. I can only pray that the rest of the month won't be like this. Turning onto my side I force my eyes closed, trying my damndest to get even a few hours of sleep.

The next week I'm weirdly filled with energy. Every morning I wake up excited to do runs, outpacing everyone by miles as I speed down the dirt track. Exercises become a blessing and every moment I spend sitting down is one where I'm anxious to get back up. The nights are no better, my body humming with unspent energy. It feels amazing to get out there and work.

Sitting at the lunch table I shovel food into my mouth, leg bouncing under the table. I want nothing more than to get back out there and get rid of this energy but lunch is kind of important. As I unflatteringly gulp down the muck an erotic scent ceases my tension. Flowing over my body like a warm shower. I close my eyes, taking in the calm.

"So, I gotta ask," a woman before me asks," do werewolves generally have this puppy energy, or is it just you because watching you hall ass down the track is almost inspiring."

As I open my eyes I'm left gawking at the woman. My beautiful mate sitting just across the table, smirking with her arms crossed. I swallow hard, feeling oddly nervous at this moment. What should I say? Should I say something? She quirks a brow at me, waiting for a reply.

"uh," I clench my pants under the table," depends on the person?"

She hums," is that a question or an answer?"

I straighten," a-a answer, ma'am."

"Hey, lighten up," she knocks on the table," don't need any of the ma'am business. I just wanted to ask, you have been buzzing like a bee this past week and I was kind of hoping it was something I could learn instead of it being genetics." my palms feel clammy the more she speaks. She's so casual, I almost wish she wasn't. I can handle stupid full moon questions over this. I wipe my hand on my pants.

"Sorry, it's all genetics," I give her a half-smile," blessings of the father I'm afraid to say."

She props herself up on crossed arms, her breast squeezing together," so was your mom human? I didn't think you can cross-breed like that." my eyes flick down to her pushed out chest, gulping hard I look down to my hands. I wipe my palms on my pants.

"No, a werewolf can b-breed with anyone," I meet her eyes," just has to be their mate."

"Awe, that sounds cute," she coos. Before she can add anymore the sergeants come in to collect their squads. I watch her look to the crowd, her shoulders dropping. She turns back to me," well, was nice talking with ya, Cujo." with that she leaves.

I remain seated as everyone begins filling out. Looking to my lap I groan in frustration, I never felt more like a measly runt than right now. Couldn't even talk to her and I'm sitting here with a full chub. I look to the crowd once more, catching sight of her turning out of the doorway. Fisting my pants I whimper lowly in my throat.

If I knew talking with her would make things worse then I would have never done it. The night we first spoke was tenser than any before. I feel like ants are crawling all over my skin, my body unbelievably hot. My blankets feel scratchy and too rough on my sensitive skin. I can hardly sleep as all I can think about is that beautiful woman smiling at me from across the table. Her ample chest just perched on her crossed arms. My loins lurch at the thought, aching to a degree I've never experienced.

I fall onto my back, panting as I kick the blanket off myself. Looking down myself in the dark barracks I see the tent in my pants. I groan, thumping my head against the pillow. A boner over a minute conversation with a girl, surely I couldn't stoop so low. I peak at my lap, groaning again as I flex my toes. Perhaps a little attention can soothe the beast?

Timidly I slide my hand down my stomach, fingers sneaking under the hem of my pants. I grab the base of my shaft, squeezing it while slowly closing my eyes. Just have to do this quickly and I got to get some sleep. With the task in mind, I aim for fast. I pump my fist, going harder than I've usually started. My callused hand feels uncomfortable, not helping the smooth glide I need. I take my hands out of my pants and lick my palm before trying again.

I jerk off, feeling itchy and frustrated as I do. I try to get it out and done before anyone can wake up to notice but I can't get into it. Trying a new tactic I relax on the bed. Keeping my eyes shut I slowly pump my fist up and down my shaft, pleased with the torturous glide. An image of my mate sitting across the lunch table pops in my head, my cock twitching at the picture. I admire her harden face, the beauty in her full cheeks when she smiles. I wince as my fingers glide over my tip.

The image shifts as I stare at her tits resting on the table. They are laid bare, her sweet little nipples hard from the cold lunchroom. My cock pulses as I think about reaching over the table to grab her, grazing my hand over her little buds. A whimper tries to bubble out from my throat, the sound surprising. I can't pay it any mind as I imagine tweaking her nipples, watching her face twist in pleasure. In my palm my cock aches, demanding more as I pump harder.

The scene twists, she's bent over the table with her tight ass presented to me. I whimper again, bucking into my fist. A bulge nudges against my hand with every descent. It would be something to investigate if I wasn't so tempted to continue. I picture lining my dick up with her weeping slit, gently pressing my tip in with a retrained grunt. Another whine leaves me, the base of my cock throbbing worst than the rest of me. As fantasy me bottoms out inside her I bite my fist to reject the whimper trying to cry out.

"Fuck," I mumble in a cry. I jerk till I can feel my body shiver in its impending climax, utterly debauched at the fantasy playing out. As I reach my breaking point I grip the hard bulge at the base of my cock, squeezing as hard as I can as I cum in my boxers. My grip pulses as I unload all over myself.

My grip eases slightly as I catch my breath. I feel disgusting as the wet fabric sticks to my tip. Looking down my body I wince at the damp stain. I tug down my pants and catch a look at my still hard dick, I furrow my brow confused. Generally, I'm soft shortly after, not still ragingly hard. I look to the bulge still cupped in my hand. Well, that's new. I test a squeeze. A shot of pleasure jolts up my spine making my head feel fuzzy. I nearly curl into myself at the surprise. That's definitely new.

I take one more glance at myself, wincing at the sight. I'm no fresh pup, I know what's pulsing at my base. I just didn't think it would come out without being buried inside someone. Sighing, I tuck myself away and attempt to get some sleep. I wince at the sticky fabric, suddenly regretting not waiting till a more opportune time to do this.

Circling the track for the 2nd time I catch up with the squad. Everyone is taking a breather, panting hard after the three miles. I casually jog up to them, still vibrating with energy.

"How can you even do this, air bud," Scott grabs at his knees," I knew there would be running but…fuck."

I look at him bemused," air bud?"

"Well it's like my dog, Rufus," another squad member claps me on the shoulder," would just run around for hours once I let him outside." I look between the two.

"I just like running," I answer," I feel rather energetic lately."

We all talk as I bounce on my heels. The sergeant rounds us all up before heading off to the next part of PT.

We begin jumping jacks in our lines, listening to the drill sergeant scream encouragements. Looking off to the side I catch sight of another squad doing their miles. They all seem rather calm, must be their first mile. I watch them go by, just briefly catching sight of my little mate in the middle of the crowd. A smile curls on my face as I watch her run along. Her arms pumping and chest bouncing. A raging need thrums into my veins, my cock standing to attention. I watch her in a daze.

"What are you doing, boy," someone shouts, grabbing me by the back of my shirt. I stumble as I'm tugged backward, torn from my stupor. Catching my bearings I realized I've tried to walk out of formations, ignoring my exercises in favor of following her delicious smell.

"uh," I shake my head," Sorry, saw a squirrel." I half-smile, hoping the joke would land. He grits his teeth, tugging me back in line.

"I'd make you run another set but I think you would enjoy that, instead you're on patrol tonight, Fido," he shouts, walking back down the line," Let's start again, from the beginning. One, two, three…"

Lunch has me excited, feeling like my tail is ready to sprout out and reveal my pleasure. I quickly shovel down my muck, looking around like an eager pup for any sight of her. Spotting her coming out of the line and heading my way I can't help but wipe my face and straighten my clothes. I nearly bounce in my seat as she gets closer.

"So you do have a tail," Scott tugs on something behind me. I grunt, twisting around with a growl. Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of my fluffy black tail.

"Ah, fuck," I grumble, looking to her coming closer then back at my tail. Without much thought, I pin it between the bench and my thigh.

"Hello, Cujo," she greets," you're endless energy for exercises will never cease to amaze me." she sits down at the table, her tray clanking against the metal. My tail tugs, wanting to break free. I open my mouth to answer, interrupted by someone clapping me on the back.

"Yea, it's making the rest of us look bad. He makes three miles look easy," Tyler jokes as he sits beside me.

"well, it is easy, you guys are just out of shape," she jokes back. I snort, glancing at the offended men on either side of me. My mate has a sense of humor I see.

"haha, hilarious, G.I. Jane," Tyler deadpans.

"It's funny you should say that because I caught you slacking behind your crew today," Scott props his smug face on his hand," it's bad enough they let dogs in the military but you women have a lot more to prove." I can't help but sneer at Scott.

She glares at him, crossing her arms and leaning forward." yea, well what's your excuse, cadet?"

Scott leans forward as well," got a handicap, love, hard to run with three legs."

My mate snorts a chuckle, shaking her head as she grabs her food," What kind souls the higher-ups are to let you join with such a clear handicap."

Scott bounces his brow," you know it, baby. I'll be happy to show you my treatment options, perhaps you can help?" I stiffen at the suggestion, my limbs and chest tightening as Scott continues to flirt. A low rumble climbs up my throat, back arching as I glare at him.

"Think I'll pass, I heard that men with large dicks tend to need too much prep work for a minute of entertainment," she bites back. Scott shrugs as Tyler chuckles, them all going back to their meal. The growl comes out louder, my teeth pricking at my lip as I snarl at him. Scott looks at me, recoiling at the clear aggression.

"You ok, Fido," Scott asks," looks like I'm trying to take your food or something." I feel everyone's eyes on me, confused and concerned. A possessiveness boils under my skin, demanding action against this male. I swallow hard, shaking my head as I glare down at my tray. Reigning back the shift, I shake my shoulders.

"Sorry," I growl," just feeling tense today." everyone nods, quietly eating their meals. I pass a glance to my mate, worried I pushed her away with my lack of control. We look to one another, the edge of her lip tugging up. She looks away with a shy smile gracing her beautiful face. I smile to myself as I eat.

After lunch I go for a run, feeling more anxious than yesterday. I dig hard, making record speed over my fifth mile. My body feels invigorated but anxious as I run. My brain goes a mile a minute, demanding attention to the one person driving me crazy. With Scott's words ringing in my ears all I can do is think about the threat. Someone is encroaching on my territory, challenging my claim.

I shake my head, I haven't claimed her. Hell, I don't even know her name. I run harder. Pictures of her flash through my head, my fantasy of the other night forcing discomfort to my groin. I shake again. Just running isn't doing enough, I need more now.

Slowing to a stop I take off my shirt. Crouching and pressing my fingers to the ground I allow my skin to break. I grunt with my bones snapping and rearranging. The pain feels great, an action my body agrees with greatly. With my claws digging into the dirt and fur bristling in the breeze I bolt down the track on all fours.

cadets and Sergeants gawk as I high tail it around the trail. I breathe heavy, tongue lulled to the side as I hear the air roar in my ears. Everything feels so open and free. This is something I've missed all week. Changing in front of everyone made me feel embarrassed, self-conscious. I'm not like them and proving that could lead to problems. Right now, I couldn't care less. I have other issues to deal with.

After running around for hours I fall in the grass near the tree line, laying on my stomach to bask in the sun. I should be exhausted now, all this mating energy out for the time being. Closing my eyes and resting my chin on my paws I relax. It's a lovely day out.

Sitting there for a moment I feel a burst of energy. I growl. Two hours of running on top of PT this morning, how can I be nearly vibrating with need? This mating business is getting harder and harder to ignore. All I think, hear, smell is her. My cock stirs against my stomach, the hot length pinned to the ground. I growl again.

Making my way to the showers I angrily toss my torn shorts and turn the water on. I step into the cold stream, shocked at the temperature. This should help, I can chill out before patrols tonight. Closing my eyes I press my head against the tiled wall. Not even a second in and I see her. I see her wet and naked before me, giving me eyes and beckoning me forward. I clench my fist and grow as my cock throbs.

"Fine," I grab my erection," you win again."

I jerk myself hard and fast, snarling as I picture pounding into her sweet cunt. Bucking into my fist I imagine her bouncing breast and wonderful cries of pleasure. I need her, I need her so damn bad. Baring my teeth with clenched eyes I feel my base ache. I grab at my knot, pinching it in a tight grip. I can feel my seed go up my shaft, spraying the wall. Whimpering, I pulse my grip on my base, sighing as each drop is let out.

"I can't keep doing this," I whimper," I'm so tired." my cock doesn't soften, even as I turn the water off and dry myself it still aches for her.

Walking the perimeter I look around the dark camp. My uniform feels scratchy and tight as I step. There are bags under my eyes and I'm still filled with energy. I'm tired and hyper at the same time. The walk around the base feels like a dream, hollow and dazed. I'm so sleepy.

The sound of a door opening catches my attention the same time a wonderous perfume punches me in the nose. My head snaps to a shed out a bit of way from the main building. A light is shining out the open door, a shadow cast on the sidewalk. I take another inhale of that sweet scent, my cock pulses.

Like a zombie, I shuffled to the shed. The corners of my vision are distorted as I turn into the doorway. My eyes snap to the person standing at the opposite end next to a shelf. She looks over her shoulder, smiling when she realizes who it is.

"Hey, Cujo," my mate greets," you look like shit, you ok?" she takes a step to me, concerned. A growl snaps out my mouth, my shoulders sagging forward. She recoils, taking a step back. I match her, taking one forward. "Cujo," she tries to say casually but comes out a little worried," you need something from the shed?" I take another step. Her back hits the shelf, startling her as she watches me stalk forward. With all my control out the window, I storm towards her, bracing my hands on either side of her head. My face buries against her neck, taking a large inhale.

"What's your name," I growl out, using the final bit of control I have to ask.

"S-Samantha, my friends call me Sam," she jokes with a timorous hilt. I lick up the taunt tendon of her throat, she shudders. "Cujo," she timidly runs her hand up my arm," what's happening?" I nearly purr at her touch. Her words barely register as I lap at her skin, drunk on her already. I hear the smallest whimper from her, making my ears perk up.

"W-what's your name," she asks as her hand glides up my back to card her fingers through my hair.

"Trevor," I bite at her shoulder," and I can't take it anymore."

"Take what," she says nearly breathless. I can't answer, only having enough thought to grab her thighs and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist easily, pulling me against her heat. My eyes nearly roll with the friction. With little thought I slowly rock my hips, my tongue licking up her neck to her cheek then licking over her lips. Her fingers tug on my hair, scratching at my skin.

"You want me," she asks. I buck hard into her in answer, she chuckles. "Am I your mate," she asks. A spark starts in my loins at her saying such a thing. Does she accept this? Accept me?

Aching and primed I get her on the ground, licking her as I feel my tail stuck in my pants. My brain is muddled and unfocused, wanting to tear her clothes off and mount her right here. It feels wrong- it feels right. I bite at her shoulder again, frustrated beyond belief as I grind into her.

"S-sam," I whimper," Please."

She tugs on my hair again, snaking her hand under my shirt to pet at my sprouting fur. "What do you want, Trevor," she asks.

"You," I dig my teeth into her skin," you, you, you."

She laughs, rubbing her cheek against mine," then have me, big boy."

In a flurry of need, lust, want, I rip her shirt. I can't bring myself to feel guilty as her nearly naked torso is before me. I lather at her chest, plucking the little strap between her cups with my clawed finger. My tongue wets her nipples, chest, stomach, listening to her little adorable whimpers. I feel frenzied as I shove her pants down and bury my face against her cunt. She smells sweet, tastes like ambrosia.

"Oh, good boy," she grips my hair too tightly. I lap are her folds like a dying man, feeling my body pulse and rejoice. She is amazing and all mine, open and pleasured by me. Her body wiggles and grinds against me, forcing me to hold her hips. Her thighs clamped around my face, nearly covering my ears. I'm pleased to hear her cries and feel her tighten around my tongue as I force it inside her. Oh, by the gods, she's divine.

I continue showering my attentions upon her as she tries to push me away," that's enough, Trevor, I need you." my head perks up at her words. She needs me? I sit up, ripping my already torn shirt off my shifted body. I rush to undo my pants, tearing at them enough for my cock to poke through. I look down at her cunt, licking my chops with excitement. I fall over her, hands framing her head. My hips gravitate towards her, needing her more than air. I whimper as I can't bring myself to plunge into her like a savage. Whimper again I meet her eyes, begging her.

She smiles, reaching up and petting my cheek," go ahead, Trevor, I think I understand." overjoyed I lick her mouth, tail wagging freely now.

Now free to do as I need I look between us and nudge my cock against her. My tip spreads her folds but delving into her awaiting heat is hard. I can't think, instincts taking all my control. I whimper again, looking at her. She smiles sweetly, reaching down and guiding me. I wait eagerly for her to lead me, feeling her place me at her entrance. I shove forward, engulfed easily. I whine and growl as I push as far as I can go. I try to nudge further but my base is already swollen. I chuff.

With my new addiction wrapped around my cock I withdraw before plunging into her divine heat with a heavy breath. This is what I've needed, what I've craved. I can't stop myself from bucking into her hard and fast, demanding everything with each thrust. My ears ring as I'm taken to a world of pure bliss.

Samantha writhes and whimpers with me, grabbing at the fur on my chest. I lean closer, pressing my body to hers. My thrusts begin to shorten till I'm rutting into her with shallow humps. Short uncontrolled bucks that leave my knot knocking at her entrance. An overwhelming need overtakes me. I bump my knot harder and harder against her, demanding entrance with every nudge. With a hard push, she opens more for me. I grunt as I force it, locking her to me with a satisfied sigh.

We both wriggle against each other till I'm left whining against her shoulder, with a well-timed clench on her part I'm bursting inside her. I bite down on her shoulder, marking her as my cum paints her insides. Her walls flutter around me. I listen to her melodious cries as I cum. It's too perfect, too beautiful.

With my cock locked inside her I can't help but wag my tail and lick at her face. She giggles, allowing me to shower her in affection as she rests on the floor. I pamper her, licking at her sweat and cleaning every part I can reach. She is mine now, my wonderful mate.

As my knot begins to deflate I feel the week catch up with me. I collapse on her, my cock softening and falling out. She grunts as my weight is on her. My eyes begin to flutter, my body coming back to its original state. I drift off to sleep without a care in the world.

I awaken in an unfamiliar bed with unfamiliar clothes. Without much thought I sniff out my mate, wanting to roll into her comforting arms. A disgusting chemical smell greets me instead of her warm scent. I jump awake, scared, and worried immediately.

"Whoa, cool it, Spot," someone catches my attention. I snap my eyes to them, seeing a skinny man in normal military attire. The brown shirt and camo pants.

"Where is Sam," I growl, disoriented as adrenaline fills my veins.

"The girl? Probably talking with the XO," he shrugs," should be back here soon." the man looks to his computer on his medical trolley. Feeling he is distracted I jump from the bed and bolt to the door. I can hear him shout but I'm too busy taking in the scents around me. I look left, nothing. I look right, I smell her.

Charging down the halls I turn this way and that as I follow her trail. I feel stressed and angry, to an unbelievable degree. I need her in my sight, in my arms. Her scent leads me to a door, the words on the sign not registering in my mind. I slam it open, spotting her immediately.

"Oh, hey," she smiles as she turns in her chair. She has more to say but I interrupt her. Plucking her from her seat I slam her against my body and bury my face to her neck. I take in her scent, assess her health and the environment. The smell of another makes me stiffen but her fingers scratching behind my ear makes me purr. I can feel my tail wagging behind me.

"Tamed the dog, how cute," someone says. I snap my head to them, nearly growling at my XO. He sits at his desk smug, but still intimidatingly powerful. Though I hold back a sound I can't help but bear my teeth to him.

"Let's not antagonize the pup, alright," Sam jokes. She guides me over to the seats, parting to take her own. Looking from her to the XO I feel the urges again, a primal need to get her out of sight of this male. I shake my head to put myself back into a normal mindset. Reluctantly I sit down.

"Now the excitement is over, Cadet Trevor Galius. You are relieved of training till further notice along with Cadet Samantha Backster," he says calmly. I stiffen at the dismissal, looking at Sam in clear worry. Will she be mad? This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, taking her choice away. Sam glances at me with a disarming smile. I remain wary.

"For how long," I ask.

"Till next January, that's when winter training starts. For now, I encourage you two to settle all that needs to be settled before then," he glares over to me," I'd hate to have a repeat of this semester." I wince, looking down at my lap.

"Will this put a delay on werewolves being allowed in the armed forces," I peak up at my XO. He smiles to himself, dropping it quickly.

"I admire your dedication to this cause but no, there be no delay for werewolves. I hope you don't mind too much not being the first one," he answers. Most of my worries melt off at his words. The only person I'm potentially holding back is Sam, no one else has to suffer for my lack of control.

"That won't be a problem, sir," I answer.

With no final notes, we are dismissed. I walk with Sam out into the hall, fidgeting all the while. We walk out of the main building in silence. Should I say something? Is she mad? I pass glances at her, looking for any signs of distress. She gives nothing away.

"Just ask, I know it's killing you," she bites her lip to stop her grin. I fall apart, reaching out and pulling her against me. I can't take not touching her.

"Please don't be mad at me. I didn't want to force you out of training like this but trying to hold back was killing me. I'm so sorry," I whimper into her hair. She awkwardly pats at my back as I apologize.

"I'm not mad," she answers," far from it. I'm rather excited about all this. Like, it's not every day something like this happens."

I recoil from her, confused," you're not mad?"

She shakes her head," no, I actually had some guesses around our second conversation."

I look at her bemused," you did?"

"Yea, I knew about the werewolf mate thing from my cousin. I went to her wedding about two years ago and she was mated to one of your kind. She wouldn't shut up about how they met and the utter romantic garbage she experienced from him," she scoffs," it was almost sickening how sweet they were but I got to learn some signs. You have been tense and full of energy lately. I figured that was normal but you perked up a lot when I showed up. It was really cute. Still, I had some guesses and when you came to the shed it was heavily validated. So in the end, I'm not mad. Lowkey a little happy you didn't do some over the top romantic gestures like my cousin's man did."

I listen to her rant amused and amazed. She knew? A part of me thinks she just had some hopeful thoughts and wanted the signs to be for her. Or maybe I'm not as good as I think at hiding this. Either way, it doesn't matter because she doesn't hate me. She wants me and I can't do anything but be thrilled.

With a snort, I pull her into a kiss, ecstatic with the turn of events. She smiles against my lips, pulling me close. As we kiss a few people walk back, whistling and making sly comments at us. We part, chuckling with one another at their jokes.

"So you aren't mad you have to join back next year," I ask just to be sure.

"Maybe a little," she shrugs," I guess your just going to have to make me forgive you."

I growl, leaning down and nipping at her neck. Her shriek of laughter makes me giddy. I have my mate, and she's perfect.

[lettie-lutz]

Anne: I can't believe P.T. betrayed us again! Why is it always the ones you most expect!

[andimthedad]

Gullible

Beth: [age 12] "Some people are really gullible. I convinced this kid at school that Tara and I are actually sisters."

Me: "I think it was P.T. Barnum who said: you can fool all of the people some of the time, and some of the people all of the time, but you can't fool all of the people all of the time."

Beth: "And you can kill all of the people who don't believe you."

Me: "Well /that/ went in an unexpected direction. Either you're secretly studying Stalin or playing too much Among Us."

Beth: "What's a Stalin?"

Me: "I guess it's Among Us, then."

[enthusiasticsobrietyabuse]

Bob Meehan - The Advocate, Newark, O., Sunday April 21, 1985

"Your unborn child has as much chance of getting a drug problem as getting chicken pox. Walk into junior high school today and half the kids there are getting loaded. I am not accepting that behavior!"

Edging forward on the couch, Bob Meehan underscores the message by grasping your arm and boring in with his eyes. He delivers his words with the same passion he says he once has for shooting heroin. He demands your attention.

"These kids were primed by Cheech and Chong. By age 10 they were primed to smoke a joint as you were to drive a car."

He finishes in crescendo, with a clenched-fist flourish: "They (pause) caaAAN't (pause) wait!"

Drug addict, thief, ex-convict, conman extraordinaire, drug-abuse counselor and now author, Meehan, 42, says he is all of these. He fancies himself as equal parts Elmer Gantry, Mother Theresa and P.T. Barnum.

He has been praised as a hip and gifted teacher whose lesson rings true to drug-plagued kids because he has "been where they are."

But Meehan has also been criticized as an egomaniac out for money, power and glory; a slick operator perpetrating the ultimate con job on desperate and vulnerable families by replacing drug dependency with a dependency on him and his group.

Meehan, who "shot dope for 10 years and banged on the penitentiary door until they let me in," lacks academic credentials. He proudly proclaims his diploma from the school of hard knocks.

Meehan is the founder of Freeway, a self-help drug abuse program that holds meetings in community centers throughout San Diego County, and of SLIC Ranch, his "Sober Live-In Center" in the remote foothills near Lake Wohlford.

Even his toughest critics concede that he is highly successful at getting kids off drugs. They say it is his powerful personality and absolute influence that they fear.

"There is no way a person coming down off of this is not going to lean on someone," said Meehan in the living room of SLIC Ranch. "You've removed their best friend - the chemical. It has worked for them every time.

A con is one who can manipulate, who is charismatic as hell - I don't take credit for that, you're born with it. I'm also bald and ugly," said the wispy-haired Meehan, who chain-smoked and drank coffee from a 16-ounce tumbler throughout the rapid-speak interview.

"But the real con is how I get them off of me and the group and into themselves, into whatever God is to them," said Meehan, who based the Freeway and SLIC Ranch programs on the "12 Steps" of Alcoholics Anonymous that seek to restore self-esteem and sobriety through a relationship with a "higher power."

A half dozen years ago in Houston, Meehan created a successful drug rehabilitation program through moxie, fast talk and innate ability to get through to kids on their own level.

Carol Burnett's daughter, Carrie, was Meehan's prize pupil and the famous comedian toured the talk-show circuit with the wiry and naturally wired Meehan, singing his praises.

Tim Conway, Burnett's old TV sidekick, has had two of his five sons treated for drug problems by Meehan. Conway and Meehan appeared together on a TV show to plug Freeway and the ranch.

Sister Mary Vincent, a San Diego marriage and family counselor, knew Bob Meehan when she was also working with troubled youths in Houston. She referred drug abusers to Meehan's group in Texas and continued to do so after she coincidentally moved to San Diego.

"I referred people to Bob because I saw the effectiveness of his program in Houston," said the Roman Catholic nun known as "Sister Vince." "But a little over a year ago, I began hearing stories from parents going through nightmares and afraid to speak out because of the power Bob and Freeway held over their children.

There is a cultish situation. Bob is a slippery eel and he has many people conned," she said. "To me, it's truly frightening."

Meehan was "removed" in January 1980 from his $50,000 per year consulting job in Houston after newsman Dan Rather pointed out a conflict of interest (Meehan's salary was paid by the hospital to which he was recommending patients from his Palmer Drug Abuse Program) on CBS's 60 Minutes program.

There also was complaints from his flock of former substance abusers that Meehan's idea of a cure was to shift their dependence from drugs to him and his self-help program.

Meehan's group in Texas was described by some former members as cult-like in its demand for total allegiance and its distain for more than cursory contact with the outside world. "We're led to believe that we can't make it without the program," one of Meehan's former followers told 60 Minutes.

Meehan folded the operation in his native Texas and settled in San Diego about four years ago. He quickly established a drug-abuse program at the now-defunct Centre City Hospital and the self-help network Freeway, which is thriving.

For more than two years, he has operated SLIC Ranch in a sprawling 4,000-square-foot hilltop ranch on 10 acres.

Meehan insists that the Freeway program and SLIC Ranch are entirely separate entities. "If I'm at one Freeway meeting a month anymore, that's a big deal," he said. "Freeway does its thing and we do ours."

Freeway is a group of more than 500 recovering teenage drug abusers, including most of the 150-plus graduates of SLIC Ranch. They meet several times a week to talk about their drug problems under the guidance of young counselors - former abusers themselves.

Freeway is one of several self-help groups parents may turn to for help when a child is abusing drugs. When the problem is deemed particularly severe, Freeway refers the child to SLIC Ranch for an intensive 30-day program.

While the child is undergoing treatment at the ranch, the parents are indoctrinated into the Freeway program through a series of meetings for newcomers (Freeway is non-profit, but donations are strongly encouraged). While at SLIC Ranch, the child spends evenings traveling to Freeway meetings and inevitably becomes deeply involved with the group, along with his parents.

At the end of the 30 days, the child usually will leave SLIC Ranch and take up residence at the home of a "Freeway family," one whose child is sober, thanks to the group, and whose parents are true believers in Meehan and his method.

Even if the newly sober child returns home after a few weeks with the Freeway family, according to Meehan, he generally will not return to school for a time and will disassociate himself from classmates and old friends in favor of his new Freeway friend.

[blconnoisseur]

Re-reading anti p.t. and damn I can't believe Param rly just listened to Hwi and took off his underwear & bent over the exercise bench with no questions asked and expectations of what's about to happen hsjsjxjc

[vinceaddams]

I can't find the original of the first one, but I agree it definitely looks edited. His head looks a bit wrong, and some of the grainy texture behind it is smoother than the rest of the background. Here's the unedited version of the 3rd one though:

1890's couple, from valerieanasolaris on Flickr.

The second one appears to be Annie Jones, a bearded woman who lived from 1865-1902 and was part of P.T. Barnum's circus.

And I believe the last one is also a bearded lady. I can't find much of anything on her, but there are more pictures of the same person with the name Miss Delina Rossa.

So that's 2 edited photos, and 2 probably cis women who just happen to have beards!

These specific photos of victorian men in drag just hit me somewhere personal 

(This one has a woman in men’s clothing too!)