#also pls let me know if you want any added cw tags

[pharawee]

I'm so happy we finally got more of a backstory and a happy ending for Namsom and Kor in City of Stars, even if some of the flashbacks were super painful to watch.

There's this part when that horrible, hateful aunt is being intentionally cruel and transphobic, and I think the translator did a really good job of substituting cultural differences and a lack of gendered pronouns by having the aunt intentionally misgender Namsom:

Still, I don't think the subs quite manage to bring across how incredibly rude and hurtful and transphobic (and homophobic too btw) she really is.

Because in Thailand/Theravada Buddhism sons often ordain for a few weeks or months to honour their parents/family. This isn't expected of daughters. See where this is going?*

(*That being said, some conservative temples/monasteries might not want trans or queer people in general to ordain either because they view queerness as a distraction and/or a bad karma.)

Then there's this bit where the English subs again intentionally use the wrong pronouns but in the Thai original the horrible aunt calls Namsom a slur (tut/ตุ๊ด - which afaik is used for [effeminate] men only) along with kathoey (กะเทย - which is NOT a slur, even if that horrible woman meant it that way) - making it very clear what exactly she thinks of her.

And later, when Namsom tells Kor that she is kathoey (and negl that scene almost broke my heart for so many different reasons 😭), she shows him her ID card.*

Currently there is no way for trans folk in Thailand to change their legal sex, meaning that whenever they have to show any kind of ID (which afaik happens quite often in professional environments) they automatically out themselves. The marriage equality bill that's currently underway will hopefully change that soon. 🙏

(*This was also a plot point in My Ride when one of the moto-taxi drivers discovered that his crush was trans when he found her purse - and he didn't care either. 🥰)

[yutasbimil]

Concentration

kenma x fem!oc | haikyuu ff. (time-skip!older kenma) ✦ (2/~) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, slight angst (not really), smut cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, fingering, oral, deepthroating, swallowing, teasing, established relationship, unprotected sex, kinky; light choking and hair pulling, kinda rough, FLUFF!!! D; note: not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho no specific characteristics are mentioned on the fem!oc so pls feel free to imagine as y/n or YOU ♡ word count: 4.4k

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Mai admires Kenma the most for his intense concentration, even whilst multitasking. But today, he’s anything but focused. Not just by being spaced out but Mai is not able to talk to him straight the whole day.

She wants to know what’s up.

And what better way is to lure him on the very thing that he’s best focused on?

“Can you teach me how to play this character?”

"Uh-hmm."

Mai swears she saw a glint in Kenma’s eyes as she said that, with him nodding firmly as a pair of cat-like stares stayed glued to her even as she went back to her seat.

She abruptly had to go back due to the bell ringing.

Kenma on the other hand is occupied with another matter. Now he's got to manage to get through the last period, but all he could think about pressing the right fingers next to hers. Her warmth and the sweet, fresh scent of her shampoo as he's near her—

The mere thought of her touch drives him over the edge.

But to Mai of course, she knew that her asking to play with him is joyous for him. If she only knew exactly what it meant to him.

The school bell rings, signaling another school day ending.

Mai stretches out, putting her bag beside Kenma’s desk as she gets by his seat. Getting the vacant chair in front of him, she leans on the chair, with its back facing the guy. “I barely got through my notes. Who even thought of math as the last period would do anyone good?”

She slumps both her shoulders.

It was the opposite for studious Kenma, though (surprisingly), he got through the problem sets with the speed of light.

“I can help you practice the application of equations though, Mai-chan.”

"Help me later then!" Mai chimes.

Another thing that piqued his excitement is her reaching out to him for help, it’s an obvious fact for her friends how Mai can be stubborn for not asking for help, even to the point of just piling up every load till she's at the brink of her waypoint.

So these instances relieve him in some way that she's letting it loose more, now at the means of games and his influence.

That's progress.

"We can also do exercises to prep for the upcoming tests."

When she nodded, it added more to Kenma’s satisfaction, along with her words that followed.

“Maybe a bit after we play the game at your place? I asked for a favor earlier, remember…?”

At the word 'earlier', Kenma made an indescribable expression between excruciating pain and utter joy that it appeared that he was holding his breath in front of her.

Mai tilts her head in confusion.

Here we go again.

She knew saying that was one way to get his attention (as it involves his most beloved games and her). But she can't put away the fact of the noticeable gap between them; on how he’s been acting weird since this morning. Especially around her. Damn, most especially with her.

This is the first time they meet eye-to-eye all day yet it’s not too long since he strays his vision away from hers again.

Kenma didn't have any difficulty around Kuroo or Tora-san at lunch earlier. Heck, he even managed to go through the talkative Levi-chan with no sweat. Even in class as he even managed to recite, what about the group work earlier? She had kept an eye on him and observed her boyfriend to the point it seemed to fire back at her, thinking, that maybe she is the one who did something?

But what…?

Mai held back an infuriated huff, silent as she followed Kenma who seemed hastened and unfazed standing up from his seat. What’s with him?!

“Why are you looking at me like that?” her tone didn't deliver in the most patient manner. Mai can no longer take it, the usual staring and then putting on a stifling face that she’s been getting makes her get sick of him more, adding to him avoiding her all day.

The moment she walked into his room with a fresh set of clothes, Kenma’s eyes were wide towards her. (Not making it an obvious fact that he likes how good she looks in his oversized shirt).

He raises his hand, palm facing her, and makes Mai stop in her tracks, not given a chance to deny retreat but listen to his voice.

“I had a dream, like how you walked in right now through that door. But like, you had a health bar on you, on top of you— that frightened me at the dream, of course, o-oddly. And there’s a boss fight music playing as you approach me, stonefaced– Yeah, Elder Ring– so imagine how much I’ve been laughing and confused as fuck when I woke up–”

Without a second spared, Mai’s fists met the guy’s shoulder, an obvious whine as she fought between wanting to strangle him or laugh with him.

“Dummy! I thought we had a problem! I thought you had some beef with me!” she cries. No wonder he's been acting like that all morning. He needed the whole damn day to construct that silly dream of his?! She understands so it can be delivered in the best, funniest way. But still!—

“I’m sorry, it seems too surreal…” 

"You better be!" She even had to overthink just to pinpoint what's up. "Seriously…"

It always seems to be like that, it gets funnier when you retell a story to your friend and that's how it looks between them. As Kenma seems to look more relieved, bursting a laugh off his chest more freely now that he has told her about it.

It's different on the girl's end though.

"It was just—pfttt—s-sorry," Kenma covered half of his face, trying all his might to collect his composure. It definitely won over showing the actual guilt he's feeling with his more apparent sheer amusement. "I-it really was just random and funny. Admit it, Mai."

Mai stands up ready to pounce him as she holds back a laugh, but it comes off as forced. "Haha… You better do get fucking ready for this Boss later!—what's so funny? Oi?!"

"HAHAHA! S-stop it, Mai-chan! Hahahaha! I'm going to bust a gut!"

That was exactly how she looked like in the dream "at her 2nd Phase".

She crossed her arms, lowering her head to hide her beet-red face. Kenma reached out to pat her but she refused any touch (for now).

Looking more keenly at him, she even thought of his tired face as something else earlier. But now filled with irritation, she put together the pieces.

“You idiot, you also have practice today! Yet you stayed up late?!” Mai almost shoved her finger at his eyebags, the darkened circles mocking her on how obvious he had played all night in this new game he’s obsessed with.

“Only till 1 am?”

Mai squinted, her whole face scrunched up. The slight hesitation of him continuing what he answered says a lot on his end.

It took a while for them to calm down. Mostly Mai costs Kenma a pack's worth of cream puffs to ease her nerves.

Soon after, they had settled into their setup for today’s plans.

-

The couple almost smacked each other, with Mai pushing him down the floor of his bedroom. “KENMA!”

He managed to pull an OP character on the gacha game they’re playing. Kenma was frantically showing her the shiny and flashing animation on her phone screen. The beautifully detailed illustration of the 6-star white-haired magical girl captivated them. “OMFG! Of all people, you got her!”

He quickly went to the inventory of the characters and upgraded it. 

“You're way more than halfway to even upgrading it higher.” The guy’s fingers navigated through the screen, with Mai peeking over his shoulder closely. Kenma shows her bits and all on how to use the new character she obtained.

The girl grips both his shoulders, all giddy and happy pulling him near her with warm cheeks crashing next to his.

“It's all thanks to you, Ken-chan!”

To the tutorial and character gameplay…

It’s not long till she’s quiet again as she got her phone back. She's struggling to get through levels, though, and even so, she knew that slacking off is not in Kenma Kozume’s dictionary. Most especially in gaming.

It is not at all just playing games for him.

“Wait, wait— again,” she bit her lower lip, focused with brows furrowed as she’s trying to follow through with the combos and team dynamics of the characters.

Kenma goes to show her again, and Mai is trying to sync her fingers as if she's doing the controls herself.

“Woah, you even managed to pass this level, your weapon is not that great now either,” Kenma says. The ‘CLEARED’ showed through the screen, and the evident awe in the blonde’s eyes shine along with the effects.

“That's how OP this character is, huh.” Mai stares at the screen, mouth agape. She felt a leaning weight beside her, and there and behold, a pouty Kenma.

“Oh, here goes Mr. Salty again.” she declared, her boyfriend just continues to sulk. “I know… but this is just unfair, it took us months to get ours to SS.”

She points out. “Mine is still at S—”

"Still!'

"Hey! It's you who pulled for this character, I just let you."

It even took a while for her to save up for pulls as she's not much of a grinder unlike him.

“Well, at least you got 2.” Kenma slumps himself to the pits of the floor. “Urghh… just thinking of it… how lucky!”

His girlfriend joins him laying down on the floor, patting him. “But even so, it would just add up the pity if I didn't get them.”

Mai gets her phone back and enters an event stage that he just taught her. Now it’s time to put the earlier moves into use. But before doing so, Kenma had another thought in mind.

“Wait, Mai, we also got to ‘practice’ right?”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes stayed glued to her phone screen, he got it back for a moment. She rolls over, her belly close to the carpet as her feet relax in a position near Kenma, he pats her as a prior reminder.

“I mean you still got to practice on what we talked about other than this game.”

Trying to stay put and focus on the game, she also did her best to rerun her brain on what they talked about. She blinked, her lips shaping into an ‘O’ at the realization. 

Blushing, it indicated to Kenma that she remembered the intimate details they had agreed on.

She proposed how she wants to improve more and be the one to move instead of just him keeping it active between them in bed. To be specific, how her hips would move consistently on the act, be more stable and what can they do with her stamina for them to stay more active longer, humping—

Startled, he moves her to the bed as she’s spiraling more into her suggestive thoughts.

"W-wait, let me restart the stage—"

Before she could process any of what’s happening completely, Kenma pats her phone back, like kinda shoving it at her hand. "Play."

Dumbfounded, she’s now facing his crotch. “Huh?”

“Suck me while you play.”

“I-I…”

“Come on, this can help you be more aware and active in what you are doing.” His words are as firm as keeping a hold of her between his legs.

"In g-game?...How are you sure it helps on the aspect, eek—”

His sudden aggressiveness makes her feel a pool of warmth down there. As much as it hurts her scalp with his tight grip. This is what she asked him last time. Getting a bit more course than his usual restraints. And yes, the hair pullin—

As if on cue, Kenma pulls her head closer to his boxers, lifting her head a bit as he strips off and pulls it down to reveal his hard-on.

His deep stare and grin are enough for her to listen to him. She had no other choice but to obey.

Looks like the tables have been turned curtly on who's the boss.

Pressing the stage, she continues on but gradually his vague relished noises are enough to distract her.

She hovers her nose tip on his balls, then sucking it with full care as she also slurps her tongue on his head the next. Her mouth in and out sliding in rugged motions by his girth, all the way down till he hisses. Even if the loud clashing sounds from the game are prominent, the faint moans from her boyfriend’s lips are enough for her to miss a combo, then another.

“Fncchhh…” she muffles, the vibration made Kenma buck his hips, making her yelp as his hard length pushes further down her throat. “Ah- ah, focus Mai…”

You’re the one to talk!

She wants to retort so badly, but every bit of her strength and ability of her mouth is full at the moment. 

How is Kozume still able to complete the stages flawlessly while I go down on him?! 

She is reminded so vividly of those times she would sneakily creep between his legs as he’s in-game, giving him a sweet bonus on his gameplay. This also while, sometimes, he's in-call with his buddies, he even manages to give directions and answer them with poise. But this is anything beyond compare on how collected Kenma is, to now on how he’s going down on her.

She’s losing it, big time.

“N-no, ah-hmm…please.” It adds more to Mai’s crumbling concentration as he reaches for her breasts, devilishly slipping a nimble finger into her tight core. Back and forth, to even curling them in twists and turns, hitting more damage to her already feeble focus.

They are positioned in a way that it is easy for Kenma to reach for her whole body, even his height and stature are at the advantage to handle her.

She regretted the near proximity as Kenma has his own ways to have fun at the moment.

"Ah-shit." She missed another dodge by half a second.

Mai cannot even contain her attentiveness to the screen to the creeping bony hands by her erect nipples, it diverts her focus further away as she cannot ignore the lingering feeling that’s wetting her panties.

Her insides are getting twisted the same as Kenma curls his fingers while he plays with her nipples and bare chest, fitting oh so nicely at the palm of his pretty hands.

“Ahh… Hmmm…” It frustrates the fuck out of her, trying her best to finish the stage. She also wants to finish sucking him fairly with a bang (pun intended). Mai is anything but a multitasker, especially in this case. As playing these types of games requires a lot of attention. And from someone like her, she wants to give her full attention to pleasuring her boyfriend.

But by the looks of how she's struggling, he seems to be enjoying it.

Schadenfreude.

“Heeee—huhu, you're such a sadist!” Mai grouches. Without looking, he hears the sound of how she failed a stage. “Wait, again.”

Kenma just chuckled at her persistent tone, as if he was not at all messing her up seconds earlier. Also, the warmth and sensation when she let go of his dick from her mouth had him startled.

When his erection is released, instead of complaining, a slight whimper from his lips was elicited, followed by an amused chuckle at the girl's pouting.

“You're close to finishing there?” Kenma asks, patting her head.

The stage, or coming?

She just immediately placed her body back earlier when she was playing.

“Isn't that something to ask you, Ken?”

After making sure, she nods, getting back into the mood though it hasn't left Kenma's system at all.

Kenma then suddenly pulls her head down, deepthroating a whole load into her mouth. Her eyes widened as she got caught off guard. “Ahh- hnmmh–!” She yelps which then gradually gets swallowed by pleasure at the sensation hitting the back of her throat. The moaning of her sweet lips sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.

With her eyes clouded in ecstasy, he moved his hips and used her mouth in pleasure. “Babe, wai-haa—”

The sound of his dick going in and out of her precious mouth gagged her ears into redness.

Mai breathes out, trying her best to maintain some air as she’s close to choking on his length. She swallows every bit of breath possible before being shoved down again. 

“Ah, Mai…” he groans, already closing his peak with her moaning along as he’s riding out his release. Seconds after, now the insides of her mouth filled with his hot load of cum.

She coughs frantically, though swallowing some of his load left in her mouth and lips. Licking every bit of his sweet release with her tongue, she smiles widely as she has swallowed every last one of his semen.

After being rough, he gets the phone from her to set it aside, patting her head to relax her.

“You like it like that?” Kenma asks, an assuring look as he pulls her close. Along with the words 'Is she satisfied?' She hasn't orgasmed yet and that's one of his main concerns. That's not a problem with her as most of the time, it's the act with him that satisfies her the most, orgasm isn't always the goal. 

Though, she was a bit flushed as she felt a different kind of tingling sensation in her body.

With her head lowered, she gingerly shakes her head ‘no’, shy as she tugs Kenma by his sleeve.

“No… I didn't expect you to be that kind of rough.”

“Ohh.” By the looks of how his girlfriend is hiding by his arms, he might’ve gone a bit overboard her threshold. “S-sorry…”

He puts some of her stray and unkept hair off her face due to their messiness. With the back of his hand, he wiped her mouth, each stroke delicate as affectionate as he looked at her.

Kenma quickly pats her and caresses her face, pulling her small stature near for her to come closer to collect warmth. Cuddling into a little spoon, she looks up to Kenma as she touches both her chest sheepishly. “My nipples also hurt.”

“Okay, let's be softer next time.” He’s quick to admit he got carried away, taking mental notes all ready to be done. 

Mai promptly noticed this, and not wanting to make him feel awful… she assured him with a tight squeeze on his hand. She actually had fun though maybe she got overwhelmed as this is the first time he has let loose that way. Also with her taking a bit more of what she can handle in terms of both their experimentation on their own bodies. This is only the first 'practice' after all. Tugging a smile underneath her shy eyes, she says. “But I don't mind you playing me like this sometimes, Kenma.”

Kenma prompts up, along with the erection in between his legs still not shying away, and remains hard. It looks like it’s still up for Round 2.

“Again then.”

His firmness and jump in his voice took her by surprise. Especially on him quickly carrying on their course of action.

“Ken–” As he pleases and as she had requested, he’s a bit hoarse.

Kenma pushes, along with pulling her body close to his torso. 

“You need to practice more.” He tightens his grip on her hips, causing her heated core to meet his erection. Her legs seem to turn to jelly.

“N-no, wait. Ken-kun…” She pouts her lips, but it makes her boyfriend get more roused up as she asks for a kiss.

It has only been half a day, but it did make Kenma miss her softness, it was made obvious at the twitch of his hard-on. His Adam's apple bop up.

"Mai…"

Kenma leans in, closing in the proximity that seemed to be distanced since its last meeting.

As their lips collided, it still remains the warmest feeling laid on her skin, besides his electrifying yet calming hands near her. To the previously rough handling of him to her… gradually turns gentle by the tips of his fingers as he places his hands on her hips, moving below and lower as they inch deeper and deeper into their sweetest exchange of kisses.

Kenma was quick to take reminders as his touches improved to the twist of his fingertips.

It’s as if they took turns, now with Kenma’s strong frame hovering over her. He shoves his kisses passionately into the crevices of her lips, filling her heart with such euphoria as his hands simultaneously venture and map on her body.

He hasn't even fully collected her yet into his endearing stare.

But she gets lost all the more as he unravels her hair, letting it loose for the both of them as Kenma rests her head, encapsulating Mai into his eyes.

She hugs him, tightening her hold on his arms. It has been quite a while since they have been together but she was still head over heels in love with the way his eyes would be in deep concentration; so sharp, it pierces right through her.

This is something she's willing to get used to for the rest of her life.

"I love you…" she whispered, placing each syllable and its meaning in every pause of their kisses.

He draws himself closer, mumbling the same endearment by her ear.

It made all the sense he feels the same, in the way he’s delicate and intricate in the way he handles her. His weight crashes into hers as if they are one.

Pulling away, their reddened cheeks indicated they had been too lost in the kiss that they both reacted with a laugh, in sync as they got reminded of the background music of the game.

The phone really got set aside along with their attention to it.

"Let's continue…"

Kenma positions her so that both of them can receive and give pleasure to one another. With her back from him, her chest lay on the softness of the bed as she keeps engaged with the phone. It spiked panic in the girl’s system, feeling another wave as she felt his veiny fingers setting aside her panties. The warmth getting hold of her legs gave her goosebumps. 

As the stages get harder, it also gets difficult as she cannot entirely see what he’s doing behind her as she’s got her hands preoccupied already.

“Ha-ahhh… Ken… kun.” Mai prods her sensitive cunt onto his face, to which Kenma gladly stimulates, taking full advantage of her position.

It pools moreover as Kenma tries to collect and lick her juices with his tongue, spreading more pleasure to her aching buds. 

She lost hold of her phone as she yelped, Kenma sucking her clit which made it all the more difficult to give back the same effort to her fingers. She gulps for air as she feels his nose by her ass, his tongue deeper into her along with his hands playing her swollen bundle of nerves.

Mai then again tries her very best, playing and practicing as he advised. Kenma lets her play his stages get better; with her first try on the stage, "okay".

Though, it cannot really be said the same when putting another stimulus into the picture.

Sensing him pulling down her panties, it alarmed her how the coldness easily contacted her wet core– making it easier for Kenma to put in his dick and fucks her.

She felt her get tight around him as he grabbed hold of her swaying breasts, back arched, bucking his hips harder to the beat unknowingly. 

Their breaths get more ragged with Mai unable to leave the sensation of him inside of her unnoticed. All the pent-up arousal is evident in their eyes, enough to eat each other out with stares. How he's spreading her so well as he widens her more. She moves her lips along, moaning as she shamelessly puts her tongue out with her eyes clouding up in bliss.

"More! Ah… Please… d-don't stop." she pleaded. His fervent movements are getting more vigorous, getting her more impatient as she dips deeper, hastily thrusting her hips along with him. She's already a mess just pressing keys to get by but she’s about to lose it.

He also feels himself getting more stirred up as they both moan and groan, the penetrating sensation getting the best of them. She can no longer muffle out her desperate noises for release.

"It feels so good, ah-holy fuck—" She squirms, grabbing hold of anything that might let her reach her peak but the way Kenma is also giving pleasure to her chest got her so worked up.

The change of pace along with the slapping of skin got both of them so immersed. Kenma is getting filled up in arousal, seeing how she engulfs him whole into her, in and out so tightly, he's getting close—

“Fuck… you’re sucking me dry.” Kenma faltered. With a hard thrust, Mai yelps even at the feeling of him slipping off his hard dick… Though, the liquid dripping off her ass felt too warm for saliva. Feeling his head crashing onto her bare back, she turns to look at him.

Turns out it's already his cum.

For obvious reasons, she failed on her second try at the game.

"I cannot really concentrate well like you!" She breathes out, sweeping off his stray hair back already sticking to his sweaty face. 

Kenma pats her head. His eyes were full of assurance as he set the phone aside, it was only there to tease her after all. For the most part.

"But as long as we practice the other thing more, right?"

Talking about the sex, she nods in approval. Well, she did last longer this time for another round with him.

Even feeling good now for another. She noticed her body's state; the adrenaline keeps on rushing in.

"I'll show you how you can do it faster." Kenma takes the phone by his hand, rapidly starting the stage as if his own cooldown was that quick.

"Than you coming?" Mai replies. It made Kenma furrow his brows, elbowing her arm as he hits a combo.

"Hey! It's not even that quick."

Mai got the reaction she wanted. A joking tone filled her grin. "You enjoyed it?"

Kenma pressed along with the keys that finished a victory sweep.

"You are the one enjoying it."

As much as Kenma was shaking his head in obvious denial, the stain on his reddening cheeks cannot be negated. Also, the obvious beam in his tone says a lot. The girl could only lean onto him and carry on their antics. Enjoying their newfound anticipation in playing games and multitasking.

It was both of them who enjoyed a test in concentration, but Kenma remains the expert in this field. They have plenty; many chances to practice. Mai will eventually—at the very least—match up with him.

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[jaskierswolf]

I love your writing, maybe you could write jaskier/dandelion semi-public sex/handjob? thanks

This definitely almost took me two months... sorry! I hope you see this nonny!

This is a modern au, in my head in takes place in the same AU as this fic, but both can be read separately, honestly both are just smut, there’s very little plot.

Jaskilion - 1k - featuring aro Dandelion and a poly relationship (mentioned geraskier and Yenralt.)

CW: public handjob, exhibition kink, alcohol... I think that’s it? 18+ Only pls

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Jaskier giggled as he slumped into the booth in the corner of the club, holding two Long Island Iced Teas, the brown liquid spilling over the edge of the glass. He pouted at the mess on the table, sighing as he leant on Dandelion’s shoulder. They were celebrating. Their band had finally signed a record deal and things were finally looking up. Dandelion’s long fingers threaded into his hair, scraping so wonderfully against his scalp, sending a warm tingle down his spine.

“Oh that feels wonderful,” Jaskier sighed happily.

They were two drinks down and happily buzzed. The wonders of being a light weight meant a night out was much cheaper. Their friend, Jaskier’s boyfriend, Geralt could spend twice as much and barely be tipsy.

“Do you have any idea how sinful you look in those jeans, darling?” Dandelion asked, his fingers pulling in Jaskier’s hair.

Jaskier smirked and turned so he could look up at Dandelion with wide eyes, biting his lip seductively. He knew. Of course he knew. Every part of his outfit had been chosen very carefully. Tight black jeans that clung to his thighs, calves and arse like they were painted on, perfectly tousled hair that looked like he’d rolled out of bed, and thick black eyeliner around his blue eyes that would make them pop just right. His patterned white shirt was barely buttoned above his pecs, revealing large amounts of chest hair that he knew his friend adored. He’d also dusted a sparkling red blush to his cheeks. He’d had one particular goal tonight and that was to drive Dandelion crazy.

His roommate, fellow musician, and sometimes barista, looked equally divine. His long blond hair flowed in gentle curls down his back, a cute little beanie on his head and thick rimmed glasses balanced on his nose. He wore dark blue skinny jeans and a blue jumper over his shirt. If it wasn’t so hot inside the club then Jaskier had no doubt that his roommate would also be wearing his tweed jacket but that particular delight had been left at home.

He was a total dork and Jaskier loved him.

Jaskier fell in love easily and without restraint. He was lucky to have Geralt. The stoic mechanic gave Jaskier the love and attention he craved, but didn’t care when Jaskier wanted to fuck around. Geralt had Yennefer after all. It was a complex relationship to anyone on the outside but it suited them perfectly.

And it suited Dandelion too, he wasn’t one to fall in love and settle down.

Dandelion pressed a kiss under Jaskier’s ear, his hand leaving Jaskier’s hair to trail patterns up along his thigh. Jaskier swallowed, feeling the familiar headiness of arousal as he tilted his head to allow Dandelion’s talented lips better access to his neck. God he was weak for neck kisses and the blond knew it.

“Don’t think I didn’t realise,” Dandelion’s breath tickled his ear and he nipped at the lobe.

Jaskier hummed in response.

“You always wear those jeans when you’re looking for a fuck,” Dandelion continued in a low voice, barely audible over the pounding music of the club. The pulse of the bass thrummed through Jaskier’s body only serving to heighten his arousal.

He had been hoping Dandelion would join him in his room later that evening but he wasn’t opposed to getting a head start. He let out a shaking breath as Dandelion palmed his half hard cock through his jeans.

“Fuck…”

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” Dandelion chuckled. “Can you keep quiet?”

Jaskier bit his lip, not really sure of his answer. He was famously quite loud in bed, he had never been able to help it but if Dandelion didn’t touch him soon then he might actually die. He shivered and nodded, suddenly feeling far too hot in the stifling dark room.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Stop being a tease.”

Dandelion let out a peal of laughter, and pulled off his glasses as his lips brushed along Jaskier’s cheek, never quite touching his lips. Jaskier pouted and chased Dandelion’s lips until the blond finally relented. The kiss was messy, sloppy even, a side effect of the cocktails perhaps or just driven by mindless lust. Jaskier’s hands pulled at Dandelion’s hair, making the blond moan into the kiss, his fingers fussing with the zip of Jaskier’s jeans.

“Dand…”

“Shhh,” Dandelion giggled against his lips.

Jaskier’s heart was racing, his head spinning as Dandelion’s hand wrapped around his cock under the table. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning too loudly. He panted into Dandelion’s mouth as long fingers dragged along his length.

“Fuck,” he whined.

“Be quiet,” Dandelion chided with a click of his tongue, running his nose under Jaskier’s jaw, licking at his neck.

“Hmm… trying…”

And he was but the alcohol running through his blood loosened his tongue, and he couldn’t help but feel a thrill when he looked out onto the dance floor. None of those people knew what they were doing, but every time he caught someone’s eyes he felt like he was on fire. The burning heat of the forbidden act, Dandelion skilled hands stroking his cock relentlessly as he bit and sucked marks into Jaskier’s neck. God, it was too much. He gasped, trying to stay silent, as he neared his orgasm.

“Dandelion, I. I can’t,” He spluttered, hands gripping desperately in his friend’s hair.

Dandelion hummed like a contented cat, capturing Jaskier’s lips once more, biting his bottom lip between his teeth.

Jaskier whined helplessly. “I need… I…”

Dandelion smirked, looking far too smug as Jaskier was falling apart. “Come for me, sweetheart, don’t let them know.”

Jaskier cried out, the sound muffled by Dandelion’s lips, as he spilled into the blond’s hand. The room faded out of existence for a few seconds and he struggled to catch his breath. He buried his face in Dandelion’s neck whilst he recovered, blinking as he returned to the dingy booth in the darkness of the club.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

“Let’s save that for when we get home, darling.”

Jaskier glared up at his roommate. Dandelion looked far too proud of himself. Jaskier was going to have fun wiping that smug haughty grin off his face when they got back. He just… He needed a moment first.

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[ofkareenas]

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JANHVI KAPOOR, CIS WOMAN, TWENTY-FIVE, SHE / HER  ⟨  ✽  ⟩   hey, you haven’t bumped into  kareena puri  lately, have you? they have been living here for the past  two years  and during that time, locals have gotten to know them as  charismatic  &  creative.  a little birdie told me they can be quite  stubborn  &  opinionated  though. explains why they’re an online fashion brand owner and designer .  they really remind me of  morning beach walks, sketchbooks filled with new designs, the sound of a sewing machine running.  if you’re ever looking for them, i bet you can find them around port briar lighthouse.

hi again, it’s tally ! this is my second baby kareena !! she’s very new to me and it’s pretty exciting bc i tend to just recycle characters kjhfgkj again, if you’d like to plot, please reach out to me on dms, or you can like this and i’ll reach out. you can also talk to me on discord if you’d prefer that. ( gowon face insurance company#8416 ) also pls excuse how messy this is, i havent written a proper full intro in a while.

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kareena puri

march 30th, 1996 - 25 yrs old ; aries

cis woman, she/her, bisexual (closeted to her family, not so much to anyone else)

born in mumbai, india. raised in seattle, washington.

currently residing in port briar, maine

pinterest board: here

TW / CW: none, other than a controlling family, which idk if it even should be tagged but yuh

kareena knew it, she was lucky compared to others. she had it better than some of her peers, and she recognized that privilege. but if she could trade her family life for a “normal” one, she would in the quick snap of a finger.

kareena’s family was pretty much old money. she came from a long line of doctors in almost every medical field, and they own so many private hospitals and clinics in many countries. if you happen to hear the Puri family name, you probably would associate it with these things: a big hospital that you probably drove by with your car or a surgeon that your doctor wanted to refer you to.

every child in the family was expected to go to med school. it was the only way to keep the family legacy and pride going. of course, the more new generations came in the family, the more there were those who decided to take different fields of work instead. and of course, the eldest members in the family would always voice their disappointment in them, and would always make sure to remind them that they’re a disgrace no matter how successful they are in whatever field they went into.

kareena didn’t know what she was doing at the young age of sixteen. her parents would boast about how she would be a successful doctor when she grows up, just like her older siblings, and how her younger siblings would be the same as well. all kareena did was nod and smile. she didn’t want this.

the thing is, she was a naturally great student with really good grades, and yet her parents would be disappointed if she got a B+ or even an A- on a subject every once in a while. she didn’t get it. she thought she was doing her best. although the complaining about her report cards was getting a bit too much coming from her mother, and that’s when kareena really started to not give a fuck. yes, she still got good grades for her own sake, but she started to do whatever she wanted. she hung out with kids her parents would call a bad influence, and started to skip some school days or go to parties on the weekends. it was fun and liberating to her.

once her senior year was over and kareena was graduated with a high school diploma, her family was back at it again, trying to get her to apply to all the notable medical schools out there. she had protested about it, and family fights ensued, and with some threats, kareena was forced into applying. next school year, she was in another city, studying to be a surgeon, and her mind wasn’t into it at all. she only lasted one year before she decided to drop out and transfer to FIDM, a fashion school in L.A, instead.

kareena has always been into fashion. the way she dressed would tell you so. how she was always on the latest fashion, and how she would have so many sketchbooks and scrapbooks of fashion related things. she loved making her own clothes at home with her sewing machine. her mother would tell her that it’s a nice hobby, but she never guessed that her daughter would want to pursue it as a career. the color drained out of her face when she saw what kareena had done. she was angry and disappointed, and mostly worried about what the rest of the family would say, more than she cared about her daughter’s wants and needs. kareena, however, didn’t care. she was happy. she moved out to be closer to campus, and soon enough after graduation, she left everything behind and decided to go somewhere quieter: port briar, maine. this was completely different from everything she was used to, it was so quiet and small, but she loved it. she finally feels at peace with herself.

now, kareena is a successful fashion designer. she started an online business, and it has been booming, with fashion influencers promoting her work. she was hoping that someday she would get to do bigger things, like making custom items for celebrities and being featured in fashion magazines and fashion weeks. she could only wish and work towards that for now.

and even with all of that, even when kareena had picked herself up from the ground on her own and built her own business, her family still didn’t approve. they still pretended to care about her, but would make sure to remind her of how disappointed they are in her and the path she’d taken. they would sit and wonder what it would’ve been like if she continued to go to med school, and how successful she could’ve been. and all kareena would do in response is smile and say that she’s successful anyway, but at least now she’s doing something she actually loves.

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born in mumbai, india. moved to seattle, washington when she was still a baby, and was raised there for the rest of her life, all while still visiting family back home.

kareena is the middle child of 5 siblings. two older brothers and two younger sisters

she is bisexual, and she’s pretty open about it. except to her family. shes not out to them

she believes in working hard, but she also believes that everyone deserves to have fun and get a break every once in a while. she currently is the only main person doing all the work for her business, but she’s hoping to soon hire anyone who has the same interests as her

her designs are mostly evening wear dresses and such. think teuta matoshi or marionela type of dresses, all flowy and puffy, giving fantasy feels

altho i would say her success is more like early hope macaulay, when she was still starting out. if no one is familiar with her, she is an irish fashion and textile designer who got famous for her knit wear on instagram, and she’s p young !! u might recognize her work if u look her up <3

she currently lives alone port briar, with her rented home facing the beach. exactly how she likes it. it was different and definitely not lavish like her home growing up, but she liked it better. she could’ve lived somewhere more expensive, but she didn’t want that.

owns a studio where she usually works. there is more space for her there than what she used to have at home. all the design process, sewing and even photoshoots take place there usually

if not working, kareena could be found at the rocky beaches near the port’s lighthouse or off somewhere on an adventure. she is always here to have a good time

honestly kareena is still such a new character for me, so if i think of any other hcs, i’ll add them here

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friends from school, could be from seattle or L.A: kareena would’ve kept in contact with those friends tbh shes the type of person to keep her friends around. even if they were just added to her snapchat or followed on instagram. she would keep up with them

toxic relationship / gf: THIS

exes ?? we could definitely plot this out

high school ex perhaps 👀

FWB: no strings attached 

neighbors: she lives on sea sprite lane

family members? kareena would be hoping that left them all behind in the past, but it can’t be denied that she has a big family and she could possibly run into any of them at any moment

omg crush perhaps ! idm if it’s one sided, and it could either be kareena having feelings or the other person

a friend she had a falling out with: she probably met this person two years ago when she first moved here. something might’ve happened and one thing after another, they dropped each other and it was probably the worst falling out for both of them

clients / customers for her business perhaps. or maybe a helping hand!! 

literally anything u wanna do, lets gooo

[denkilightning]

the wip yall asked for im ready for some self validation

important thing to pay in mind: hanta uses they/them pronouns!! and they’re half portuguese from their mother’s side

tw/cw, tags: (lots of) swearing, guns/gunshots, q slur, slight misgendering, unloving biological parents, lgbtq themes

summary: Hanta gets kicked out. Aizawa finds them. Shit happens.

pls give constructive criticism/some validation

Hanta woke up on a couch feeling like absolute shit. Their arms and fucking elbows were raw as fuck. Felt as if they were gonna fall off. 

Wouldn’t be that bad. 

They haven’t felt this bad even after the Sports Festival.

Probably because I haven’t used them much there lmao, they chuckled to themselves. Why did I fall asleep on a couch, anyway? 

Then Hanta remembered what happened last night.

Right. 

They came out to their mother. Which turned into coming out to their parents. Fuck. Because, yeah, that was smart. After their dad said he'd fucking shoot them if they turned out to be a fucking queer back in middle school. 

Right after the Sports Festival, Hanta decided it was a good idea to come out as genderqueer to their mother. 

Mamãe didn’t react so badly. 

A simple ‘You’ll always be my baby boy, querido’. 

Which were not the words they wanted to hear. 

Did it hurt? Yeah. Obviously. It was their mamãe, who was supposed to not only accept, but also support them all their life. 

And then she just… didn’t.  

She still loved them though! And wasn’t that enough? It didn’t feel like enough. It should though, shouldn’t it?

Hanta’s mother was an incredible woman. Smiling through hell, comforting them when they needed, taught them portuguese and everything they knew, really. Quirkless, in the world where only the quirk mattered. She was strong, funny, brave and beautiful. That’s what she was like, wasn’t it?

Hanta wasn’t at their house. They were at Aizawa and Mic’s. Fuck, I didn’t even know they were together. 

You couldn’t blame them, though. They didn’t pay attention to their teachers’ personal lives and these two were very different from each other. Didn’t seem to spend time together more than necessary. 

So Hanta was surprised when Aizawa warned them that Mic was there, too. They put two and two on their own.

Then the sweet smell hit Hanta. Rice, cinnamon and… vanilla?

Home.

It smelled like home. 

Tears pricked at their eyes. Fuck.

Baby steps, anjinho. They heard their mamãe's voice inside their head. 

They took a deep breath and slowly moved one arm. Hurt like hell but was livable. They gripped the blanket in one hand and slowly lifted. Then they moved their legs to test the waters. Their legs seemed fine. Or better than arms, rather. They put their legs on the ground, loosened the grip on the blanket and let it fall. 

It still wasn’t worse than father’s reaction.

Hanta couldn’t remember any actual words but what they did remember was shouting and gunshots and ‘get out of my house’s and fear. They remember feeling absolutely terrified. 

Hanta has never been so scared in their entire life. And they’ve been attacked by tens of villains and frozen by Todoroki, while being watched by the whole nation (if not multiple nations, fucking God).

Long story short, they were kicked out and they’d be homeless and starve to death if Aizawa hadn’t found them on his night patrol.

Hanta looked around and spotted a tall, slim figure in what seemed to be the kitchen. 

Just when the figure turned to them and smiled the extravagant smile, Hanta recognized Present Mic. 

‘I’m making rice pudding.’ Mic smiled. ‘It’s vegan.’ He added brightly.

Hana blinked in surprise.

‘Come on, sit with me.’ Mic invited the with a vague hand gesture. 

Hanta complied.

Mic smiled, pushing the plate towards them. ‘Try some.’

They took the fork. ‘Sure.’

They tasted the meal.

It was… not bad. They weren’t sure if it was good, but it surely wasn’t bad.

But most importantly, it didn’t taste like home. It was a bit sweeter, less vanilla than mamãe used to add. 

But Hanta liked it.

‘Do you like it?’ Mic looked at them with glowing eyes.

Hanta smiled. ‘Yeah.’ 

They looked down at their plate with soft eyes and looked back at Mic. ‘Thanks, Mic!’

Mic looked at them with a weird look in his eyes. Hanta decided he liked it. 

‘Call me Yamada, if you’d like.’

Hanta swallowed the rice and smiled again. ‘Sure.’

Hanta studied Mi- Yamada’s face, while munching on their food. They didn’t even realize how much they needed food until now. 

The guy would be considered really attractive if it weren’t for this fucking mustache, but Hanta had a mullet so they didn’t really have a room to judge. His colors were basically the opposite to Hanta’s. His rich brown skin contrasted nicely with the gold of his hair. He had a pointy nose and small mouth, which was surprising with his quirk in mind. His eyes were the most striking green Hanta has ever seen. And… was this red in his irises?

‘Um… excuse me, but what color are your eyes?’ Hanta asked slowly.

Yamada chuckled.

‘I have partial heterochromia.’ he said. ‘Most of my eyes are green and then there's bam! Red.’ Yamada gestured excitedly.

[the blank, but know toshi toshi comes in]

Don’t fucking assume pronouns, Hanta, they told themselves. A scratchier, brighter voice filled their mind, A hypocrite ain't something you wanna be, fofinho. Hypocrites end in sad places.

Yeah, I’m surely in a sad fucking place. 

‘You’re the guy from the hero course who got wrecked?’ Eyebags eyed Hanta, unimpressed, as they flinched.

That stung.

‘Not a guy.’ Hanta murmured, grimacing.

Eyebags raised their eyebrows and said, ‘Sorry. You’re the kid who got wrecked with that ice overkill?’

A sentence like that shouldn’t lift their spirits but Hanta was a human of low standards.

Hanta chuckled nervously. 

‘Yeah.’ They smiled sheepishly, scratching their neck. ‘And you’re the kid who declared the war on us?’ They raised their eyebrows, grimace turning into a soft smirk.

Just because they got almost killed by their own father doesn’t mean they’re not the piece of shit they’ve always been.

Yamada laughed.

[whumpqin]

The Open Window, Part One

Splitting this up into two parts. I thought it would be better because part two has some really, really bad stuff in it, and I wanted to let people read without worrying about accidentally reading it! So Part One is bad, but not That Bad.

Also hi, I’m back.

Taglist: @faewhump @imagination1reality0 @galaxywhump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @insanitywishes @spiffythespook (If you want to be added, just let me know!)

CW: Pet whump, creepy/intimate whumpers, conditioning, brainwashing, failed escape attempt, barbed wire, dehumanization, monster whump, abusive language, threats, and perhaps others that I’m missing. Let me know if something needs to be tagged!

Word Count: 2,598

For one, breathless minute, Elisha was merely feet away from the exit to his cage.

Don’t fucking move Caleb, you understand me?

Yes, Sir.

It felt like agony to be forced to stare at it, back stood straight and perfectly still like a toy soldier. Jeremiah had left him there to aid Aridai in their reshuffle of the living room - they had been talking about getting a TV for a while and needed to make room for it - leaving the air of a threat hanging from his stern tone. At this point it had only been a moment since hands had left the leash and the hot breath of one of his captors wasn’t crawling down his neck, and already Elisha felt like the air was being choked out of him.

Minutes turned to seconds. Unconsciously, he counted them.

Elisha’s leash hadn’t been tied down to anything. It had just been untied from the kitchen sink, forced to stand as punishment for dropping some heavy and very breakable earlier. In the moment tears had sprung to his eyes, as Aridai had told him how disappointed they were in him, how bad he was being. So, when Jeremiah had untied him and was initially going to take him to the basement, it was a welcomed relief instead of its usual dread of being alone again. 

Now, the leash hung down, swaying lightly against his skin as if it were reminding him that he was technically free right now. He could leave if he wanted. The door was right there, all it would take would be a couple of long strides, twist the knob, and run outside to feel the dirt on his feet after what seemed like an eternity.

Do what you’re told, no matter the consequences.

Elisha wanted to be good, wanted to be still, like Jeremiah had told him to be. If he was good he didn’t get hurt, sometimes they were even nice to him. If he was really good they might let him have the crumbs off of their plates and he was always so hungry. Even forced to sit on his aching feet, facing towards the only barrier between him and a normal life again, he could be good.

Yet the consequences of missing yet another window of opportunity plagued him. Not turning the bathroom door and opening it to scream for help haunted his nightmares. Elisha had dreamt for days after being trapped in the bathroom with a horrible monster and the door locking because he couldn’t get to it fast enough. Neither of his Masters understood why he was so hesitant to go back into the bathroom after that.

A strained tear fell from his eyes, down paths they had already traversed. It didn’t take much for him to cry nowadays, but now it simply was because of the option of choice being dangled in front of him like a morsel of food.

Never go outside with explicit permission, he reminded himself. There wasn’t a choice. There wasn’t anything. He was simply waiting for his Sir to come back and take him downstairs into the darkness again. Away from the light of the outside world that he hadn’t seen in over a year.

It had been 45 seconds when he dared a glance over to his Masters. Jeremiah was holding the couch up while Aridai had crawled under it, only their legs visible while they worked. Busy enough that there would be a few second head start before they could properly react.

I could leave right now and they wouldn’t be able to stop me.

He could hear the sound of lazy crickets outside. Gentle birdsong in the distance that seemed to be practically calling him. He felt like his head was being ripped apart.

But, as the minute came to a close, ticking over into the second, he had made a choice.

Elisha had skipped out on the open window once. He wasn’t going to do it again.

He darted forward, clasping his hands around the doorknob, heart thudding in his ears with each painful millisecond. It took a quick twist and pull for the door to come open and allow him to slip out into the evening light. Elisha didn’t look out, didn’t listen to Jeremiah’s loud call as he darted onto the porch, down the wooden stairs and onto the dirt road that marked the driveway.

He still didn’t look, only squinting at the brightness, as his legs carried him down the road and towards freedom. Even without sight however, Elisha could smell the fresh air as it coursed through his lungs with each aching, tired breath, feeling the wind in his hair for the first time in over a year. It was exhilarating, and he couldn’t help the mad smile that crossed his face as his feet carried him further away from the house.

The road ahead continued to wind in a back and forth motion. Elisha knew that the main road was out and away for the most part after having watched one of his Masters drive down this road in that small car. Said Masters would likely take a more straighter path if they wanted to catch him. He couldn’t let that happen.

Elisha dug his feet hard into the dirt, ignoring the pain that blossomed from it, and cut into the wheat field.

With his long legs he was able to gain more ground that he’d thought, as he heard the shouts from his captors become fainter and fainter. A brief joy flitted through his heart at getting out, getting free, almost lighting his step as he continued in the golden field, blending in with his pale green skin.

He stumbled as his foot caught on something, pain flashing through it for just a brief moment as the adrenaline blocked it out for the most part. Elisha didn’t even look, instead vying to drag the damned thing with him if that’s what it took to get free.

In a cruel twist of fate, his other foot caught and he tripped, tumbling into the wheat. Sharp thorns wrapped around his body, digging into his skin and binding him in thick, pointed wire that prevented him from getting up again. Elisha twisted and struggled, crying out in pain as the spikes embedded into his skin. He forced his arms to stretch out. He was getting away. He was doing this, even if he had to crawl.

A hand grappled onto his horn and shoved his face into the dirt, knee pressing one of the spikes into his back.

“You run faster than I thought,” panted Jeremiah from above. Elisha whined as he attempted to reach for the hand holding onto him, only for his wrist to be grabbed and pressed onto the ground. “You stay right the fuck there, Caleb, or more of this wire’s going around your neck.”

Elisha’s tail thrashed in fury and pain, tears rolling down his cheeks. His voice cracked into a desperate sob as his free hand dug into the dirt.

He had been so close.

Aridai stumbled into the field, panting heavily. “Jesus, he runs fast. The hell’d he do, run track and field in school or something?”

“I don’t know. But I guess my traps weren’t a stupid idea then, huh?” he said, beginning to grind Elisha’s face into the dirt. “I thought I told you to stay fucking still, Caleb. What was so hard about that?”

As his Sir hissed in his ear, a boot slowly clamped down on his tail, pinning it to the ground. Elisha writhed, twisting his head to look up at Jeremiah with utter terror in his eyes. They were going to kill him today, he was sure of it. This was the worst he’d done by far, and it wasn’t like they were forgiving.

“I don’t even have any of my tools with me. We’re gonna have to fucking drag him back to the house somehow,” Aridai complained. Elisha saw out of the corner of his eye that deep red hair, illuminated to fire as the sun beat down on it, as they pulled it into a ponytail. They leaned down to glare at him, all that fake warmth removed so that he could see the deep, emotionless chill underneath. “Maybe get some more barbed wire to tie him up.” Aridai’s expression sneered at Elisha, full of anger and hate.“You have something you want to say to us, you little devil?”

“‘M-’M sorry! Ss-sorry pl-ple-pleas-se!” He cried, squeezing his eyes shut as they grabbed onto his horns and pressed him into the ground while Jeremiah got off of him. Aridai grinded his face into the dirt, sending sparks of pain along his face. “Don’t-don’t ki-kill me, pl-please, ‘mm so-sorry Master!”

“You’re gonna fucking wish you were dead by the time we’re done with you,” they said, their fury barely held back. “I’m gonna make you regret being fucking born. I hope it was worth it, little diamond.”

Elisha was sure that by the time they were done, Aridai was going to make good on that promise, and that terrified him more than any threat being hurled his way.

He felt his skin press further into the barbed wire as Jeremiah  wrenched his arms backwards. The wire was wrapped around his wrists while Aridai kept him still, never relenting from the pressure on Elisha’s horns. Both of their hands were no longer gentle and soft, guidance said with falsely kind words as if he really was just a family pet. Now they were both so callous and angry, hissing and cursing like his very presence was offensive. Elisha was sure this wouldn’t be the last time he felt their wrath like this.

Aridai kicked him over onto his back and onto his hands, and he let out a keen of pain as sharp spikes dug into his wrists and made the bindings slick with blood.

From there, he could look up and see their angry faces as they got to work binding him like caught prey. They lifted his legs and tied them together with his tail so that he couldn’t run. They were set to literally dragging him back, Elisha realized. He wasn’t good enough to walk back. He couldn’t blame his Masters for not trusting him anymore, but could for how callous they were with him.

A feral sort of anger found itself bubbling in Elisha’s chest. He wanted out, wanted free, and they were never going to give it to him. His maw parted in a horrific scream, desperate and breaking from the weight of the strain he was putting it under. Maybe there was something, someone out there, that would be willing to hear and rescue him. When red filtered into his view he bared his teeth at it, determined to not allow Aridai anywhere near him for just the briefest of moments. A boot connected with the left side of his face, snapping his head in the other direction and stunning him. Then, it pressed against his throat as he inhaled, preparing himself to screech at the top of his lungs, cutting the air off before it could be used.

Above him, Aridai watched, a light grin tugging at the corners of their lips as Elisha choked on his own air.

“I don’t appreciate tempers, Caleb. Don’t you remember your newest rule?”

He did. He remembered. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be angry but Elisha couldn’t help it, he had been so close to being free and he failed. He was sure this was the last opportunity he would have because he was already so sorry for trying it in the first place.

None of this he could say of course, due to the increasing panic of not being able to breathe. Elisha let out a small whine, looking up to Aridai with pleading, watery eyes. Like always, they stared at each other for the longest time until the edges of Elisha’s vision were beginning to blur and fade, and then they relented and pulled their boot away. Elisha gasped for air, coughing and heaving, scratching his skin up more than he already had.

Aridai bent down, holding his horn so he couldn’t move his head. “Now pet, what’s your newest rule?”

“Pe-pe-p, hh pl-please- ah!” The hand slid down to his hair, wrenching his head back with a sudden force.

“All I want to hear from that fucking mouth of yours is that rule. I’m gonna give you one more chance, and I swear to god if you beg one more time with that stupid fucking stutter I’ll make sure you never speak again. Understand?” Aridai’s words were like poison rain, every drop stinging against his ears until they were nigh unbearable. But Elisha wanted to be good, so he nodded like a good pet and looked up to them, trying not to sob so hard he couldn’t hear them. “Say the fucking rule.”

“Pe-petss, pets don’t, don’t, nn-no, pets, pets wi-with ba-bad tem-tempers, ngk, ge-g… get pu-p-punisshhed,” he said, falling further into desperate tears. He could barely see anymore. With a whine, like a child crying for his mother, Elisha attempted to lean into Aridai’s touch for some sort of comfort, only to feel the hand draw away.

“Don’t try to be all cute now, it’s not going to fucking get you anywhere,” they warned, flicking his forehead hard to make him flinch back. “Now, do you think you deserved to be punished?”

Elisha swallowed thickly, watery black eyes searching for the words so he wouldn’t fuck them up again. He had messed up so much already, he couldn’t risk anything else.

He nodded, breathing hard through the one nostril that hadn’t been clogged up with his crying. “I-I-I d-do, ‘mm… ‘m ba-bad. I-I, I de-des-deserve it.” 

There was something in Aridai’s gaze that was sharp and deadly, as they stared at each other, but still somehow pleased. “Good. Then let’s get this show on the road, eh? You ‘bout ready over there, Jeremiah?”

“Mm. I think we’ll be able to drag him by his feet if I tie the wire around his ankles and hold them out here, like this.” Jeremiah wound the wire carefully around Elisha’s ankles, then parted his foot so that it dangled.

Cambion legs - or at least Elisha’s legs, though he dimly recalled his mom saying once that there were others like him when he was young -were shaped a bit differently than human ones. His were more “demonic” as some said to him, animalistic in the sense that they had a second joint before ending in the clawed feet that his mom always used to reason why he was so tall.

Regardless, tying him by the ankles seemed like a good enough idea for his Masters, and they set to dragging him out of the wheat field and back towards the house. Back towards his personal hell.

There was nothing Elisha could do, wrapped in barbed wire, except cry out in pain and sob for some kind of mercy. He knew he wasn’t getting anything of the sort.

His blurry eyes tilted up towards the sky, seeing fluffs of lazy clouds drifting across an endless, blue expanse. The sun was somewhere else, somewhere hidden, offering him this perfect view he knew he wasn’t going to get for a long time, if he was lucky. If he was unlucky, he may never see it again.

With a special kind of twist in his heart, Elisha thought that the sky was beautiful.

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*slides in on my heelies* okay quill, gush time. Scream about anything and everything with your f/os. No holding back —Nic

@me-myself-and-my-fos you're so gonna regret giving me this ask but THANK YOU TGTGSHSGS

putting it under a cut bc its just a big gush dump abt literally all my f/os but to anyone who does read it all thank you and srsly i love u so much i hope u know that i would die for u 🥺🥰 💕

// literally like. where do i start my mind is EVERYWHERE and im having a CRISIS i just love them all ?? sm ?? yknow ??

// i think mainly i’ve been thinking abt mon and winn like .... omg. theres this thing mon el does in c*non where he was reading romeo and juliet and underlining lines that reminded him of kara and I WANT HIM TO DO THAT FOR ME SO SO BAD ........... like that is so soft and usually i dont like taking ideas from c*non ships but oh my god that one is so good .......... 💕💕

// i had a not so good dream last night so i was thinking abt winn comforting me after a nightmare ( and not letting me have coffee at like 2 am to keep myself awake bc he wants me to get some sleep ). and him staying up to help me fall asleep again even tho he’s tired. like. wow he would so do that for me 🥺🥺

// winn is just so cute like hes such a good soft boy and hes so awkward but silly and so CUTE like .... he has a very cute face yknow ?? like a puppy ?? i just ???? i adore him i ADORE HIM and every time i see him im like. sir. sir give me a KISS.

// also i cannot stop thinking abt .... reunions with both of them yknow .... bc theyre both in the 31st century rn and it literally does NOT help that cw keeps teasing them coming back this season like i am so impatient let me see my BOYS AND GIVE THEM BIG SMOOCHES !!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😤

// ok OK BUT ALSO OFC after the last supergirl ive been thinking abt brainy but more specifically female brainy like ......... GOD SHES SO PRETTY. LOOK AT HER. 

// wow that is my WIFE RIGHT THERE THAT IS HER MY WIFE A LITERAL GODDESS I LOVE HER SM. shes so badass and stoic too and you already KNOW thats my type just LOOK at kate and jessica. my brain refuses to be on straight activity today i am SO bi. should i make a new tag for her or should i just keep her under brainy’s tag ??? IDK BUT SHES THE GREATEST. pls. marry me

// and speaking of my wife .... like ,,, wow. kate ,,, she is just. i SWEAR 90% of what she did in last nights ep was stand around in her suit but oh my god i love her so much i was in AWE. luke wasn’t on her comms when she went on missions in that episode so i kept imagining myself taking his place ( since hes my brother ) and being in her ear during missions and wow ..... we’re a power couple aren’t we ..... 

// also. she was just standing around letting those teenagers take selfies with her bc she cant say no lmfao shes adorable.

// I’D GUSH ABT ⭐ BUT I LEGIT DONT TRUST MYSELF WITH KEEPING HIM A SECRET BUT KNOW I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I SAW HIM YESTERDAY IN A RANDOM AD AND I SQUEALED

// ok ok thinking abt mon again bc he helps so much with my anxiety like ..... i can easily think of so many soft scenarios with him and they really help distract me when i get upset or anxious. i think of so much angst with him too but its GOOD ANGST and it still makes me really happy to think abt if that makes sense ??? i just wanna hug him and be in his arms and have soft domestic moments with him .......................... is that so bad ?? i love him so so much ??? 

// WINN TOO I GET TO SEE EVIL WINN IN THE NEXT EP AND THATS LOWKEY ( HIGHKEY ) SO SO EXCITING .... TOYMAKER WINN OH MY GOD

// its kinda funny that a lot of the time i cant think abt mon without thinking abt winn what does that MEAN

// literally just putting this here bc i started thinking abt female brainy again. miss dox. i’d be so lovestruck the first time i meet her i swear. like. i’d be pining so hard alex would tell me to just go home bc im not getting any work done LMFAO. she is literally the DIRECTOR OF THE DEO WHERE SHES FROM OH MY GOD. she is so powerful and knows it i love her. help.

// yknow .... ive been thinking abt the last ep of crisis and how much more cheerful/happy barry seemed and its just so good to see that again. it feels SO GOOD to see that again. all ive wanted this past like 4 MONTHS is for him to be happy again and its happened finally and gosh i am the big heart eyes @ him because im so happy and proud of him ................. i got lost in pics of him on pinterest this morning i SWEAR hes such a big comfort for me that i just go to him even when i dont need comfort tgbtrhgshg. barry sir i cannot wait to marry you. look how far we’ve come

// tomorrow is a new legends ep and i get new nate content .... like ... i love my historian boy i do not give him enough love but i adore him with all my heart. he’s actually one of my longest kept f/os since i’ve been shipping with him WAY before i even made that blog and i think thats pretty great of us 😤👌 im just hoping he gets a lot of screen time !!!!

// *points to conner and jessica* I DONT HAVE MUCH TO SAY ABT YALL RN BUT I THINK ABT YALL EVERY DAY AND I LOVE YALL SO MUCH AND IM NOT NEGLECTING U I SWEAR

[fictionkinfessionsarchived]

responses, replies, you know how is it, who it is!! [its me the party cat!]

Anonymous said: oh god shaky hands did that "i think Name just wants to be understood, etc etc he didn't [stuff]" ask send on anon

You're fine, anon! That one was anonymous!

Anonymous said: got paranoid about forgetting to turn on anonymous,, if you just got an ask about memories of [thing before thing] and it’s not anonymous please delete it

That was definitely anonymous! You're ok!

Anonymous said: hi party cat!! you had post/186855979462 tagged as critical role but it’s actually psychonauts!!! sincerely, raz psychonauts ;D

Anonymous said: post/186855979462/ is Psychonauts, not Critical Role

Oh? Tres embarassmentos! Thanks anons! I kinda remembered a Sasha from something, but that wasn't the right thing! IT's fixed now!

Anonymous said: hey that darkwing duck kinfession is factkin, just thought you should know. i think by “jim” they mean jim cummings, aka the voice actor from the original darkwing duck show

Anonymous said: Hey so that darkwing duck ask from a while ago signed by Jim is a factkin ask. Jim Cummings is the voice actor of darkwing duck. That’s factkin

Ohhh that's gross! I thought that was a character because there's people with typical human people names like Louie and Dewie! It's deleted now! thank you both!

Anonymous said: pls for the love of Everything tell me my ask was on anon - the [source] anon who is Nervous because mobile Sucks

Yeehaw its anon! And if it helps, I think most mobile browers let you open a private tab so you can only send in things as anonymous since you're not logged into any account!

Anonymous said: August 9th 2019, 4:19:55 pm · 5 hours ago Hey!!!! I’m p sure that Consigliere is town of salem kin, mod party cat. - A v anxious werewolf

Oh! Ha! Yeah I figured that out when the next couple of kinfessions kindly added some hints! x3c Googling the name didn't give me much, especially when adding in the mentioned mafia! lollerskates! Well I'll go fixed those other kinfession posts with tags! Thank you all the same!

Anonymous said: Some of you guys take this too seriously. Like. Please. Go outside.

I was outside literally a half hour ago! I left work, hopped on the subway, hopped off to buy some groceries, and took an express bus line back home! What do you want from me? To stick my head out the window while cooking dinner and tomorrows lunch/dinner? Wash dishes with my leggy out the kitchen window? [no way i can't reach it!! It's like seven feet high ok!] 

Lollerskates, anon, it's too hot for this! Let's both cosplay fuzzy homocidal doorstops on the hardwood floor, eating popsicles! And then when can go out when the night falls and it's cooler out, we can stick our heads out the window and look at the stars! It's a date!!!!  If you're not in a better mood by then, purr-haps my candied ginger will help? Promise I didn't lick any! [its a new package!]

Anonymous said: post/186541892347 is tagged as Warcraft kin but it's about No Evil! Also, Nerevar might be their ustom tag but I don't think it's about being kin with Nerevar? OP can correct me on that part if they wish.

>.> Hmm! I thought nerevar was from warcraft? But they might be from Final Fantasy, or The Elderscrolls? But the 'No Evil' doesn't bring up anything for me? Could be wacky search results...! Either way, I'll tag it as noevilkin, and we'll see if they come back with more hints on who they are! We have quite the mystery on our paws, anon!

Anonymous said: Hewwo mod party cat!, in the recent ask from present mic with his soap box (I'm on mobile app so I dont know how to get a link I'm sowwy,,) bnha kin and caps cw are together in 1 tag! Thought it might help to let you know, thank you for all you do!!!

Ha! There I go, running across the keyboard! No way to type, honestly! Thanks anon, I type too fast for my own britches and forget to fix it as I watch the message faded away as I hit 'queue'! That's fixed now! I should remember to slow down my keyboard poking!

Mod Party Cat!

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[trueheda]

so i said i wasn’t going to make any more out of character posts on ontari. which i’m trying to stick to even though i have like pages of shit i want to say already and i decided on this like less than twenty four hours. but i thought it was important to write at least one explaining at least why i find most of these whole the fandom hates the other half of the fandom shit and complaints the dumbest thing since drama in middle school. and here’s the breakdown as to why. a. this is the motherfucking internet. what does that mean ? it means we’re on the fucking internet which if ya’ll haven’t noticed tends to make people more comfortable with speaking their minds which by the way isn’t a bad thing. the way we fix problems is talking, not huddling up with people who think the same way we do and telling the other side they’re wrong. this isn’t world war iii. you can talk to someone about it. you realize that basically what we’re doing right now is creating partisanship in a fandom because ya’ll don’t wanna talk. the whole positivity movement while ( well founded ) is based on the idea hat we need to be nicer to each other in order to balance out the hate in the fandom. and the no hate movement ( while also well founded ) is based on the idea that people should put being kind above speaking their mind. neither of which i personally agree with. instead of getting mad at someone for hating one another part of the fandom why don’t you ask a better question:

why are they doing it ?

why is a person hating on, calling out, being salty over certain things. because more often than not in this fandom, there’s a fucking point to why they’re acting that way and instead of being like: yo don’t hate that’s wrong. without listening to their opinion and trying to wash it out by praising everyone or just telling them to not do something like it. maybe we should try to fix the problem instead. some things make some muns uncomfortable, while other things make other muns comfortable, which is why the roleplaying community invested this beautiful thing called the tagging system in which when someone posts something they can tag it with trigger cw or trigger tw and you can blacklist said thing allowing you to follow someone without having to worry about having to see this thing on your dash. which is a great first step in fixing it. but then you get to people like me personally who feel like there shouldn’t be a need to tag certain things and just don’t use tags. so how do you deal with someone like that ? the answers simple: you unfollow them. if you don’t like the content that someone is posting then unfollow them. even if you want to write with them, unfollow them. i know that i personally state that ontari is a private selective ( which means i only write with mutuals ) blog, but i’ve made various exceptions time and time again because i do like writing with people i don’t follow and sometimes i don’t follow them because their ooc stuff pisses me off on occasion and i don’t agree with them, and sometimes it’s just because i don’t follow multis. like there is no reason in which you would need to continue following and seeing content you don’t want in this fandom. there’s been waves of hate i’ve had friends come ask me about because they just don’t follow the people that it involves and they heard about it from someone who’d heard about it. 

but this also dosen’t solve the issue, rather it simply prevents confrontation. which is just now how you’re supposed to handle shit people. so calling myself out, i’ve been hating on the new kru’s a lot.  and i’ve explained why because i don’t like being told that im hating on things for no reason. because i don’t condone hating things for no reason. if you’re going to dislike something you better have a good goddamn reason. i made a post about this because i wanted to be clear and let people know, i don’t think the idea itself was a bad one. i’m all for creativity and spreading it but you need to understand that unless things in that post were met, i wasn’t going to jump on the bandwagon and think things were cool. i talked about it. i explained why i disliked what was happening and was shittalking about it and people talked back. muns from more than one of the new krus approached me and were like oh hey i may not have that information posted but you can always ask me bc i have it hced or asked me if they could use the thing as a way to develop their kru more. and now i’m chill with those krus, because now i can see them in a way i didn’t before. and i think that’s the main issue in the fandom right now, there’s a huge lack of communication because everyone feels like they can’t.

and i’m not saying i’m great bc im not. i talk shit behind people’s back and am chismosa af. but it’s because of the lack of communication in the fandom. if i feel comfortable around you. i’m not going to shitpost about something, i’m going to go straight to your face and tell you that i think you’re wrong ( also yeah i hate anon hate like ??? be an adult pls ). and what i expect is not for you to get offended but to be like bitch no you’re wrong when i’m confronting you about your character i want you to prove me wrong. when i’m confronting you about your behavior i want to see and hear your point of view so that even if i don’t agree afterwards i can understand and we can still be friends. thing is... if you play victim, and have a protection squad that rises to your defence every time someone says “um no i think that’s wrong” and they’re chanting about how you can’t say that because its “hate” then i’m not going to feel comfortable coming to ell you shit. ad the whole system of division and isolation in the community is going to continue.

so me being me: i’m not going to apologize for not taking an anti-hate pledge, why ? bcause  think the whole idea of not being able to tell someone you think what they’re doing is wrong is horrible. hey if someone was doing a wwii au with like blatant disrespect for the holocaust i think we’d all get up in arms no ? but if we’re going to start calling telling people that “hey i think that’s disrespectful” hate. then no. i refuse to make a pledge. because i’m going to say what i think. and i’m not going to apologize for not jumping on the positivity train because as awesome as i think sending people love is, i think the fandom needs to fucking fix its shit before we go around playing fairy god mother and pretending that everything is okay. you know what happens when people pretend shit is okay, yall remember the recession ? there’s a fucking bubble int he fandom rn and if we don’t pay attention to it soon, it’s going to fucking explode and ya’ll are going to start crying over it which you have no right to do because you never addressed the problem.

so this is a fuckin call out post at all of you:

START TALKING TO PEOPLE ABOUT SHIT YOU DON’T LIKE OR AGREE WITH. and even better DON’T TELL SOMEONE THEY’RE HATING ON YOU WHEN THEY COME TO YOUR FACE TO DISCUSS SMTH.

thanks. have a lovely day, yall know where to reach me. 

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

You don't have to do this, but what if you wrote the scene where Brody was Dylan's stress reliever? >:) Like I said, just a suggestion.

[Why, of course, Anon! I am nothing if not a sucker for following prompts sent to me. No editing - we die as MEN. Also: i’m using this as my first BTHB fill! - lifted by neck @badthingshappenbingo] 

CW: violent beating, violent/angry whumper, pet whump, collar mention, blood mention, injury, swearing, ....Dylan...

[Masterlist]

Brody heard keys jingling the door and he rounded the corner excitedly. Samuel had gotten home early! He had finished his tasks hours ago, and he had just been sitting in the laundry room. He didn’t have anything to do in there, but it was as good a place to sit and wait as anywhere else.

And the fabric softener smelled nice.

His face was bright and hopeful, but it fell quickly. Very quickly.

Dylan was here, furious and striding towards him.

“O-oh, hello. Do, do you want a-“ Dylan grabbed Brody’s hair, yanking his head down into his knee as he raised it. He felt something deep inside his face crack before he felt the flood of pain, before he registered the sound he heard as coming from himself. Dylan grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall, knocking a picture frame off the wall. He knocked into it with a cry and crumpled to the ground, disoriented and head throbbing in pain.

“Fucking shitbag Chase, acting like he owns the place,” Dylan shouted as he dug kick after kick into Brody’s ribs with his heavy work boots. He tried to curl up, to protect himself, but the blows didn’t stop. They knocked the breath out of his lungs, and he nearly choked on blood as he tried to gasp for breath.

“You know I’ve been with the company longer than you have, right?! Just because you were hot stuff at your old placement doesn’t mean that you can come in here and boss me around!” He gave one last kick, and Brody felt another snap inside him. He cried out, voice grating.

It was the wrong move.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” Dylan growled, crouching over. If a flash of pure adrenaline, Brody scrambled back and away, down the hall towards the kitchen. Dylan’s face twisted with rage, overcoming the boy in just a few steps.

“Oh no you don’t. You know better than to run away from me. Or least, if you didn’t before, you’ll know now.”

Brody cowered away, raising his hands to try and defend his already bleeding and bruised face. Dylan picked up his foot and stomped it into the middle of Brody’s chest. Brody’s body curled up around it from the force, knocking the newly found breath out of his lungs again and squeezing a weak cry from him.

Dylan lifted his foot only to reach down and grab Brody by his shirt collar. He was so disoriented, so overwhelmed with pain, that he couldn’t even keep his head up. It lulled back, bell on his collar making a small tinkling sound.

The noise enraged Dylan even further.

“God, I hate that stupid fucking bell. Sam probably bought it just to mess with me,” he growled shoving Brody back down with a thud.

“P-ple-ase,” Brody whimpered, unable to think of what he was even pleading for anymore. For it to stop? For Dylan to knock him unconscious? For Samuel to come home?

Wordlessly, Dylan unbuckled Brody’s collar. One hand grabbed Brody’s jaw, the other twisted back into the boy’s hair. With one furious motion, he wrenched Brody’s jaw open and shoved the bell so far into the boy’s mouth he gagged on it.

“Shut. Up! Sam loves to go on and on about how he got a pet that was ‘pre-trained’ for him, but I think you’re fucking shit at it,” he spit at he buckled the leather collar around his head like a gag.

None of the words that been hurled at him hurt so far, but those sunk deep. He was trying. He was trying his hardest. Tears already ran down his face, but Brody could feel a strange sense of shame burn underneath them. Not shame at being someone else’s stress relief toy, not the shame of having his own collar used as a gag, but shame in that he wasn’t a very good pet.

Dylan’s hand wrapped around his throat and pulled, lifting him up in the air. His hands few to Dylan’s wrist, instinct and panic taking over. His socked feet scrambled to find the tile of the kitchen, but it was centimetres away.

Centimetres too far.

He scratched and dug at Dylan’s hands as the corners of his vision started to go dark. Dylan squeezed, cutting off his airflow even further. He didn’t hold him for long, however, slamming his back into the wall again. He raised Brody a little higher just to drop him.

“You know you’re a spoiled brat, right? God, he’s so soft on you and you really don’t deserve it. If you were mine, I don’t think you could make it twenty minutes between punishments. People wouldn’t even know what you looked like you’d be so black and blue.”

Brody lay in a pile of limbs on the floor. The world around him was spinning, and he couldn’t tell if he was too. The pain in his head was sharp and throbbing in unison with the pain in his chest and neck. He could feel a stab in his lungs when he breathed, and his entire torso felt like it was bruised. He didn’t even realize that Dylan had walked away until he came back.

He had grabbed the first thing that he could find; an extension cord from Samuel’s office. He snapped it across Brody’s face once like a whip, leaving a thin welt across his cheek and splitting his lip. Brody tried to raise a hand to deflect another lash, but he could barely move his arms, let alone defend himself.

Dylan grabbed his wrist and then the other, yanking him up into a sitting position. He wrapped the cord around tightly, Brody’s fingers already feeling hot and swollen. Brody had had his wrists tied before, cuffs, rope, zip-ties, and even one of his old Master’s ties once, but the cord was the tightest out of all of them.

A high-pitched ringing drowned out everything else after Dylan slammed his head back down into the floor. His eyes felt so, so heavy and his vision was blurry. He turned his head as if he was underwater, just in time to see the boot coming towards his face.

He passed out, but Dylan didn’t care.

He didn’t need the pet to be awake to be stress relief.

~

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Eye = Hilton  Sun Glasses = Mark Davies  Paw print = Brody

Let me know if there is anything you want to see with any character! (link to other full cast of ocs)

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Perfect the Way You Are

Next official chapter installment! This one was a little more difficult to write than I thought, but I pushed through and wrote it. This one’s kind of rough, heed the warnings!

Elisha tag! @faewhump @imagination1reality0

CW: Pet whump, creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touching (non sexual), dehumanization, knifes, torture used as punishment, fantasy racism, victim blaming, mentions of abduction, mentions of broken bones, lotta icky language in here by the whumper

Word count: 2,243

The knife slid into his stomach, cool metal biting against his warm, inflamed skin. Elisha keened, swallowing thickly against the scream that threatened the escape from his lungs.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” the devil’s voice whispered above him. A constant reminder of the hell he was in. “Jeremiah was right about one thing, you do take pain well. You take everything so damn well. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that fiery head of yours that makes you so reserved.”

“Pl-please… it, it hurts…” A hand was placed on the side of his face, smearing his own blood against him. 

“Shh, I know, pet.” Aridai pulled the blade out, finally letting him breathe without worry of further injury. That’s what they had told him to do, breathe. “It’s supposed to hurt. Now… recite your rules for me while I work on this next bit.”

This was the worst day of his life.

He hadn’t expected it to get any better, of course. They had abducted him. People who do that generally don’t have good intentions. But, for the most part, they left him alone in the dark to either starve or go crazy from the lack of human interaction and stimulus.

Today, Aridai clearly had other intentions. They had wanted a “de-stress” session, and after Elisha had affirmed his false name and his new rules they had gotten right to work cutting off of his shirt and sinking that knife into wherever they felt necessary. Even with the permission to use his voice, no amount of begging aided him against Aridai’s cruelty. Everything went unheard and there was no mercy granted.

“O-one. My, my Masters should, hnnk! Should always be ah, ad-addressed as Ma-Master..!” Elisha’s voice cut off in a shrill cry, unable to keep quiet any longer as Aridai’s knife dipped into his skin again. Terrified tears slipped from the corners of his eyes freely.

Elisha was humiliated at first when he was exposed. Embarrassed that someone else saw his thin frame besides the plants that sat next to his mirror back home. He had always been a private person, and this was just a violation of the boundaries he had put in place for a reason.

It was clear that Aridai had no boundaries. None besides the rules they set for everyone but themselves; a free spirit that rose above the masses of normal folk. 

“Good boy. You’re being so good for me,” they said, pleasantly smiling as if Elisha couldn’t see the metaphorical horns peeking from underneath their cardboard halo. “Keep going, Caleb.”

Two, hnk!” He squeezed his eyes shut as a long draw of the knife cut across his chest, continuing the pattern that only Aridai could see the product of. Like he was some carving of theirs. “Nev-never, hh, question your, nn, m-my Masters.”

Aridai had been angry with him. Elisha’s fear was so intense that he couldn’t stop himself when he tried to squirm out of their grasp, thrashing his tail around in unspoken anxiety. It was hard not to be afraid of someone approaching you with a knife, especially when your hands were tied behind your back and you were chained to a wall.

They had dragged him to the ground and straddled him, effectively preventing him from being able to pull away anymore. Then, Elisha had to face their ire, and he quickly learned that the only thing worse than Aridai was their vicious temper.

“Th-three. Do wha-what I’m, hnn, told, regard… regardless of the- ah, consequences..!” He gazed up to Aridai, pleading, and they only watched him with satisfaction.

“Good. That’s one you’re still working on, isn’t it?” They asked, a light tilt to their head. “Do you feel bad for being mean to me?”

“Ye-yes..! Yes, I do, please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I won’t pull away again, I won’t, I won’t..!” Bloodied hands found their way to his face again, this time with a thumb resting over his lips.

“No, you won’t, will you? You’ll learn to know better than to pull away from your Master. And you can stop that mumbling, now.” The thumb rubbed across his lips, gently, inviting for all the wrong reasons.

There was nothing that would provoke a Cambion’s instincts better than to wave a hand in front of their face. It was like asking them to bite you, an instinct whose origin was long forgotten to the old days. It was a lesson that Elisha remembered learning from his mother when he was young and naive and definitely not prepared for a world like this.

Everyone, who was smart, knew this. But most humans who knew well to avoid such things often spread rumors about the dangers of a Cambion’s bite. Elisha knew all it did was break the skin and draw blood, but everyone feared that their devilish nature would seep into them like a venom, tainting their bloodline and cursing their children. Like they were a wild animal.

What Aridai was doing was dangerous, but it was also a challenge. They were daring Elisha to bite, to go against his Master. They were waiting for another slip up.

Instead, Elisha shivered from the cold, wounds weeping blood as he stared up at them like an injured puppy. He merely swallowed, the only giveaway that he was thinking of anything at all, and made no move besides the occasional flick of his gaze as Aridai’s leg shifted. 

Finally, they smiled. “You’re so strange, Caleb. Though I guess that is the appeal.” Aridai’s hand withdrew and instead braced against his chest, preparing another series of cuts to complete their “carving”.

“Wha-what does..?” Elisha clamped his mouth shut, unsure if that was considered “questioning his Masters” or not. He didn’t want to chance it after he had already made them so angry.

“What? What was that? Did you say something to me?” Their gaze landed on Elisha, and he couldn’t tell if their expression was full of curiosity or fury. He couldn’t tell anything about them anymore. “Go on. I’m listening.”

“I-I’m sorry, I ju-just…” Elisha’s gaze frantically searched for something so that he could give them an excuse, something that would make them less angry. But his mind was already burning from the pain, as he quickly realized that he was out of options when Aridai laid the knife on a portion of his skin. “I-I don’t, don’t know what-what you mean…”

“What I mean? Oh! You mean your appeal? What makes you so interesting?” When Elisha nodded nervously, they laughed. Aridai was always laughing for some reason or another. “Oh Caleb, don’t sell yourself so short. You were like a little diamond in the rough.” A pause, a little light flickering on in their head. “I’m gonna call you that now. But, anyway, just a moment.”

They carefully carved more sections into his skin, finishing their work. This next part was more quick than the others, and Elisha was able to take some strange comfort in that. When Aridai pulled away they took some fabric out of their pocket and pressed on his wounds, and he felt parts of his ribs shift in a way they definitely weren’t supposed to. He keened, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t allowed to.

“Had to finish before I lost the image in my head. Now we can have a chat. So! I guess… you’re asking why you of all the easy pickings of the world, huh?” They tilted their head as Elisha nodded with a whine. “Way to be nice to people, Caleb.” The guilt was immediate, and added a further tightness to his chest that he didn’t think possible. “Poor little diamond… so lost on why it won the lottery when it picked stupid numbers on purpose, huh?”

What does that even mean? Elisha’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Hm… Too ambiguous for you? Alright, lemme dumb it down for you.” Aridai learned close, uncomfortably so, to Elisha face. They used their free hand to brace themselves beside his head. “You were perfect, Caleb. You don’t even realize how long it took for us to find someone as perfect as you. No friends, no family, no one to look for you when you disappeared. When we were watching you, you seemed so much different than other Cambion. They tend to be the talk of the town, y’know? People notice when they leave, because they’re so damned relieved that they’re gone.. But you…” They shifted, removing their hand from the fabric to touch his face again. He resisted the instinct to pull away like he had stupidly done before. 

“Absolutely no one would miss you when you were gone, besides the people who would want money from you.”

Elisha swallowed, trying to not let the immense weight of Aridai’s words crush him.

“Now, I’ve met a fair amount of Cambion. They’re feisty creatures, and way too stubborn for their own good. But you’re different than your kind, Caleb. You’re tamed.” Aridai ruffled his hair, staining it with blood. “You’re so nice and reclusive. Not at all like all the other ones I’ve cut up before.”

A flicker of fear flashed in Elisha’s eyes as he fought to breathe. They had seen Cambion before? Did they kill them?

They tilted their head to the other side. “I guess… in thinking about why you were taken… I guess you were just perfect the way you were. You were practically begging to be taken.” Aridai finally leaned away, pulling the bloodied fabric from his chest. “Jeremiah said it was all an act. Fake, or something. But I can tell. You try too hard to be pretending. You actually think all that nice and kind bullshit makes a difference in the end..”

He felt sick. Elisha didn’t want to believe that what they were saying was right. It all felt wrong.

This wasn’t his fault. There was no way that they were looking for someone like him. He was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and they took him. 

Elisha had been trying to change. He had to believe that it was worth it.

“S-someone… they-they have to. Some-someone will look,” he argued quietly, voice wavering from tears unshed. “It’s, it’s the right thing to… to do.”

Aridai laughed again, plenty amused. “Who’s going to look for you, Caleb? Name someone for me.”

He tried to search his mind. His mother? No… he hadn’t talked to her in years. Elisha couldn’t remember the last time he talked to his neighbors… and the only person he carried a conversation with outside of plant life was the grocery clerk at his local store when he craved some sort of interaction from people.

“My, my landlord, sh-she’ll know I’m, I’m missing, she’ll call the, um, the police.” Elisha felt confident in that regard. The police took care of things. They found lost people and brought them home to their families.

“What do you think the police are going to do? Track you down, bring you back home? Let you live comfortably in your house again and lock up the poor, bad people who did this to you?” Aridai’s eyebrows upturned in mock pity. “I’ve been skating underneath their radar for years. They’ll give up after a month or so, and mark you down as another cold case that never gets solved. That is, if they give a Cambion like you the time of day.”

They moved, finally getting off of him and settling into a crouch next to them. Elisha tried to look away, he didn’t want to see their face anymore, but Aridai reached forward and forced their eyes to meet.

“If you had told anyone about yourself, then maybe. Maybe you would have a chance.” They grinned, sinister and cold. “Face it, Caleb. No one is going to look for you, because you’re a nobody. And you only have yourself to blame for that.”

The tears that threatened to fall finally made food on their claim. Elisha gasped, trying to force down the inner hurt that he felt, but he knew that bits floated to the surface. He bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, but the taste wasn’t enough to get him to stop.

It felt like Aridai had cut them with broken bits of glass, mentally and physically. He wanted to curl up in a ball of shame but he couldn’t even move to get away, even if he was allowed to. Don’t break down in front of them. Don’t do it. Don’t show weakness.

For once, he agreed with his instincts.

It was a blessing when Aridai finally stood up. “I think I’m done here. This was really fun, Caleb. Maybe we’ll shape you up enough to participate, hm?” They let out another series of lighthearted chuckles, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard. “I’ll send in Jeremiah to clean you up. Honestly…” Aridai held up both hands, which were covered in Elisha’s own blood. “We’re both a pretty mess.”

They quickly retrieved their implements, looking him over one last time, before ascending the stairs to the rest of the house. The top of the basement shut with a loud slam, and he caught the sound of a lock as it clicked into place.

In the dark, Elisha finally let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and felt the cracks underneath his skin that were beginning to show deepen.