#so it shouldn't take very long to get it out

[artbymesa]

I was just gonna put this in the tags, but maybe this will help someone else to share my story if anyone else feels less alone. And it got long. I was a valedictorian in highschool. I would not recommend it.

Take it from me-- Do well in school, absolutely. Please try to do well in school. Please. But Do Not let it destroy your mental health the way I let it. I had a very unhealthy relationship with it and tied it to my self worth.

(Story time under read more if it helps anyone)

Oversharing time-- it was my priority in highschool. It was a goal I set for myself to prove I could do it, and if I didn't, I think I saw myself as a failure. This was mostly self imposed, and theres probably a psychological explanation for this I wont get into for the sake of length. But I thought if I could at least do this, I had something on paper that I could point to for myself in a sort of external self validation or worth. "I dont know what metric to gauge myself on, but at least I accomplished this". Call it a method of self soothing, I suppose.

It led to almost daily panic attacks that I could not publically control. The whole nine yards, too. It was exhausting and physically draining. If I were honest with me-- I isolated myself. More human contact, more going out with friends, more of me being the one to make the point of reaching out to other people would have made a world of a healthier difference. My focus might not have been so singular and borderline obsessive because it was the only thing i held onto. It put me in a horrible place mentally, and it has severely affected my adult life. I am still trying to unlearn the "if I mess up learning how to do this on the first try, i am a failure" when its like....just learning how to pipe icing on cupcakes or something. I tied my worth to my ability to learn, and that can become extremely unhealthy in a hurry. Especially when I already had mental health issues that were at odds with learning quickly-- like panic attacks that come on fast and wipe my memory and ability to think clearly. Its like I chose the hardest thing for my brain to do, and that was the metric I weighed my self worth on.

What I told myself at the time was some variation of "if I do this, i'll have the best chance at financial support or a full ride for college." That doing this means I will become self sufficient.

That's not how it works, and thats not how it worked.

I got a $1k grant, which was nice, but nowhere near the full ride or anything close to the "heavens of opportunity rain down upon me" sort of thing I had hoped for in my head.

Valedictorians make for good metrics for the school. Attendance records make for good records for the school. Not in any way saying kids SHOULDN'T try to do well in school (please for the love of god, we need every scrap of education we can get in this country), but please find a healthy medium too.

Doing well enough in school and not letting it destroy your mental health do not have to be mutually exclusive. A 3.5 is probably good enough. That was the cut off for one of my bigger transfer scholarships later down the road, transfering from one college to another. Nowhere did I have to continue maintaining a 4.0.

Besides. I didnt get a 4.0 by retaining functional information. I got it by gaming the system of how testing worked.

The example I use is a very dry history class in college I had. Our final exam was the culmination of all of our final tests. Same questions, same answers. I did not remember the content. I did not learn anything. What I did? I remembered the first three words of the question and the first three words of the answer, and remembered them by association. And then I forgot it all within the hour.

In the meantime, foster your friendships. Good friendships. This can create business connections in the future. Kindness and community will get the majority of people further in life than being any kind of top of your class, I promise you.

But most of all, be kind to yourself and treat yourself gently.

are you or have you ever been a straight-A student?

[l1tw1ck]

The Ferret and the Fox

Bottom!FTM!Omega!Ferret Draco x Top!AMAB!Alpha!Fox Reader

🪄 Word Count: 3k 🪄

Draco's suppressants decide to stop working in the middle of a lecture, forcing him to leave and rest in your office. Draco wasn't thinking straight when he willingly entered an alpha's territory and inadvertently tied himself to you permanently

AFAB Language Used | Hogwarts University AU | Event Request

CW: Non-Con, Brief Somnophilia, Teacher/Student (Draco is 20) Heat, Virginity Loss, Victim Blaming, Marking, Creampie, Fingering, Manipulation, Knotting

As you're teaching your class, you and the rest of your students begin to smell someone’s pheromones. Everyone seems to be looking at Draco Malfoy, who's very red. He must be in heat. You walk over to him and lean in close to him. “Malfoy, are you alright?” 

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He jumps in surprise. He looks up at you with an adorable expression. His tail is curled up on his lap. “It looks like your heat started,” You speak to him softly. “Why don't you go rest in my office until class is over?” You should tell him to see the nurse but she's so far and he’d be safe from all the other alphas. And you might get a chance with him. Draco nods gently. You help him pack up his stuff and walk him to your office, not trusting anyone to let him go by himself.

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He sits down on the couch and takes off his coat to drape it over himself. You give him the blanket you often use during your free time to nap. “I’ll lock the door so no one can come in. If you get hungry or thirsty, you can use my water bottle and take whatever you like from my mini fridge.”

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“Okay…” He turns away from you. “Thanks.”  

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You could barely hear him but you could tell what he said based on how embarrassed he seemed. You smile and leave the room. As soon as you do so, Draco kicks off his shoes and socks before properly laying down. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep with his and your scent mixed together to comfort him. He won't say it out loud but you're his favorite teacher and the only person in Hogwarts that he truly feels safe around and trusts. While he doesn't have any romantic feelings for you, your scent is still very comforting.

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You walk into your office now that class is over. Since you don't have any more classes to teach today, you plan on taking him home. Most students take suppressants during the school year but when a student isn't able to do so for whatever reason, they take time off to go home since it’d be dangerous to be in their dorms. Draco shouldn't have any problems with taking suppressants but something obviously went wrong. You look at him sleeping on the couch, some of his clothes on the floor. You do a double take when you realize that he's only wearing underwear and his dress shirt. His clothes are conveniently placed in a way that allows you to see his light colored underwear soaked with slick, along with a small pool of it on the couch. You’ll never get over seeing an omega in heat. 

It doesn't help that the room is completely filled with his scent. You should resist and take him home but he looks too tempting. All of the alpha teachers are able to control themselves when met with the strong smell of an omega but there's something different about Draco. Or, really, something different about you.

You're willingly giving in to your instincts this time. You could go and do the right thing but you don't want to and you never really planned to in the first place. You’ve been attracted to Draco since he started your class this year. You never thought you’d have the opportunity to fuck him and now that you do, you're not going to give it up. You unbuckle your belt and free your hard cock, leaving your pants on to make the clean up easier.

You move onto the couch and stare at Draco’s sleeping face with a small smile. You feel sort of bad doing this while he's asleep but it's not like you’ll be taking his virginity. He’s 20, he must've had his first and many others by now. Right? Who wouldn't want him? If you ignore his personality, he's irresistible. You shrug off your uncertainty and take off his underwear. You bring it to your face and smell it, your cock aching for him. You move it away and focus on the real thing.

Draco makes a cute noise in his sleep, his fluffy ears twitching. He's just too adorable. You look at his soaked pussy in awe and run your finger up it, causing him to shiver. You bring your finger to your lips and taste his slick. As you thought, he tastes amazing. His tail curls up in response to your touch. 

You bite your bottom lip as you slowly inch your cock inside him. He’s tight but very slippery, it's not too hard to penetrate him. You moan at the feeling of being inside him. Nothing can compare to his pussy. You grin as an outline of your cock starts to appear on his stomach. You begin to slowly fuck into him. “God, you feel so good, baby.” 

Draco moans. His eyes flutter open. “Huh..?” He blinks a few more times. “Stop! What are you doing?!” He feels like crying. You're so big, it hurts like hell.

“Shh, this is your fault, Malfoy. You shouldn't have let me keep you here. Your pheromones are all over the room, you practically forced me to fuck you.”

“No…I…”

“Isn't this better than having some random person fuck you? Or do you have a boyfriend?”

Draco shakes his head, tears rapidly falling down his cheeks. “This…this is my first time!”

You pause. You’ve never seen him cry before, it's hot. “Really?” You feel your heart pounding. “That's okay, I’ll take care of you from now on.” You resume your gentle thrusts.

Draco sobs. “Why…?”

“If you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have let me bring you here. You don't understand how tempting you looked when I saw you sleeping.” You brush his hair out of his face. “You looked so sexy ruining my couch with your slick.”

He looks really embarrassed. Your pheromones seem to be calming him down though. Plus being in heat is really helping to sedate him.

“So just relax, okay? You deserve this.”

Draco nods teary eyed. You hold onto his waist and start to fuck him at a rough pace. He squeals and moans in pleasure, face red from embarrassment. “That’s a good boy, taking me so well.” You purr. You lean into his ear. “Love your pussy so fucking much, sweetheart.” You trail down to his neck and lightly suck on his skin.

He squeaks. “Ah…[Name]~ I’m sorry..”

You pause for a brief moment then slow down. You're shocked that he apologized. Despite the major changes he went through in the past, he's still prideful. He's really different when he's in heat. “If you're sorry then let me mark you. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, it’d be cruel to not let me have you. Besides, I should also take responsibility.”

Draco sniffles. You should feel bad for taking advantage of his current state but you just can't. He's too cute for you to let go. “Okay..” He closes his eyes and moves his head to show you his neck. 

You sink your teeth into his skin, immediately causing him to come. You lick up his blood and thrust harder. “You won't have to worry about anything from now on, sweetheart.” You come inside of him.

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Draco wakes up in an unfamiliar room with aches all over his body. He remembers going into heat during class…then going into your office…

Draco brings his hand to his mouth in shock. Tears run down his cheeks as he slowly begins to remember everything. He was waiting to fall in love and now he's stuck with you.

“You're finally up.” You walk into the room, holding a hot cup of tea. “I made you lemon ginger, it’ll make you feel a bit better. Oh, I also gave you some medicine for your heat. You should be okay now, at least mentally.”

He looks at you scornfully. His eyes are watery and puffy. He doesn't understand how much that's turning you on. He takes the tea despite his anger.

“You’re angry, aren't you?” You ask, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “Why didn't you take your suppressants?”

“I– I did take them!” He shouts. “I don't know what happened!”

“Shh, it's okay, sweetheart.” You rub his thigh. “Sometimes, suppressants stop working. It's rare but you’ll have to change to a different medication.”

“Don't…please don't touch me.” He's shaking very badly.

“We’re bonded now, Draco. You remember, right?”

He sniffles. “Why…”

“You know why. You let that happen to yourself. I’m sure you were conscious enough to know why you shouldn't have done that.”

“I trusted you..”

“That was a mistake. You shouldn't trust an alpha to take care of an omega in heat. In any other circumstance, I wouldn't have done anything to you, but you willingly came into my office and filled it with your scent.” You take the tea from him and place it onto the nightstand, he's shaking so much you're worried he’ll spill it and burn himself. “You know alphas have a hard time resisting.”

Draco begins to cry again. He’s whimpering and trying hard not to choke on his own tears.

“It's okay. I’ll take care of you from now on. Anything you want, I’ll do it.” You caress his cheek, pushing his hair away from his face. He begins to sob vocally, letting out visceral cries of pain. “It’ll be okay, Draco.”

You let him cry for a while and urge him to drink some tea in between. He eventually calms down.

“What will I tell my mother?” He sighs, refusing to look at you.

“Don't worry about her. I’ll make sure she won't say anything, even if you move in.”

“Wh- move in?”

“If you want to. Since you're in the university now, it won't be an issue to move out and commute from here.”

“The school wouldn't allow me to live with you.”

“You're an adult, Draco. As long as we spin the story around a bit, they’ll even insist that we live together.” You smile. “We could say you came onto me and forced me to mark you. It’s not too far from the truth.”

He frowns. He doesn't know how to feel. He finally looks at you. His cheeks redden when he notices your boner. “You- have you been hard this entire time?!”

You chuckle. “Maybe. You're just so cute when you cry.”

He looks down at his hands. “...I don’t remember what it felt like..”

“You don't?”

“It just…I know that it hurt but…”

“Do you want me to show you?”

He nods softly. “I have to be with you from now on…” He's still a little affected by his heat.

“Alright.”

Draco looks up at you timidly, his ears folded down. He’s only wearing boxers now. Your tail is swishing from side to side.

“I’ve always liked you, you know?” You happily run your hands down his body. “You're just so pretty. When I saw you walk into my class…I couldn't stop thinking about you.”

Is that why you were so kind to him?

“You always kept to yourself…it made me want to take care of you. So when I smelled your scent…I was overwhelmed.” You bring one of your hands down to his underwear. “I should've tried harder to resist but you made it so difficult.”

He whimpers at the feeling of your fingers sliding up his clothed cunt. “So….you really…hnh-”

“I love you, Draco.” 

He blushes. Even though he didn't choose you, you're the kind of person he was looking for. Someone who would love and take care of him. You smile as you notice the change in his demeanor. He's opening up to you.

“When you graduate, you won't have to worry about getting a job. You can just stay home and do whatever you like.” You remove his underwear. “You won't have to worry about anything.”

“Do…do I have to graduate?” He asks, looking at you solemnly. He's sick of Hogwarts. Even after everything that's happened, he doesn't have a single friend. Nobody trusts him or even tries to pretend they like him. Not even Harry and his friends really talk to him, they're too busy. If he doesn't have to get a job, why even bother going to that miserable place? Hogwarts used to feel more like home but after losing his friends and becoming isolated, it feels like a prison.

“Well..” You smile. “That’d make things easier.” You remove your shirt.

“I can stay here..” He feels dizzy from your scent. He triggered your alpha instincts and now you can't stop yourself from drowning him in your pheromones. “...Give you an heir..” He says almost mindlessly. You're from a long line of well respected wizards so he figures you’ll want someone to carry on that legacy.

“Draco.” Your cock is straining in your pants. “You can't say things like that to an alpha so casually.”

His tail curls. “‘M sorry..” He looks at you cutely. He's intimidated and turned on at the same time.

“It's okay, sweetheart.” You gently slide two fingers inside him. “You just have to take responsibility.”

Draco gulps, shivering with pleasure thanks to the size and roughness of your fingers. He's never been able to get off just by using his fingers but he probably could with yours.

“You're the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Draco.” You look at him lovingly as you skillfully play with his pussy. “I wish our relationship started differently.”

He feels less hesitant hearing you say that. He truly believes it's his fault. “It's…it’s okay.” He looks at you with a slight smile.

“Maybe we could've had a slow burn. Where I’d help you out after class and you’d lean in a little too close…You’d blush and act like nothing happened..”

Draco starts to fantasize along with you.

“Then, some day, we'd finally go for it. My hand on your thigh, your soft lips on mine…I’d take it real slow for you.” You swarm him with loving kisses. “I’d give your pretty little tits lots of love.” You aim your kisses onto his chest. He whimpers. 

“Then I’d finger you, just like this.” You start aiming for his weak points, causing adorable moans and squirms. He shudders with pleasure and grabs your arms for stability. He's gonna come.

Draco calls out your name, toes curling as he squirts. You bring your fingers to your mouth and lick them before moving your head in between his cunt and doing the same thing. He shudders with pleasure.

You pull away. “Are you ready?”

He nods softly. His eyes trail over to your crotch, watching intently as you pull your pants down. Just seeing your hard cock through your underwear is throwing him for a loop. He has to admit, he really likes it. Draco’s mouth hangs open when he finally sees your cock in his more sober state of mind. He knows alpha’s are beyond average but this is…

“I’ll be more gentle this time.” You say, rubbing your dick along his pussy and coating it with his wetness before slowly inching it inside him. It feels agonizingly slow for you but it feels great for Draco, which is all that matters. You interlock your hand with his. His face scrunches up cutely

“Don't– don't stop–” He moans. You're stretching him out well.  

“How do you feel, baby?”

“Good– I feel good, sir~” He throws his head back and instinctively reaches for his t-cock, sliding back the hood and stroking himself gently as a dick shaped bump appears on his stomach. He looks great when he's getting fucked but there's something special about seeing him touch himself. It's hot.

You bottom out and pause. “Keep touching yourself like that for me, okay?” You gently knead his thighs.

Draco lets out a high pitched “Mhm~” as he raises his hips. He didn't think it'd ever feel this good to be so full. His eyelashes flutter beautifully as he comes again.

“Good boy.” You praise him.

He pulls his hand away and lays down, trying to catch his breath. “I…I wanna keep- keep going..”

“Are you sure?”

He nods. He's never been as sure as he is now. He's glad you didn't hold back in your office. If you didn't, he'd have no idea how amazing it feels to have you inside him, stretching him out like a new pair of boots. “I wanna feel it move..” He places his hand on his stomach. He has no clue how seductive he's being right now.

You start making short thrusts, getting him used to the feeling. “Feels okay?”

Draco nods. “‘s good-” He twitches. “You're so…so big…professor…I’m so full…”

“You like being full, baby?”

“Mhm~ I love it~” He bites his lip. There's no better tranquilizer than the combination of an alpha’s cock and pheromones. “Faster…”

You lift his legs up and roughly pound into him. “Like this?”

“Ye- yes–!” Draco moans. It looks like his heat is coming back in full swing. The medicine you gave him was pretty useless. “Ba- baby– I wanna have—” He gasps, having another orgasm.

“Don't worry, I’ll make sure to breed you properly tonight.”

His lips stretch into a wide grin. His moans get louder the longer you fuck him. His hair is a mess and his face is so, so red. You hope he remembers this time, although you're not opposed to showing him again. You cup his cheek and he leans in. His eyelids are just barely open. You’ve never felt so possessive of something or someone in your life. “Mine.” You lean into his neck and suck on the spot where you marked him. 

Draco shivers. He feels hot and dizzy. All he can think is: “knot me” “breed me” “so big” “so good” 

Your movements suddenly stutter as you feel your orgasm drawing closer. You thrust one last time before pumping him full of your seed. Draco comes again. You’re still hard.

You pull away from his neck and move him into a mating press. “One more, then I’ll knot you.” You promise, thrusting more roughly and sloppily than before. Draco wraps his arms around your back as his tail brushes against you. His head is pounding, the words “knot me” are on loop in his mind. He digs his nails into your skin.

“So deep~” He shudders, making his own markings on your back.

You're finally starting to really get affected by his pheromones. It was already pretty bad before but now, you don't feel like you're in control anymore. “‘M gonna knot you, Draco, breed you til you can't walk…fill you up with my seed..” You kiss him roughly, lightly biting on his bottom lip. Usually, it's not hard for you to go multiple rounds but there's something about Draco’s scent that’s making you more sensitive. Maybe it's because you're a pair.

“I’m coming, sweetheart-” You groan as Draco’s warm walls drag another orgasm out of you, a knot forms to keep it all inside. 

Draco smiles drunkenly, grinding his hips. “I love you..”

“I love you too.”

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Hi. It's me again.

WHERE THE FRICK IS BUMBLEBEE?! Sorry, let me calm down and retry.

Thank you for answering my last ask, I can't help but notice how no one knows where Bee's ghost is. And Megatron is the one looking into the Matrix... Is he haunting Megatron? Trying to stop him from doing it? Helping him?

Is Optimus's ghost following Ratchet around like a sad puppy?

Also just the pairings- Jazz with Megatronus? THat sounds... like fun.

Do the primes miss the other Primes and ask their host if they can check on the other bots that got shrapeneled? Maybe one of them asks if they can find a way to talk with the others... or maybe they can talk trough the hosts... maybe... (ah ah possessed arc)

(PS I really vibe with Hive's whole deal, he is very cool :D and I'm devastated that I'm the one that discovered how he explodes)

Hug hug!

Hi again!!! Don't worry, Bee is still here!

His spirit is just...struggling. He's weak at first, flickering like a dying light bulb. He hasn't left the fractured core of the Matrix still in his corpse, but his soul signature is so weak no one can find him. He's just sort of trapped there for a while, in the burnt out room he died in. Until Megatron of course.

Megatron breaks into the autobot base, walks past every sleeping mech he could easily have snuffed, and steals the Matrix core, and by unintentional extension, steals Bumblebee. Now at first, Bee is rightfully upset. He hates being at the gloomy decepticon base, he hates Megatron for taking his voice, he's just mad. Time passes as Megatron tinkers with the core, and Bee regains strength enough to....throw things???

It shouldn't be possible. Somehow this unstable remnant of the Matrix doesn't contain him, but merely houses him, and as he grows stronger, he can appear as an apparition to Megatron. He uses it almost solely to hinder him. With no voice (even ghost Bee gets no respite) all he can really do is mess up Megatron's workspace and insult him through pantomime. Really he doesn't understand why Megatron puts up with it, but aside from the occasional fit of rage at his antics, the decepticon leader ignores him as much as possible and puts his all into trying to restore the Matrix.

Before long he starts having one sided conversations with Bumblebee. Its mostly complaints at first, and insults towards him and the autobots and whatever else goes wrong in his life outside of this little workshop Bee cant leave. It soon gives way to more private matters; intentionally or not, Megatron is revealing his very convoluted, very mixed feelings about Optimus Prime.

The war has gone on too long, why couldn't that idiot just see things from his perspective, he deserved to die, he will be brought back, how could his oldest friend just leave him like this...

To Bee it sounds...exactly like how Optimus felt about Megatron, just drowned in molten anger issues. Against his self preservation instinct, Bee decides to work towards putting this whole mess to bed. Nothing better to do.

With what limited knowledge and communication he has, he does his best to try and help Megatron fix the Matrix. They have spats still, and plenty of set backs, but things smooth over when Megatron (begrudgingly) admits to feelings of regret over taking Bee's voice. As an olive branch, Bee explains something to Megatron that he's been dying to know: how Optimus died.

Things sour fast. Megatron is determined to murder Starscream, Bee is frustratedly trying to explain that if he does so, this little partnership of convenience is over, and he will ensure that the Matrix is never restored. The end of the war relies almost solely on Megatron reeling in his damn anger, and Bee doesnt intend to allow any slip ups. He has no idea how this will end when Megatron leaves the workshop that night.

On the other side of things, the Primes are having a real...weird time?? The ones without hosts can communicate with each other, but the other four are basically cut off from all but their hosts. They don't have the ability to take control anymore, and even if they did, their hosts are nowhere near as easy to possess, nor as willing, as Hive Prime was. Ratchet especially has threatened to tear the Matrix metal from his frame and grind it to dust if Prima so much as thinks about trying it. The other three hosts are similarly put off.

Once again the Primes are relegated to giving advice, but it's not advice anyone seems to want, and yeah, it's mostly because of the wild pairings. Megatronus is constantly clutching his pearls over Jazz's laid-back attitude and deliberate ignorance of his wishes. Prima's calm rationality does little to temper Ratchet's snappy demeanor and only really gets on his nerves (how can you be so calm after what you all did?). Ironhide straight up refuses to acknowledge Quintus. Drift is probably the only one feeling alright with all this. Alpha Trion is generally reasonable, and isn't interested in having control over Drift's form, nor was he interested in it with Hive, so they just vibe like college roommates.

It's uncomfortable, but the Primes are used to sharing space. The worst part is actually sharing it with fewer mechs than usual. The Primes all miss each other to varying degrees, but for the most part are either too egotistical to admit it, or think it improper to mention.

Of course, grand prize for worst ghost time currently goes to Optimus. Dying, watching Bee suffer, feeling his friend's life force extinguish...

He might as well be a husk right now, full on silent treatment is all he's capable of at the moment. The other Primes know better than to try and speak with him. This is their doing to begin with, the channeling of their energy that strained Bee so heavily. Optimus follows the elected council around during the days, but at night he sits outside the room where Hive's body rests. He was there the night that Megatron broke in.

It takes immense effort to travel far enough out from the base to go see Megatron, and he needs several cycles to recover after every attempt, but he keeps doing it, knowing he could fade away permanently. When he gets there, he's too weak for Bee or Megatron to detect him. But he can hear their talks. He misses them both more than words can say.

(Sorry the response is so long, lol. This ask really got the gears turning in my head. I hope at least that makes up for being the one to find out that Ending 3 Hive dies bloody. I'm really flattered to hear you like him! For me that's quite high praise coming from you. Hug hug!)

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Posting early so you have something to think about on Thanksgiving. I'll be taking a break from posting my wips in December to focus on all the events. Speaking of, check out @genderthings @stmonstercalendar and @stevieweek

"They're so—" Eddie's sentence is broken with a yelp when Stephanie slaps his hands. 

"Fluffy?" Steph offers, going back to closing up her salon. "Soft? Healthy? They won't be if you keep touching them."

He huffs, slotting his hands under his armpits so he wouldn't be tempted to reach up. 

"If you want, I can get you some of that conditioner to take home. You could charm all the city girls with your nice hair." She turns to him with a smile, looking over her work once again. She pulls a strand of his hair back in place and Eddie imagines his band making it big, touring with a private hairdresser fussing over him before every concert. They'd take all the cats on the tour bus too.

"The city girls like my unkempt poor artist looks, thank you very much," he jokes. "The boys may appreciate it, though."

"For the boys, then." She smiles. "Did you walk here?"

He shakes his head. 

"Nah, I'm too lazy for that. You?"

"I try to walk to work as long as the weather lets me," she says. "Need to keep the old bones in shape." She pats her plush thighs distractingly, but it's not enough for Eddie to miss her words. 

He rolls his eyes. 

"Your bones aren't old. I was gonna offer you a ride, but maybe you deserve to walk since you're so young and energetic," he sends her a wry look. 

"Ah, but I always wanted a ride in a big old kidnapper van!" She bats her eyelashes at him, her playful pout in full swing. Eddie is so, so weak. 

"Don't call it a kidnapper van." He scrunches his nose. "It's a stoner slash garage band van," he corrects her.

"Ah, mea culpa. Lead me to your stoner van, then?"

"You call yourself old and yet you act so insufferable," he shakes his head with a smile and offers her his elbow. 

"Gotta keep something about me young," she jokes back and then yelps when Eddie pinches her in the side as she grabs his arm. 

"I think there's plenty young about you," he says, giving her a pointed up and down. 

"Yeah, bet you say it to all the old ladies," she snarks back. "When you help them cross the street or carry their—ah!"

"Oh my gods, Stephanie!" Eddie cuts her off, pressing her against the side of his van. "If you think you're old then call me a geriatrophiliac, because you're so hot I can't think about anyone else."

Steph's eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed and he wants to kiss her so badly. He backs away, though, because he's a gentleman (sometimes) and wants to give her some space. Besides, he probably just crossed some lines he shouldn't have. 

She breathes out once he steps back, and chuckles. 

"You're just saying that," she deflects, making something in Eddie boil. "You're out there in college and I'm stuck here with my small hair salon."

"Oh, you mean you're a successful hot businesswoman with her own salon and plans to branch it out?" He raises an eyebrow, putting his hands on his hips.

"Plans," she points out. 

"Very plausible plans," he adds. 

Stephanie shrugs. 

"Just, get in the car before I lose my patience." He shakes his head. But then seeing her hesitance he deflates, losing his bravado instantly. "Unless you're not comfortable with that? I promise I'll drive you straight home."

"Why would I be uncomfortable?" she asks, her voice a little small like she knows exactly why but doesn't want to put it out there. Albeit reluctantly, Eddie will do it for her. 

"Because I said I'm into you and now I'm inviting you inside my shady not-kidnapper van," he reminds her. 

"Yeah, but you're just saying that to make me feel better." Steph shakes her head softly, smiling her small, self-deprecating smile. "Which I do appreciate, but..." she trails off with a shrug.

Eddie is fed up with her. As beautiful as she is, her head is a maze she's clearly getting lost in and someone needs to pull her out of it. 

"Can I kiss you?" he butts in, realizing she's losing steam.

"What?" Her eyebrows jump in surprise. 

"Oh, you heard me." He takes a step closer, crowding her in. Maybe space is the opposite of what she needs. "Can I kiss you?" he repeats. "On the mouth. Tongue and all, if you don't mind."

He watches in real time as her cheeks turn red and her gaze drops down to his lips. 

"Here?" she breathes out. 

"Yes, here. So everyone knows how lucky I am." 

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any deceit but she won't find any. Her lips press together and come back shinier, wetter, and Eddie's own tingle in anticipation.

"Are you sure?"

Eddie's done with her. And done for her. He knows she won't admit what she wants, won't ask for it even when laid down on a silver platter in front of her. So he changes his question. 

"Just say 'no'." He leans just a tiny bit closer. 

She doesn't. Her eyes zero on his lips and her chest expands with her deep breaths. Eddie leans in more, and she twitches like she wants to reach back but won't. 

He closes the distance. 

Stephanie smells of hairspray and coffee. She's soft and perfect and he's afraid she'll flee if he touches her, but to ground them both, he reaches with his arms to cup her elbows, a safe place to hold her and not spook her. He moves his lips gently, slowly, but then he feels a tug on his jacket, which she grabs to hold on to him, and presses just a little bit closer. 

Eddie feels the exhale from her nose on his cheek as she relaxes against the van, giving him the illusion of towering over her, despite them being almost the same height. He slowly drags his hands up to caress her neck, angling her jaw gently how he wants it. When he finally sucks on her pouty bottom lip as he's been dreaming of, she exhales into him, tentative yet asking. She jolts at the touch of his tongue but parts her lips further anyway.

She feels like heaven and Eddie is almost ashamed by the sound he makes after tasting her properly, but her hand slides to his waist and he doesn't care about making a fool of himself in front of her and anyone else for that matter. 

If she wanted to, he'd deck himself in full jester attire just to make her smile, to take the load of worry off her chest. Oh, how he wants to take things off her chest. It's been a while since a simple kiss made him feel so giddy, so exhilarated, and he hopes she feels it too. 

He's excited for what's to come, not just in bed, though he hopes, yearns for that too, but making her happy and whole, seeing herself how he sees her. 

The sharp sound of a whistle pulls them apart. 

"Get a room, kids!" someone laughs jovially as a car slowly passes by, but by the time their heads snap towards it, it's gone behind the corner. 

"Well," Eddie chuckles softly. "Still feeling old?" he asks Steph with a smile that quickly falters when he can't read her expression. A million things he could have done wrong fleet through his head and he takes half a step back, but her hand is still holding on to his jacket. 

She's still relaxed against the van, so he forces his brain to quiet and waits. Her head tips back, exposing her neck and the faintest hint of an Adam's apple, invisible otherwise. He's ridiculously happy to be able to see it and hopes he'll be able to suck on it too. 

"I feel..." she finally says, and Eddie latches to every sound leaving her lips. "Something, for sure."

Nothing else comes so he trails his palm down her arm to gently squeeze at her wrist. 

"Good something?" he asks hopefully.

Their eyes meet again, giving him some relief, though the prolonged silence is fighting against it. He still waits and gives her time to think. She doesn't shake off his hand so he rubs his thumb against her pulse point.

Until it twists in his grasp, and he's ready to let go but she grabs at his fingers to squeeze back.

"I think so," she finally decides, giving him a small, tentative smile. 

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𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Y/n's having the time of the month, definitely not feeling good. But that is something Austin couldn't help with.

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female! reader

• Warnings : mentions of period, period pain, ...

It is that time of month again. You wake up to a sharp pain in your lower belly, or so called cramps. Oh, how you hate those. You groan quietly, trying not to to wake Austin up. You reach for the phone on the nightstand with your hand, looking out the window next to Austin's part of the bed. The sun has barely risen yet.

5:13 am. That is way too early. As soon as you put the phone back on the table, your lower stomach cramps again – and that is a sign for you to get up and get some painkillers. You carefully pull off yourself the comforter that you and Austin share and carefully slide out of bed.

When you arrive to the kitchen, you search for the painkillers, and as soon as you find them you pour yourself a glass of water, swallowing the pill. You're probably already awake enough, but it's still very early in the morning, so you go back to the bedroom.

Austin lies peacefully on his back, only in pajama pants so his bare chest shines in the morning breeze. His lips are little parted as he lets out quiet and slow snores. You lay back in bed with a smile. It will take some time for the pill to help and the cramps will continue, hopefully not too long.

Well, you wish for not too long. Another wave of cramps hits you and at this time you whimper more loudly than you would like to. Curling on the bed, you pull your legs to your stomach, shutting your eyes.

That obviously wakes Austin up. He blinks few times, trying to get out of sleep into reality. When he turns his head, he sees you curled up on the bed. "Darlin', what's wrong?" he asks, his voice groggy still so soft. You look at him, whimpering again.

"Um, it's the time, again..." you explain, curling back to your position. Austin hums in understanding. What he actually does is pulling you closer to him. "Did you took a painkiller?" Austin asks, his hand rubbing your back.

"Mhm, few minutes ago," you mumble. "It's going to take forever before it starts any effect!" you complain and Austin chuckles quietly. He turns so he lies on his side, facing you. "Let me help before it starts working."

He runs his hand through the covers as he reaches your stomach. Lifting up your shirt a little he actually spreads his hand on your belly, rubbing on gently circles. You start to feel the warm his hand provides and it feels so better.

"Is it better?" Austin asks, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Yea... Thank you..." He smiles in the kiss, finding you so adorable. "I felt like there was a demon fighting inside of me," you say, jokingly. "My poor girl," Austin runs his finger through your hair.

You both eventually fall asleep again, in each others arms, his hand still placed on your belly.

~ Later that morning ~

When you wake up again, this time it's the sun shining in your eyes. Looking at the bed, Austin is no longer here. He actually notices you're awake so he sits beside you. You can see he's fully clothed, a smile on his face.

"Morning, baby." he pats your leg. You smile, happy to see him. Your stomach no longer hurts but you feel more tired. "What time is it?" you ask, stretching yourself. "Around 9 am. I went shopping and got you some tea that should help with the pain, your favorite chocolate and also…” he pulls something out from behind his back.

"Some flowers." you look at the bouquet of little roses. "Awh! You shouldn't have, Aus!" your heart melts. Austin always knows how to make you happy when you're feeling horrible, and it's no different now.

"Why shouldn't I? I'd do anything for my girl." he plants a kiss on your lips. "Are you feeling better?" Austin asks, placing the flowers on your nightstand. "Definitely better than earlier." you say, sitting up. He pulls you in his arms, kissing you once more again.

"You'll be relaxing today, okay?" he says dominantly, making you smile. "Aight', doctor Butler."

"No, I mean it. You deserve a rest, understand?" You nod. You two spend the morning with breakfast in bed, watching some shows as Austin takes care of you.

[varpusvaras]

Jason gets his new ID card on a Thursday.

It's somehow simultaneously completely unremarkable, and also making his head reel. It's not even the first new, official ID card he has had in his hands - he needed one for the licence, after all, so he'd got one then - but it's still new in every way possible.

Jason turns the card around a couple of times, just to make sure that it's real. It is. New and shiny, with his own face looking back at him from the front. His face is also somehow the same old and completely new at the same time. It is very much him, in the picture, but Jason feels like he is looking at his long lost twin brother rather than at himself. His hair is freshly cut, completely black. His skin is tanned more than it has been in years, from spending a lot of time under the California sun during the past few weeks. He is wearing a light blue button-down shirt, one that Jason wouldn't usually never be caught in publicly.

It is him, still.

Jason is pretty sure he shouldn't have gotten neither of his new, official state-issued ID's so fast, or gotten everything else sorted out so quick either, but Roy has his own ways of doing things. This is the one time his previous government-connections came in handy, he had said after Jason had said yes, and then he had kissed Jason on the forehead and told him not to worry about it.

Jason had let Roy take care of it all. Doing things for others is how he shows affection, and Jason had felt that Roy had needed to take care of Jason even more than Jason had needed Roy to take care of him. Not that Jason is complaining about it. He still feels a bit untethered, and most things are taking entirely too much out of him, either physically or mentally, though Jason is not sure which is which most of the time.

Not that it really matters.

He finally turns his eyes away from his picture to what is written on the rest of the card. His birthday is correct, for once, since this is an official card and not a fake one for whatever purpose Jason had needed one over the years. His address is also on the card, and Jason cannot help but feel a sense of elevation for it. It makes him feel a little stupid. It's an address (Roy's address, their address, Jason officially lives there too-), not a new name or anything like that.

Jason is not really sure if he can look at the name on the card and not immediately combust on the spot, if the address is making him feel this way already.

The ring on his finger feels heavy. Jason takes a deep breath and moves his thumb where it had been covering the rest of the text.

Jason Peter Harper.

It's his name.

It's him.

Jason reads it again. Then again. Then again once, twice, three times more.

Jason Peter Harper looks at him from the picture while he does so. Jason's head is really spinning, and he forces it to stop, hard.

It is him.

He is Jason Peter Harper.

He is the man in the picture on the card.

That's him.

The door opens and closes in the hallway. Roy comes up to Jason when Jason doesn't answer to his greeting.

"Everything okay?" He asks, as he gets to Jason's back.

"Yeah", Jason manages to get out from his mouth. "My new card came in."

"Oh, already?" Roy says. "That was fast. Let me see?"

Jason lifts the card up a bit, so Roy can read it over his shoulder. From how close Roy is standing to him, Jason can hear the small, gentle stutter in his breath as he reads the name. It isn't like neither of them had not seen it already, written like that, since it is in other forms they had filled out, but apparently, it is still making Roy feel just as much things as Jason does.

Jason hopes that it never stops doing that for either of them. Or at least, not for a very long time.

He needs something to last.

"Nice name you got there, Harper", Roy says, and Jason swears that he can almost feel Roy's smile on his skin. He then feels Roy's body pressing against him, warm and strong and solid. Roy wraps his arms around Jason, his head dipping down to rest on Jason, and Jason turns to look at Roy's hands and at the mathing golden wedding band he has on his finger.

"You're mine", Roy says against Jason's shoulder. It is what he has been saying, ever since the clerck at the City Hall had put their name on the paper, singing their lives together. You're mine, you're mine, you're mine, and no one can say otherwise.

Jason had needed to hear it.

He still does.

Jason looks up at the card. It's strange, how a little piece of plastic can tell everyone who he is.

Jason breathes in and closes his eyes, just feeling it all.

His name is Jason Peter Harper. He's alive.

His name is Jason Peter Harper, and for the first time since he died, he thinks he can be happy.

[gilverrwrites]

Jason and Roy separately after they keep teasing you and you just end up disengaging and dealing with it yourself with your hitachi and calling it a night. They got a lil too confident with the orgasm denial and forgot that their competition is Mr. Bunny massager/Mrs. Rose toy, who gives out orgasms for free with little to no begging or pleading or promises to be a good girl/boy required. Their window of opportunity to make you nut has closed and they're stuck waiting for the 1-3 business days for you to be in the mood/horny again if they wanna touch you again and they better bring their A game or they might just become 2nd fiddle to a bad dragon toy. (This might just be me but I'm not in a rush to repeat it if I spend all night with a person and dont get my rocks off, id still give head if asked but id need serious convincing to let them touch me again, bc it's not hot they wasted my fucking time, if I want to NOT come I can do that by myself)

On a very real note, teasing, edging, and denial are kinks like any other, and you should be voicing to your partners what kinks you do and don't like in the bed room to keep things fun and healthy. Your partner also shouldn't be in competition with your sex toys unless that's something they're into. If its not working for you, say something, my friend. Don't be afraid to stop your partners and say ‘Hey, this isn't working for me, can we do ‘something else’ instead?’ especially before you jump straight to cutting them out of the activity completely.

There's also nothing wrong with having a low libido anon! You take all the time you need between sex!

That being said, the idea of being pressed into the bed by Jason or Roy while they’re giving it their all and getting real cocky about making you squirm only for you to be like ‘um, no, excuse me. You're taking to long so I'll be doing this myself, thank you’ makes me laugh.

I think for both of them, the initial response would just be shock. Like open-mouth awe at your gall. Can't knock a girl who knows what she wants, and both of them would definitely enjoy watching you get off on your own typically, but the blow of you doing it unexpectedly, especially while they've been enjoying themselves would bruise their egos.

Roy is the type to try and win you back over. He's getting close, gently trying to pry the toy out of your hands and promising he’ll do better, he’ll do whatever you want just give him another chance. Can't you see how hard you've got him? Its painful, baby. You should let him relieve you both together.

Another disclaimer: Blue balls ain't a real thing, don't let Roy Harper convince you otherwise, he's just needy as all hell and will say anything to get you back to bed with him.

Jason would take it a lot harder. When his family piss him off he blows up, but I think he'd worry about scaring you/putting you off so he sulks instead. No, its fine. You do what you've gotta do, no really its totally fine. He’ll just show myself out and you can try again in the approximate 3 business days you need to to get there again, if he's around.

There's also a level of familiarity and intimacy to this. This is how I assume they'd react with someone they have an established romantic/sexual relationship with, in which at least some boundaries have been set. If you're just like, a one-night stand or you're in a causal hook-up scenario they'd probably just be like oh, okay. Guess we’re done for tonight, see ya round, have fun with that. They're not gonna push if it's evident you're not willing to give.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Cabin Catastrophes

(Masky x OC x Hoodie x X-Virus NSFW)

This one's definitely a different one, so thank you so much to @taboo-delusion for giving me the chance to try smthg new with this commission!! ^^ I hope it's to your liking~

Also feels like I should give a heads-up just because it's so different, but this contains fairly heavy pet/little play & the OC is a hermaphrodite, meaning they have both genitals! So please keep that in mind & maybe don't read this one if that's not your thing ^^;

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The road to the cabin was, all things considered, fairly smooth

It shouldn't have come as a surprise since this was one of the nicer safehouses, but Jack always expected pure shit roads whenever he drove down these paths

He snuck a peak at his pet quietly sitting next to him in the passenger seat

They'd been well-behaved the whole drive, not that they were usually a handful to deal with, and they seemed perfectly content with watching the trees passing by outside the window

Jack returned his attention to the road, and tried to take a few deep breaths to relax

He didn't want his nervousness to show through—he didn’t want his stress to rub off on them

He was placing them in safe hands, after all; it wasn't like he was just dumping them off to people he didn't trust

Still, it'd be the first time they'd be apart since he took them in, and it'd be the first time any of the creeps even saw them in the first place

So, really, there was plenty to be worried about

The dropoff, however, thankfully didn’t go as badly as he was afraid it would

The proxies’ reactions to seeing his pet were... understandable, at the very least

And although he was reluctant to leave them there, he knew he didn't have a choice

The mission was going to be long; he couldn't just abandon them until he made it back

At this point, all Jack could do was pray everything would go over smoothly

"So, what's it like having a tail?" Cody asked what might've just been his hundredth question within the last hour, all while resisting the urge to stroke Ellacie's tail

Masky groaned, growing increasingly sick of Cody's endless stream of questions

But as he looked at the hybrid, even he couldn't help but wonder the answer

Their tail was long, almost as long as their whole body, and it was as white as their ears and hair

It looked ridiculously soft, and he, admittedly, kind of also wanted to stroke it

In a strange, almost ethereal kind of way, Jack's pet was... kind of beautiful

The cat hybrid, however, didn't pay either of them much mind

No, they were much too distracted for that

All they could focus on was the bright red dot, which jerked randomly across the room as Hoodie flicked the laser pointer around

It was cute, Hoodie thought as he played with them, they were cute

He bounced the light from one spot on the floor, then to another, then onto the coffee table and back to the floor

The three proxies watched in a mix of curiosity and amusement as Ellacie chased the dot like a predator in a hunt

They'd been playing with them for the better part of the morning now, all thanks to the many toys and goodies Jack had packed with them in a duffel bag

Curiosity getting the better of him, while Hoodie was taking up their attention, Cody made his way to the duffel bag

There were plenty of comfort items, like blankets and plushies, in case his pet got homesick

There was even one of Jack's shirts, neatly folded at the bottom of the bag, sitting next to a jar of what almost looked like dried spices

"What's this?"

Cody pulled the jar out and shook its contents around

When no one answered, he repeated himself

"Yo," he said, louder this time, "you guys know what this is?"

Almost as soon as he showed the jar off, Ellacie stopped chasing the laser

They made what sounded halfway between a chirp and a purr, all of their attention now turned to Cody, as if, whatever was in the jar, they wanted it

"...Huh?"

Cody shook the jar again, and Ellacie practically meowed

Their long tail flicked back and forth behind them, and they tilted their cute little head to the side

"Catnip," they explained, looking up at Cody expectantly

Cody, uncertain as to what to do, looked up to the older proxies

Masky shrugged, but Hoodie seemed to hesitate

"I don't know," Hoodie answered, "How much should you give? Didn't Jack have a list of instructions for that kind of stuff?"

Cody looked at the jar of catnip, then at Ellacie, who looked up at him through long, pale lashes

And, eventually, he just shrugged

"It's just catnip—what's the harm? I'm sure it'll be fine..."

For the rest of that day, Ellacie was remarkably mellowed out

When Cody read through Jack's instructions, he realized that he maybe gave them a tad too much catnip

Jack had left some cryptic warning about doing so, but it was kind of too late for that; the damage had already been done

And so, with a dismissive shrug, he told himself he'd keep a closer eye on them, but he didn't think much more of it

It's only the following day that Ellacie started acting a bit... off

They weren't as verbal as they'd been the day before, and they seemed especially needy

They kept insisting on getting pet, and whenever they did, they purred—loudly

The proxies all assumed it was because they were getting homesick, so they did their best to accommodate them

And, really, it's not like any of them minded giving them more attention

Their fur was just as soft as it looked, if not softer, and their purrs were so comforting—how could the proxies not enjoy it?

They didn't notice that the hybrid seemed particularly eager to get scented—not that the proxies would've known what that entailed, anyways

Nor did they notice the way they subtly rubbed themselves against anything they could, or the way their shorts looked tighter around their crotch, or the way their pupils were dilated much more than usual

It's only later that night that they noticed—or, rather, heard—that something was definitely up

It was a few hours after they'd gotten to bed when, through the thin walls of the cabin, they heard what sounded like whimpering from the guest bedroom

Cody was the first to investigate, but once in front of the pet's closed door, he was too nervous to walk in

He didn't want to invade their privacy, despite being concerned, and while he was standing there, hesitating, Hoodie came by, summoned by the sound as well

"What's going on?" he asked

Cody hesitated, "I think they're... I think they're crying?"

"Crying?"

Cody nodded

"Yeah, did you see how needy they were today? I think they really miss Jack. I feel bad, I don't know what to do. I don't know if there's anything we can do"

Hoodie folded his arms over his chest

"Christ. It's only—what—the third day or something? We're not even halfway through the week and they already miss Jack that badly?"

As they were trying to think of what to do, Masky eventually joined them

"The hell are you guys doing?" he asked, his voice groggy like he’d just been on the verge of falling asleep

Both proxies turned to look at him

Cody opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped himself as a particularly loud whimper interrupted him

"We're trying to figure out how to comfort them," Hoodie finally explained. "We thought about bringing them Jack's shirt—the one that was in the duffel bag, but we can't find it. We don't know where it went"

"...What do you mean you don't know where it went?"

Hoodie shrugged, "Don't know. Guess we lost it somehow"

Masky shook his head, and the whimpering seemed to grow louder again

"Whatever," he said, "I don't think we should just leave them crying alone all night"

And so, without delaying things further, Masky reached for the handle, twisted it, and opened the door

Nothing could've prepared them for what they walked in on

The hybrid had turned the room into what could've only been described as a nest

All of the blankets and plushies Jack had packed were scattered around the bed, including Jack's missing shirt

The smell of sex and desperation was thick in the air as the hybrid—completely naked—lay at the center of it all

Flushed and panting with their head down and their ass up, they were grinding on a pillow like their life depended on it

Their tail flicked back and forth with every roll of their hips, and their ears twitched with the steady waves of pleasure

They had a dazed kind of look in their eyes, and every time they moaned and whimpered, their tongue would stick out to reveal a piercing none of the proxies had even realized they had

They looked so beautifully, utterly depraved

All at once, the proxies realized; they hadn't been crying; they were in heat

“Woah…” Cody was the first to break the silence

None of them knew what to do, and they just couldn’t bring themselves to walk away

They were entranced

Every time the hybrid jerked their hips forward, the blushing tip of their cock would twitch against the pillow, and they'd make the cutest little breathy moan

And every time they would roll back, the perfect curve of their ass would peak up from behind, giving the three men the utmost tantalizing view

When they eventually noticed they were no longer alone, they looked up to find their three caretakers looking at them

But they didn't look the least bit embarrassed

Instead, they kept rutting against the pillow like they couldn’t help themselves, like they couldn’t stop

They were desperate

When they mewled out a needy plea, it’s like something within the proxies snapped

Masky was the first to act

He made his way to the bed, hooked a finger in the loop of their collar, and without saying a word, he yanked them up to a heated kiss

They whimpered against him, their thighs shaking as their cock throbbed and quivered in need

It was wrong

Even as Masky parted his lips to allow his tongue to taste theirs, he knew he shouldn't be doing this

They were EJ's pet, of all things

EJ—the demon known for being possessive, known for marking his territory and annihilating anyone who touched what was his

But Masky didn't care

If anything, it just turned him on even more, knowing that he shouldn’t be doing this

As his tongue stroked the inside of the hybrid’s mouth, he realized the roof of their mouth was barbed

Combined with their piercing clashing against his tongue and teeth, it nearly made Masky snarl

God, he wanted to claim this pet, he realized

Screw whatever consequences would follow after this; he wanted them

Hoodie, on the other hand, wasn't even thinking about EJ as he made his way to the other side of the bed

Seeing the hybrid's ass practically presented to him, he didn't hesitate to lay his hands on it

His strong, calloused finger kneaded the soft skin, only ever pausing to give the occasional playful smack and watch their flesh jiggle from the movement

All while this was happening, Cody couldn't help but stare

He watched in amazement as the hybrid shuddered between the two strong men

And when Masky yanked on their collar even harder, they whimpered, squirming and wriggling like their heat was only getting stronger

A bead of precum dribbled out from the tip of their cock, and it's like the sight of it snapped Cody out of his trance

He joined the three to wrap his hand around the hybrid's shaft

And at the contact, the hybrid immediately mewled and pushed their aching cock further into his touch

Cody hummed, all too pleased with himself

He wrapped his fist around the shaft, brought his thumb to the slit and smeared precum all over his tip

Ellacie nearly cried out against Masky, their tail going stiff as their ears twitched from the stimulation

They broke the kiss, panting, and with desperation thick in their voice, they whimpered

“Please—n-need relief”

How could Cody say no to that?

He jerked his fist to the base, then moved all the way back up again before repeating the motion

He set a slow, steady pace at first, but with every reaction he managed to pull from the pet, it only encouraged him to move faster, harder

Ellacie's face contorted in pleasure

Their eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowing in concentration as their otherwise pale face flushed with heat

They arched their back up, and it gave Masky the perfect opportunity to lean down and suck their nipple

It made them moan so much louder

They were utterly shameless in how vocal they were being—and it spurred the proxies on so much more

Hoodie gave another smack!—harder, more punishing this time—and the hybrid’s body nearly vibrated from the feeling

They'd never gotten this much attention all at once—it was overwhelming

Try as they might to express that they needed to be filled, every time they opened their mouth, all that would escape were breathy whimpers and desperate little pants

But even despite that, it wasn't difficult for the proxies to guess what they wanted

One final smack! to their ass, and then Hoodie hummed out, "You're going to be a good little kitty, aren't you?"

Ellacie nodded eagerly as they whimpered, trying to wriggle their ass closer up against him

They needed him to claim them

"Atta kitty~" came his husky response, followed by the sound of him pulling his zipper down and undoing his pants

His cock twitched between their asscheeks, and with another whine, Ellacie tried to grind themselves against him

Hoodie, noticing what they were trying to do, chuckled

He manhandled them up onto his lap, and it's only then, only once he raised them off the pillow, that Masky and Cody finally saw what else was between their legs

"Jesus, fuck," Masky groaned at the sight

He undid his own pants, freeing his heavy cock, with his sight zeroed in on the prize

"They have—they have both!?"

Cody couldn't believe what he was seeing

Beneath their cock was a slit, complete with a clit and a wonderfully inviting entrance

Their pussy was dripping with arousal, their folds red and swollen and their pretty clit perfectly on display

Hoodie, feeling their slick smear over his thighs, tapped his cock between their legs

He hummed in pleasant surprise at what he felt, and then he rubbed his cock between their folds, getting it soaked in their juices with a huff like a moan

"Fuck, no wonder Jack's been hiding them from us. Greedy bastard just wanted them all to himself, didn't he?"

A few more taps between their legs was all the waiting he could handle before finally spearing them onto his cock

The hybrid mewled as Hoodie finally took them from behind

Their open hole clenched and fluttered around nothing, looking all the more enticing to the two proxies in front of them

Once their ass was completely stuffed, their eyes glazed over, mouth falling open in a silent moan, and they already looked so deliciously fucked

Masky didn't hesitate before bringing his own tip up and down their open slit

He moved their thighs down onto his shoulders, and in one simple motion, he pushed all the way into them

The pet cried out in bliss, their head falling back and their mouth falling open once again

"A-ah!~"

Cody realized he couldn't take any more

He didn't want to be left out—he wanted them wrapped up around his dick too

At the sight of their parted lips, panting and moaning to reveal that tongue piercing—how could Cody not want to fuck their mouth?

So as Masky and Hoodie both used Ellacie at their own separate paces, Cody shifted his attention to their mouth

They looked so, so sinfully cute all fucked-out taking two dicks at once

And Cody could only imagine how perfect they'd look taking three

Every time they bounced from the thrusts, Cody used the opportunity to smack his tip against their cheek

He smeared precum over their face, and the next time they moaned, he tapped his cock against their tongue and into their mouth

As soon as they closed their mouth, Cody swore he saw stars

The feeling of their barbed mouth combined with the piercing was heaven

His hips jerked forward of their own accord, and he moaned

He could see why Jack liked his pet so much

He knew he should probably be gentle; he should probably take it slow and easy considering they were also busy satisfying two other men

But fuck, he couldn’t help it

Hands tangling in their soft white hair near their twitching ears, he used his grip as leverage to pump himself in and out of their lips

Ellacie had already felt stuffed before, but now—now it was like their brain had completely turned to mush

They were euphoric

Their eyes rolled back, spit and drool dribbling down onto their chin as their slick and precum made a mess between their thighs

They kept clenching around both men, and every time Masky pushed his hips forward, their cock would rub against his stomach, giving them even more stimulation

They knew they couldn’t last long—how could they?

The combination of everyone going at a different pace was beyond overwhelming

Masky brought his hands up to pinch at their nipples, and Cody cursed out a slew of filthy praises as his dick hit the very back of their throat

They gagged, tears threatening to spill, and almost as if to make up for their lack of oxygen, Hoodie reached around to jerk their dick off

If Cody wasn’t already halfway down their throat, their moan would’ve been the loudest one yet

But now all that escaped was a muffled vibration, which had Cody stuttering and doubling over to grip at the crown of their head

As if he couldn't help himself, he forced them all the way down until their nose was touching his pelvis

“J-jesus—fuck!—“

Choking on the youngest proxy had their walls tightening

Masky and Hoodie groaned as it felt like they were sucking them in—almost unbearably so

When Hoodie murmured out the praise of them being a "good, filthy little kitty~" it was all the encouragement they needed to spill over

All of their muscles tightened at once

Their nerves burned from the simulation

Body moving of its own accord, their hips jerked forward and they came—hard

Their sex tensed and they released their seed all over themselves

Masky cursed at the sight—god, they looked so absolutely filthy

His pace grew more frantic, like all he could think about was adding his own touch to the mess

And when the additional stimulation had Ellacie clenching—hard—it was enough to bring Hoodie over the edge as well

With a low, gravelly cuss, the proxy slammed all the way into them— until his balls were nearly touching their slit

And his dick twitched and throbbed between their walls as he finally released his cum as deeply as he possibly could inside EJ's beloved pet

Their incessant moans and whimpers were also becoming too much for Cody to handle

When he looked down to find their blissed-out expression, looking so fucking sinful, he couldn’t help himself either

He came as well—halfway in their mouth, and the other half splattering on their face

His seed dripped down onto their chest, adding to the mess they'd already made over themselves

And then all it took was a few more thrusts from Masky before, like Cody, he also spilled himself partly inside their sex and partly on the hybrid

There was so much of it

Really, it was like the three had done it on purpose; they'd all covered the pet as if they were marking their new territory

Once everyone's climaxes died down, the proxies all pulled away from Ellacie to enjoy the sight

The hybrid had never gotten covered in so much cum at once

They were reduced to a twitching, satisfied mess, and they looked too dazed to properly form a thought—much less a coherent sentence

Hoodie chuckled

He was holding back the urge to snap a picture of them—just to serve as a reminder

“Y’know," he hummed, "I usually offer something to clean up, but maybe they should stay like that for a while. I like the way it looks on them~”

Masky snorted

He gathered cum between two fingers and smeared it across their chest and nipples, and then brought it up to their mouth for them to taste it

When they did so without hesitating, Masky realized he wanted to go for another round

“Y’know, maybe pet sitting isn’t all that bad, after all,” he decided

"Maybe EJ should drop them off to us more often from now on~"

[boofeine]

ripe clementines – bsk

part i | part ii | part iii

pairing: seungkwan x fem reader

genre: fluff, smut, childhood friends to something... it's a really long one shot, if you don't like slow burn or like smut with no plot, maybe don't read this one, there's backstory.

synopsis: "it's you" you said, already a few steps to your home. he didn't say anything but looked reasonably surprised. those five steps left felt like forever in the dead silence it caused. seungkwan never really said anything back... thankfully, your friendship stayed the same.

warnings: mdni, tiny bit angst, stable family relationship, slice of life/timestamp, kissing, very much introductory :)

song: goodnight and go by imogen heap / calma do luccas carlos para meus amigos +55 🙂‍↕��🙂‍↕️

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @yorkutis

You've confessed to Seungkwan many years ago. In the middle of your school classroom, during a truth or dare game. You actually didn't have to, not exactly, but you did. You've chosen truth, being asked if you liked someone from the circle, and you simply said yes. Seungkwan, like the noisy best friend he was, turned to you with the most dramatic surprised face you've seen, like feeling betrayed for not knowing about this.

He whispered to your ear, asking who it was and kept peeping in the whole day when you didn't answer, so you had no other choice but to confess. "It's you" You said, already a few steps to your home. He didn't say anything but looked reasonably surprised. Those five steps left felt like forever in the dead silence it caused. And Seungkwan never really said anything back... thankfully, your friendship stayed the same. Besides the fact you had to spend your high school years tortured by Seungkwan jokingly teasing you for liking him at any chance he had like an immature kid boosting his ego. You didn't mind that much, it was just really annoying.

Last year of high school came, with the anxious and thrilling feeling of ending school years. You felt the happiest for getting on the major you wanted and even happier to see Seungkwan get on the university he dreamed of. You already knew this, but it took Seungkwan a few days to kick in he'd be on a totally different province, he'd be studying in Seoul and you near Jeju. You saw the pure happiness on him turn into a mixture of fear, sadness, and deep down excitement, you truly felt like he was a bit lost.

He came to you in tears a few times, and in one of those, he confessed to you. You couldn't help but feel like he was just afraid and confused. You felt wronged because that didn't feel like his true feelings towards you, he was just afraid of losing your friendship. You said that to him, but he didn't take it lightly, saying you shouldn't assume his feelings. You had a big real fight for the first time and were both stubborn and kept to your sides. You both followed your ways and apart, and that first year of college was one of the most difficult ones of your life.

Getting into young adulthood without your best friend was not easy, but you got through it. You got used to the university routine, met really good new people, and found a part-time job at a restaurant. That obligated you to talk with different people, and one of them just happened to be your future boyfriend. You didn't know then, but Seungkwan was also dating someone else by that time, and ironically, your partners were the ones to make you talk to each other again years after. The thought of having feelings for someone else making it stupid to have those lingering feelings in between you two. You reached out and casually talked a few times.

It was summer break when you first saw him face to face again. The 22 years old Seungkwan felt new but also not different to that 15 years old kid. He looked mature, physically and personally, the way he talked was so matured but his mannerisms were still those familiar sweet childlike habits. It was nice to be in his presence again and you felt like you missed it so much and didn't even know it. You kept ties, and you grew comfortable to feel like best friends again. Even though it was still hard to see each other often when he was in Seoul and you here.

He was there when you graduated college and even happier to hear you got a job in Seoul, and you'd be close again. You felt nostalgia, those same mixture of feelings Seungkwan had years before, reaching you in a slightly different manner. You and your boyfriend had talked, you were open to try but he seemed certain that long distance relationship wouldn't work for him. You got to Seoul with your heart up on your sleeve but Seungkwan was there for you, helping you stead the ground and stabilize yourself in the big city. He had to make it with a broken heart as well in the past, he knows how scary it can be. He wouldn't want that for you.

A few months later, Seungkwan had also ended his relationship. You never knew exactly what happened, it just did. He didn't seem broken but strangely quiet and to himself, he never talked about it, at least, not with you. As time passed, he slowly recovered and back to his light self.

Seungkwan's been always attractive to your eyes, he just has this way of presenting himself that it's just... attractive... he's confident but sweet. Straightforward but soft spoken. He's just him. It didn't come as a surprise but it was also unexpected when you got yourself tipsy making out with him in the back of his car during new years eve. Midnight came and you had Seungkwan's tongue on your mouth, his hands sneaking under your shirt when your body squirmed over his. You got startle by the fireworks outside. The windows were blurry and you could only see the smug, colorful flashing ligths. He was smiling when you looked back at him. "Happy new year, yn-ie" He said, pushing your hair back and kissing your cheeks like he hadn't crazily made out with you seconds before. It was an one time thing, but you couldn't deny that sometimes this tension just builds in the air around you both. You've dreamed about his soft skilled lips on yours more than you wished and think you should.

You both were able to get a break from work during the same days, like you planned and talked before. You felt so happy and excited to go on a trip back to Jeju to spend his 25th birthday with him and your families. They've been always close, even when you two refused to talk to each other, they'd still meet up.

And now that you're here, sitting on the grass, feeling the cold winter breeze, eating sweet clementines with Seungkwan by your side, like you used to, but now as grown-ups, this memories just feel a bit too much, coming back again like scenes from a movie in your head. With all the childhood moments with him this place reminds you, it aches your heart and brings that pure innocent teen crush feelings again to surface. You and your families had a really great meal together, and now you both came out to rest and have something sweet.

"What do you think?" His voice takes space, cutting the rush of thoughts from your mind.

"I'm actually craving that" You respond. You were still able to listen to his words about the new cafeteria and how you two could have breakfast there tomorrow.

The sun is beautifully setting across you, the sky tinted in orange, blue and light pink. You make conversation until it starts to get too dark outside. You walk down back home, Seungkwan's jacket around your shoulders with the familiar great smell of his citric cologne.

Once you get home, you find your families on the dinner table playing a game together, the laughter filling the room and warming your heart. You can't help but smile while letting your shoes by the door.

"Ya! You kids took forever, hm? We were getting worried" Your mom was the first one to see you two and approach your presence.

"Sorry, eomonnie. The sun was beautiful, we couldn't help it" Seungkwan responds for you. He's already a few steps ahead of you, his arms coming around his mother to hug her, leaving a kiss on top of her head. Your mom, who is beside his, caresses his arms with a found look.

"C'mon, get yourselves a glass of wine and come play with us" Seungkwan's dad concludes. You both just nod, making your way to the kitchen to grab your drinks, before taking your places at the large table, joining the pictionary game.

"They are staying over today, dear." Your mom approaches you as you sit on her other side and besides your dad. "Take some room for Seungkwan in yours, ok?" She adds, and you just agree happily.

"Dad, have you seen the heater? It wasn't working tidily last time I came home." You ask.

"I did look it. It was working, I hope it is still... Let me know if it crashes again" He replies. The game soon asks for more of your attention.

You guys don't even see the time passing by, deciding it was time to stop after midnight. Seungkwan's parents welcomed themselves at the guest room, your parents back to theirs as you tidy the room while Seungkwan washes up. You try settling up the heater, It was on, but not heating like It was supposed to. You grunt, frustrated, looking and figuring out the buttons. It was in its max capability. Seungkwan gets in the room when you're angrily slapping the machine. He laughs, half entrained, half worried.

"Calm down, Yn-ie" He smiles, approaching you "You gonna really break it like this" He says.

You roll your eyes, already done with it. "So you do it, I'm washing up" You say, already getting up and rummaging through your clothes.

"I will try" He says, jokingly greeting with his hand over his forehead like a soldier, mocking following your oders. You scoff, letting go a bit, it's just his ability to ease out the atmosphere, "It's not that bad, tho. It will get better as time passes. It's warm in here" He completes and you simply hum, making your way to the bathroom.

Once you come back, the room is truly warmer and Seungkwan was right about this. Looking back at him, he's already on one side of the bed, his eyes exhausted, threatening to shut already, that he had to fight from doing so until you are back. You smile foundly, taking the other side as you comfortably tug on your duvet and fall asleep beside him.

You're awake by the shiver your body lets out, it shakes on the spot. When you open your eyes, you come to realize your nose is freezing and your feet aching from coldness. The fucking heaten again, you groan, not taking the courage to leave the still warm sheets. Seungkwan moves beside you, it's dark but you can see the outline of his face looking over his shoulders. "Are you okay?" He says in his low raspy voice from just waking up.

"No! How are you not freezing?" You shout in a whisper tone. Seungkwan quietly laughs, as he moves to face you.

"I am" he confesses and you groan again, frustrated. "C'mere" He simply says, opening space on his duvet and arms for you. You dont think twice in slipping to the offered space. You cage your face on his shoulders, warming your cold nose over his robe, drinking in his scent as he hugs you to his side in an attempt to cut the cold with the warmth of each other's bodies.

"Thank you" you hum, pleasantly as you start to fall asleep again, trying not to overthink the position you're in, your heart saying otherwise.

You wake up in the morning, with the sunlight brushing through the curtains. Your body tugged in the two duvets as you miss Seungkwan by your side. He's not there anymore as you spread, stretching your body, blinking a few times to adjust the daylight.

You finally wake up to be meet at the sight of Seungkwan in sporty clothes and a coffee in his hands on your living room. "Good morning, sleepy bird" He greets as you just blank stare, not really being the morning person type like he is "I took an walk earlier, the weather is really great today" He says "I also bought you coffee, it is over the counter"

You hum, thanking him, already taking your back so you can head to the caffeine that is so much needed in your mornings routines. To the few things you get in common with your best friend, there's definitely the stubbornness and the caffeine addiction.

"Where's everyone?" You spill while walking.

"When I woke up, they weren't here either" Seungkwan affirms "I texted them, they said they were going to pick up my sisters on the train station" He completes, sliding down on the sofa, resting his head on the headboard.

You listen to him briefly, your eyes closing as soon as you take the first sip of coffee down your throat, smiling happily with the bitter taste of it. Seungkwan is looking back at you, smiling too when you open your eyes "This makes me crave something sweet" You add.

"This is the coffee shop we were talking about. They have donuts there" He says.

"We are going" You reply immediately, already running to your room "I'm going to get changed" You scream your way down the hallway.

Once you're inside and far away, you sigh in relief. Everything is going as planned.

[octaves-of-estoiles]

Self aware au, but it's just a generational curse (wuwa edition)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Clubs are, obviously, very loud.

Enough for you to bust out the silencing headphones, anyway. Maybe you’re just sensitive. 

Your friends are off mingling with the raving crowds, leaving you to watch their drinks. It feels like you’re the only person afraid of their drink getting spiked. 

You sip at the glass of water you ordered, you’ve been out with these people enough to know you’re going to be driving- nevermind. The last person you know has also run off with a random girl. 

The lights flicker as you survey the crowd, counting the people in your group. When the number never moves from zero, you pack up your stuff and leave the establishment. 

Yes, you took your friend’s car. She shouldn't have given you the keys if she didn’t think this would happen. It has the last six times. 

You throw your stuff into the passenger seat, taking a moment to text the group chat where you were going and who’s car you had, and take off in the direction of the nearest Dominos.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The cashier looked at you weird when you ordered an entire pizza for yourself, but fuck them. It’s not like the pizza is big in the first place.

You sit in a booth, munching on your pizza when a person walks by your table, drops something and leaves. Not even giving you the chance to even swallow before they’re gone. You’re looking around to see if anybody saw that before your eyes settle on the letter.

Taking another bite, you decide that it’s a problem for later.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Later is now unfortunately. 

You arrive home and throw your thing haphazardly onto the floor before rushing to the bathroom to take off all this makeup. No matter how long it took to apply, the process to remove will always be ten times easier. The clothes, not so much.

It takes about ten minutes for you to get comfortable enough to tackle the letter. You’re sitting with a blanket around you on your couch, letter in hand. It’s flimsy and open, easy to remove the contents inside. 

It’s not even a letter, just a paper that says,

I know what you are ;)

You blink once. Twice. Thrice. Then stand to go burn the paper.

Your phone turning on is what stops you. 

The screen displays what looks like an ad for something called Wuthering Waves. Which wouldn’t bother you much if, you know, your phone wasn’t out of battery. 

You watch the ad in its entirety, watching as your phone powers back off.

The paper is still burned in the end.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Wuthering Waves. New game that came out in the recent year, having many compliments from those who’ve played. The group does not include you, however. 

You’ve never heard of this game until yesterday, with that incident of the ad. 

So obviously, you had to check it out.

Since it’s relatively new, it doesn’t take forever to upload onto your device, roughly about an hour, maybe less. You left halfway through to get something to eat before returning to a fully loaded game.

Your first question is probably why they make you choose between two equally pretty people, that is not fair. What happens to the one you don’t choose, they just cease to exist? No, they must both be there for a reason, so the one you don’t choose is used for something else in the plot line.

Right? You’ll be sad if you pick one and you never see the other again. 

Sighing, you pick the male and put in the desired username before leaning in your chair to watch the cutscene. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

It’s fun. That’s all you’ve gathered so far. Really, it’s fun.

So why does it feel like your brain is going to pop every time you meet someone new?

Hell, meeting Scar was the absolute worst. Not that he's a bad character, it’s just that you had to pause the game and clutch your temples from the wave of pain that overtook you the moment he came on screen. Even after the pain had subsided, the feeling of something never left you. 

Doesn’t help that the characters tend to differentiate from you and the Rover as if you’re two different people. Staring right into the camera like a children’s episode when they’re addressing you.

It’s something you feel you will have to get over fairly quickly.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

And you did, four months you went, ignoring every little odd thing that was thrown your way. You played near daily, and if you didn’t, you’d receive something in the mail asking if you were alright. 

The person changed but it was pretty much the same message every time. You try not to deviate from your schedule in order not to cause any unnecessary worry.

The characters themselves treat you as if you’re just another Rover. Rover himself treats you as a close friend.

Rover hasn’t directly spoken to you so you have had to make due with charades on his side. Everyone else speaks to you comfortably, even the more untrusting characters. Which is weird, but okay.

Have you told anyone? NO.

Are you gonna tell anyone? NO. 

What are they gonna do, believe you? Yeah right.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Everything came crashing down on a random Monday.

You hadn't even noticed it was thanksgiving season until your mother called you in the middle of a gaming session.

“You’re coming over for Thanksgiving week, right?”

Like the entire week?! OF COURSE NOT-

“Yes, mom, I will be there. I promise, now let me pack.”

FUCK.

A whole week at your parent’s house? 

You’re gonna go insane.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Day one wasn’t too bad, other than the abundance of emails and texts sent by-

Well, how do you explain to your family that your game is sentient and texts you like an overbearing mother? That’s right, you don’t. You’re gonna sit in the living room, socialize with people you don’t remember and act as if your phone isn’t being bombarded with texts. 

You’ll make it through the week just fine. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Thanksgiving becomes fun when dinner time hits and the gossiping aunties start chatting. This time, however, you don’t think you like what they’re talking about.

“You know, this time of year never fails to remind of Old Coot Curtis.”

“Oh, stop talking like we’re a part of some small town down west. But why?”

“Well, it’s right around the time he went missing. And little Aiden too. So did Nora.”

You start to eat your food a little bit quieter when your dad starts to add his input.

“Ladies, why on Earth are you talking about those things on this fine day? It’s Thanksgiving, not time to reminisce about past events.”

Your aunts grumble to themselves before moving topics to things like new boyfriends. 

How odd, you’ve never heard about someone going missing in your family. And to think, it wasn’t just one, it was three. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You’re beside your mother in the kitchen, drying and putting away dishes she gives you. She’s humming softly to a tune from the radio in the living room.

“Hey, mom?”

She hums.

“What happened to Curtis?”

Your mother laughs, accidentally spraying water onto herself.

“Now, [Name], don’t listen to what any of those women have to say. They all have their own opinions, none of them right, of course. But, Curtis was a cousin of yours. He disappeared back in 2012. He was, well, a coot. Started talking nonsense about this game he played, something about how the characters would talk to him and other things.”

She reaches over you to grab another dirty plate, seemingly not noticing the way you’ve positively frozen. Your mother just continues to speak about your cousin, unknowingly describing your past few months. 

“Yeah, he was crazy. Then, he disappeared into the blue. Same thing happened to Aiden and Nora too. Hell, even your great-grandfather.”

“...Really?” Your horrid attempts at sounding natural somehow fly over your mom’s head.

“Yeah! Said that the cards of his favorite board game would change near daily to talk to him. He disappeared too, although, he probably just just walked out on the family, bastard....”

You just listen to your mom as you numbly wash and dry the dishes.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Are you gonna disappear under mysterious circumstances like everyone else?

The question kept you awake that night, and made sure you didn’t even need coffee for the road back home. It’s been a good minute since you’ve been emailed or been texted by-well. Them.

Never have they shown any sign of aggressives towards you, hell, you’ve been friends for the better part of the year. 

You sit in your car for about thirty minutes before you get out of your car to enter your apartment.

And immediately notice the sound of waves. 

Door slammed back shut, you’re out of here. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You have been messaged about sixteen times, and that’s just from guessing the amount of times your phone had vibrated.

You’re willing to bet that most of them are from a specific group of people. Why the government won’t take restraining orders against a certain man named Scar, you’ll never know. Bastard decided to attach to you the same way he did Rover. Fun.

“Excuse me? It seems like it’s urgent….,” The person runs off after you turn to glare them. Can’t people just let you avoid things in peace?

You sigh, and open your phone.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 

Your apartment seems normal, but you’re positive it’s anything but.

The sound of waves greets you once again, but a quick check around your apartment tells you that nothing could be making the noise. It’s only by luck that you catch a glimpse of your ceiling. 

Your ceiling is….how do you say this? An ocean. Just like in Wuthering Waves. How fun.

It’s not raining down on you or anything, not even affecting the temperature of your apartment, it’s just there.

You need some sort of liquor for this.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Liquor was not acquired, unfortunately. You kinda want to talk to sentient game characters while drunk. So it will be a sober occasion.

Logging onto Wuthering Waves is second nature at this point, but the ambient noise is not. The closer you get to entering the game, the more the waves crashing against each other grows.

An ambience fills your room, not unlike the music you would find in ambience videos. Speaking of those videos, your room combined with the rolling of the waves makes you feel as if you’ve put one on in the background. 

You decide not to question where the ambience is coming from exactly because you think you’ll go insane. 

Rover and his female counterpart greet you on their rock in the middle of nowhere, the woman unmoving while Rover beckons you forward with just a flick of his wrist. The screen adjusts itself until it feels like you’re standing right in front of him.

Even after everything you’ve learned, the sight of your friend makes your face turn fond.

Rover’s head tilts a bit, a questioning look over taking his features. You tilt yours in turn. To your surprise, his face fills with amusement, like he could see the action when every other time, it took verbal speech to solicit a response. 

It’s obvious he, and most likely everyone else, are evolving.

He reaches out to you like always, and the screen goes blank. 

You get comfortable in your chair and begin to go through the daily motions of the game.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Just like every day, the characters approached you and Rover normally. Unlike everyday, it became much and much more apparent that everyone could see you, not the npc’s, just the resonators.

Which is a relief.

“Hey, Rover?”

The camera pans by itself to face the man himself.

“Can you see me?”

Rover makes a so-so, then makes a hand gesture for you to follow him. He then walks off in a different direction.

How do you even-How are you supposed- Oh, it still moves even though he’s not the focal point anymore, okey, great to know.

Rover leads you through the streets(not even giving you the time to accustom yourself to the new camera controls, this man is on a mission, damn-), stopping in front of the Magistrate building, asks for Sanhua(which apparently he can just do), and-poof- she’s right around the corner.

What the heck? Fine, ok.

Anyway, Sanhua approaches the both of you, looking quite pleasant if you say so yourself. She greets the both of you normally before giving you a once over.

You know, the type of look that someone gives someone else when they’re checking them out, looking up and down? That, but the person who’s doing it could kill you in like two point five seconds.

Suddenly, you’re glad that you’re on this side of the screen.

“Somehow, you’re nothing and everything I thought you to be.”

You swivel in your chair as if cameras are going to magically appear in your room, before facing Sanhua.

“So you can see me?!”

She hums contemplatively. “Not quite. It appears blurry, but not how most appear to me. Your figure is clear to me except the moments when you ‘glitch’. Before, however, we could not see you completely. It was only until recently that the area around Rover, or whoever you were accompanying at the moment, would become more and more pixelated.”

Rover nods along to Sanhua’s words.

You let the explanation sink in before realizing-

“Wait, let me go change, these clothes are shit. I cannot believe I let you see me like this-”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 

Today wasn’t so bad. It was fun, at the very least.

You actually interacted with the people ‘you accompany’, learning that most of them didn’t mind your little impromptu adventures. Well, except Mortifi and Baizhi, but that's because they’re working people so-

You had given Rover a tired goodbye, with him telling you to stay safe until tomorrow. You got ready for bed and just threw yourself in.

Finally, your own bed after a week of being your parent’s felt like paradise. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You wake slowly to the crashing of waves around you- you’re not opening your eyes.

You swear to everything that exists, if you’re anywhere but your bed, you don't know what you’re going to do.

Fuck, you’re not in your bed.

In fact, you’re kinda just floating in the dark water, which you hope is clean. Despite everything, you haven’t been more relaxed in a while. The feeling of being underwater and weightlessness makes you drift back to sleep.

Nevermind, it seems that the sun has sent you a wake up call. From below?

You maneuver yourself to face underneath to find a Tacet mark glowing dimly beneath you, brightening the closer you drift closer to it. 

The soft rocking of the waves pulls you into the embrace of unconsciousness before you can see what happens.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You roll over in your bed to meet-stone?

The memories come back to you and you practically break our back with how fast you sit up. 

Where are you!?

…

WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!

To put it simply, you’re wearing the most techwear outfit you've ever seen, hell, you could be a Wuthering Waves character-

No.

Nuh uh.

You look around the cavern scenery, experience a strong wave of deja vu, then put your head in your hands.

It appears that, yuh huh. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You’re either dead, dying, or got isekai-d.

The cavern is the same of which Rover awoke in himself, and so you took the same path he did to get to civilization.

Your little trip through the ocean had not only equipped you with new clothing, but also with a gourd and a glider. 

Do you know how to use either of those things? No, but you’re gonna figure it out.

Gliding should be easy, right? Rover got easily enough, but then again, he’s the main character. 

You shrug and deploy the glider. Then you mutter a prayer and jump.

Holy shit, it is that easy! The wind does most of the work, you just have to make sure you’re not leaning one way or another.

You make sure to steer clear of where the Tacet field ley at the beginning of the game(even if it’s not there anymore) before looking around and realizing-.

You don’t know where you’re going.

A huff of frustration.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

This world is so weird. You go one way and suddenly you’re deaf?!

Yeah, you try to pick a direction and every time your ears would start to ring until the world went quiet. This happened many times until you found yourself on a path towards who-knows-where.

You've noted that you would have to listen for the same ambient noise that appeared in your room in order to see if the path you were on was the correct one. The ambient noise along with the distant waves lead you all the way to the gates of Jinzhou.

The next hassle of this horrific day is, how are you going to get past the gate officials?

They don’t let you in, of course they don’t, because you don’t have the appropriate credentials. But how do you explain that, up until a few days ago, you were just a voice to some of the most influential people they know?

Oh, you’re saved! Just beyond the gates, you can see Rover, who’s being held back from by Sanhua and–Jiyan?! What the fuck’s happenning–Oh, Rover look’s both pissed and worried at the same time.

The more you look, Jiyan and Sanhua aren’t really holding him back, just making sure he doesn’t pounce on the poor Magistrate official. From what you can see, Sanha is also arguing with them, albeit more officially. Jiyan just stands and glares at them darkly.

You can see all the resonators you’ve met in different places, close enough to hear and assist if needed, but far enough to not be considered a part of the argument. They look rather bothered as well.

“What’s happening over there?” You ask one of the gate officials who had also been watching the argument with interest. Thankfully, they had let you hang around the gate after you told them a friend had been coming to pick you up at the gate with proper credentials.

“Some old-minded coot that thinks the resonators are going to band together to ‘rule the world’. I don’t even know how he got into the Magistrate with that attitude. Doesn’t help that Rover has been on edge lately. Most of the resonators in the city have been lately. Something about a friend that he hasn't seen in ten days. Rover got pissed when the guy told him that if that person was also a resonator, they should stay missing. Got most of the resonators mad with that one.” He informs you, never looking away from the interaction. 

Somehow, ‘the ten days’ and ‘missing friend’ part flies over your head completely.

“This whole thing has been going on for the better part of the hour, but it can’t be categorized as a disturbance yet, so nobody’s stopped it,” Another official adds, offering you some sort of snack when Sanhua takes a step forward.

“Pretty sure that guy just insulted the Magistrate herself.”

You wince and the officials nod along with you.

You wiggle away from the officials to approach another who hadn’t looked that interested in the interaction to ask her on how to operate your gourd. She had shown you how to shoot a simple message to the only person you could, Rover.

Wiggling back in between, the gate officials while also making sure that Rover can see you, you shoot him a simple message,

Look towards the gate

By some universal influence, he looks at the message and confusedly looks towards the gate. He surveys the gate before his eyes land on you. You wave awkwardly and watch as his face brightens, the worry and tension practically evaporating off of him.

Now he’s sprinting towards you.

It is at this moment that you connect the dots and realize that it was you that was the missing friend and that it was you who was missing for ten days, floating around in the ocean without a care. Not that he knows that.

The argument was happening far enough from the gate for you to warn the officials tiredly, “You might wanna move, I don’t think he’s gonna stop to say excuse me.” 

Thank goodness they listen, because your friend fucking hug-tackles you to the hard ground.

[townofcadence]

bloodlustiing:

"Ohh there you go, isn't that sweet? Just like old times. Though I admit, it was more fun when you had all the room in the world to scream until you lost your voice, and nobody could hear you. Such a shame you went and destroyed my home, isn't it?" He squeezes down on a handful of intestines as he says the word home. Enough to cause pain, but not enough to rupture. It was a very delicate balance. "But don't worry, you will be rebuilding it in due time." His hand relinquishes its grip on Artair's intestines, but don't leave his body cavity. No, instead it continues and travels upwards inside, claws scraping across organs and tissue alike. Almost as if he's just playing with his insides, causing as much pain as he thinks he can get away with. At one point he even leans to reach farther up and in, careful to nudge things out of his way very tenderly so he can nudge at Artair's heart a few times-- just to make it spasm a little bit. But he doesn't linger there for long. In fact he's fairly quick to return to Artair's intestines and begin to pull them loose and even out of his body. Intestines were quite the fascinating things after all, capable of doing all this with sometimes only the barest of trauma. But Ares is intending a different sort of trauma with them. He takes the handfuls of guts and places them on Artair's chest, so that he may take hold of them soon. "Hm. It's really not as fun when you can't do much, is it? Tell you what…" His eyes flash, and he raises his finger to lick some of the blood off of its tip. He's released his holds on his toy. "Run. Try to get away."

"Hhhh-hhh-hhhhh....." Artair can't answer, not that he would if he could. But he does make a strangled noise as he feels hands inside, scraping and squeezing and doing all these things that hands shouldn't do inside a body, that his head can hardly fathom being done. He is still crying and he chokes, again and again as Ares hollows him out with his hands like he is a glorified pumpkin he's gutting.

There is a threat in what he says, but he hardly pays attention, except to the spike of pain that punctuates his words with the authority Ares desires. The sound he lets out is soft, but the whole of his body shows how much he feels it, as he all but splits in two by the spine with each tug, pull, squeeze, and scrape. He chokes when Ares' fingers press against his thundering heart, gasping and on the mismatched rhythm he forces.

He doesn't fully comprehend the situation, when his guts are freed and laid over him in handfuls. He certainly doesn't know how to respond when they are placed in loops that go in and out of him on his heaving chest. Ares says something, and his body goes entirely limp. His hand moves of its own volition. He can't focus.

"Wh---- -what...-?" He squeezes out the word, and it's louder than a whisper, by the barest degree. His eyes on Ares are wide.

That tells him all he needs to know. He grabs what Ares has spooled out of him and shakily pushes it back in through the horrific gash, rushing because Ares has never had much patience when he wants something. He rolls, and his single arm braces the ground before he tries to stand.

His legs bend wrong, they don't abide his desperation and he collapses back to the dirt in agony. His breath leaves him in a gust and pain burns in serrations at his knees. With a groan, Artair curls, hand splayed over the open wound in his stomach. All of him is pain right now. That's all that exists, each erratic pulse of his heart pulling it through all his veins and spilling it in his blood and tears.

But that's what he was made for.

And then his hand moves forward, taking a clump of damp grass. Rain pelts him and Ares and slakes the ground with mud, but even through that, Artair tries to crawl. His hips takes his weight and so does his shoulder and his arm grabs the earth to pull himself further along. How he even moves, he doesn't know. But it is something. He has to survive. He doesn't know how it is possible, but he has to.

[meownotgood]

also... everyone... I know I promised to return to the prince aki fic post haste but I think I need to take a small break first... my brain needs resting... thank you very much for being patient with me 🤲💗

[numbuh424]

in my defense, I did not think I would get this far

[iwakuraz]

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[adore-gregor]

study smart not hard (altough both is best actually) this saying is so true

[rabbitindisguise]

What if you were trying to sleep in but your mood disorder was like

*:ﾟ✧*:･ﾟNoﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧