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#i still dont fully understand the proship vs antiship bullshit
#ive heard people saying that proship is another one of those labels pedophiles hide behind
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Okay, before anyone digs this person out of the tags to give them a hard time, they said a LOT more than this, and all of it is very sane and reasonable. But I wanted to address this particular point, so I grabbed just this.
I'm a regular on the AO3 subreddit. About once a week, we get some smug anti coming in to complain about the "LiTeRaL cHiLd PoRn" on AO3. They're usually expecting to find an echo chamber, and to be fair, on this topic we are one. We're just not echoing the position that they're expecting. Like AO3 itself, the subreddit is unapologetically pro-ship, down to the mods, some of whom are OTW volunteers themselves.
So antis show up, they get roundly mocked, and either vanish without a trace, or say something bad enough to get banned, either from the sub or from reddit itself. Honestly, the only reason to even click into these threads is to watch the drama; it happens so often.
Last night, I thought I was clicking into just another anti-post. It had a post title of "Is this something I can report?" Typical anti stuff. But when I clicked in, what came up was this:
[image ID: a screenshot of an AO3 story summary. The fic title is "The Eyes that Watch the Cradle", the author name has been redacted, and it is listed as an original work, meaning no fandom. It contains the archive warnings Rape/Noncon and Underage, and the freeform tags include the following:
Father/Daughter Relationship, Original Male Character(s) / Original Female Character(s), Older Man / Young Girl - Relationship, Omorashi, Grooming, Lolicon, Gymnastics, leotard, Urination, Piss Play, Voyeurism, Rape, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Teen Pregnancy, Inverted Nipples, gym clothes, Flexibility, Puberty, pee desperation, Pee, Childhood Trauma, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Daddy issues, Daddy Kink, Foot Fetish, Sweat, Tickling, Non-Consensual Tickling, Flashing, Non-Consensual Groping, Dry Humping, Coming In Pants, Molestation, Loss of Innocence, Vibrators, Orgasm Denial, Dubious Consent, Religious Guilt, Religion, Catholic School, Catholic Guilt, Hand Jobs, Forced Masturbation, First Time.
The summary reads: Tom and the perverse grooming of an 11-year-old girl gymnast he becomes infatuated with, through the years, she marries him and has his children, he grooms them too.
WITH PICTURES!
Transcriber Note: I need a shower now. End ID]
The thread has since been deleted by moderators, but fortunately the reddit mobile app is broken AF, so I was able to get the above screenshot.
The whole thing is really icky, but I want to highlight this:
[image ID: a screencap of just the phrase "WITH PICTURES!" taken from the previous image. End ID.]
I didn't track down the fic or click into it for obvious reasons (the FBI doesn't make a distinction between people consuming illegal content and people who just clicked in out of morbid curiosity), but others did, and reported that while there is no actual CSEM, there were photographs of very young children wearing leotards.
The implication is that these photos of kids are meant to be the ones being groomed and abused in the author's story.
Here is a representative sample of the comments on the thread:
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User creampiebuni (with user flair "annoying shotacon") writes, "Pretty sure if it's linking to real photos of children, it can be reported. That crosses a big line."
They responded to themselves with, "Edit: I looked it up, yep, report, report, holy shit, this is not lolicon, this is just pedophilia."
User NataZing (the reddit thread's OP) replies, "I know, I only skimmed it, real nasty. Tried reporting it but it already had been so hopefully they get taken down
User parsious (with user flair "Definitely not an agent of the Fanfiction Deep State") replies, "If it had real pedo I would also be reporting to the police so they could talk to ao3 about user data... This sounds like the kind of person that needs to have a chat with the police."
User Connect-Sign5739 comments, "Yes, I'd report this. Including real pictures of children, even though non-pornographic, definitely crosses a line. Those real children shouldn't be associated with this story!"
User CatterMater (with user flair "Totally Not Boeing Mangement") writes, "Report, report, report."
User foreigner says, "WTF. [crying emoji]"
User andthennini writes, "Aside from how nauseating it sounds by the tags alone, if it actually has real people then I think it's reportable."
User ChaosieHyena says, "I gagged. Am pro fiction, but that's it FICTION. Any rpf (with images, no less) makes me genuinely queasy."
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There is not a SINGLE comment in support of this author. Every single person, except for one dipshit who made a really tasteless joke and got downvoted into oblivion, expressed shock, disgust, and horror.
See for yourself. OP's screencap is gone on desktop (again, it still shows up on mobile, at least for now), but the thread is still there and comments are intact: https://www.reddit.com/r/AO3/comments/1czd7aw/is_this_something_i_can_report/
This is what it means to be proship.
HJELP MEEEEEE LMAOOOO
#proship#original addition#as a note#even if the images are AI deepfakes#which may or may not be the case#again I did NOT click through#US law considers it to be equivalent to a real child#if it could be mistaken for a human being it is one
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i am one day late to my own character’s birthday but whatever better late than never. this image popped up in my head last night and I felt obligated to make it
for context Tornado is the name of the only social networking site on fincg island and C.C. is. very into the occult and would definitely think this is a halfway decent thing to do (it is not)
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#pdbc#tag ramble INCOMING 💥💥💥💥💥#I don’t post about CC enough I think….a lot of you (the very few of you who are following the PDBC lore lmao) probably don’t remember her#I think I posted about her once and that was with a very beta design. she is changed now. more obvious that she’s fishkin now#anyway she’s wonderful. love her. she looks menacing here but she’s one of the more. not horrible characters lmao#her worst crimes are just being insensitive by accident I guess. and maybe enabling an absolute monster of a person but whatever#her lore is kinda underdeveloped unfortunately but it is being developed bit by bit#she’s like. really into the phonetic alphabet for some reason. fitting considering she’s an Oscar fish and o is Oscar#also as you can see in this stupid image. her last name is technically whisky but she doesn’t go by it ever#but its whisky bc 1. whiskey is W in the phonetic alphabet and 2. it means water of life#and yknow. she’s a fish. fish live in water. given human life. a good enough name ig#spirits and other stereotypically occult creatures and the like are very common so she likes to hang out with them#most people have a sort of spirit like being that shadows them called a wraith that are meant to protect you (basically plot armor lmao)#but her wraith is fallen meaning she is. completely on her own in a universe where bad things Will happen all the time#so she has ghost buddies for support! even the infamous piss ghost and sizzle ghost#pretty good at communicating with them I’d say. most people don’t bother because they find ghosts and spirits annoying :(#anyway though she’s clearly mistaken here because bellona. did not go to heaven 🥰 whoops#there’s more context than that but I think it’s funnier to leave it as that lmao just know she is Not having a heavenly birthday#also I don’t think I’ve ever talked about Tornado? it’s a very minor lore piece so I don’t think I ever bothered mentioning it#and if I did eh oh well. it’s pretty much the only social media that’s allowed on the island#it came to me in a dream so obviously I made it canon bc that’s where the best ideas come from#the app’s color scheme is mainly lavender and has an overall. as one could expect. tornadic theme to it#(tornadoes are very common on fincg island and also I find tornadoes fascinating so i think it’s cool but it’s really not 💀)#it has a ton of bizarre and useless features that nobody would ever need but they’re there anyway#my favorite is the medication vortex. you can click on someone’s profile and see what meds they’re on lmafo#you don’t have to fill out that information field but a lot do just for the goofs#its moderation team consists of two people. thankfully for them there aren’t really that many users#although sometimes the site is flooded by cryptic messages that are actually a cry for help from one of the mods but. oh well#anyway enough rambling goodnight
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Mistaken identity
We’ve all seen Danny getting mistaken for a bat. But what about a bat being mistaken for a Fenton.
When Danny took responsibility for Dan the first thing they did was get him a human form that wasn’t his corpse. Between vlad, clockwork, and his parents they managed to get him a new body that had him looking more alive than ever.
He was a bit tanner than expected, but they figured that came from Danny’s ghostly side.
When it came time for Danny to go to Gotham for school, he refused to leave Dan behind. Instead, using the funds he got from the ghost kings treasury and child support from Vlad, Danny got them a studio apartment close to campus.
His parents outfitted the apartment with all the latest security, of course.
Everything was going great, all expect for one thing…
People in amity park accepted Dan and adapted almost immediately, having gotten used to the many quirks of ghosts long ago. Gotham….was a bit less understanding.
Luckily for him, unlucky for the rest of Gotham, the police there were incredibly corrupt and easy to bribe anytime he had to bail Dan out or, in the case of that one Karen that decided to give Dan shit for painting his nails, bail himself out of any trouble they came across.
Danny did his best to spend plenty of time with Dan, even when he was exhausted, he refused to ignore his little brother.
So after going through hell during finals week, Danny decided to take Dan to the zoo. Danny did his best to keep an eye on Dan, he really did! He had only sat down for a moment, just to rest his eyes, next thing he knew though he could hear someone yelling about violent kids.
Danny immediately jumped to his brother’s aid.
“I’m sorry,” Danny started as he interrupted the screeching woman. “Is there a problem here?”
Dan tried to speak up but the woman wouldn’t let him.
“This brat pushed me out of the way while I was looking at the exhibit and then spewed profanities at me!” She howled.
Danny flinched at the offensive noise on his sensitive hearing.
“No offense mam, but somehow I highly doubt that. My brother may not have the best manners, but he sure as hell wouldn’t push someone for no reason.” He couldn’t comment about the language, Dan knew more curse words in more languages that this woman could speak thanks to ghost speech, and he used every one of them.
“You little brat! How dare-“
“Of course, if you feel that strongly about it, we could always ask to see the cameras.” Danny suggested with a smirk. “I for one would LOVE to see what they have to show us.”
The woman paled before turning away in a huff. “I don’t have time to deal with annoying brats like you.” She said before turning away.
Danny’s eye twitched, “Good, because I don’t have time to deal with an entitled bitch like you.” Danny replied, ignoring the woman’s offended screech.
“C’mon Dan, let’s go get a snack and go see the penguins.”
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Damien was thoroughly confused by what was going on. This was not how he was expecting this day to go.
He had snuck out of the Manor earlier, desperate to get away from his families judging eyes. The night before, he had encountered a smuggling ring, and after seeing the state the animals were in, he didn’t hold back against the traffickers. It was only because of his training with father that they hadn’t died.
His father called it overkill, he called it Justice.
After what he saw the previous night he decided to spend the afternoon at the zoo and bask in the presence of the animals, knowing that they were all well cared for.
And then the annoying shrew decided to ruin his day. He was ready to verbally eviscerate her when a large man stepped in. One that decided to claim him as his brother.
The man grabbed him by the hand after chewing out the woman and walked him over to the penguin exhibit, only stopping to pick up snow cones.
“I could have handled her on my own.” Damian said, before taking a bite of his treat, “you didn’t need to lie.”
Damian took a good look at the man before him, he had basically collapsed onto the bench when they stopped, the bags under his eyes made drake look well rested.
“What are you talking about?” The man asked before releasing a massive yawn. “I didn’t lie. Believe it or not, you’ve improved a lot since you came home to us. Sure, I could see you pushing someone out of the way a few years ago, but now?”
The man grabbed him by the arm, tugging him into a hug. Damien was too stunned to push back as the man gave him the most comforting, caring hug he had ever had.
“We’re all so proud of you Dan, you’ve come a really long way.”
Damien suddenly felt a pit form in his stomach as realization struck.
He carefully extricated himself from the hug.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding, my name is not Dan.” Damian explained, pulling down the hood on his hoodie.
The man looked at him confused before rubbing his eyes. Taking a second look, his eyes went wide.
“Fuck.” He then proceeded to pull out his wallet. “Do I have enough to bribe a cop?”
Damian frowned, “why exactly would you be bribing the police?”
“Because I apparently just kidnapped a kid.” The man shrugged. “My names Danny by the way.” He said before sluggishly getting up from his seat. “Let’s go see if we can find your parents and my brother.”
“My father is not aware of my current location.”
Danny paused, giving Damian a long look before nodding, “We’ll if your gonna sneak out, at least you went someplace educational.”
Damian looked at him confused as the man stretched.
“Well then, let’s go find Dan and get something to eat before we get you home. I’m sure your father is worried sick.”
Danny then grabbed Damian by the hand and started to lead them back the way they came. The crowds parting at the sight of the large man.
“I do not need an escort, I am more than capable of returning home on my own.”
“That may be so,” the man started. “But I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep tonight if I didn’t make sure you got home safe. You wouldn’t want me to be deprived of sleep, would you?”
Damian considered the statement. The man was clearly on the brink of collapse. “Very well.” He nodded.
The approached the tiger exhibit to pure chaos as the animal handlers tried to retrieve a boy from the tiger cage. Danny sighed before Damian could try to sneak away and jump into action.
“And here I thought I wouldn’t have to bribe anyone today.” Before he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted “DAN FENTON! IF YOU DONT GET OUT HERE IN THE NEXT 2 MINUTES, ILL TELL JAZZ!!”
The zoo keepers nearly panicked as the boy immediately jumped up, completely ignoring the tigers and climbed out to join his brother.
#danny phantom#ghost king danny#dc x dp#brain vomit#Damian Wayne#dan phantom#Danny needs sleep#nocturne is scarily close to intervening#dan just wanted to cuddle the tigers#Damian approves
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Brenthia Moths: these moths can mimic the appearance and mannerisms of a jumping spider so convincingly that actual jumping spiders will sometimes attempt to court them

The markings, posture, and movements of a Brenthia moth (genus Brenthia, also known as a metalmark moth) all contribute to its disguise; the moths move around in short, jerky motions that mimic the movements of a jumping spider, and their hindwings are covered in black-and-white bands that strongly resemble the tucked-in legs of a salticiid spider, especially when the moth displays its unique wing position. The disguise serves as a defensive strategy, enabling the moth to avoid being preyed upon by actual jumping spiders.

In some cases, that disguise may work a little too well, as jumping spiders may actually mistake the moth for a potential mate and then attempt to engage it in a courtship/mating dance (which must be a pretty awkward and bizarre experience for the moth, tbh).

The resemblance between a Brenthia moth and a jumping spider may not seem terribly convincing to us, as human beings, but as this article explains:
When discussing animals mimicking their predator, it is important to remember that we humans are not the target audience. This means that the imitator may not look too convincing in its mimicry to us, but still manages to trigger a desired response from said predator.
Jumping spiders have also been known to respond to Brenthia moths by exhibiting a territorial display, which is yet another behavior that the spiders generally reserve for other spiders.
This study expands on the adaptive benefits of the moth's disguise:
In controlled trials, Brenthia had higher survival rates than other similarly sized moths in the presence of jumping spiders and jumping spiders responded to Brenthia with territorial displays, indicating that Brenthia were sometimes mistaken for jumping spiders, and not recognized as prey.
The illustration below shows the basic/general resemblance between a Brenthia moth and a jumping spider:

Sources & More Info:
New Scientist: Moth's Disguise is so Good, Spiders Love it Instead of Eating it
Animal Behaviour: Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
Science: This Moth Could Pass for a Spider
PLOS ONE Journal: Metalmark Moths Mimic their Jumping Spider Predators
Gil Wizen: Jumping Spider Mimicry in Brenthia Moths
Moths of North Carolina: Brenthia pavonacella
#lepidoptera#entomology#moths#peacock moth#brenthia#metalmark#mimicry#animal camouflage#cool animals#insects#cute bugs#jumping spiders#animals#arachnology#spiders#animal facts#salticidae#arthropods#mimicry among moths
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That Time You Got Yeeted Into Another World, Mistaken as a God-Sent Gift, and Used as a Prize in an Arena
Yandere Bear-Man Dilf x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, framed for a crime, language barrier, eaten out like it's groceries, biting, scent marking, musk, combat, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 765
(Speed written out of nowhere because I had the idea suddenly, not beta read so please forgive any mistakes. I hope you guys like this ficlet. Also forgive the title, in a game I was playing there was a crossover with "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" and I liked the vibe of the title.)
You were framed for a crime you didn't commit and in your village the punishment for that crime was immediate exile via being shoved down a steep crater in the center of which is a one-way portal to what is thought to be Hell.
What no one on your side of the portal knew was that on the other side was just another world. A world that celebrated with a great holiday anytime a human came through the portal. It was also a world populated entirely, with the exception of humans who crossed over, by human-like beast hybrids.
Driders, lion hybrids, nagas, aqrabuamelu (scorpion-men), harpies, dog people, centaurs, minotaurs, gnolls, and many other races that seemed to be part human.
They have a connecting portal in their universe, but any who try to go into it are spat back out. The current went only in one direction.
Every few years, a human would be flung forth from the portal, a gift from the gods! But only the worthy can keep such a gift. So whenever a human comes to the realm from the watcher of the portal will ring the bells and all the warriors assemble and a grand tournament is held at the arena. Whoever wins gets to keep the human and gains enough wealth to care for them properly.
Things are no different when you arrive, you are immediately ushered away, examined, and pampered like a prize doll with no agency. Despite your objections. It seems like only the keeper of the portal has any rudimentary undestanding of your language, not that it helped you. He didn't explain much and his speech wasn't that great. Something about... a big game?
You were naturally frightened beyond all reason, seeing all these beast-men, but it didn't seem like you were being harmed. It really wasn't what you thought hell was going to be like.
On the day of the big tournament, you were dressed in the finest silks, given a tiny crown of silver, and taken to the best seat in the arena. One where everyone could see you. A cushioned throne was provided for you to sit upon. You figured that this must be a ceremony to welcome people from the portal.
You watched as all the combatants sparred. At first you were horrified, but it became evident that people could yield and death was, almost always, avoided. There were combatants of every variety.
Even from the start the best seemed to be a naga woman named Eeris and a bear-man named Brakwen. As they advanced through the fights they both finally made it to the finals where they'd clash. Eeris favored twin daggers and fangs while Brakwen used claws and brute strength. He had a sword but had not resorted to using it.
It was a mighty battle but Brakwen the bear-man managed to win. You still did not yet realize you were the prize. Not until you were escorted down to him and were carried bridal style out of the arena with the crowd cheering. Brakwen had won the god's favor!
From close up he looked even more imposing. He seemed to be in his late 30s to early 40s. He mostly looked like a hairy man from far away though up close his massive size, sharp teeth, claws, thick fur covering his arms and quite frankly adorable bear ears, gave him away. He was rugged but admittedly rather handsome. You knew there was nothing you could do so you let him carry you away.
Despite the language barrier, Brakwen did his best to please his god-given prize. He could tell you feared him. Especially since you tried to run off a few times. But Brakwen didn't get angry. You never even managed to get past the door. Even if you did there were two gates outside the house. You were far too valuable to let wander off.
Eventually when you had stopped running off, and when his rut demanded he wait no longer, he began acting a bot more aggressove and sexual towards you.
Though you tried to stop him it ended with him stretching out your hole with his powerful tongue, lubing you up with his copious amounts of drool, and sliding into you with his massive musky cock.
That's what your life was now. Being treated like a fragile precious gem most of the time and then for one week out of every month you were fucked full of hot bear cum in every possible position, bitten possessively, and scent marked by being forced to wear his oversized clothing.
#yandere teratophilia#yandere terato#yandere x reader#monster boyfriend#gender neutral reader#yandere monster#yandere boyfriend#male yandere x gn reader#my ocs#My OC Brakwen#yandere exo#yandere exophilia
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JELLYFISH! READER X HAZBIN HOTEL
Prompt: A sea creature wants to bring light in hell. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・🪼⋆。˚



𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚ you died while being an oceanographer. You studied the ocean for its plant and creatures. You drowned specifically while trying to push a jellyfish away from you. And honestly, you went to hell becoming a flowing beautiful jellyfish.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚Charlie welcomed you with opened arms, she liked how beautiful you are. The way you flow in the air, you were eye catching and majestic
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚jellyfish! reader is a Mitski, grimes, and tv girl fan of music. I think it fits their vibe at how peaceful but dangerous they are with their stingers.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚imagine how your human form would look. Jellyfish hair cut with the colors of the blue from your og form with some pink and purple. Or like blue and light blue. You would be an actual main attraction to the hotel.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚you probably did get mistaken to get sent to hell instead of Heaven. You were beautiful like a heaven angel, but you were in the depths of hell. Surprisingly the hotel was a safe haven for you.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚a beautiful creature like you gain the attention of many to the hotel. You could say that you are the main attraction. And Charlie doesn’t use you like that, but she does make you a resident to get into heaven.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚vaggie finds you calming. You have this type of aura around you that just makes people relax. So your hotel room is specially designed to your liking. Which is a dark blue wall with a glowing blue that has ocean waves. It’s basically jellyfish’s en ocean designed. It’s just so magical.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚you love floating around as keekee would follow you around. Then you would have the egg boiz following you plus fat nuggets. You just collected your own little band of little people.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚husk doesn’t know much about you in the hotel other than you are practically the princess/prince of the water in hotel. You make sure the water is okay as it’s your duty.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚you once had made water appear. You had guess you have water power based on you drowning. And using that power, you soaked husk who started to go crazy almost scratch angel dust in irritation. 
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚Lucifer admires your colorful being. Like he may seem as if he doesn’t care about you. But he sorta does as he secretly makes you a jellyfish toy that lights up in the dark.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚alastor, he might as well try to see what you are. He still senses a human soul in which makes him want to get your soul. A human souls is rare than a disgusting sinner’s soul. But you sting him every time he tries to even get close.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚you once accidentally stung Alastor with your stingers. He oddly didn’t lash out at you, but rather just walked away. He was trying to hold on the stinging pain you gave him.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚sir Pentious found you alluring even. Frank and the rest of the egg boiz agree. Frank once called you mom/dad since you were singing him a lullaby.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚imagine how crazy you can be. Like one day you are the calming person every one loves and knows in the hotel. And next thing people know is that you are stinging people just because they breathed the wrong way around you.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚luckily you are a passive aggressive person sometimes. Or else you would be frying people like bacon. EXTRA CRISY‼️
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚angel dust dead ass thinks you should have a cute blue ocean crown or necklace. Maybe even a cute blue with purple star car. Bro he’s thinking of so much ways to make you girly pop.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚you could’ve had shocked angels, and I mean literally cause if it was the battle between hell and heaven. You would win lmao. Cause what if you shocked then hoes into an angel kebab
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚headcannon on how your stingers is as powerful like the jellyfishes in SpongeBob. You area full electric chair.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚vox had a whole board about who tf were you. Legit was giving crazy science man vibes cause how tf is a jellyfish in hell?! You don’t even look demon! You dead ass don’t fit the hell palette. As he is making theories, Valentino and Velvette just stare at each other like “wtf is this?”
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚now say you did went to heaven. Everything would probably be different, but you are something no one had seen before. A jelly fish angel? Yeah that seems unique.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚Heaven would admire your original look. Your calming energy makes most of heaven better. Like say for example the angels complement each other with the light of your energy and how your energy flows. You basically have a pheromone, but it’s for positivity to be spread. #bethereasonsomeonesmiles LMAO
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚Adam probably makes fun of how you are such a small sea thing creature. But then he switches up when you turn into your human form and start to sting his ass every time he tries to offend you. Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚sera would possibly have you as a cherub cause of your small jellyfish form. It only makes sense for you to be one as you are so adorable.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚Emily adores you. She knows you don’t mean any harm towards her with your stingers. She’s the type of person who makes you a flower crown cause she loves it be creative around people she likes. Honestly 10/10 friendship honestly.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚lute probably doesn’t care about you much. Other than your stingers are damn annoying. She just wants to rip them out, but you are is kind and sweet. So you have her vote to stay in heaven with her.
𖦹 * 🪼 ₊˚headcannon on you just humming a soft lullaby as you swim in the air, your blue soft glow in the dark makes anyone go to sleep. The blue is pretty alluring.
A/N: I tried a different writing style with the “bullet points” I hope you guys like this lol and sorry if it seems lazy.✨ inspired by: @selvyyr <3



#jellyfish#jellyfish aesthetic#jellyfish x hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x jellyfish#hazbin hotel x jellyfish! reader#jellyfish! reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin headcanons#hazbin hotel adam x reader#hazbin vaggie#hazbin husk#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel headcanons#hazbin vox#hazbin charlie#hazbin hotel x platonic!reader#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#hazbin hotel x child reader#hazbin hotel x male reader#hazbin hotel x female reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#lute#hazbin hotel lute#adam x lute#hazbin lute#lute x reader#hazbin lucifer
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TWST boys drunk around their girlfriend pt2
✦part1 part3
✦characters: first years

Ace Trappola
Drunk Ace is cocky, clingy, and way too loud. His usual teasing turns affectionate with extra slurred sass.
“You’re soooo lucky to have me. I’m like… boyfriend of the year, y’know that? And you’re hot. Like really hot. Why are you so hot?”
He’ll drape himself over you like a human blanket, demand cuddles, and act jealous if you pay attention to anyone else… even your drink. He also gets whiny affectionate:
“Nooo, don’t go talk to Deuce, I wanna be the one you laugh with foreverrrrr…”
He tries to act like the life of the party but is secretly just happy he has an excuse to be all over you.

Deuce Spade
Drunk Deuce is an awkward, emotional sweetheart. He’s the type to start out trying to stay composed, then completely unravel into soft confessions and misty eyes.
“I just… I really respect you, okay? You make me wanna be better. Like, a proper gentleman… My mom would love you.”
He’ll hold your hand like it’s a lifeline, lean his head on your shoulder, and start gushing about how proud he is to be your boyfriend. He also gets protective, even if you’re just yawning:
“Are you cold? Hungry? You want me to fight someone for you? I’ll do it.”
It’s both adorable and tragic. He’ll wake up the next day blushing harder than anyone alive.

Jack Howl
Drunk Jack is a bashful, touch-starved puppy. He hates being drunk, it makes him emotional and far too cuddly, which he tries (and fails) to hide.
“Don’t look at me like that… I’m not drunk. You’re mistaken…Ugh just stop looking like that…”
He’ll try to act cool and collected, but the moment you touch his arm or call him "cute," he melts. He’ll pull you into his lap, hide his face in your hair, and whisper things like:
“You smell nice… It’s hard to focus when you’re this close.”
Also: prepare for tail-wagging. He won’t admit it, but that thing is moving on its own. He’s so soft when he lets his walls down!

Epel Felmier
Drunk Epel becomes flirty, rowdy, and rebellious. He hates being seen as “cute,” so when he’s drunk, he overcompensates by acting like a cool tough guy boyfriend.
“You ever seen me punch through a wall? 'Cause I totally could. For you. Like, right now.”
He tries to impress you with stories of his spelldrive training and how much he improved. But he’ll also sneak kisses and hold your hand like he’s scared you’ll disappear.
“You’re the best thing in my life. I’d fight the entire school for you.”
Eventually, he ends up lying with his head in your lap, mumbling sleepy compliments with a little hiccup and a blush.

Sebek Zigvolt
Drunk Sebek is loud, emotional, and tragically in love. He starts off with his usual booming voice, then rapidly devolves into a dramatic mess who thinks he’s being subtle.
“You are radiant! Like a second sun! Truly worthy of being at Lord Malleus’s side!—I mean, my side! I—I mean…”
He tries to keep things noble but gets ridiculously sentimental. He’ll cry if you compliment him too sincerely. He’ll also keep trying to “stand guard” over you, even though he can barely walk straight.
“Sleep, my love. I shall protect you from… evil. And hangovers. And commoners.”
Eventually, he falls asleep on guard, leaning against you like a snoring knight.
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Unless I am fortunate enough to have been mistaken, the best Destiel fanficion has not yet been written in a huge oversight by the fandom
Picture this: At the end of season 5 Castiel is not killed and resurrected as an angel, but instead is wounded and still very human
Low and behold Dean shows up on Lisa's door step, filthy, emotionally destroyed, with an injured human Cas half unconscious in the back of the impla, like 'suprise I'm here, I can't go more than 2 hours without a drink and I brought this guy I absolutely do not have any overt sexual chemistry with, wanna date me?'
Cut to Dean trying desperately to have a heterosexual relationship with Lisa while helping a very pitiful Castiel learn to shave, how to shower and importantly, how to want things
I wounder what he could possibly want
Meanwhile Lisa is trying to help Dean and get him to open up about how he's feeling, what's happened, etc, only to repeated find him at 3AM sat on the porch with Castiel bearing his soul like its the easiest thing in the world
And also being way too into Doctor Sexy
Eventually, she snaps. Dean's a good guy, and she owes him one for saving Ben, but maybe she doesn't owe him a relationship. Well, not in the way he expected
Lisa Braden must now, using her powers of emotional maturity and patients of 25 saints, convince Dean Winchester to confront his deeply repressed sexuality
Chaos ensues
Also they get a cat
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Gojo Satoru x darling
TW: NSFW, noncon, fantasy au
gn reader

Thinking about hunter Gojo and the pretty little nymph that gets themselves snared in one of his traps.
You can’t get your poor leg loose, having twisted your ankle in your fall to the ground – something’s wrong with your wing too, you can feel it – the thin network’s been folded, almost broken – so even if you did manage getting loose, you wouldn’t be able to fly away.
Branches snap around you along the crunch of old leaves – and your heart’s beating out of your chest in fear of it – knowing something large and dangerous is not far behind, that whoever set the trap is not something that wishes you well.
“You’re not a rabbit.” The man says, having crept in close before you’d even heard him approach – crouching in front of you with a hunter's grace. Hawk-eyes ice-blue and piercing, hair as white as pure snow.
He’s got three daggers sleaved in his belt – a fillet knife, a gutting knife, and a larger one you imagine is meant to slice throats. He doesn’t carry a sword like most men but has a bow and sack of arrows slung on his back. Otherwise, dressed lightly – brown leather boots, brown slacks, and a blue cotton shirt. You could have mistaken him for a woodland elf if it weren’t for the thick stench of man.
“Eating creatures from the holy forest is forbidden.” You snip, despite your wide eyes and the wobble of fear evident on your lip.
He only smiles at the quip, a grin like a predator humored by prey. “You wouldn’t tell a wolf not to hunt.”
He stalks you, leaning in closer, and you try shuffling away – but the movement only makes you wince.
“I’m just another hungry animal…”
Rope gnaws into your fine skin while his breath puffs hot and dewy on your face.
“And tonight… seems lady luck has favored me once again.”
He gags you and ties you further up before redoing his snare for the next unlucky creature – then carries you over his shoulder until he’s dropping you down on a bed of furs.
Your skin flushes with goosebumps at the thought of being skinned the same way – mouthing a little prayer around the cloth he’s split your teeth and lips with. He’s cut trees down as well; you hear their pitiful screams when he lights a fire with their bodies. You mourn them, too.
At his full height, the man must be two heads taller than any male nymph you’ve ever seen and at least three heads taller than you. You hope you’re enough to satisfy him tonight, to spare the forest of further bloodshed.
You shiver and sniffle when he starts prepping you – removing your clothes and groping your tender, fleshy places with a strength you’re not used to – hands large and crass – kneading you like dough – probably to assess the quality of your meat. He has a smile on his face while at it.
Humans make you sick – to think he’s planning on roasting then eating you despite the soul fueling your spirit and the beating heart in your chest. But you’ve long known that all death but their own matters little to them – they don’t feel the same way nymphs do – they don’t regard life with the same respect they’ve donned themselves. It must be a sad and lonely existence, you think. It even makes you feel a little sorry for him.
You yelp when his gritty fingers brush the area between your legs – shimmying when he lowers his mouth down to the same place. Oh God – does he plan on eating you raw? While your body’s still hot and pumping blood?
But the bite never comes – not yet eating but tasting it would seem – licking and slurping and sucking on you.
He takes his shirt off. Probably to avoid spilling on it, you think.
You don’t really understand what’s going on until he’s got his fat manhood pointed toward your kernel-sized hole. Eyes wide as he splits you apart slowly and unabashedly – as though it isn't as deviant as a dog mating a cat – sinking in inch after meaty inch.
You whimper at the stretch – wincing when the plush mushroom-shaped head grinds against that special place inside you.
It doesn’t fit more than halfway, but that doesn’t seem to bother him – rolling his head back with a rusty groan, even with just the tip gaining purchase within you – pounding into you like a beast in his rut.
“What's the matter, pretty nymph? Did you think I was gonna eat you?” He laughs, bearing over you – his hands steadying your hips to meet his sharp thrust – each hit deeper than the last. “I’m the only hunter in this forest; I can eat what I want when I want – but eating you?” He scoffed and snickered. “That would just be a waste.”
The blood on his breath makes you wrinkle your nose – squeezing your eyes shut as his tongue sweeps up the tear streaks on your cheek.
“My stomach’s already full. Time to empty my balls.”
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୨୧ ── Now I know you want me
Continuation of — I wish I knew you wanted me



› Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader
› Scenario: A blind date? He can't let that happen! After realizing his mistake of letting his chance go by, he challenges fate itself to have you in his arms.
› Notes: English is not my first language. Reblogs and likes are very appreciated! + I hope this lives up to the first part. This is mostly fluff and a happy ending. ^^ 4k words btw
Dick felt the whole world's weight from what he heard. Kory said what?
He's using his willpower to keep himself from dramatically falling on the floor. He knows he heard her correctly, he cleans his ears two times a week, for god's sake. Still, that crooked smile on his face didn't fade along with that twitch in his eyes.
Maybe Kory just used the word 'date' wrong. She might've mistaken it for 'date' as in the day of the month or year. He even googled the definition to show her. Denial makes you go to the limits of logic and into the spectrum of insanity, and right now, Dick Grayson can prove that.
He's thinking of every possible misunderstanding that they can make about the situation. Dick was a ticking time bomb of 'what ifs,' about to explode if not for his 5 stages of grief in front of an unimpressed Kory.
"Kory, should I kiss you again? Because you might be using some words wrong." There was sarcasm laced in his voice. His eyes were wide in disbelief.
He wanted to laugh in her face so badly. Tell her that he's willing to teach her to enhance her vocabulary, that maybe she's got some definitions mixed up.
"I told you, Dick. She said she has a blind date today." She repeats what she heard from you earlier that day. And the Tamaranean could swear she heard something shatter. Dick slumped on the floor with his hands covering his face. Regret bubbling in his chest.
He knows you were deeply affected by what transpired the other day. You weren't a workaholic like he was, so when he found out that you were barely inside the tower anymore due to your sudden eagerness to go on missions and stakeouts, he knew this was your way of releasing anger.
Who was he to stop you? After all, he was angry too. The chance slipped through his fingers. As a result, he barely saw you anymore. The tower felt emptier without you freeloading around when you didn't have anything to do.
He wouldn't say it out loud, but he appreciates the noise you bring to breakfast when you grumble about the food being distasteful when he cooks it when you're also the one hoarding it all. All those broken training dummies when he specifically told you not to overdo it, your witty and sarcastic remarks in team meetings, having you by his side during missions... Dick misses it all.
"And? What did you say to her?" He speaks through his hands, refusing to look at Kory. It was childish of him, but he can't help it, she should have tried to stop her from going out.
Dick can already picture Kory face palming at his behavior from the sound of her exasperated sigh alone. While she understands how Dick is feeling, he hasn't acted this irrational in a while. Kory knows him, she dated him. She knows how much this man can love. Dick can risk it all for it. The thought of him being such a man causes a mystery in her mind: if Dick Grayson is a risk taker, why didn't he take it with you?
Human feelings and the relationships here on earth were different from Tamaran, but Kory isn't oblivious or ignorant to their differences. Still, it wasn't her place to speak on it. Even if she knew you still had a place in his heart, Kory never showed resentment. She was only curious about how two people who are clearly in love with each other can't be together. What fear was holding you both back?
"I told her to enjoy her date," she states the obvious. "I wouldn't stop her from finding happiness. If you're against it, you should've taken the opportunity to confess the other day."
"It isn't as easy as you think it is." His tone turned lower with each word, knowing it was a weak reason.
"Maybe I don't, but look at you now—where exactly do you stand in her life to complain about her trying to love, Dick?"
Kory's right. He was basically nobody but a leader and a close friend to you, they had no right to intervene in your love life. That doesn't make it any better.
Dick's audacity knows no bounds if he thinks that you shouldn't just agree to dates, much less a blind one! He felt uneasy that you're going to meet someone you don't know and possibly... You'll find them much more appealing than him—your closest friend of 15 years.
He should take a breather first and then think about ways to sabotage her date—no, stop that, Dick! Don't even think about it.
His conscience tries to reason with him, but his love outweighs morality. By the time Kory realized that look on his face, Dick was already bolting out of the tower in his motorcycle. She yells after him, hoping that he'd stop and rethink the devious plans he concocted inside his brilliant mind. It was futile. A man in love knows no bounds.
This was wrong, and he knows it. The revs of his motorcycle drown out every message his conscience sends him. He only went faster with desperation as his fuel. Dick's grip on the handle tightens when he thinks that he's too late, perhaps you're already enjoying the presence of that person.
He prays desperately under his breath. Just this time, this one time—let Fate be his friend. He'll do everything to be heard this one time.
Dick swears that if fate can hear him right now, he'll stand by his words, and this will be his last opportunity to have you in his arms at the end of the day.
Only now that you're completely about to slip away from him is when he decides to move. He lives up to his name, he is a dick for doing so.
The words, "Why now?" are on the table, but he bargains that it was better than an "I loved you." at your wedding in the future with this blind date of yours. And he can't have that.
He was beginning to think that fate was only his enemy when he suddenly got a whiff of your perfume in the air. Dick maneuvered his bike to the side, his head whipping from side to side to catch a glimpse of your figure.
It was a distinct smell that sets you apart from the citizens here in this forsaken city. He knows since that scent was from him. You loved his gift so much that it became your signature scent. You were certain that the brand could name it after you as well, as if it was solely for you.
You emerged from that shop you once said was not to your taste with a big smile on your face as you talked with your date.
Dick remembers laughing at your face when you tried not to show your displeasure at the drink you just shoved down your throat. You were trying hard to show a smile instead because of the staff happily asking for a picture to promote their shop.
When they asked you to come again when you stood by their doors, he almost cracked again at your small forced smile—looking like a life sentence had befallen you.
Did they bring you here? Why didn't you say you didn't like it here? Did they even ask you? He was beginning to get agitated again just thinking about it. If they wanted to take you out on a date, they had to take you to the most extravagant places here. It didn't matter if they had only met you today, you deserved the best.
As you walked through the streets of Blüdhaven, Dick couldn't help but feel you were everything and your date was just there. Like a fully rendered drawing next to a sketch of some sort. It was obvious you were out of their league. Emphasis on 'their' since he, himself, is also included.
As said before, Dick put you on a pedestal that nobody could reach. Not even himself. It doesn't mean that he's in love with the idea he created of you—god, no. He's in love with everything about you, good and bad.
So, seeing you with someone who hasn't properly learned how to love you? It gives Dick an unpleasant feeling. They don't seem to be that bad, but for you to be with them? You're too special for that.
The audacity to even bring you on a date in his turf is just beyond him. Everyone knows Nightwing is the protector of Blüdhaven, and they still brought you here. There were other places—better ones that he'd think of to take you. Anywhere else but here.
Throughout the time he's spent with you, Dick knows you like the back of his hand. He's got you memorized down to the way you'd cover your mouth while you laugh if you found it boring like you're doing now. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, thinking that you've never faked your laugh with him before, so why bother staying with this annoying, boring piece of sh—okay, Dick, calm down.
You joke around with your date until you both enter a restaurant. Dick stands outside of the chosen restaurant this time after a few minutes had passed. Dick can't even mask the displeasure on his face. Is this another one of Fate's jokes, because why this one? This blind date of yours must be truly blind for picking the worst places to take you in.
You hated this one as well. You didn't like the customer service and the way they made your pasta soggy. Dick was practically pulling on his face from the irritation your date's decisions bring. He was more irritated that you didn't seem to mind. How can you sit there, across from your date, looking so pretty and happy as if you didn't tell Dick that you never wanted to go back here?
He interrupts the incoming waiter, "Table for one. I prefer that spot behind those two lovely couples over there." Dick didn't wait for them to respond. There was nobody using that table, and he has the liberty to choose where he sits. The server didn't even interfere with his demands—Dick's face was unpaintable with his overwhelming rage bubbling inside of him.
Dick uses the menu to hide his face, purposely sitting behind you to perfectly conceal himself. His ears perked up with every fake laugh you gave your acquaintance—he decided just now that they weren't even worthy to be called your date at this point. He dislikes how cheesy their jokes are. Those jokes are second-rate when it comes to his puns that you genuinely laugh at. He can't even count how many times he has rolled his eyes today.
The servers interrupted their fake stand-up comedy, coming in just in time to save Dick and you from hearing any more jokes. Dick's server had also arrived at his table at the same time. He stole a glance at where you pointed, realizing it's the same one you ordered last time you were here with him.
"I'll have this, thank you." He hands his menu over. Before they could leave his table, Dick stopped them. "Can you make them chewy but not soggy? That's what sh—I like." Smoothly covering his words up.
The waiter left just in time for Dick to listen in again. You guys weren't laughing anymore, you just intently listened to them. His face sours again. When you're with him, you're talkative. Contrary to the cold and mature vibe you show off on TV, you were completely different around him. How he loved hearing you talk and talk about things he doesn't know about. Dick always made sure to research it after.
"Have you dated before?" Their question takes you both aback. A nostalgic feeling from days ago is brought up again. Another simple yet difficult question was thrown your way.
Even if you had your back turned on Dick, he had a feeling you had the same look as you did back then. Lost and unsure, but you already have an answer inside. Just too scared to say it without sugarcoating it.
"No, I haven't." Dick hears a smile from your voice, doing its best to sound soft and unhurt. His heart twitching at your words. He feels sorry, but he can't place why.
"I'm surprised a woman like you hasn't dated before. Are the people around you blind or just outright cowards?" Dick mustered up a nasty side-eye to give your acquaintance. He was mad because he got hit by an imaginary arrow.
"I suppose it's both?" You laugh awkwardly. An image of Dick pops up in your mind again. He's been showing up in your thoughts nonstop ever since you went out on this blind date.
Meanwhile, the guy in question can't help but feel bad about himself for making you feel like you're unwanted. It wasn't that people were blind enough to not appreciate you but rather the latter. There was this air around you that made people assume that you were already promised to someone. He even argued with Wally once or several times because the poor boy also liked you.
"Well... have you ever loved anyone?" Now this was a question Dick was also curious about.
He stayed tense in his seat, anxiously waiting for your answer.
"I have, of course. But I'm just not the girl of his dreams." You spare another laugh, a sad-sounding one that the two people fawning over you in this room felt bad for hearing your answer.
"How so? Have you ever tried telling him your feelings?"
"I have. But before I got to, he—"
The server interrupts another crucial time that Dick can't stop a groan from escaping his lips. It naturally garnered attention, he hid himself by pretending to pick something up before you could even see him.
Am I going crazy, or did I just hear Dick? You shrug it off, no way he's here.
Dick returned to his seat when you looked away, his order already waiting on his table. The dry chuckle you let out caught his attention, then it went to the dish in front of you. It looked like the same soggy noodles they served last time.
He quickly raised his hand for assistance.
"I'm sorry, you must've switched my plates with that dear lady over there."
"Pardon? But this is—"
"Trust me on this one." Dick had no room for arguments, he carefully picked his plate up and handed it over to the server. He watched as he explained the switcheroo.
You look at the server in confusion. How could the plates be switched when it's the same dish? The server whispers at you to look at the man behind you. You were expecting a fifty-year-old man who had a thing for soggy pasta.
Long story short, it wasn't. You locked gazes with Dick Fucking Grayson. How long had he been here?
Dick curses under his breath. He did not see that coming. That server is such a snitch. For doing his job and looking after the safety of their customers. You were right, customer service does suck here.
Perhaps he was grateful for your personality that disliked scenes in public. Because deep down, he was scared shitless at what you would do if you weren't that kind of person. You knew better than to confront him now, as there was always a later.
"It's okay, I'll take this. Thank you." Having known who it is, it makes you less worried about being poisoned. You were about to dig in when you noticed the consistency of the noodles. From sight alone, you knew that it was cooked the way you liked it. When you compare it to the old dish, this was definitely better.
"Are you okay? Here, have some tissues." Your date hands over some tissues, worry laced in their face. Huh, you were crying without knowing it. And it's because of the same person again. This asshole just knows you to the bone. He understands and respects every part of you in his mind.
Why is Dick acting like this when you decide to go on a date to forget him? To remind yourself that there were more people out there. The only thing you've realized is that there are more people out there, but none of them will ever be him.
Your heart still wants Dick Grayson.
"I'm sorry. You're a great person, really. I can't do this to you when I love someone else." You try to sound fine. Although it was already too late, with the tears making you choke on your sobs. They let you go, understanding how you felt. With a smile from them, you gave them your gratitude.
"Here's my half. Thank you for taking me out today." And with that, you hurriedly exit out of the restaurant.
Dick saw you leave without looking back. This is it, you're running away again. He also put his payment on his own table and was about to exit the vicinity when he took the money you left on your own table with him.
"Don't let her pay. You troubled her enough." He rolls his eyes at your acquaintance before leaving entirely.
Dick calls out your name as soon as he is out of the restaurant. It gathered attention from passersby, but he couldn't care less.
He made a promise to the wind, to the sky, to the gods, to fate, that this will be his last chance to have you. If he lets you go now, he'll regret it forever. He also wants to know what you were about to say earlier. Agh—he has a lot of questions.
He gets on his motorcycle, driving as fast as he can to each block you may have gone to. Fuck—just where were you? Dick composes himself and looks at the radar on his bike. What nearby places could you have run off t—The pier! Yes! If you wanted to clear your head, the pier was one of the places you'd go to.
Thank God he had a motorcycle with him, he could already see your figure slipping through those wooden stairs to reach the secret spot you shared with him. It makes everything easier. He carefully threaded through the hollow woods, surprisingly still standing after all these years. It makes creaks, alerting you that he was here. Who else could know about this, anyways?
This spot had a clear view of the ocean and granted you both some solitude. It was the perfect place to talk.
"Why'd you leave your... date? They seemed lovely." You knew he was lying when he gritted his teeth to compliment them. Despite feeling down, you still had the energy to laugh and smile at Dick. Like you had a spare set of batteries made just for him.
"Some Dick was following me the whole time. That's why."
"You're lucky a Dick was following you, not a pussy like that date of yours." Dick cringed at his own joke, but the sound of your laughter eased him.
You both knew it wasn't the reason, though. That's why he's patiently waiting for you to speak again.
"I'm sure you heard it, Mr.Cleans-his-ear-a-lot. Don't ask me why." You roll your eyes at him, gaining a chuckle from him.
"Sooo... you love someone else. Great. Who are they?" He had no time to waste. Dick prepared himself for your answer. What he didn't expect was that your face turned even more displeased.
Dick really is a dick. He sounds like a friend. But it isn't what you want. With the way he worded it, he sounded unaffected that you love someone else that's not him. That realization hurts you all the more.
"How can you be this dense when you know me so well, Dick?" Your voice cracks as you question him, glaring at him through your tears. For once you don't make it look like you were this strong superhero that he can always rely on. You wanted him to look at you like a woman that cracks at love's painful conquests too.
"I even went on this stupid date just to move on"
"You did?" For me?
"I did." For you.
For once, Dick doesn't know what to answer you. He always had something reserved for you but not this time. He didn't anticipate this happening. It all dawns on him right at this moment.
"I tried telling you thirteen years ago but you left me alone with no answers. You just left me there—didn't even let me finish what I was saying. That time, I felt so unbearable that even you decided to leave when I told you I love you."
Dick feels his stomach churn in guilt. He had no idea. He was too scared to confront his own insecurities, so he ended up hurting you in the process. This whole time, for more than a decade, you could've been together if he just faced you like a man. But sadly, he was just a boy back then.
"I'm sorry—" Your name sounded like a plea for forgiveness. "I was too scared back then. I freaked out. The thought of you loving me back was nothing more than a dream for me back then." You felt his muscular body holding you close to him, so tight that you felt the thump of his heart in your ear.
"Even just seeing you near that idiot earlier made me frustrated at myself because why did I wait this long until someone had the chance to take you out on a date before me?" Your hair feels wet.
"Just to think that someone you met today already did the things I've always wanted to do with you made me realize how much of a coward I still am when it comes to you." You look up at him. He is crying.
Your hands pull him down to your level, fingers working their way up to his face, cradling him like a precious jewel. His cheek felt hot against your palm despite the flowing tears dripping down from his eyes.
"I hated how they took you to those places you hate here in Blüdhaven. Did they even realize it? They didn't know you like I do, and yet... fuck. I'm so mad at myself." He snuggles up to your palm more, chasing the comfort it brings. "Tell me, do I deserve your love even when I'm like this?" A coward, insecure, and beyond fixation.
Dick looks into your glossy eyes. Its softness still remained after all that he said. You still looked at him the same, nothing has changed except that the warmth in your eyes was a flame that he could clearly see now. His insecurity has completely blinded him from seeing the good things.
You pull his head closer to plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. Your fingers thread his hair back, smiling down at him with tears streaming down your own face.
"You've always been deserving of it. How could you not?" You plant another kiss on the tip of his right eyebrow. "And they didn't pick it, I did." You laugh a little when you share the truth before pressing your lips on his other eyebrow.
"In the end, I still subconsciously picked you. I picked it because it reminded me of you, no matter how much I hate those fuck-ass 1-star businesses of theirs." More tears flow out of you as you kiss his nose.
"It didn't matter that the drinks tasted like shit or if the pasta was soggy. I still loved it because I was with you, Dick. You're capable of making me love things I thought I wouldn't." You kiss his tears away.
Memories flash on your mind as you speak—every single one had Dick in it.
"How can I not love you when you made me feel seen?"
You remember how he'd always include you in a conversation whenever he caught up with old friends in the street. Dick introduced you proudly to his friends.
He'd talk about how amazing you are instead of talking about how he's been. As much as you were flattered by it, you felt embarrassed that he shared about you more than his life.
"But you're a part of my life, aren't you?"
"How can I not love you when you've always heard me?"
The meeting was turning into a mess. It happened when you were just new to the team and Batman had already appointed you a big role in the next mission.
Seeing as you were new, it was difficult to communicate with the team, especially when it was such a crucial mission that made everyone clash with their beliefs.
But Dick was different, even when you weren't saying anything, he suddenly yelled.
"Wow! That's a great idea. What do you suppose on doing when—" And he just kept going and going until they all eventually listened to you.
"Think about everything, Dick. You make everything a reason for me to love you." The speechless look on his face had you leaning in, it felt right to.
"May I?" You ask for permission. It didn't take long for you to feel his lips against yours. Nothing in your life has felt right other than this.
You were both a tearful mess, but you couldn't care less. Fifteen years of waiting has come to this. It felt intense and gratifying to have you after years of yearning for one another. Dick kissed you passionately, stealing and giving air—back and forth.
He'll take whatever he had just for this kiss to be endless. A few minutes wouldn't be enough, this was basically half of his lifetime. Best believe that he's already thinking about spending the other half with you already.
Dick wouldn't have let go of you if he didn't feel your hands tapping his back. He broke the kiss with a pop, lips already swollen with the ferocity of your first kiss. You both desperately gasp for air, breathing heavily with love adorned in your eyes.
"Breathe enough?"
"Y—"
That one syllable was enough for him to smash his lips against yours again. Dick needed this—You needed this. He kissed you like he'll lose you again. He smiles when he feels you reciprocate the same energy back.
It was evident that this is what happens to two hopeless people when they realize it after fifteen long years, it burst like a dam, now they're drowning in each other. They'll even be thankful if they did.
Dick was thankful that fate didn't make a joke of them this time. Maybe it had enough of seeing both of you fighting hard against what was written in its notebook of destiny. He was content knowing you both broke free from his threads and had the liberty to write your own ending.
He's sitting here with you in his arms, just the two of you and the ocean. It's crazy to think that fifteen years ago, you both sat here making guesses about the future, goof around, eating the stolen food from the fridge. Those were all good times.
Talking until Bruce even sent out police forces to find the two of you. You didn't realize the moon had risen from its slumber because of how distracted you both were with each other. That's how enamored you've been, to the point where everything feels like a fantasy. It really was just you and him from the start.
Despite all of the misunderstandings and heartache, you're both finally here. A smile on each other's faces, sharing a look that you both shared the same thoughts.
I wish I knew you wanted me—sooner.
Extra scene!
You leave your secret place in the pier hand in hand. A big smile adorning your faces. Man, it felt good to have each other.
At the distance, Dick saw a familiar man. It was the server from that 1 star restaurant.
"Wassup, buddy. End of your shift already?"
"There he is, officer, it's this man right here."
Within a second, Dick was in handcuffs. You both stared at the waiter with wide eyes. You scramble around Dick and the officers escorting him. "What the hell? He didn't even do anything, let him go." You glared at the men in duty who flinched a little bit.
"Uhm, excuse me? He robbed you and you don't care?" The waiter sassily judges you. "He what?!" Your hands were immediately on his shoulders, shaking him to get more answers.
"He stole that money you left on the table and ran away." He looks at you deadpan.
"DICK, WHAT THE FUCK?"
"I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GO 50/50 WITH THAT LOSER."
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𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘



immortal!enhypen x mortal!female reader content(s): college setting, vampire enhypen, human reader, enhypen has an unhealthy fixation towards reader, mature and dark themes, warnings will be specified at each chapter type: mini series (6 parts)
red strings tangled beyond repair, the solution being to return to the hand they are tethered to. but things prove to be more painful—more excruciating than any they’ve ever felt. even for immortals who deem pain as merely a child’s game.
𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊
ℌeeseung rushes through the woods, undead heart pounding rapidly, vehement and erratic—much more than it ever has when he was alive. Prickly thorns and branches graze and cut through his porcelain skin, leaving bleeding wounds that seal themselves almost as instant as they were made.
“She’s here. She’s back,” his whispery voice is carried by the wind as he continues his relentless pursuit to find her. The one they have been waiting for so long—decades, centuries and millennials. Eternity.
𝔍ongseong huffs, breaths heavy as he tails close behind—not of exhaustion, but of fierce desperation—and his chest heaves while he wears a pained countenance. The everlasting yearn that burgeoned throughout his years of living whilst dead pouring from his very being—showing through the reddening rims of his eyes and the whites of his curled knuckles.
A grunt rips through 𝔖unghoon’s throat as the bottom of his trouser gets caught by a thick branch. He clicks his tongue, irritated, and haphazardly retracts his leg—the fabric tearing with a loud, clear sound. But he’s mindless of it, much too occupied with seeing her. Finally. The mere idea of it brings a clarity to his mind, quietening his incessant, intrusive thoughts and a hopeful smile makes its way to his face.
His surroundings that typically appeared bleak and grey slowly regain their significance and colours and he inhales the earthy essence—the moist, healthy soils, fragrant blooming flora and even the faint scent of sweet nectar and honey.
The world feels beautiful once more.
“I can’t believe it! After all this time!” 𝔍aeyun exclaims, excitement buzzing through his veins and raising goosebumps on his skin as the adrenaline builds. His pearly whites are displayed from his unrestrained ear-to-ear grin despite his feverish stunts.
Hopping from one tree to another and landing with a spin onto his feet—continuing his sprint briefly before retuning to his jumpy behaviour. He’s overflowing with pure delight, eyes sparkling incandescently as he seizes his lip between his teeth.
𝔖unoo giggles joyously, eyes upturned into crescents as he plays a game of chase with 𝔍ungwon. The moment they felt her presence, an indescribable sense of merriment flooded them, washing away their never ending misery. Their withered hearts that were once weighty with doubt regarding her return now beating with anticipation and conviction.
“Catch me if you can~” Sunoo challenges and Won’s grin broadens, dimples deepening and eyes glaring with determination as he hastens his steps—eliciting a shriek from the older.
Their laughter resound within the woods and as if celebrating alongside them, the birds chirp and sing in an optimistic tune while warm sunlight shines against wet leaves and puddles. Small, faint streaks of colours emerging around them and casting a beautiful glow.
A picturesque scene right out of a film.
Lagging behind is ℜiki who’s still astonished and yet, skeptical. Why now? After all this time, why now? Could they be wrong? Maybe they had all mistakenly think it was her. It’s not an impossible thought considering how it’s been…forever since their last moment with her. Their instincts might be rusty.
But he knows. Truthfully, he knows that they can never be mistaken. No one sets their souls alive like she does.
And admittedly, he too knows that his denial stems from fear. The fear that she may arrive and fleet away just as abruptly. And once again, he will be abandoned, left to wallow in his own self-pity and desolation for years and centuries to come. The gap in his chest widening more and more with her absence.
His teeth grit and jaw tightens at the already torturous thought. He swallows dryly, dreading the possibility but a sudden tug within his ribs, the sudden lightness he feels and the lack of emptiness inside—
A gasp escapes as he snaps his head up, facing the front to see his brothers all decelerating as they approach the exit of the forest they’ve caged themselves in where across is a human town. Wasting days, months, years away inside their sumptuous mansion with their plentiful riches just to be overcome by the sense of vanity.
Their attentions are transfixed by the bright light that awaits them—the end to their painful yet, wilful confinement and they glow. They are radiant, spirits flourishing and… alive.
“She’s here,” Riki mutters under his breath, voice cracking as eyes brim with tears.
The seven figures emerge between the tall trees like creatures of myth—dangerously enthralling and breathtakingly beautiful—with their steps slow yet determined.
But they are forced to a halt as great, extravagant forms of red and orange greet them obtrusively—dancing flamboyantly on their faces and frozen frames as their senses that were previously dulled by her overpowering being begin to sharpen.
While the feeling of her begins to blur.
They can finally hear the deafening wails and shrieks as the choking scent of thick smoke infiltrates their noses and fogs their vision with layer after layer of soot. Sirens of ambulance and firefighters are blaring while crowds of people are frantically running from the burning resident, screaming for help.
And amidst all this chaos lies one girl quietly at the side of the street, tranquil, with her head against the plush green grass, a hand beside her head and the other resting on her stomach as if taking a siesta—if only her dress wasn’t dyed crimson by her own blood, face isn’t dusted with gray from the remains of debris and the torment that reveals itself from the marks of drying tears.
The seven appear beside her. Heeseung and Jay dropping to their knees as Sunghoon stands paralyzed yet shoulders tremble violently at his shaky breaths. Jake’s teeth sink deep into his lower lip, drawing blood as he tries and fails to muffle his wails—heavy tears brimming his eyes and flowing down his reddened cheeks like a storm.
Jungwon gulps, a sharp pain stabbing through his throat at his pitiful attempt to swallow his grief but the burn in his eyes betray him as he too ends up sobbing and shivering as he struggles to stand. Hands and sleeves wiping his face repetitively as his cries heighten.
Sunoo’s emotions are unvarnished, bare and loud as he screams in agony and wrath. Everything is unfair. He doesn’t want this— no, he CAN’T. His palms grate against the scattered debris and they stab and dig through his skin mercilessly yet, he’s unfeeling.
Even as his blood drips and paints the vibrant green with red, he remains… drowned in his anguish. Ears once again muffled as he can only hear his previous doubts taunting him, ridiculing him and shattering him more than he already is.
And Riki… he kneels beside her inert body, staring with clouded eyes as he slowly lifts his large hand onto hers and it quivers slightly as it nears. The moment they touch, her foreign, cold temperature makes his eyes well up and thick salty globules seep into her dress—his body bending lower and lower until his forehead rests against her still stomach.
Whimpers and silents gasps of her name escape past his lips like a spell, as if it will resurrect her and this continues until Sunghoon approaches to cautiously, slowly lift her limp body into his taut arms.
Although wordless, the others understand perfectly—feebly rising to their feet as they trail behind him who makes his way back into the woods. The panic instilled in others make for perfect distraction and they disappear from the public once more.
Sunghoon strides grimly through the tall, mighty trees—breaking whatever branch that obstructs his path with his inhuman strength, trampling every vivid flora that burdens his track and disregarding anything and everything else.
He sees only vanity. Nothing worth his attention.
He lays her on a slightly raised white stone dais with beautiful intricate engravings on each of its four sides—fresh flowers, spirals and crystals adorning its plainness.
The seven figures encircle her, silent and deeply scarred by the abrupt tempestuous of emotions that they experienced that are powerful enough to make them feel nauseated—wanting to vomit their insides and ruin whatever remnants of their humanity, all there are that enable them to still feel and hurt.
But simultaneously, they wish to remember it all, to keep themselves sentient so they can once again relish in the joy and miracle that is her. The one who they’ve sworn to guard and have surrendered themselves to. This singular wish manages to keep them sane albeit hanging by a thread and they watch with heavy eyes as Jake nears the dais.
His hand lifts, palm to the sky as a gentle flame appears—movements irregular as it grows larger and larger before it stills into a steady fire.
With a deep exhale, he says, “Until we meet again.”
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Never going back
Alastor x Angel Reader
Synopsis: You were turned to an Angel trapped in heaven trying to go back to your one true love while Alastor was livid and was turning crazy without you



“Let me tell about a story between two humans, One was a bad person protecting the one and only person he truly loves, the other? Was too good for the world almost perfect and kind. They were soulmates maybe that’s why heaven would think it would be to difficult to separate them. Separate her”
She died first and not long after he died too but in separate places. Separate Afterlives.
You heard of the Angel and human but this was about a Demon and a Seraphim Angel. Both higher ups.
You were the main reason for Alastor to help Charlie with the hotel. Just to see you and make sure you’re okay, to hold you, to be with you again forever this time. But you knew better to wish to far.
Adam wasn’t gonna let you out of heaven, and Sera was just as bad on not letting you go.
Back in hell.
Alastor sigh looking up high hoping to see you, his Wife. He was sane for now, today was the day Charlie and Vaggie would go to heaven to convince the higher up Angels. He was gonna give Charlie your ring to give back to you and that says everything on what’s going to happen.
You appeared during a meeting introducing yourself to Charlie and Vaggie with Adam on your left and another angel to your left.
“Hello I’m ____ a Seraphim Angel as well” You saiding bowing down to the two demons.
“___ don’t bow to these cunt” Adam mumbled making you chuckle nervously before trying to fly towards your seat. Charlie eyes were wide open the whole time. You were an Angel? What did Alastor had to do with an Angel?
She took your hand before you could go to your seat and place the diamond ring in your hand making you look at it hiding your shock. You took her hand back hiding the ring before smiling sadly “Tell me why I'm waiting for someone, That couldn't give a fuck about me? No, you can’t” You whispered to her before flying towards Adam to your seat.
You never argued with Adam, you knew about the extermination in hell. You weren’t apart of it but you couldn’t argue with Sera or Adam.
You weren’t gonna wait for him no more, Heaven was all you need right now to follow behind Sera or even your favorite Archangels. After the whole argument Charlie and Vaggie were sent back to hell and another thing that Charlie wanted to avoid was Alastor.
“My dear, How was it in Heaven? Any news about my Darling?” Alaster questions with her sinister smile making Charlie sweat in nervousness.
“W-Well you see ___ gave me back the ring and said she was done” Charlie blurted out making Alaster smile slowly turn into a frown focusing on those words.
That’s when he started glitching his smile became more scarier and sinister. Vaggie pulled Charlie back standing in front of her. “No she wouldn’t reject being back together, You must be mistaken my dear” Alaster demonic voice came out.
“No” “No” “No”
She wasn’t coming back but when the extermination starts he’ll make sure to get you. Where you can never go back, just like in their human lives he’ll keep you back in your cage.
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Jjk men as subs
Part 2
did ya hear me?!?! SUBSSSSSSSS WOOOOOOOO (I’m going crazy)
Yk the drill here are the warnings!! ;P
Character- nanami/gojo/suguru
Warning- UNEDITED smut! (Duh) dom reader (double duh) miss use of a human being (nanami) you can read it as fem reader but it’s kinda nb
I feel a little silly and goofy
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Kento Nanami - human furniture /toys/gagged/orgasm denial/soft dom reader
“Hello how may I help you?” You said sweetly to the person at the other side of the phone. “Mr.Nanami?- Oh, he is a bit busy at the moment.” You replied, setting the vibrators too high. A few whimpers escaped Kentos' gagged drooling mouth. Crossing your legs and placing a hand on his blonde hair, rubbing it gently, trying to soothe his nerves. “Mhm! Yes, I’ll tell him no worries.” You cheered before glaring down at the man that was trying to speak muffled words. “Ok have a nice day~” You spoke smoothly before hanging up.
you bent down to Kento’s face, pulling him gently by the hair. “Hmm last thing I remember is that chairs don’t talk, right? Or am I mistaken?” You said with a gentle voice as the man looked at you with dizzy adoration his face flushed to his forehead, drool hanging from his chin, dripping down to his flush neck.
You leaned on the desk head laying on your hand. You played with the remotes, one connected to the vibrator in his ass the other connected to the toy wrapped around his dick both vibrating intensely. Leaning down, you see his dick twitch inside the toy. You could tell he was close his pre was basically dripping out.
Nanami's body shakes, face hot. He is close so close he feels if he could get his release right now, he would faint. Feverishly, he twitched and hummed at the vibration. oh, how cruel you are. With a click of your tongue, you lowered the intensity of the vibration.
“Can't have you break so soon.” You coo, leaving light touches over his shoulder blade to the shell of his ear, then cupping his face, his brows knitted together eyes rimmed with glossy tears, basically begging you for the flash of bliss he needs. Feeling his shaky breath on your skin as he nuzzled into your palm, you grin.
"Be quite and I'll let you cum."
Suguru Geto - bondage /pegging/degrading/ hard dom reader
Suguru was tied up by red rope his arms behind his back and his face smushed to the ground, body twitch with every thrust of your hips. "That's it- taking it like the fucking slut you are." You said with gritted teeth griping his waist leaving cresent marks on his pale skin.
his head rose up, pink swollen lips moaning your name as you fuck him out his mind. "Ha-hah plea-please-please-please." Suguru pleaded his voice cracking and shaking feeling his head go fuzzy as he felt the throbbing climax rising hot from his groin to his neck and ears.
Suguru’s eyes rolled back as you stroked his worked-out dick crashing your hips deliciously against his ass. "C-Close!" He winced out the climax build up almost painful on his dick. His heavy breathing turning into bitchy little whimpers as you pick up the pace slamming into that sweet spot that made him see stars. "Your close again? What a dirty fucking bod you got Suguru." you teased flipping him over on his back to see his fucked-out face. Spreading his legs wide and pulling him closer to you, watching how he bit his lip when your eyes met.
"So, fucking pretty.” You say breathlessly, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss his lips followed with a playful bite. "Make a mess for me ya?” You asked going down to his chest licking and sucking on his nipple earning a high-pitched whimpering hum. His body arches up as you bit gentle at his sensitive bud his eyes wide and mouth agape as he feels that tight coil in his stomach snap as he spurts out a hot load on his stomach. His body shakes and legs twitch as his last drops of cum spill out of his length as you fuck him through his orgasm. “Fuck- you came so much.” You said slowing down your thrusts kissing his jaw and corner of his lip, his face messy and sleepy.
“that’s it for today, ya?” You said, looking at the red panting man below you.
Satoru Gojo - voyeurism(you)/ feet kissing and licking foot job/ leg riding/brat taming
“F-fuck-need to cum.” Satoru bit his shirt between his teeth as he strokes himself blue eyes looking into yours as you sit pretty on the chair in front of him. “Such a foul mouth you got their Satoru.. is this really exciting to you?” You teased. “N-no you won’t let me fuck you.” He spat as he fist fucks himself. “Oh really? But this thing shows me you’re having fun.” You joke moving your foot to rub at his hard-on.
A rush of pleasure made Satoru shiver and moan out. “h-hah shit!- S-stop that!” He said, grabbing at your thigh, digging his nails into your plush skin. you hummed, stretching out a hand. You pat his fluffy white hair. “How can I? You’re so pretty when you're a mess.” You replied, looking down at the man as his hips grind on your foot desperately. “You’re being mean…” he grumbled as he glared at you through white lashes.
With a relaxed expression, you moved your leg away from him as you spoke. “Now would a mean person let you do this, or would a mean person get up and leave you to yourself?” Crossing your legs, you stare down at him, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration “your choice, Satoru.” You smile.
Gojo gulped down his pride and pleaded. “O-ok! Stay, please - just... Let me finish - I’ll be good..” He begged, pawing at the chair, looking up at you with blush dusted over his cheeks. With an eye roll, you crumbled and sighed. “..Fine” Satoru’s face lit up, “but” you continued. “You can only cum with my leg- that’s it.” you smile warmly at the distraught looking man on his knees.
“Are you kidding me? No! I want all of you-plea-” You click your tongue. “Do you think you deserve to fuck me? Just this would be enough, yeah? Take it or leave it.” You spat. "Fine!” Gojo pouted, getting into a comfortable position. “Hold it, Satoru.” You said, pushing him away with your foot. “What? I’m doing what I’m told.” He sassed. You pulled up your leg. “Don’t you wanna saver it?” You joke earning an eyeroll from him, but he still obeyed.
With a shaky sigh, he began to kiss your foot, starting from the heel to the toes, lapping at them as he stroked himself. He kissed up to your knee gasping when he feels the soul of your foot rub against his tip making him let out whimpers his hips moving up to reach your foot pre cum rubbing onto you. Satoru moved to grip at your thigh as he fucks onto you, dick rubbing at your leg smearing it with his wetness “f-finally” he grunts hips thrust wildely, impatiently for release. You soothe him by rubbing his hair and caressing his face tilting it up to see his light blush on his cheeks dipping your thumb into his mouth to press on his tongue.
“So pretty when you’re worked up” you coo watch the man twitch and gasp as he stares at you his face presses to your knee, his thrusts speeding up with the praise. “ha-ha-ah” he was vocal, his jaw clenched as he breathed in soon to loosen to release choppy moans. You roughly pull him by his hair leaning your body towards his giving him a deep and sloppy kiss which he returned with frantic need drool pooling from the corner of his lips pulling away you huff “that’s it pretty boy” you talk him through the erratic thrusts of his. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum” he said through gritted teeth and you hum rocking your foot up and down his shaft that was wet with saliva and pre cum. “Like a bitch in heat.” You murmur against his lips “come on satoru show me your worth yeah?”
The white haired man’s breath hitched as the burning of climax bursts. His body pulsing as a hot wave crashes through him his nails digging and roaming your skin as spirts of white cum smear on your foot dripping to the floor. You could feel the pulsing against your skin, and you hum as you watch his head drop to your lap
“there there wasn’t that good?” You said softly, rubbing as satoru grumbles and presses his face on your thigh.
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A/N: Hello did ya miss me? No? ;-;
ANYWAAAYSSS NEW POST >0< (brain rot)
my first time writing foot play and human furniture play… as well as bondage ….and leg ridding…. And pegging…. And…. I'm going to church tmrw :( (deadass)
Gojo was so hard to write sense how the FUCK do I write foot stuff? Is it counted as feet stuff??? Idk
loved everything I wrote here except Gojo’s so happy homie dead (jk…. A little bit ..srry not srry-)
Was gonna do more dudes but I no no wanna :(
BUT LOVE YALL XOXO 💋
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Puppy Love: The Hybrid's Heart



*pairing: Golden retriever puppy hybrid Jake x human popular bratty Girl
*trope: oppositive attraction
*synopsis: What if you were to do a project on the economic boom that brought hybrids into the human world in terms of love and sex with Jake a golden retriever hybrid who at first glance looks like a puppy but slowly becomes obsessed with you, and you with your shameless insolence propose to write an essay on the overselling of sexual protections against hybrids? This idea of yours might be brilliant academically but on the plane between your relationship with the hybrid Jake could bring some spicy consequences
*tags: a lot of fluffy and fun, a lot of tension, Jake is a shy fake boy, the protagonist is quite bratty and spoiled but also has a tender side, teasing, territorial animal instinct and possession, kisses, sexual tension, masturbation (f.receives) unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) fingering, knot filling, pet names (baby,princess) (puppy,jakey)
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(English is not my native language,)
The world was no longer just for humans.
Since hybrids became an integral part of society, each sector had to adapt to their presence. Medicine, law, food, and education; the world has now normalized the presence of hybrids, who coexist with humans in every aspect of society. Some are still considered "tools" for certain purposes, but others, like Jake, want to prove that they are more than what they were created for. At school or university, hybrids have mixed classes with humans, but there is still some prejudice against them. Some see them as merely trained life companions, others as true peers, instead, you were extremely skeptical, saw them as beings too perfect to be true, always kind, always smiling... which you suspect but your friends always told you to charge one or to feel the thrill of being filled by one of them but you in a sense also hated the male human gender; Going with a hybrid would have been even worse and you firmly believed that the hybrids had repressed instincts and that all their sweetness was just a mask to hide their true primordial nature of possessing someone.
In the human world, there were various forms of hybrids the most common ones were those of dogs with then the sub-species and the same thing was for cats, then there were rabbits, hamsters, and then birds but if you thought that there were only these species you were mistaken. There were hybrid wolves which were the rarest especially if they were Alphas, foxes, deer, bears, snakes, and so on.
The auditorium was full of students, and the hum of whispers filled the air while the professor was busy with the projector. The door snapped open, and a figure came in steadily without the least embarrassment of delay.
Jake barely looked up from his notebook and saw you dressed in tight jeans that tied your legs and a sweater that slipped on your shoulders.
He had never spoken to you but knew you by hearsay in the halls of the university that you were one of the most popular girls, but he noticed you immediately. Not so much for your appearance - even though it was clear that you were aware of pleasure - but for the way you moved: confident, almost cocky, as if you challenged anyone to tell you something.
Your eyes set on the only empty place next to him and with a theatrical sigh, you approached and stopped right there in front of him.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" you asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.
Jake looked at you for a moment, then tilted his head. An involuntary gesture, almost canine, that betrayed his hybrid nature, and felt his tail bursting more than it should.
«Not too much,» he replied, with a relaxed smile.
You raised an eyebrow, then dropped down on the chair with a studious ease and pulled out the notebook slowly, as if you were doing the professor a favor by attending the class.
Jake looked at you again, out of the corner of his eye and that’s when he heard it.
Your perfume, my lord. Sweet, with a vanilla note... but also something fresh, almost pungent. It was rare that a smell hit him like this, the hybrids had a developed sense of smell, sure, but after years among humans he got used to ignoring certain things but this... was too good.
Too persistent.
He barely shook his head, trying to ignore him, but at that moment you spoke again.
"I’ve never seen a hybrid in an advanced course," you commented, crossing your legs under the bench and Jake barely smiled.
«And I have never seen a girl arrive late with so much confidence and boldness»
You smiled amused because you knew how the hybrids could always be perfect in everything, never late, always right at every deadline was a thing that united their species.
"It’s a natural talent that in just a few years!" you said as you flicked through the pages of your notes.
«It must be difficult to perfect, in the human world there are clocks for this, alarms, and reminders but maybe you don’t know that.» He said looking at you with a suspicious smile that made you get on your nerves
"Oh, yes, it takes years of practice, in my house as you may have deduced there are no alarms or maybe I’m just too careless."
Jake chuckled. You liked to tease, this was obvious but not aggressive... it seemed more like a game for you.
"Anyway," you said, getting a little too close for Jake’s taste "Mine wasn’t a joke. I have never seen a hybrid in such a course. I thought they would give you more... practical courses."
Jake stopped tapping his fingers on the bench and turned slightly toward you.
«Practical?» he said intrigued by your question and felt his ears curl up with curiosity.
You smiled, just tilting your head to look at him carefully and he was really beautiful: he had black hair slightly fluffy, his ears were golden and deduced that he was a hybrid of a Golden retriever, wore a black shirt where you could see he had nice muscles and a black leather jacket, of the ripped jeans where you could see his toned legs and the only contrast was his slightly long tail that since you were sitting next to him did not stop moving and was extremely adorable but there was also a darker side: an intensity in his eyes that you had noticed immediately, a smile with perfect teeth that seemed more clever than it should be.
"Yeah. You know, things like obeying, being affectionate, devoted..." Jake laughed softly, his elbow resting on the back of the chair. «If by "practical" you mean that, then I suppose so.» But you shook your head, snapping your tongue.
"No, I mean other things." Jake looked at you with a shadow of curiosity in his eyes.
«What other things?»
You didn’t hesitate for a second to speak and Jake understood that you were extremely cheeky and had no hair on your tongue.
"Obsessing about people. Being territorial. Being perverted from morning to night. And, of course, to breed in mass, I have a friend who has a hybrid at home and is extremely territorial with her, I would never be able to take home a hybrid if then in your nature you become so obsessed and territorial with us» Jake’s smile froze for a moment and for the first time since he had met you, he was speechless.
You had said it too naturally, with too much confidence, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and for a second, Jake felt the heat rise. He was not angry, no but... he felt strange.
He knew well that there were still people who thought so, who saw the hybrids only as beings programmed to satisfy the humans and to satisfy themselves but to hear it in his face, with that almost contemptuous lightness, struck him more than he would have wanted to admit.
He passed his tongue on his teeth, then cleared his throat.
«... And tell me,» he said with a smile that he was trying to mask the irritation. «Do you want me to do these things?»
You burst out laughing, god also he had seriously the taste of humor at the stars and no doubt knew how to tease you and always had the ready answer, maybe his master had trained him well for life as a hybrid mixed with that human being.
"Are you serious?" Jake just stared at you, waiting for your answer and you shook your head, crossing your arms with a haughty little smile.
"No, not even in my worst nightmare would I sleep with a hybrid."
Jake looked away for a second.
Okay, that sentence... had more effect than expected.
Not that he was interested in that way - he said - but the way you had said it, with that absolute confidence, had left him a small, annoying scratch in his pride and passed a hand through his hair, then came back to look at you with an ironic smile.
«Ah, well...» he said, lowering his voice. «I’m sorry to break your heart, but even in my worst nightmares I wouldn’t dream of jumping on you.»
You laughed again, but this time his eyes shone with satisfaction and Jake stared at you for a moment, then barely shook his head, returning to focus on the professor but your scent kept invading his senses and was damn good.
The teacher clapped his hands a couple of times to get the class’s attention.
— Well, guys. For future lessons, I want you to work in pairs with those next to you. You will have to write a short essay on the economic and social boom that occurred after the integration of hybrids in our society, especially in the sentimental sector and... - paused, putting his glasses on his nose, - sexual.
In the courtroom, there was a murmur mixed with some suffocated laughter. Someone turned to look at his sidekick with funny or embarrassed expressions.
Jake ran his hand through his hair, letting go a slight sigh. Fantastic and his new sidekick snorted and laughed.
"Well, I guess you won’t get rid of me that easily then," you said. Jake turned to you, finding you with a clever smirk on your lips. There was something mischievous in your tone as if you were enjoying every second of that situation.
What about him? He wasn’t sure how to feel. On the one hand, the idea of spending more time with you meant dealing with your cheeky attitude and sharp tongue.
On the other hand... your perfume, it was absurd, sweet, and pungent, insinuated itself in his senses in a way that he could not ignore.
"That might be a problem," he thought, his tongue in his teeth.
You meanwhile stretch out your hand, with an almost bored expression, as if you were simply doing your social duty.
"My name is Y/n." Jake looked down at your hand for a moment, then did the same.
«Jake,» he said in a low voice smiling at you, and as soon as your hands touched, both of you felt a slight electric shock. You withdrew your hand after a second, barely clenching your fingers, as if you were unsure of what she had just felt. Jake, on the other hand, stood still, his face as relaxed as ever... but something inside of him had lit up.
He had felt the shock more intensely than he should. Like a shiver along the back, an impulse that had made his hair on the arms and clenched his jaw, trying to ignore it.
It was nothing, could not be anything.
Yet, as you turned to take your notebook and start working, he stood still for a moment too long, his eyes still fixed on his hand, as if trying to figure out what the hell had happened.
Jake nervously drummed his fingers on the table, trying to ignore the annoyance that twisted in his stomach every time you came into the library or private rooms to continue with the work your economics professor had assigned.
There were days that you worked together and, if possible, he found you more and more unbearable; you arrived late every time, as if it was your natural right and sincerely thought you did it on purpose to see him annoyed by you. And not a few minutes, once you had waited 40 minutes under the bus shelter and it was raining and when you arrived you looked at him as if you had before you not a human and animal half but a puppy left alone. Although to be honest, today ten minutes seemed almost a miracle, and then the way you dressed... always those little skirts that seemed to come out of an anime for under 18 years old, always those soft sweaters where you let see your skin smooth and perfect that slipped on your shoulders, and the loose hair that framed your face with almost irritating ease.
And your perfume, damn it, your perfume. Every day it seemed to get more intense, more enveloping, as if she wanted to drag him inside without anything he could do about it.
Jake strove to look away while you sat beside him with the usual carelessness, pulling out your notes with exasperating slowness but then saw you take something out of your bag.
A small box and he felt his breath stop for a moment, Jake recognized it instantly.
Anti-hybrid contraceptives. In pill format for girls. In condom format for boys. He felt the blood go to his head instantly, and a burst of heat rose on his cheeks before he could even control himself. Instinctively, he also felt his tail flutter hard, too hard and forced himself to stop it, clearing his throat in a desperate attempt to mask his reaction.
You noticed immediately and, of course, you made you laugh.
"Oh? What’s this face, Jake? You’re a little too reactive to be such a smart hybrid, aren’t you?"
Jake put his hand on his neck, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting against his will.
«It’s nothing,» he mumbled, trying to appear indifferent but you did not let yourself be fooled and you leaned at the table with a mischievous smirk, making the box swing between your fingers.
"Ah-ah, I wouldn’t say. You lit up like a light bulb. What, you’ve never seen one before?"
Jake stared at you. «I know what it is,» he said, trying to keep her cool. «I just didn’t expect you to take it out so... naturally.»
You laugh again and open the box, taking out a pill and swirling it between your fingers.
"Oh, honey, I always have an escort with me. You know, just to be safe. You never know, with all these hybrids around, so obsessed, territorial, and..." you got a little closer, looking at him provocatively, "perverts from morning to night."
Jake clenched his jaw and thought you were a damn problem and the worst part was that you knew exactly how much you were causing it.
You laughed and slipped the pill back into its wrapper.
"I guess your master didn’t explain to you what it means to be ironic, I’ve never taken one of these pills in my life sincerely; I just wanted to make fun of you a little bit," you said, putting the box on the table. " We can talk about it in our essay."
Jake raised an eyebrow and did not understand what I wanted to say sincerely.
«Contraceptives?» he said in a low voice as his cheeks warmed.
"Sure." You leaned on the back of the chair, fiddling with the box. "Come on, think of the gigantic market that has been created since hybrids entered our lives. The anti-hybrid condoms and these pills are very popular. Sometimes they’re even sold out in whole cities. It’s a multimillion-dollar business and thank God they are used to protect us from diseases and becoming mothers too soon!"
Jake nodded slowly, acknowledging that the argument made sense.
«It’s true. We could also talk about the condoms that we hybrids can use to release our seed and knot inside.»
You smiled and clapped Jake’s hands and sensitive ears rose with speed as he heard you slap them and smile.
"Perfect. So let’s try to put down our ideas and see that they are not as bad as you thought!" You gave him a slight elbow in the side and he nodded slightly feeling for a few seconds your skin in contact with his.
You worked, exchanging ideas and writing the first few paragraphs. As much as he found you annoying, Jake had to admit that you were brilliant had a lot of ideas for the head, and knew how to connect concepts, and how to make the essay interesting.
But he... he had a problem.
Since that little box appeared on the table, his body seemed to activate without his permission.
His golden tail did not stop moving, slamming against the leg of the chair. His ears were always on alert, picking up every sound or movement. And then... the heat on his cheeks. He needed to run his hand through his hair, to fix the collar of the sweatshirt as if he could find some relief.
It was a disaster and every time you talked to him you noticed that there was something strange about him and after two hours of notes thrown down in the computer you tore yourself into the chair and cleared your throat and watched him for a moment, narrowing your eyes.
Jake was... beautiful. Too beautiful. The kind of beauty that made hybrids seem even more dangerous than they already were. His face was sculpted but soft in the right places, and when he smiled he had that vaguely mischievous air that made the weak college girls knee-deep, and now, as he stirred, it was even more obvious that his body was reacting strangely.
You bit the inside of your cheek, then, with your usual insolence, you asked:
"Jake... have you ever laid a litter?" He suddenly froze and his eyes opened wide, surprised and passed the drink that he was drinking and you gently shook your hand on his back to make him recover
«What?!» said slightly incredulous of having heard that phrase coming out of your mouth that you couldn’t keep quiet for more than two minutes and you laughed amused.
"You understand very well. Have you ever had a litter?" Jake was speechless for a second, then burst out laughing, incredulous at the blatant question
«No!» and you stared at him, shocked.
"No? What’s not?!"
Jake crossed his arms, shaking his head with a funny smile.
«What surprises you so much? I can not inseminate and tie puppies from morning to night» he told you in a funny way
"You’re a hybrid!" you exclaimed. "I thought it was... boh, part of your instinct. Like, that’s what you were made for, right?"
Jake raised an eyebrow, this timeless amused.
«Wow. Is that how you see it?» said Jake in a somewhat sad and annoyed way, and you shrugged your shoulders, not breaking up.
"I see reality, Jake." He looked at you for a long moment, then shook his head with a half smile.
«Not all hybrids are obsessed with reproduction, you know?»
"No, but most do."
«I don’t,» he replied firmly
"Really?" you said curious
"Y/n. Sooner or later I would like to have a family of either single hybrids or half hybrids but for now, I want to make a career as you are doing, I would like to graduate and then find a job that satisfies me, and who knows also a companion to be with and not only to breed puppies!»
You looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, Jake was really a good guy and you could see that he tried every day to be respected and not fall into the traps of humans and then you bowed your head and smiled again.
"Well, then you’re an anomaly but I like this more "human" side of you that you want to make a career and live a normal life. We are bombarded with stories of hybrids that mate just for pleasure!"
Jake chuckled, returning to writing.
«Or maybe I just have high standards of life and love» he said looking at you and smiling.
"Ah yes?" you said curious
«Yes, Y/n. Go back to studying» You stared at him for a few seconds, then you just laughed, shaking your head.
That afternoon you were writing on the computer all the different types of contraceptive pills for hybrids and read there was a lot for any knot that filled you with animal and you were curious but also a little shocked and wanted to ask too much Jake if he had ever filled some. Nobody at school talked openly about what it meant to be with them in a physical sense. It was a taboo subject in sex education classes, yet, in the real world, everyone talked about it.
Many of your friends had fun with the hybrids at least once, and they all said the same thing.
"It is amazing."
"Being filled with them is an absurd feeling."
"The knot... is the best thing you can feel."
But you were always skeptical, you couldn’t stand certain humans, let alone hybrids. They were stronger, more instinctive, more... Unpredictable yet, sitting next to Jake, curiosity tickled you.
He was so beautiful that it hurt to the eyes, and yet it all seemed almost... Embarrassed when you provoked him you slightly turn towards him, resting your chin on the hand.
"Jake..." He didn’t take his eyes off the notebook, but his ears moved slightly.
«Mh? What other uncomfortable question will you ask me today?» he said laughing.
"Have you ever knotted anyone?" Jake instantly stuck his fingers on the paper, and his tail, which had been moving slowly until then, suddenly twitched and turned to you, and for the first time, he saw something he’d never seen in your eyes before.
Embarrassment, serious, genuine embarrassment.
«What?!» he asked, almost as if he had not heard well.
"You heard me very well, don’t be shy with me. Have you ever knotted anyone?" Jake felt the heat rise to his head in a flash. He ran his hand through his hair, as he always did when he felt nervous and looked away.
«I..» He shook his head and you flashed your eyes.
"Oh, come on!" you exclaimed with an incredulous laugh. "You’re a liar. You’re too good-looking to have never been with anyone."
Jake gnawed his cheek inside and heard his tail churning for your appreciation of him, he didn’t like where he was going to end that conversation, not with you so close, not with that perfume that invaded his lungs and clouded his thoughts.
«It happened only once,» he finally admitted, with a lower tone. You stared at him carefully, grasping the tension in his body, the way he seemed to... restrain himself.
"So? How was it? Did you like it?" Jake put his hand over his neck, undecided whether or not to answer, and finally sighed.
«No.» You stopped laughing and looked at him, confused.
"What do you mean?" you said in a low voice and Jake looked down slightly.
«It was not... an act of pleasure.» he paused, clenching his hands. «They used me only to make me lose my virginity, both hybrid and animal.»
You felt something gripping your stomach and you didn’t expect it, not from him.
You had always mocked him, convinced that he was like all the other hybrids, that he was just another boy too handsome and too sure of himself but now, seeing him like this... You wanted to say something, to fill the gap that had been created between you.
You approached him cautiously, looking at him with a mixture of hesitation and displeasure. You had never seen him so... Vulnerable and without thinking too much, you reached out your hand and gently caressed his golden ears. Jake froze for a second, surprised by the contact, then unintentionally relaxed. It was as if his body reacted by itself as if your gesture had a calming effect on him. His tail, which until then had been agitating nervously, stopped.
"Sorry," you whispered, in a tone you had never used with him before and Jake shrugged, looking away.
«You can even stop pretending to be sorry,» he said, with a half-bitter smile. «I know very well that you don’t care about me. You just like to tease me.»
You looked at him for a long moment, then shook your head.
"No. I won’t make fun of you any more about these things. And I won’t ask you any more personal questions." Jake turned to you with a cheeky smirk, his usual cocky attitude coming back to life.
«Oh? Then it’s my turn to ask personal questions?»
You raised an eyebrow. "Depends on the question."
Jake leaned against the table with a relaxed look, then looked you straight in the eye.
«Have you ever been with a boy?» Did you get stuck for a moment Jake tilted his head slightly. «I mean, did you lose your virginity?» And at that moment you realized he had asked you the exact same question. And you were bad with him and looked slightly down, then nodded slowly.
"Yes. I had... a kind of boyfriend" Jake stood in silence, waiting for him to continue and you were fiddling with the pen between your fingers as if you were unsure what to say.
"But I didn’t enjoy sex with him so much, maybe because I didn’t love him or to be honest I never loved anyone" Jake heard a slight growl forming in his throat, Almost imperceptible when he heard that you were not in love with that boy and that you did not like the sexual act.
«Did he hurt you?» Asked in a low voice and you felt that there was something in his tone that made you shudder, it wasn’t just curiosity, it was protection, it was territoriality and Jake felt the urgency grow inside of him uncontrollably. A primordial need to protect you from having you for yourself.
You looked into his eyes and shook your head.
"No, it didn’t hurt" but you saw that Jake wasn’t the same anymore, you were furious with yourself, you had used too heavy words with Jake, and now he was looking at you with a hidden wound and without thinking,
You grabbed it by the collar of the sweatshirt and pulled it to you, the lips that collided with hers in a kiss full of emotion and repressed anger.
God, what were you doing?
Jake stood motionless for a moment, surprised, but his animal instinct overwhelmed him soon after. His hands slid on your hips, holding them firmly as he lifted you with ease and seated you on the table. Her kiss answered yours with a mix of sweetness and pure possession, the lips that devoured yours with growing hunger.
«Y/n...» he murmured against your mouth between one kiss and another, the warm breath that touched your skin. «You are a little pest. Always teasing me, eh?»
Smile at his lips, nibbling on his lower lip before answering. " And you’re a golden retriever always too loyal... but maybe you have a wild side after all."
Jake growled quietly, amused and provoked by his words. «Oh, Y/n... you don’t even know what trouble you’re in.»
His hands went up your thighs, making you feel the warmth of his touch even through your clothes and you stroked his ears, knowing exactly how sensitive he was at that point. A shiver passed through Jake, who closed his eyes for a moment, panting softly.
«Damnation, Y/n...» he whispered with a crooked smile. «If you continue like this, I will not answer for my actions.»
You slowly recline, sinking your fingers in his hair. "What if that’s exactly what I want?"
When you left, Jake’s tail couldn’t stop. He felt so good, but at the same time excited, and whispered to you: «You are driving me crazy from the first day.» you smiled maliciously and tried to kiss him on the neck. When Jake heard you lightly sucking his skin near the ear, he groaned softly but immediately broke away from you.
«We can’t continue,» he said in a roaring voice and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Why not?"
Jake sighed, lowering his voice. «Why would I stop. I’d fill you with my knot several times,Y/n. Your perfume makes me go crazy. And I know you’re still reluctant about hybrids... If I gave you to me, everything would change between us.»
His look was serious, intense. «For me, it’s not a game, and I know it’s not for you either. You act like a cheeky little girl, but I know that you have respect for me and the other hybrids. First, you have to figure out if you really like me or if I’m just a hobby. When you find the answer, you’ll tell me. But until you know, I can’t take any chances. I want to be just one person. I don’t want to get hurt again.» And with these words, he gave you a little kiss on the forehead and made you stand up from the table.
In those weeks of study, you were still a cheeky and popular girl with Jake you loved to tease him but at the same time understand him. You had first seen him in his animal form as a golden retriever and he was beautiful and playful with you, Jake had made you meet Sunghoon a friend of his hybrid snow fox, and Jungwon a hybrid Bengal cat. At first, you were strange and anxious about this thing but over time you had made friends with them and well Jake every day that passed could not stop touching you.
You kissed a little too much even though you weren’t engaged. He explained everything about him and the sexual part of the knot and slowly you realized that he was really starting to like you and becoming more and more important to you.
The research you and Jake had done on the economic boom of hybrids using anti-hybrid contraceptives was a success. The professor even complimented you. But that victory also had a downside: you didn’t have Jake as your work partner anymore. You noticed it, he seemed a bit down in morale, even if he never admitted it openly.
Fortunately, you both studied economics, so over the next few months you would have had more classes together.
The students of the course had organized a party and you were there with your friends, dressed in a dress perhaps a little too succinct for Jake’s standards. He looked at you with that territorial gaze, every interaction you had with some human being, especially male, seemed to make him tremble with irritation. He knew you were popular, but not that much. He noticed how some guys looked at you all night and, at one point, he got fed up.
With his tail wagging slightly and his ears raised, he approached you with a grin.
«Baby», he said, tilting his head with fake innocence, «are you aware of how many glances you attract with that little dress?»
You gave him a mischievous smile, sipping your drink. "Oh? Are you worried about me, puppy?"
Jake snorted, getting even closer. «Worried? No. Tired of seeing all these idiots staring at you as if you were a succulent meal? Absolutely yes.»
You laugh and enjoy his jealousy. "What’s the problem? It’s not my fault I’m pretty."
He clenched his jaw slightly, then leaned towards you, his voice getting lower. You know, you could be a little more discreet. Don’t you mind being looked at like that?»
You came even closer, your lips a few centimeters from hers. "And you don’t mind?"
Jake looked at you for a moment, then his hand touched your side with an almost imperceptible but possessive gesture. «It depends. If you want all those guys to know that you’re out of reach, I can make it clear to them.»
You raised an eyebrow, nibbling your lip. "Oh? How would you do that?"
Jake smiled, tilting his head. «Do you really want to find out, Y/n? Because I don’t know if you’ll like being claimed in front of everyone.»
Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept the cheek.
"Maybe you should try it, then. Let’s see if you have the courage."
Jake laughed softly, his eyes shone with a dangerous light. «You’re playing with fire, baby. And you know it.»
You smiled, caressing his ear distractedly, making the poor hybrid shudder. "And then burn me, Jake."
Late at night, the music was still pulsing in the disco and everyone was dancing. You were having fun too, but Jake, tired of the whole situation, came up to you with a look full of tension. «I can’t take it anymore," he murmured in a low, hoarse voice.»
You smiled maliciously and, caressing his soft golden retriever ears, mocked him. " Oh, does the little golden retriever have to sleep?"
Jake growled softly, approaching you with a predatory look. «I’m not tired of sleep,» he hissed, his eyes fixed on you. «I can’t stand to see you dancing with those idiots anymore. I want you so much, Y/n. You’re driving me crazy.»
Without thinking too much, you took his hand and together left the disco, walking quickly towards your university room. The journey was quiet, charged with electricity, and as you closed the door behind you, Jake did not waste time. His hands squeezed you firmly as his lips pressed against yours in a possessive but sweet kiss, laden with desire held back for too long. His tongue explored his mouth with greed, while one of his hands crept into your hair, squeezing it lightly to hold you close.
It was only for a moment, the breathless breath. «I want you, Y/n. I want to make you mine.»
You looked at him with bright eyes, your heart beating like crazy. Annuisti, but Jake was not satisfied. He touched your face with his nose, his warm breath on your skin. «No, I want to hear your beautiful voice tell me. Tell me you love me. Tell me you want to be mine... that you want my knot to fill you.»
You shivered at the sound of those words, feeling the heat enveloping you more and more. He looked at you with devastating intensity, waiting for your answer.
"I want to be yours, Jake." When Jake heard these words coming out of your mouth slightly pushed you onto the bed and without thinking began to smell you and then give you small kisses on your neck mixed with small pacifiers and light bites to claim you that made you crazy and moan his name, You began to rub yourself in its length covered by his jeans and at the same time caressing his hair and his ears and felt it more and more excited and the same thing happened to you.
There was something almost intoxicating in having him over you, his wide body looming over yours, his dark brown eyes with heavy eyelids peering at you as if he wanted to devour you completely and to have you all to himself, continued his kiss trail along your body, Stopping only when you pulled the top over your head, leaving you with only your underwear and saw his cheeks warm up when he took off your breast-rest and began to tease with one hand your right breast and the other began to suck your bud; It was a beautiful feeling and while he sucked you and left some trail of saliva you pinched him slightly and stuck your back to the feeling of his hands in your breast and his tongue that was doing a dangerous game just to tease you and make you go away the head.
«Fuck, you’re so sexy but at the same time sensitive to my touch». Jake panted as his hand touched your breast, the nipple creaking against the cold feeling of his tongue making you groan. You were so sensitive, the feeling sent you a jolt, gasping as Jake smiled at your skin and thought if you were so sensitive with only his tongue in your buds, he couldn’t wait to see you go crazy while he’d innocence you to him and push himself inside of you.
His other hand slid between your legs, touching the wet stain that had formed on your underwear as you pushed into his hand with a moan.
«Fuck, you’re soaked for me, baby». Groaning to the feeling of your excitement covering his fingers, the lips meeting yours once again in a hungry kiss, Jake detached himself from your lips, quickly lifting his shirt off his body as he threw it somewhere in the room, The sound of his belt unbuckling hit you right to the heart.
You watched him in just his boxers and he was definitely beautiful, his hair was messy, his cheeks were red, his body had beautiful abdominal ridges and you licked your lips when you saw his V-line go down to the stuffing of its length.
"I want you so much." Whining.
Jake smiled as he hovered over you again, his hands meeting your full boob again and the other hand traveling to your inner thigh, snapping his finger under the hem of your panties, caressing your clitoris, and ripping a jolt.
"Jake..." you panicked, hands clenching on his shoulders as the pleasure slowly invaded you. He smiled, bowing down to kiss your neck with warm and moist lips. «Calm down, baby...» he whispered in a tone full of possessive sweetness. «I have to prepare you well. I too can’t wait to fill you up, but I want you to be ready.»
You could feel the redness rising up your neck as her touch made you shiver, your thighs trembling with desire.
"Please..." you said in a low voice as you heard him take off your wet panties
«Please, what?» His thumb caressed your clitoris, the sudden friction made you groan, and Jake moved away slightly, his lips brushing your lobe as he murmured. The heat that accumulated in your stomach overwhelmed you as you felt that with one finger he was tickling your clitoris and with another had filled your pussy pulsing around him, You felt that it was pumping and at the same time, it was teasing your clitoris and pinching it just to make you arch your back and beg you to have it inside of you.
God, where was the shy boy who would be embarrassed if you teased him?
"Fuck me, please Jake, I need you" As you came in his fingers he lifted up slightly and your hands fell down, finding their warm and pulsating length between his delicate fingers.
Jake moans softly to the touch, his breath accelerated as his fingers sank deeper into its wet center. «Damn it, baby... You’re so perfect...» he mumbled against your skin, nibbling at her ear lobe.
You barely moved, the hands exploring him with curiosity and need, while your body was tending more and more under his caresses. "Jake... I can’t wait any longer..." You whispered with a supple tone and lowered his boxer shorts and saw his lengthy erected and full of slime liquid and you couldn’t wait to be tied to him and feel it inside you.
"Fuck." You whisper, wondering how beautiful his cock was, which was clinging around your hands and you pumped it slightly and Jake looked at you softly as he put it on top of you. «God, you’re so fucking beautiful.»
You both groan simultaneously at the feeling of his cock touching your clitoris and moving again, aligning with your entrance.
«Ready?» he asked, with a roaring and stinging voice and with a tail that was rumbling for joy and anude, biting his lip.
"Use your words, princess.» he flicked his toe along your folds
"Yes! Yes, please. Fuck me."
He shoved his cock tip into the heat, rubbing it provocatively against your folds and Jake groaned as he pushed his length inside you, your body twitching at that feeling.
It was hot. Big. Deep. The knot was filling you in a way that you would never have imagined; now you understood why human girls were crazy about hybrids. It wasn’t just pleasure-it was the feeling of being held, tied, branded. There was no escape, and yet you didn’t want to run away. Every movement of Jake made you shiver, his knot pulsed inside you, and the mixture of pain and pleasure sent you crazy.
Jake’s dark eyes devoured you, full of desire, with a visceral lust that made him almost savage. The hybrid instinct in him roared, calling you, asking to brand you, to bind her to himself permanently.
When he finally pushed himself inside you, a deep growl escaped from his lips. The feeling was overwhelming, perfect.
"Jake..." your voice trembled, and your eyes were bright as the knot pressed inside you. "It’s so... intense."
He stopped for a moment, inhaling your scent, that sweet aroma mixed with sweat that was driving him crazy.
«Shh, baby... » he leaned over you, the tongue that touched your neck, tasting you. «My knot is trying to tie you to me.»
He pushed deeper and you held your breath as he felt the knot swell, and expand inside you. The mixture of pleasure and that subtle burning made you shiver.
"Jake... the knot..." anxiously, the nails slid down his back, scratching him slightly. "It’s too much... it’s driving me crazy."
He kissed you with force, suffocating his groans in your mouth, the tongue that explored yours with a primitive, possessive hunger.
«You’re almost there." His breath was warm against your skin, his ears flattened for pleasure. «Your body is adapting to me... do you feel it? You are perfect for receiving me.»
It moved again, and the pressure within you increased. You trembled when the knot swelled further, locking it inside you, and preventing it from coming out.
"God..." whispers, clenching at him. "You’re driving me crazy."
Jake smiled at your skin, the tail moving slowly behind him like a satisfied predator.
«Fuck you, baby feel how it grows inside of you.» With each push, you felt the knot getting bigger and bigger and the pleasure penetrated you completely as you felt Jake always pushing himself inside of you and at the same time tickling your clitoris to make you come.
«You know what it means, don’t you?» His voice was low, seductive, almost hypnotic. «It means that my body is trying to tie you to me. He’s trying to... put my puppies inside you.» Your eyes pounded, the heart pounding in your chest. He touched your cheek with his lips, then dropped down the neck, leaving little bites everywhere, imprinting his mark on you.
«I know you’re taking the anti-hybrid contraceptives, baby.» His smile was almost smug. «But sooner or later my knot will fill you in the way it should.»
A shiver passed through you. Those words should have frightened you, but instead, they lit something inside of you, something deep and primordial; you felt the rush of chills and adrenaline take you in the blow and came and after two more pushes Jake filled you completely with his knot and his sperm came out of you and he licked you while you felt that it was still hard and him with those puppy eyes but mixed to territoriality and perversion you looked and nodded slightly as you felt that he sank his cock inside you again, Jake sank his face into the hollow of your neck breathing in your sweet and intoxicating scent while his knot still pulsed inside her. He felt you tremble, your body still shaken by the waves of pleasure that had swept you both away.
«You are so perfect for me... feel how your body is holding me back? As if it didn’t want to let me out...» He said in a hoarse voice, kissing your jaw softly
"I feel it, Jake... God, I feel so full..." you said with a sigh of pleasure
Jake moved slowly inside of you, feeling the pressure wrap him even more, the swollen knot that was still glued to you.
«And you will always be. Always full of me. Of my knot... and my seed.» he said whispering in your ear, with a satisfied smile.
You visibly shudder at his words, a mixture of excitement and total surrender in your dark eyes.
"Yes... yes... I want to be all yours... filled by you..."
Jake kissed you ardently, slowly sinking again «Good, baby. Tell me how much you like it.»
You were anxiously, clinging even more to him. "Jake... you make me feel so good... it’s too beautiful... I still feel the knot throbbing inside of me..."
Jake laughed softly at your lips «Because my body knows that you are mine. I will never have enough of you.»
He moved again, this time more deeply, and moaned, feeling the heat spread everywhere.
Jake with a satisfied sigh, caressed your face sweetly as he looked into your eyes «Do you want some more, baby?»
Bite your lip, clenching your legs around his hips with a mischievous smile: "Yes... yes, Jake... I want more."
Jake growled softly, with a satisfied smile as he kissed you passionately. «Then let me fill you up again. Cause I’m not done with you.»
When Jake broke away from you after you came, he helped you gently clean himself by caressing your face. «Did I hurt you?» He asked with a thread of concern in his voice as he saw you still shaken.
You laughed, shaking your head. "No, you were incredible... just a little intense!"
Jake hugged you, like a real puppy looking for affection, and kissed your head with sweetness. «You’re perfect for me,» I murmured, clenching myself. «You drive me crazy every time... and I think I’m starting to love you."
You looked at him surprised, your heart beating faster in your chest. " I have never loved anyone... but when I am with you I feel something strong," you admitted, looking down.
Jake smiled and, jokingly, whispered: «I can’t wait to hear it for real.»
You chuckled and replied with a fake bored tone: "Yes, maybe in a couple of years."
He burst out laughing and, without warning, began to tickle you, making you laugh and trying to shake off his loving hands. The room was full of laughter, and complicit looks, something that was growing between you, stronger and stronger.
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Fiddlespick's: Easter Bunny Part 1
Male Rabbit Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Kitsune Reader
CW: Imminent noncon, musk, fingering to stretch reader, mistaken identity, delusional yandere, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 706
(First story in the Fiddlespick's collection. Still 30min. of Easter left where I live so enjoy your holiday meal! Part 2 of this story can be found HERE! The explanation of the Fiddlespick's setting, and eventually other stories in the same school, can be found HERE.)
You had been studying at Saint Frattlebond Fiddlespick's Academy of Arcane Excellence for three years now. You were a proud kitsune, training to be a healer.
The school was great, but one thing that always annoyed you were the rumors. Always rumors of some creature or invader prowling around and snatching students.
The silliest, and by far the most annoying, rumor was that there lurked a rabbit man-hybrid of unnatural origin who prowled the woods looking for revenge on the kitsune that drove him mad.
Some said that he was the result of a mad mage, a kitsune, who fused his rabbit familiar with an innocent human mage.
Others said he was a simple wererabbit druid that had gone mad when his kitsune lover rejected him.
A few claimed he was a native beast to the area that simply hated how wild foxes preyed on wild rabbits and hated anything that resembled a fox.
But you? You said it was all bullshit. Dumbass students fooled by a prank that took on a life of its own and continued for decades.
And you were going to prove it was all a hoax because you were fed the fuck up with hearing about it.
You gathered some camping supplies and on the weekend when you were free of classes and walked the long overgrown path into The Frostweary Woods. So named because half of all the foliage had wooly white hairs on it.
The overgrown path faded out and then disappeared completely about a mile in. It was clear no one came here very often. The trees grew larger and the birds quieter as you continued.
It was lik another world, trying to hide its secrets under fuzzy white leaves and silence.
You came upon a somewhat clear area, a place once used by long gone werewolf students to have loud parties away from campus. Before they had the frathouse and sometimes used a hidden cave when that wasn't good enough.
This was where students claimed to have seen the rabbit creature.
You looked around and found nothing, but your sensitive nose lead you further beyond the clearing.
A sweet scent with a musky undertone beckoned you, almost hypnotically so.
You followed it to a burrow going under some giant trees. It smelled overwhelmingly of… rabbit…
It was probably being used by a big family of common rabbits… yeah… but why not make a tactical retreat anyway? You were going to camp but you had nothing else to prove! There was nothing there at a-
A voice cut through your thoughts, you flicked your ears.
"D-d-darling!? You finally r-returned to me! I kn-knew you would!"
You turned around to see a tall lanky figure, lean but well muscled, behind you. He towered at least a foot and a half above you.
He had cream colored hair and fur and dark brown skin. His arms up to the elbow and legs up to mid thigh were covered in fluffy fur, making it look like he was wearing lewd clothing.
But really, he wore nothing at all, his uncut cock and balls swaying as he spoke. The musky sweetness emanating from them was almost dizzying.
"I s-stayed here for you, I l-love you so much! C-come inside darling~"
Before you could react he had hopped the distance, his long furry ears flopping as he did so.
You tried struggling, tried pleading, you explained who you were and that he had the wrong person. But he wasn't having it.
"Y-y-you must have a-amnesia, my little f-f-foxy~ That's o-okay! My name is Mallow. I'll get your memories b-b-back!"
He plucked you up like a weightless toy and sat you down on his lap. His smell now truly overwhelming, rolling off his crotch and pits. For some reason you found yourself drooling.
"I don't have amnesia! Let me go!"
He started stripping you despite your struggles.
"D-d-don't be silly! We just have t-to jog your m-memory! L-l-lets do your favorite thing, maybe that w-will h-help"
He finished stripping you and sat you back on his lap.
"What's my favorite thing?" You sobbed as your tail twitched nervously.
He began fingering your hole with a furry finger as he replied.
"M-making love, of course!"
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Our Forsakened Destiny.
[ Forsaken x Isekai'd Reader ]
[ Gender Neutral Reader! ]
TW: Reader experiences a bit of Body Dysmorphia.
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Chapter 1.
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Reader's POV.
It felt cold.. Too cold. Everything that happened up to this point felt like some sort of nightmare, seeing how your body wasn't responding to your movements at all. You were conscious, but all you could see was black. Seems like your body was still adjusting to whatever happened earlier.. How long has it been ever since the time you got pulled into your monitor? You couldn't keep track of it.
You were stuck in a black abyss, It felt like it was staring back at you. Feeling a sense of unease as you looked around to find at least a light in the darkness but to no avail. It felt like the darkness was consuming you whole bit by bit..
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ThE aiR is HeaViEr oUt theRe, IsN't It?
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I'vE bEen wAitiNg fOr yoU.
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ThEre's nO whErE to hIdE.
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dOn'T maKe mE fINd yOu.
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Wake Up.
W4ke Up.
W4k3 Up.
W4k3 ∆P.
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Your eyes opened almost instantly, sitting up as your heart raced. You could've sworn that there was something there that was about to lunge at you if you didn't wake up in time. Looking around, you seemingly woke up in a familiar looking graveyard. Wasn't this graveyard apart of a map from the actual game? Nobody was around right now, but one thing was for sure.. This was the Yorick's Resting Place Map in Forsaken.
In further observation, your body felt and looked different. Your once human appearance seemingly became blocks now, referencing and looking like how roblox avatars looked like in game. There was a timer up in the sky, 1:13.. There was no doubt that this was an ongoing round.
"..Over here!-"
A yell was heard at the distance, it seems like most of the `Survivors` were near the mansion-part of the map. It gave you more time to process everything that was happening to say the least, but it didn't mean the heavy feeling in your heart left. Did you even have a heart in this body? Who knows.
Right now, you could notice a screen right in front of you as you stood up from the ground. It shown your stats, with having 100 HP and 90 Stamina. No abilities seemed to be in sight though, but it was understandable to say the least. After all, you didn't even know what you were supposed to be right now. You were used to seeing your body actually having fingers and other human parts, but.. You can see in the reflection of the black screen on how different you looked. At least your body looked different, but it was still off-putting and felt uncomfortable even if you were just looking at yourself. You were too focused on your own looks, you didn't manage to hear anything as two voices rung out in the air..
"..I se€ y0u..."
A voice called out, before a sword being thrown can be heard. You barely had any time to register what was happening as you were still in a daze with how you looked like. This can't be real, Can it?
"W-wait! Watch out!-"
A yell could be heard, making interrupting your own thoughts. The moment you snapped out, you looked up to the side of the voice, seeing a Pizza Delivery Man looking at you with surprise and concern. Looking right in front of you once more, In another direction a glitched sword was heading to your direction and was about to hit you right in the head before..
[ The Round has Ended ]
[ The Survivors won. ]
You stumbled backward, as the map changed around you once more. This time, you were actually in the cabin on where the lobby was in Forsaken seemingly saved from death last second. A Hand.. no, Arm was stretched out to you as you looked up to see the Pizza Delivery Man once more. If you weren't mistaken... His name was Elliot.
"..Hey, are you alright?"
Elliot stated, helping you get up as he pulled you up to your legs as he looked and studied your figure before resuming..
"You seem to be another victim to this game, Huh?.. I do hope you weren't frightened as much earlier."
Looking at you with a pitiful expression, he shook his head before raising his hand to you once more. Seemingly offering a handshake with an awkward yet welcoming enough of a smile.
"Never the less.. I'm Elliot, Nice to meet you."
It took you a while, but never the less you took and shook his supposed hand. You definitely needed to get used to this type of.. Interactions.
"..I'm-"
You responded, before getting cutted off as a Familiar voice rung in the air.
"So this is the New Survivor that spawned in the middle of the round right when Last Man Standing was about to happen.."
A deep voice rung in the air, coming from the Second Floor, You could see a Blue-haired soldier seemingly peering in front of the railings of the second floor.. You didn't need time to process to know that this was Guest 1337, the one that seemingly yelled earlier during the round and probably died to the killer especially seeing how he had bandages around some parts of his body.
"Oh, Guest. Are you alright after last round?.."
"Some sword slashes won't take me to my grave. They'll have to try harder than that."
The two had a small conversation until their eyes focused on you once more, with Elliot continuing to the conversation he started with you.
"..Sorry, You can continue speaking."
Elliot said, apologizing for the sudden cut off you experienced, giving you a greenlight to continue speaking.
"..I'm [ Y/N ], Nice to meet you as well."
Elliot gave a small smile from your response, seemigly about to respond until footsteps can be heard as three Individuals came to the main area of the Lobby.
"..So no wonder there was another Survivor Room that Magically appeared once more."
The shortest Individual among them said, Wearing a Hard Hat with tools around his belt. This was no doubt Builderman, seemingly already done with everything especially since another person was patting their back, laughing at the man's misery.
"Hahaha!- Poor Builderman over here started freaking out when another room magically appeared in the Cabin once more, and searched everywhere for the newbie was only for the newbie to spawn in the middle of the match!-"
The man said, having brown hair and a shirt stating the sentence `BLAME JOHN.` He was most definitely Shedletsky.
"..That said, It is the first time an Individual spawned right in the middle of a round. You already seem like a Trouble Magnet there, Buddy."
Someone said as a coin flipped in the air, chuckling along as their sunglasses blocked their eyes, but they were most definitely looking at you. There was no doubt that this was Chance, especially when you were playing as him before you even stumbled upon here.
Seemingly slapping off Shedletsky's arm, fixing his figure as he stared at you. An intuitive gaze befalling upon you as he lets out a sigh.
"Enough of that.. Welcome, [ Y/N ]. There's more of us but the others are cooped up in their rooms. You'll be able to meet them eventually, The name's Builderman by the way.."
Builderman said, before his gaze befalled Shedletsky who finally finished having the last laugh in the end, looking at you as he smiled.
"Shedletsky's, Nice to meet ya Newcomer."
Shedletsky said, grinning from ear to ear. Chance seemingly sat down on one of the couches, flipping his coin before catching it, revealing to be heads as he had a smug smile.
"Chance, the greatest gambler you'll meet."
He said, tipping his hat. He sure is one smooth talker, but none the less you at least knew all of their names, so the introductions were definitely spoiled. None the less, You had to at least act you didn't know them. After all, this situation was still too much for you. Nobody should know you weren't even supposed to be here in the first place, who knows what danger you'll face if even one individual knows. You were already panicking again, but your thoughts were interrupted as Builderman coughed, grabbing everybody's attention to say the least.
"For now, if the situation is too much for you.. You can go to your room for the time being. We can all regroup once you've fully grasped the situation and able to process everything that has happened. The others aren't here yet anyways."
Said Builderman, despite having a bit of skepticism against you. But even so, he was kind enough to let you have time for yourself as he seemed to have noticed how uncomfortable you seemed to be at the moment.
"..If that would be fine, Thank you."
You said, thanking the man. The least you can do is thank him, especially how the situation weighed heavily on you. He could only nod as Shedletsky took over.
"Your Room is right infront of Matt's Room in the Left! Oh wait.."
Said Shedletsky, mentioning 'Matt'. If you remembered correctly, Matt was Dusekkar. You remember how your friends seemed to fond over Shedletsky and Dusekkar's interaction with one another when Shedletsky asks the pumpkin for protection.
"He meant Dusekkar's Room."
Builderman quoted, letting out a sigh as Shedletsky chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he avoided Builderman's gaze.
"..Don't blame me, Its a Habit."
You slowly walked away as the noises of conversation went further and further away from you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were even keeping as you finally escaped their gazes. The more you seemingly fell into this rabbit hole the more it felt like it wasn't a dream.
As you passed by the hallway of rooms that seemed to belong to each survivor, you knew this wasn't in the game to say the least. Was this an addition supposed to be added later updates? Or was it just your mind fooling you once more? Stopping in front of Dusekkar's room, You looked behind to see a door with your name right on top of it. You were the newest addition to the team, and you didn't even know if you belonged here. Let alone even be able to help, opening the door, your room looked like your room back in the REAL world, but technology or any source of Devices and Gadgets that can be used as Communication device weren't seen. Probably to ensure you wouldn't be able to contact any relatives nor friends.
Even if this wasn't your actual room, it brought a sense of comfort after everything. You could only wonder how your friends are managing, especially since in their perspective you might have just disappeared and vanished without a trace. Stumbling to your bed as you laid down, looking up at the ceiling as you did breathing exercises. Everything will be fine, You just need rest right now and time to process on what to do after this. Whatever will happen next... That would be a problem for future you.
Third Person's POV.
As the New Survivor left, everybody started chatting. Especially considering the events that happened today. A voice rung out, capturing everybody's attention in the room.
"..Don't ya think the New comer is a bit... Off?"
Chance mentioned, his smug smile long ago as it was replaced with a blank expression. It was met with silence at first, before a voice called out to defend them.
"I don't blame them.. They literally spawned in the middle of a round right when Last Man Standing was about to happen. I think its justifiable that their a bit shakened from what happened earlier at least."
Elliot replied, remembering how shocked you seemed to be when a Sword was coming to your direction. It reminded a bit of himself when he first came here and was forced to enter a round. Thankfully, this was the last round they had to 'Play' for the day. Meaning the rest of the time that's left can be spent on doing their own things.
"..Yeah, that does sound reasonable."
Chance said, as the discussion goes back on how to handle the situation of a New comer once more. Right, Not all of them knew what happened today yet. The others will learn about it eventually as the time comes.
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???'s POV.
Far away from the survivors cabin hidden away from it, an ominous chuckle can be heard as a deformed spike landed on the floor, the spike itself going through the poor wooden floor.
"Another one, Huh?.."
Said the figure, the deformed spike actually being his right arm, having a red glowing eye as his other arm had black claws. Corruption lingering in the air, looking amused at the situation.
"A new person to play with!! Seems like this won't get boring after all!"
Another giggled uncontrollably, jumping up and down as they were excited for the next upcoming batch of rounds tomorrow. Having the sentence, `team c00lkidd join today!` visible on his torso as his body was solid red.
Another individual didn't seem to care to respond or react to the information they were given today, seemingly up in his own world as he murmurred to himself. Talking to his `Mother`, as he had a Hockey Mask to cover his face and had a chainsaw strapped to his back.
"..L0ok$ l1k€ th1πgs ar€ ju$t 4b0ut t0 g€t 1nt€rest1πg."
Said the last individual that was present in the main room, looking at the sword that was once so close to hit the said `New comer` during the time they played last round. They couldn't help but scoff, remembering how their win was taken away by this New Comer suddenly joining in the middle of the round. Their zipper like teeth grinding against eachother as a domino crown was worn on their head.
"We have plenty of time to get along with them, Don't we? Let's just see how fast they get on my nerves."
Said the Individual with the deformed spike as his right arm, as he looked up to a text with a grin of malice. His red eye glowing even more as his eyes glinted with expectations, looking at the text that was informing for who the killer would be tomorrow.
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[ Next Killer.. ]
John Doe.
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onto the next chapter..
CHAPTER 2 :
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NOTES
So.. I may have accidentally posted this a few hours ago when I wasn't finished at all!! But its okay, Crisis was averted in the end. This was supposed to come out a few hours ago if it weren't for the fact that I had a Stage Play Practice in the upcoming day, so very sorry for the wait!
I decided to add a little part for the Survivor's Cabin and Killer's Cabin where theres a hallway of rooms, and each time a new survivor is added a new room magically appears! Hence why Builderman managed to figure out there was a New Survivor that was Forsakened in the Realm ( also so that it wouldn't give me a hard time explaining how it makes sense in the future.. ) :3
The survivor's are also aware that they're in the Realm and the fact that they're in some sort of sick game they're forced to participate in, But they are unaware of who's really in charge as well as being actual game characters back in the Human World.
as for the Survivalists of the Survivors, you'll be able to meet them next chapter! (●'◡'●) and also to note, Some Skins WILL be featured as a different / seperate character ( ex. Mafioso, Bluudud, Eunoia, Nashatra, etc. ) as well as being able to interact with some npcs.. ( Jane doe ). As for upcoming killers / survivors, It will HEAVILY depend on how much we know about them as of far. An example of this is Azure and Guest 666, Upcoming Killers I can probably be able to write decently about with the decent amount of Information we have for them!
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John Doe's ability to actually talk is uhm.. Yes! ( I lowkey forgot this man was so corrupted to the point he cant even talk.. ) Lets just view it as some sort of headcanon that he can talk, but its definitely very painful and taxxing for him to do so..
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