#read the instruction manual mate

[thegnomelord]

I have had a thought.

What if dragons purr when you rub their horns..

Dragon!Price x Gaz and/or Nikolai,,,

Hehdhehehe

Hmmm, I don't usually write character x character but i'll give it a try so tell me if this sucks lol

CW: SFW, Price x Gaz, horn rubbing, purring, monster cod au, soft short and sweet. 1224 words. Cross posted to Ao3

Kyle is a good soldier. Strong. Competent. Reliable. Though the fears of losing him on every mission still linger, they're eased by the fact that Price never has to worry that his sergeant will stumble in those crucial moments when a second of hesitation can be the difference between life and death. Never has to worry that his Gaz will think of himself as expendable and rush into the hailstorm of bullets. . .

Kyle is also a menace.

Especially when he's perched on his desk and giving John the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "Please, captain, just one time?" The imp of a harpy even has the gall to flutter his eyes, looking at him through his lashes because he knows how the light of the setting sun hits his eyes juuuust right to make the brown glitter like gold and amber jewels.

"Kyle." Price stresses. This really isn't the time to indulge his sergeant's need for mischief when he's got a week's worth of backlogged paperwork to go through.

"Sir." Kyle throws his tone back at him, but the way the word rolls off his tongue and he adds the smallest chirp to the end of it makes something inside him stir. "Come on mate, I promise it'll only take five minutes." Kyle's wings spread out so he can display the shininess of his feathers - peacocking transcends species it seems - the mundane dark color turned to that of rich obsidian by the sun.

"It never takes just 'five minutes'." He tries to argue, but the usual commanding rumble in his voice is gone. Price knows he's fighting a losing battle from the way his fingers itch for him to burry them into the smooth feathers and preen Kyle's wings until his treasure croons.

Kyle knows this. He's unable to hide the arrogant look in his eyes when he bites his bottom lip and leans back, muscles tensing, because he knows how such a display of his body will make John's eyes automatically roam across his hard earned muscles. "Pretty please." Kyle says, tail feathers gently twitching side to side.

Both of them know Price never stood a chance.

"That was dirty." John sighs, dejected by his own weakness. The distance between them is small, but Price purposely takes slow steps. Kyle eagerly scoots back on the desk and spreads his legs for John to fit between, hands raising to hold his biceps as Price braces his palms against the desk next to Kyle's hips.

Kyle snorts. "As if you've never stooped lower cap." He spreads his wings to wrap around Price, soft feathered wing wrists bumping against his back.

John just growls lowly in response. He doesn't resist his body's natural desire to reciprocate, to reaffirm the claim over his hoard. The atrophied muscles on his right side still ache with phantom pain after all this time, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his one remaining wing around Kyle. The combination of their wings acts as a shroud from the rest of the world, soft feathers brushing against his green scales and their scents mixing together.

Price treasures these little moments.

The peace only lasts for a few seconds before Kyle ruins it with a grin. "Now come on, give me your horns." He says, not even bothering for Price to tilt his head before Kyle's clever fingers rise up his arms to cup his face, inching closer to where his horns grow out of his skull.

Price promises to himself to hunt down and shoot whichever wanker posted the '101 ways to make a dragon purr like a kitty' on the internet. Ever since Kyle found that blasted instruction manual he's been trying to go through the entire list to verify the information. Price had seen the article in question and had nearly choked when he'd read that the author thought pulling on a dragon's tail could get them any other reaction than an immediate bisection—

Kyle's impatient fingers still just enough to gently scratch the bumpy base of his scalp around the horns. It tingles, and Price isn't able to tell if the tingling sensation is of the good kind or a bad. A small sound rolls from his throat, but that doesn't satisfy Kyle.

"Come on John, sing for me." Kyle repeats the words Price tells him when he's preening him, voice light and just at the edge of taunting. Keeping one hand around his base, Kyle slides the palm of his other hand up the hard bone until he reaches the natural curve of Price's horn. He squeezes gently and moves his hand like he's jerking him off.

"O-oh." Price is grateful he's bracing against the desk because his legs go weak. The sensation of his palm and the pressure of his hand is neither good nor bad, just unfiltered feeling that his brain can't even begin to handle, so it shoots it down his spine like lightning. The buzz of sensation catches on every vertebra and makes his wing quiver, forces his tail to wag like he's some lost puppy.

"Not what I was expecting." Kyle confesses. Price can't see the surprise and wonder on his face as John's eyes close automatically. His head tips forward to rest his forehead on Gaz's chest, brawny biceps tensing to just support his weight and claws digging into the desk with enough force to tear through the wood.

Kyle moves his hands so he's holding Price's horns in both hands. The pale green horns are smooth under his palms besides the occasional scratch or chip in them. Kyle moves his hands with slowly and methodically, changing the pressure he uses on every stroke and paying special attention to the sharp tips of his horns.

That's all it takes to turn John's chest into an geriatric engine. Price manages to groan and mumble a curse under his breath before the only sound leaving his lips is the deep baritone purr. There's no way of stopping it; If Price was in a better mind he would question why the gentle stroking of his horns has him feeling like a puddle of goo but his brain is completely fried from the sensation.

Kyle has heard him purr before but this is different. All the other times his purrs would always be throaty and quiet. Now it feels like the sound is coming straight from the bottom of his chest and, fuck, Kyle can feel it, feel the rumble shake his ribs and the desk beneath him. The sound is loud and unpolished and so raw Gaz feels naked just hearing it.

Kyle can feel his heard beating a mile a minute, his surprise making his hands still just long enough for Price to look up at him. Kyle could die happy after seeing how fucked out Price looks — pupils dilated to the size of plates, panting, red faced, so open and unguarded. Comfortable. With him.

"You've been holding out on me John." Kyle smiles softly, starting to stroke his horns again.

Price purrs even louder, his tail curling around Kyle's leg, managing to pull the claws of one hand from the desk to grip Kyle's thigh and pull him closer, draconic hind-brain desperately seeking to get more of that gluttonous pleasure from Kyle's hands.

Safe to say they take longer than five minutes.

[jymwahuwu]

JSHDJDBDJBSSJSBS THE WRIO ONE👀💦 + the fact that you can stay after serving your sentence

imagine being one of the prisoners at the fortress at first but you actually smiled at him when he's signing your paperwork for having served your sentence but he wants you to stay...

If you cooperate, you get a protective and cuddly wolf but if you don't, then you'll get a lovely 'hustle and tussle' at first. Don't worry, sigewinne has all the ointments needed to soothe the bite marks and hickies left by a beloved wolf🤭🥰

-💦anon (life is killing me but my therapy are hot men -wriothesley and Neuvillette-🦋)

💦nonny, me too lol i feel less tired just thinking about them. sending you a digital hug <3

And this… face the fact that we can't leave the Fortress of Meropide once the sentence starts, it doesn't matter if it's 10 days or not 😹💗

CW: yandere, non-con, abuse of power, spanking, forced imprisonment

You weren't actually that worried about going to jail—although you weren't so laid-back as to think it was summer camp, you weren't sighing like the others either. You live in Fontaine, after all, a country famous for its laws. Your friend has been to the Fortress of Meropide three times, and a classmate was imprisoned for 15 days for some inexplicable reason. They give you some instructions on what to do in prison and write letters to friends who are still in prison asking them to look after you.

You go to jail with the papers, but the receptionist is on leave, so you have to go to Wriothesley in person. Need to meet the "Duke"? Fortunately, you learned about Wriothesley's character from your friends in advance and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hi, do you want some tea?" Whether you shook your hand or nodded, Wriothesley put down a cup of warm tea on the table and read some stupid shit charges, such as singing for Furina but off-key, lying about not having dessert at home, hanging wet clothes on rain. The number on your sentence document is "10 days." You are clearly a victim of these stupid crimes.

During these 10 days, you have been assigned to work in Wriothesley's office to replace other prison labor. You read the manual and brew the tea, looking around in confusion, but don't see any other prisoners - are you the only one working here…? You just had to prepare tea, process and deliver documents, but…once you accidentally dropped a piece of the opera cake on the floor (his afternoon tea). Without warning, Wriothesley pulled down your panties and spanked you. Absolute…shock. Could he do this…?

You convince yourself that this might be prison discipline…right? It should be like this, right…?

After working for ten days, you hummed a song and walked briskly, holding the release documents to look for Wriothesley. With a grin, you asked him to sign it in a soft tone.

"Why do you think I'd sign?" He raised his eyebrows and looked up at you, crossing his arms.

Your raised lips froze, and the luster gradually faded from your face. "You-won't you sign?"

Unexpectedly, you receive a confession from "The Duke," the prison administrator. Knowing that it was not a reason for the complaint, you gradually felt relieved. Ask your heart, do you agree to stay -

Agree:

Wriothesley leaves you in the Fortress of Meropide, but also allows you to return to the surface. He is a humorous and considerate boyfriend. The two of you often date at teahouses, coffee shops, and the Fortress of Meropide. Once, Chief Justice met the two of you and sighed in realization. "So this is your mate, for love and mating."

You: (cheeks burning) ?????

Disagree:

There was an argument that ended with Wriothesley pushing you and placing you on the table, forcing your legs apart. It was rough but controlled force - basically no injuries except for bites and hickeys on your neck and inner thighs. Frustrated sobs gave way to reluctant moans. After this, little Sigewinne gave him a rare scolding, and examined and applied medicine to you.

Still, you can't get out of jail. Those handcuffs locked you in his office and resting area. He pats your head and tells you to be good.

[spookyji]

omg that anon is a genius for that thought!! what about Yeonjun finding out his little bunny is in heat? <3

bite me only sleep deprived millie can answer asks like this lol my imagination is awakeee

yeonjun who knows before you do, he’s such an observant n dominating owner n can tell by the slightest changes in your behavior~~ when you cling tighter to him unconsciously when sleeping, unknowingly wanting more attention the day before and being more easily flustered, it tells him but he won’t tell you (doesn’t want to you be stressed) and so when you wake up n everything is hot n all thoughts are overridden with ones of him, the cute little whimpers wake him up, his cute little bunny so flushed and begging him to please, please, please help as you rub yourself against his hand in yours, so small and needy~~ yeonjun who loves when you’re so desperate, nuzzling his jaw as he leans against the headboard, sweet bunny in his lap as he fingers you because even on your heat you need to be prepped for his giant cock, clinging to his shoulders as you needily kiss his neck n whine, almost humping his fingers in such a haze <3 gets you to cum almost instantly with how deprived it feels, telling his sweet bunny to be patient as he touches your tail so teasingly, lightly stroking the soft furs as you sob into his collarbones, begging him to please, please give it to you, please stuff your cunny with his cock, it’s all you can think about

clinging to him as he easily flips you over, pressing your cute chest into the sheets and restraining one of your arms against your back as he just fucks you so hard, just as you want it >< wailing into the sheets and clinging on to them, veiny cock against your tight walls, cute tail n ass bouncing with every thrust against his abs, clenched as he just rails his darling bunny <3 doesn’t even fill you up yet because he lives during your heats, releasing all over his cock only for him to shove you deeper, hitting harder with a firm grip and deeper angle >< fucks you in mating press, plush legs over his shoulder and such relentless strokes, so soft and malleable in his hands as he marks everywhere, bruises on your waist and growling against your breasts, leaving harsh bites everywhere as you sob, tears staining your cheeks as you beg for him for more, even if it’s too much already >< at least six orgasms from his bunny, shoving you into new poses at his will because you’ll take it all, it feels so good and he’s in such a dom mode, totally in control as he wrecks his bunny without restrain, sun up to sun down and filling up his begging bunnywith so much seed, splitting your cute cunny apart and stuffing it with so much white ><

cunny dripping with cum and it’s not enough, so much breeding n sultry whispers as yeonjun fucks his seed deeper and deeper, telling you how you have to have his bunnies, pretty fertile hips n generous breasts perfect for him and just endless breeding, so stuffed with his cum it’s spilling im down your ass and yours is all over his sheets, he can go as long as his bunny needs <3 beg, and beg even more for him to fill you up, don’t you want owner’s seed~? innocent bunny begging for more even though it’s already so much~~ legs sore and cunny so swollen, dripping his cum as he pushes it back in and reminds you to keep it in, can’t waste your owners gift~~ and his sweet bunny, so full and whimpering at how it feels, covered in marks from his possessive bites, floppy ears unable to conceal tear stained cheeks, cum everywhere on your legs n tummy, only a touch to your tummy and it drips out even more >< n heats last three days, he’s going to give you so much more of his love over those days… <3

(yeonjun read the manual, and scoffed at it bc he knows he can do a lot better than what it instructs on how to handle heats (n he’s right~))

[joshslater]

Delayed Graduation

Repost of an old story that was previously flagged as too risqué for tumblr. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

- We might have a solution of sorts for you.

I barely registered principal Johnston talking. My world had been shattered, without warning. It all felt unreal, and most of all unfair. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but there were no witnesses, just my word against hers. She wouldn’t press charges, Johnston had explained. I was almost demanding that she did, so I could clear my name, but thought better of it. If it went to trial all outcomes would be bad, to varying degrees. This way I would just be expelled. I guess I could use the term “drop out” to soften it further. It’s not like the job market is stellar even if you have a degree, but this would firmly pigeon hole me as manual labor.

- What? - I said we might have an arrangement that could interest you.

He pulled out a stack of papers from his manila folder and placed them in front of me, and continued.

- We have a little trial project we would like to push ahead with, to see what the full potential is. Coach Andrews would personally take charge of your training to see how far he can take you in a year. Similar to what he managed to do for Shane O’Brian. Since you will be heavily supervised, fully scheduled and not share any classes with your former class mates, she has agreed to allow you complete your studies under these conditions. It’s not that many months until she graduates anyway. Your graduation obviously will have to wait until next year.

Shane of course was the star of the basket team. He was two years below me, so I didn’t know him, but I heard he had basically never touched a ball before he met coach. He must have been active in something else though, with that body. The girls were swooning like crazy. Some of the boys too, as rumor had it.

- Sir, I’m really grateful for this opportunity, but I’m not really made for sports. Just look at me. Tall and thin. Not much track and field around here. - We are not asking for any miracles. Just follow all instructions given and do your best. That’s all we’re asking.

I started to flip through the papers. I was bored just looking at the page numbers.

- Should I bring this home to my parents? - This is a bit time sensitive, so I’d prefer if you make your decision already today. You’re 18. You get to decide this on your own. Why don’t I leave you for a bit? You can have a read through, and then decide what you want to do.

As he left the room I started to go read through the contract properly. Why do they make things so complicated? The contract really just said that I assumed responsibility for the “infraction”, but the school would not disclose it to anyone unless the contract was breached. I would agree to participate in the athletic education study for one year. In return the school would allow me to graduate next year. But written over 26 pages.

I didn’t feel like I had many options. Initials on every page and signature on the last. Then repeated on the second copy of the contract. I was about to leave and find principal Johnston when he returned, followed by coach Andrews.

- Have you made up your mind, or would you like Mr. Andrews to explain it in more detail. - I’ve already signed the papers. - Oh, well then. I’m so happy we could work something out.

Coach Andrews opened the gym bag he was carrying and pulled out a blue singlet and ear guards, and held them for me to take.

- Let’s try this on right away. - Now? Here?

Johnston opened a door to a side room of his office.

- You can change in the conference room here. - But wrestling?! Have you seen me? - As I said, follow all instructions and do your best is all we ask.

It was the first time I even held a singlet in my hands. I’ve never even thought of how to put one on. It wasn’t hard, just step in them like some shorts and then pull the straps over your shoulders, but I never imagined doing it.

I looked ridiculous. I guess size isn’t as important when the fabric is stretchy, but this sure wasn’t my size. The taut straps pulled the fabric in the groin, while at the same time my thin legs didn’t fill out the legs of the singlet. What a mess. I walked back into the office, naked apart from this one single piece of clothing.

- Should I put on the ear guards as well. - No, that isn’t necessary. Here.

Coach opened a small, brown, glass bottle and poured its contents into a white plastic cup from the water cooler, and handed it to me.

- This is the time sensitive part. Drink up.

This day was going from horrendously bad to confusing to weird. I emptied the cup. The liquid tasted like cough syrup. Sickly sweet and with bitter herbs.

- What is.. *cough* *cough* - Here. Take a seat.

It felt like drinking really hot cocoa when you are frozen. It kind of spreads from the chest to the rest of the body. All of me was getting warm, and an uncomfortable feeling or pressure. Everything was off, like I was drunk, or high or something. It was over in a minute, though it is quite possible my mind was playing tricks and it really was longer than that.

- Stand up against the wall, so I can take a photo.

Bewildered, and with unsteady steps, I did as told. He snapped a few pictures with his phone, and then showed me one.

- Don’t tell me this isn’t a great starting point.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely me in the photo, but it was like the aspect ratio was wrong. I must be several inches shorter, but everything, arms, legs, chest, shoulders, neck, was wider. Even my face was altered, if ever so slightly. Where just minutes before, or whatever, I was a lanky gamer, I now was a hunk of muscle.

- How is this... - Don’t worry about the details. We must work quickly now while you are fresh, to get the wrestling technique right. Meet me in my office tomorrow at 7 am.

With that he slapped me on the shoulder and left. Just as he was about to exit the office, he pulled out a pair of shoes from the bag and placed them at a table.

- Oh, I almost forgot these. Your new size. See you tomorrow!

My head was spinning. What had just happened to me, to my body? Starting point? Principal Johnston had his distinct “anything else?” look.

- What about my studies?

My voice was lower than before, I think.

- You’ll be placed in the athlete’s reduced curriculum class. We just need to retest your proficiency levels first. - Why? I don’t understand. - My point exactly.

He didn’t make any sense. I felt tired, slow and almost dizzy trying to understand him.

- What about this body? What happens when I graduate? - You graduate with the body you have, like everyone else. It’s not like we can change it by magic or anything.

He smiled and chuckled to himself.

- Take your old clothes with you as you leave. Something might still fit.

Nothing did.

[zuppizup]

for soon mates hypothetical baby- i dunno wether it’d be funnier if Ethari was a nervous wreck when rayla went into labour vs if Runaan tried to be level headed but almost gives himself a panic attack

I think Runaan would have them driven absolutely barmy with "advice". Like, he'd definitely be the one sending articles to the family chat about new science in pregnant care/infant health, etc.

Which would stress Rayla out so Callum has a chat to Ethari about it and Ethari gets Runaan to cut down on forwarding this stuff but then Ethari has to deal with hearing about it and he's going out of his mind.

So then Callum hits upon the idea of getting Runaan to read through the instruction manuals for all the various baby items they want to purchase. They get him to weigh up pros and cons and recommend what he thinks is the best.

Which:

Gives Runaan something "useful" to do

More importantly, gives everyone else a break.

As to the whole labour situation, well, I have some ideas as to how all that might go down in this hypothetical situation that will never, ever be written.

[thecandywrites]

Monster March Day 13- Succubus/Incubus/Concubus

The Lotus House

Well, after a spectacularly awful week and what is sure to be just...how things are going to be and how to go from now on. So. I know I'm four days late. But, my hand slipped and then this came out and I actually really like how it turned out. It was really fun to explore it and if you've read any of my other moura works, you've noticed The Lotus House referenced before. Well, thanks to this prompt, I got to really dig into it and really explore this as a whole and really add to my own alternate universe and expound on it, which I had a lot of fun doing.

Now, on with the shameless self indulgence.

Monster March 2023 Day 13- Succubus/Incubus/Concubus

The Lotus House

“Ok, class, welcome to your first class session here at The Lotus House, as always, congratulations for graduating primary school and thank you for continuing your education here, because here at The Lotus House, is where all of you are now at the age and point of maturity where your education can progress to include one more crucial, but pleasurable subject. Sex.” The professor, Dr. Zellora, who was a succubus, so therefore, a natural master at the art of sex, from a female’s perspective- said as she had all the female students in their special Lotus House Student Uniform get into their seats at their desks with their instruction manuals as well as their worksheets for the day already placed on the desks that she had already assigned to her newest class of students. She could only smile at the collective squeals and clapping of her students as all of them practically bounced in excitement in their seats as they eagerly looked over their new instruction manuals and especially at the pictures and diagrams inside.

The Lotus House was an entire school dedicated to Sex Education to educate the general populace of Dorrierra as a whole.  

“Now, here at The Lotus House you will not only learn the basic mechanics of sex in general, but how each species likes to give and receive sexual advances as well. Including the mechanics of each species’ procreation and mating habits and rituals. And as you can tell, each class has at least one, if not several students of each species here in Dorierra so that everyone has a working knowledge of themselves as well as everyone else, no matter their species or hybrids from the various species intermingling. And that means that all the other classes that this class will interact with will also have that variety. The classes are of course very carefully organized to make sure no one student will have to interact with another student who is in the same family. So no kissing cousins or any kind of incenst.” She reassured her students as she could still hear the other teachers instruct their classes in the same manor down the halls and across the halls for that matter. 

The male students got the incubus teachers and the students who didn’t wish to be either classified or distinguished by their sex or gender, got to have the concubus’ as their teachers, and technically got both curriculums. 

However, attendance at The Lotus House was far from mandatory, and some could choose to refuse attendance and learning the curriculum and simply take ‘an entrance and exit exam’. This option was made specifically for the potential student was repulsed by sex, or even romance and intimacy of that nature and was therefore asexual and or aromantic. 

Because the cardinal rule of The Lotus House was that every student accepted into the sexual educational program provided here at The Lotus House- had to be at a state of maturity in both mind and body, willing and happily consenting individual first and foremost.

And for those students who were not naturally inclined to be willing and who did not wish to give their informed consent- even if they had reached maturity in mind in body- could take a very abbreviated course to take the simple textbook test like any other test from primary school. They basically got to learn the bare minimum as far as basic mechanics so that they would not be ignorant or ill informed- so that they could stay at a state of informed refusal of consent to the rest of the classes and courses at The Lotus House but still have “a well rounded” education by Dorierran standards and of course those classes were conducted by other individuals who were of the same disposition so that the students felt comfortable with learning the basic material but would trust that nothing would be asked of them that would put themselves in any state of discomfort, or repulsion. And so if a student was choosing to give informed refusal of consent, they of course would never be asked to engage in any of the activities that were parts of the tests for the curriculum here at The Lotus House. And honestly, it was a very easy course to simply test out of, if the student was not willing or was repulsed by the act or even the very idea themselves being in that kind of physical, or romantic intimacy with anyone else. 

But for the rest of the student population, they of course, had a very rigorous testing to make sure they were physically, mentally, emotionally and especially psychologically mature enough to enter the courses here at The Lotus House and go through the curriculum and testing themselves. 

Dorierra as a whole, prided itself on having The Bride Program that was a system second to none in the whole of the Supersphere. Each bride was capable of being a Queen, Czarina, Empress, Sultana, etc. And the system of educating them- involved more than just how to run a country, as well as how to run a palace or even down to a general household. But how to seduce and keep their ruling husband happy in all respects. Especially in the bedroom because the point was that these future brides would be fertile and produce heirs for their prospective mates, no matter what kind of kingdom he ruled over. From Lord all the way up to King or its equivalent. But that was The Bride Program in a nutshell. But in order to enter the Bride Program these young ladies first needed to finish and round out this portion of their education here at The Lotus House. 

And this aspect of that education was so much more than the art of seduction, the art of sex, the art of either conception or contraception or even the use of sex as a political tool. It allowed a safe environment for education, exploration, information and practice with oversight from the best of the best as far as instructors went. 

But before they could ever get to any of that, these young women especially needed to know how to please themselves first. And the first lesson was always masturbation. Because even if they didn’t have a partner who knew how to please them, they could at the very least please themselves in addition to everything else they could offer in their repertoire. 

The male members of Dorierran society got this education at The Lotus House as well because the Dorierran women who did not either apply or get selected in the Bride Program or simply aged out of it- could then be courted and married by the native Dorierran males and have families of themselves and the point of the male Dorierrans to participate in the classes were first- to offer themselves as test subjects for the young women and two- become very loving, and accommodating and pleasurable partners. And while the women would “miss out” on co-ruling a nation, would still be a loyal life partner and would be coparent to the children and an equal member of the family and care for the household in general. 

So the males, in addition to their own basic education and their courses at The Lotus House, could then continue their own education in any other field or skill for employment in making goods and providing services for the nation of Dorierra as a whole. Even when everything, even things mundane like plumbing and infrastructure were always elevated into artforms since Dorierrans were, if anything, extremely creative. So that everything was a beautiful blend of functionality and gorgeous aesthetic. 

Now there was the traditional primary schooling of course where they learned the basics of language, arithmetic, geography, economics, infrastructure, music, the arts, geology, carpentry, home economics, engineering, and of course, all and every form of government and politics possible. 

Granted the girls’ school was much more intense and equal to that of any other king or professors and were prized for their individual talents and intelligence. However, if a male had a desire to enter into the Bride Program, he got admitted into a subcategory of it-but in order to get there-he needed to graduate from primary school and go into a school, simply known as 3C’s. 

It stood for The School of Courtesans, Concubines and Companions and was seen as just as precious and just as valuable as any "Traditional Bride". 3'C's specifically worked with the LGBTQA+ students who royals who were not attracted to the opposite sex in the “traditional” sense could still have their own pool of every species and gender on any and every spectrum they desired and still have a life partner who would be just as precious as any other. These students usually specifically got the concubus teachers. Where they learned both curriculums and even extra things to use when they were deployed in the 3’C’s category of the Bride Program, if they so wished to- since the Bride Program wasn’t mandatory for citizens of Dorierra, but was a major part of it’s culture and the country’s top export. 

However it was highly encouraged because the Bride Price each bride could ask for-from a potential groom to be his bride was always a premium. There was of course, the entrance income for even applying for the Program. And of course once accepted, a bride could therefore, accept fees just for meeting potential grooms, which there was always a base price per appointment. But the more wealthy the groom, the more he could add on to the meeting fee so that the potential bride would consider him more carefully. And the more desirable the bride, the higher those prices could be. It was all considered income and a large part of any family’s income in addition to the bride herself as an individual. The Bride Program not just financed the country, but specifically the family as well. And it was instrumental in adding to a family’s honor, prestige and social standing. So that while sons were a joy and of course necessary for the country to be practically self sustaining. Every girl was a point of pride, joy and elation. And the more daughters a mother could bear, the greater the family’s chance at succession, wealth and prominence in it’s quarter and district. And this was one of the ways that some students could excel if they lacked in any other area of their education. 

“Now, first, we are going to go over the anatomy of the female sex of every species here in Dorierra…” Dr. Zellora began before she showed the class diagrams of every female sex of every species within Dorierra and out of it, from species who were eager to be accepted within the Dorierran Alliance- so that all the girls could be aware of themselves and each other, and in addition to a traditional test, to pass this first lesson, they needed to go into their private “booths” to actually masturbate using any media they wanted in assistance and had a variety of buttons to press if they needed more one on one help learning themselves, if they hadn’t already begun to experiment with it themselves at home. 

Dr. Zellora simply grinned when she could already see the lights in the boys’ side of the classroom that shared a wall to one side- light up to show they had completed and “passed” this first test which was to successfully masturbate to the point of orgasm- within mere minutes to show they were done. It was a silent light that flashed for only a mere moment before the student left, gathered their other supplies, put them into the special backpack along with their other special Lotus House supplies. 

But while this first lesson, the boys usually got through quicker than the girls did. It was going to be the later lessons where they would practice on each other, where the boys would then have much greater difficulty and the girls would once again, gain quite a considerable lead and then easily excel and be much quicker to master the art of all avenues of sex in general. 

But she knew that while girls usually took a bit longer, that their orgasms tended to be bigger and lasted much longer than the boys’ did. She simply looked over her next lesson and “homework” she would be assigning for the day which was to see if the girls could masturbate both quietly and loudly and something in between at home and in private. 

Then she smiled happily when she sensed then heard the tell tale signs of her students succeeding in giving themselves orgasms before they lit the light that they had finished and then collected themselves, got redressed and regained their composure and left their individual booths that had their names on them and began to gather up their own materials. 

But they couldn’t leave just yet, they still had to wait to go up to her desk, give her a brief description of what they had done and how that orgasm was achieved and then got constructive criticisms on how to make it better for themselves as well as their homework for the night before they were excused from class for the day. 

But that wasn’t to say that the girls still would slowly slip through the school, curiously look in on the other classes and giggle and gossip about which classes they were going to be ‘pairing up’ with. Because each student in each class was assigned a companion class from both the concubus’ and the incubus’ teachers as the students from 3’C’s were also here among them as well. So that everyone got to experience everything on the spectrum in a safe, consensual, educational and if anything, a very fun way. Of course, the larger bodied students would be disqualified from pairing with the smallest and most petite of the other students because they didn’t want any harm to come from any attempts that would put the physical nature of the student at risk. 

However, there was just one more- cardinal rule- no committed, monogamous romantic entanglements and relationships with the other students in the class you were paired in were tolerated and such things were nearly impossible to hide. Because in essence, of the classes that were paired up, and even between classes in the whole of the school- all the students could and, in most cases, would, fuck each other, they just couldn’t do so exclusively with one favorite partner and run the risk of falling love and either have to break off the relationship or risk being disqualified from The Bride Program, if not expulsion from The Lotus House in general. 

Contraceptives of course were given to all students to keep pregnancy at bay and for the young women who graduated The Lotus House, got to go through a “purification” ritual where they would be turned back into physical virgins for the most pious of grooms. But just because they were technically virgins, meant no penile/vaginal intercourse. Oral sex, anal sex and handjobs were of course always allowed and encouraged as more of a “work around” after the purification ritual, which, in times of heated passion could always be re-performed. 

And once a student graduated from the course, they could always come back to The Lotus House to get those needs met until such a time as they either aged out, or were selected as a bride if they chose to go into the Bride Program. And graduates were always encouraged to come back to “practice” with students to help them along in the course and of course give more detailed advice and constructive criticism that they wouldn’t necessarily receive from their partners who were still new and still learning all of this themselves. 

And from where Dr. Zellora sat, she could already tell who her top students were going to be. And which ones would really come into their own and really blossom and bloom beautifully with the program. And which ones, with just a bit more guidance and one on one training could be just as successful and just as prized as the “naturally gifted” already were. 

Because if Dr. Zellora knew anything, it was that even the most “plain” looking student, no matter their gender or identity, could be the most prolific and most gifted student and be at the top of their class because sometimes the most keen intellect hid behind a veil of “plainness”. Because here, students learned how to use and enhance their natural beauty and other gifts and talents, but most of all- how to use and enhance the most precious asset any student had- their mind. 

She looked up and saw the first call light, letting know that a student needed her assistance and was up on her feet and quickly making her way to the student’s “cubical”. 

“This just feels…weird.” Her student Senora murmured as she had her blanket covering over her otherwise naked body while her uniform hung up neatly on the hanger in the small closet and her books and other materials were on the desk next to the bed. And one of the bottles of sex oil next to her while her cheeks were flushed but confusion and irritation and frustration clearly on her otherwise gorgeous features. 

“I know, it usually does feel weird- the first few times here especially.” Dr. Zellora offered as she sat on the small stool in the private booth for her that was tucked underneath a small desk. 

“So have you ever done this before?” Dr. Zellora asked calmly and professionally. 

“Yes, I did it last night! Twice! Plus I know I’ve cum in my dreams before, I’ve had dreams about sex and being intimate with partners in my dreams but…just…doing it now, in a class of all places, it just…I can’t relax and focus.” Senora confessed. 

“And that’s half the battle and one that every student fights to gain ground on, for some it’s a bunny hill, others it feels like a mountain and it differs from individual to individual and all of it is ok and perfectly normal.” Dr. Zellora reassured her. 

“Ok. So we are going to do a grounding and a focusing exercise ok?” Dr. Zellora urged her before Senora nodded in agreement and understanding. 

“Now, relax. Take a breath, we are going to do the 4 count breath first. So in four counts take one full, deep breath in, then we are going to hold it for four counts, then exhale that breath in four counts and keep it out for 4 counts and repeat as many times it takes to relax and calm down ok? You can even close your eyes if you want to.” Dr. Zellora explained. 

“Ok, deep breath in- 1, 2, 3, 4. Keep it in- 1, 2, 3, 4. Good, Now, exhale- 1, 2, 3, 4.” Dr. Zellora counted with her as she did her best to sync her breath with Senora’s and then they did the breath together several times as Dr. Zellora kept her keen eye on Senora’s features as her pinched brows lessoned and the muscles of her brow relaxed, then it was her jaw relaxing, then the shoulder drop and soon Senora had succeeded in fully relaxing her body as she kept her eyes serenely closed as she mentally did the count while trying to relax. 

“Good job. Ok, now keep your eyes closed, in your dreams where you were having sex, was it with anyone in particular or simply someone you saw on the street and don’t know?” Dr. Zellora asked. 

“It’s someone that I don’t know in real life, but I keep seeing him in my dreams. And I’ve dreamed of him over and over again for..at least a year now.” Senora admitted. 

“Describe him.” Dr. Zellora invited. 

“He’s..tall…he’s a tiefling. He’s this beautiful slate gray color, practically silver.” Senora began before a fond smile bloomed on her features and Dr. Zellora could see Senora’s own tail wagging and wriggling under the blanket past her own feet. 

“What else?” Dr. Zellora gently prodded. 

“He has this…gold tattoo on his neck and his chest. It’s from the oriental in style. His long, inky black hair hangs in his face and covers up his otherwise, gorgeous angular face. His handsome horns start out a dark, stormy gray, almost black and gradually get lighter towards the tips and are ribbed and ringed, and start at the back of his head and like a halo come up and around his head.” She continued as she pulled her hands up to illustrate with her own hands. 

“They’re perfect to hold onto when he goes down on me. And he is just..his tongue, you wouldn’t think it was as thick yet deliciously long as it is, but it is. Oh gods, is it magnificent.” Senora praised as Dr. Zellora saw Senora’s legs start to part under the blankets while her tail wiggled even faster and practically buzzed against the soft blanket.  

“So do you ever see his eyes?” Dr. Zellora asked. 

“Yes. They’re this gorgeous slate, steel blue. It compliments the gold of his tattoo and they almost glow when he looks up at me from between my legs and just as he gets me to my first peak, he climbs up and mounts me like the stud he is. Gods, he just, he is naturally lithe but he works so hard to build good and strong muscle on his frame and while it’s not terribly bulky, it’s more than enough to give him the heft and like a ship with an anchor in a storm, it’s like he anchors me and holds me and keeps me safe and warm and my horns fit so perfectly between his. And it’s like we’re two puzzle pieces fitting together.” Senora continued as Dr. Zellora could prod mentally enough that she too could see him, plain as day, almost as if he was right there in the room with them. 

“Good, now keep that in mind, and let your body follow the fantasy.” Dr. Zellora instructed before she slipped out of the cubical to let Senora pick up where she left off and wasn’t even all the way to her desk before she heard Senora whimper a keen of pleasured release. 

But the moment she had left the cubicle and slipped the door close with her exit- she suddenly realized something was very, very wrong. Another cubi was interfering with her brand new student. She could still sense the telepathic connection. It was another cubi feeding her newest student this fantasy and engaging in it with her right in the moment! Which she was certain she herself had put into the rulebook was not allowed because the boy was not from the paired class next door. Or even the 3’C’s class across the hall. It was from another classroom beyond and she could follow the connection all the way to…she got him! Oh and in Dr. Sozzo’s class of all things. She telepathically alerted Dr. Sozzo of the situation and he mentally let her lead her to the link so that he too could trace it from the source to the target. And Dr. Sozzo telepathically assured her that he would handle it. And that he would keep this student after class so that they could deal with him together. Which she was grateful for, and encouraged Dr. Sozzo to look through the rulebook and look for this kind of situation in particular. To see if this was covered and if it wasn’t. It needed to be added and amended because this was the greatest threat to The Bride Program, much less The Lotus House. Because of all the species in Dorierra, cubi, whetter they be succubi, incubi or concubi- becuase of their telpathic ability and even their other naturally self shifting ability to could easily become their target’s fantasy to get them to orgasm easiest. Which such a gift and talent was allowed for the species. Especially when they were partnered with the more introverted and shy students. But this was not that. Not even close.  

Dr. Zellora then shifted her focus to the other students who had already taken seats in such a way so that they could each have their turn to give feedback and get their homework before they got dismissed as Senora was one of the last of her students to do so. But Dr. Zellora was the most proud of Senora’s ability to push through and overcome her obstacles with a proud smile on her face and once the last of her students had finished, and dismissed, her professional and proud smile for her students vanished in an instant as she didn’t hesitate to take care of this matter personally. 

She didn’t even bother to pack up before she left the classroom and walked determinedly down the hall to where another incubi teacher, Dr. Sozzo was holding the particular student behind in his class so that she could speak with the student in question. 

The moment she came into the classroom, the student in question simply ducked his head in embarrassment as his cheeks flushed while his tail wrapped itself around his own leg and the leg of the chair. 

“Dr. Zellora, may I introduce my student, Mr. Volron Korronos.” Dr. Sozzo said as he gestured to the student in question as he was still flipping through the rulebook to aid Dr. Zellora before she pulled out another chair and put it in front of the student so that only his desk separated them as Dr. Sozzo got up and leaned against a desk, perpendicular to them with the rulebook still in hand. 

“So? Do you know why I’m here?” Dr. Zellora asked the student. 

“I didn’t break any rules.” Volron insisted. 

“Really? That’s the story you’re going to claim and stick to?” She questioned as she raised her eyebrow and fixed him with a look that practically bored through him. 

“I didn’t!” Volron insisted. 

“Dr. Sozzo?” Dr. Zellora asked as she noticed Dr. Sozzo still was thumbing through The Lotus House rulebook to make sure that there wasn’t any technicality either way. 

“So far, no he has not. But I’m only half way through it.” Dr. Sozzo placated.  

“Volron, look at me, look into my eyes and really look at me, not at the desk, not at the ceiling, nothing else, look at me.” Dr. Zellora insisted before Volron did so. 

“First off, I felt your connection that you had established with Miss Senora. Don’t deny that you made one, because it’s been there for at least a year. Right at the same time you and Miss Senora’s older brother got into this school and in this class together. And because I have telepathic abilities myself I saw how you managed to give yourself certain features that would keep Miss Senora from recognizing you in the waking world. But having a crush on your best friend’s little sister is one thing. What you have done, is sabotage Miss Senora just as she is starting in the program and now cannot get a sexual release without you or her fantasy that you’ve turned yourself into in her head. Now while she is still none the wiser and probably won’t know what you’ve done, you are incubi. And being incubi, yourself, you should know better and be better.” She insisted, her tone, sharp and biting as her features showed just how upset and downright angry she was about this incident because of her own motherly instinct to both educate and protect each of her students, especially the ones who were brand new to The Lotus House before Dr. Sozzo’s tail simply wrapped around hers out of Volron’s view as a way to keep her from going outside of her own professional lines and boundaries, but also let her know that he agreed with her points, but that she needed to handle this situation with care all the same, both physically and telepathically.  

“But it’s not fair that all of us cubi’s are held to this super high perfect standard.” Volron practically pouted. 

“Dr. Sozzo? Has Mr. Volron had any difficulties in class or his assignments?” She asked as she turned to Dr. Sozzo. 

“Nope, so far, he’s gotten practically perfect scores except for the last few weeks, his feedback has been that he’s nervous, anxious and disingenuous.” Dr. Sozzo answered as he continued to look through the rulebook. 

“And how was his performance today?” She asked Dr. Sozzo. 

“He’s been quite distracted and inattentive.” He answered honestly.  

“So your crush is already starting to bite you in the ass.” She surmised to Volron who only flushed harder and looked away guiltily. 

“It’s a crush, she’ll learn to get over it.” He murmured quietly. 

“But I can sense that you feel that you won’t.” Dr. Sozzo noted calmly and surprisingly gently all the same. 

“As can I.” Dr. Zellora readily agreed. 

“I just…I need time. Ok? It’s a stupid little crush and it’ll be over soon, practically any time now.” Volron insisted. 

“Except when she gets released into the clinical studies. Where she can practice on other students from all the other classes and even other graduates! When she gets to practice on more people than just the students in the classes paired with hers. If this is still going on by then and you two happen to meet in clinics. She will know and she will be mortified, if not gutted, and feel her privacy is and was being invaded. And she will be hurt and betrayed and she may even drop out of the program here at The Lotus House, if not the Bride Program beyond that- altogether. So you need to sever this connection and stop this immediately. The fact that you’ve had this under the radar so to speak for the last year, is frankly, astonishing and a bit of an oversight.” Dr. Zellora said with a meaningful look at Dr. Sozzo who simply nodded in agreement but kept his gaze on the rulebook he was continuing to go through. 

“Yes, that was an oversight on my part. I will make sure I’m much more careful and aware of my students so that I may hold them accountable, especially in this very sensitive area.” Dr. Sozzo reassured Dr. Zellora. 

“You don’t think I’ve tried?! I’ve tried to cut it off! I’ve tried to quit it, but by the time I knew I had started I was already in the middle and when she reaches out to me and for me, it’s stronger than any other siren’s call ok? I have tried, so hard to resist answering and keeping the connection cut off, and then today…” Volron began to justify before he trailed off as his brain couldn’t decide which words to use to describe his feelings before he took a calming breath. 

“I didn’t think having her so close would cause problems. I didn’t think that she’d be here and look as gorgeous as she is in the uniform, something I’ve fantasized for the last year and then when I felt her struggling, I just couldn’t let her fail or make her feel broken because it was her first day and she felt like she was already starting behind everyone else.” Volron confessed as he ran his fingers through his shaggy hair to scratch around where his own horns grew out of his head. 

“But you’ve made yourself an unattainable illusion for you both. And you’ve set both of yourselves up for failure.” Dr. Sozzo reminded his student with a soft but still firm look and tone all the same. 

“I know. I know. Believe me, now I know that, all too well.” Volron readily admitted before he dragged his hands down his face. 

“So what is going to happen, when she meets any number of other students who actually do fit the description you have given yourself in the fantasy that you two share? Don’t you think she is going to have a greater than average transference to them? And won’t their own rejection of her over-enthusiasm hurt her worse than simply failing a simple task in school?” Dr. Zellora asked Volron. 

“It will.” Volron readily agreed as she and Dr. Sozzo could see his guilt begin to eat away at him. 

“Volron, you are not alone. All of us cubi have both a gift so great it can be a curse. We find a person who we find is our object of desire and affection and immediately want to be that person’s vision of perfection. No matter how we have to twist and contort and distort ourselves to do it. If Miss Senora was another cubi herself. I’m sure she would have figured it out by now. But she’s teifling, which I know are very close in species to us, in fact, besides other cubi, teifling cubi and moura crosses is literally who founded and built The Lotus House to begin with. And I know it’s a daunting task to come to the very place our own ancestors built. And easily excel to the point that we are our own gold standards. And it sucks dead air when we find we’re still imperfect, and we still make mistakes and we still screw up just like everyone else. And sometimes the harder we try, the worse we make it for ourselves.” Dr. Sozzo comforted his student as he closed the book once he reached the end and gave Dr. Zellora a subtle shake of his head that he couldn’t find any technicality in the rulebook that applied to this specific situation, and simply set it down on the desk behind. 

“While it is true that there isn’t technically a rule that has been broken, because your class isn’t paired and won’t be paired with Miss Senora’s class, you have still broken the spirit of many of them anyway. Because as you know, in the clinic, that is where all the students of the school will interact with all the other students in the school and because there is no blood relation between you and Miss Senora, there wouldn’t be any rule keeping you two from having sessions together when Miss Senora’s class would be released into the clinic. But what I can do, is still flag you for this incident so that when she does get released into the clinic, she will have the option of taking anyone else but you and those in her own family in the clinic sessions.” Dr. Sozzo leveled before Volron’s eyes got extra large in fear as the panic that gripped his chest was palpable even for Dr. Sozzo and Dr. Zellora. 

“Wow. That was quite the reaction.” Dr. Zellora noted as she seemed to swallow down the feeling of instant nausea from anxiety and shake her head to distance herself from the feelings of the student she had been probing only moments before. 

“Dr. Zellora, Miss Senora is your student. And she, of course, should get difference in this situation and other situations like this in the future, And considering what has already transpired and what could potentially transpire in the future, I will leave it to you to decide because Miss Senora’s safety, her autonomy, privacy and her own modesty should be the priority in this situation.” Dr. Sozzo put to Dr. Zellora.  

“I agree. But I still wish to give Miss Senora the best possible start, while not hindering Mr. Volron’s progress either. So, the way I see it, there are three options. The first, is that today will be the last interference between Mr. Volron and Miss Senora and we simply put a note that should it happen again, it can be flagged in the future. That’s option one. Option two, if you feel you are past the point of keeping yourself from repeating this behavior, we will need to flag you and you will meet with Miss Senora and you will come clean. Because she will need to know what she is also being flagged for something she is innocent of.” Dr. Zellora held up a first and then second finger. 

“And option three?” Volron winced. 

“The Exit Exam from the Lotus House and expulsion from using it while her class is in the clinic on the off chance that you two would continue to seek each other out. Because she has the potential to be a great and fantastic candidate for the Bride Program if she so wishes to be. But I will not have you ruining her chances and success both here at The Lotus House and the greater Bride Program as a whole over- as you put it “a silly little crush”.” Dr. Zellora stated. 

“Option 1 please.” Volron requested. 

“It could be worse.” Dr. Sozzo offered. 

“Ok. Dr. Sozzo, please put a note in Mr. Volron’s file to keep an eye on this particular situation to be sure that this no longer escalates. And I of course keep my eye and senses on Miss Senora as well. And should we need to revisit this topic, more serious measures will be used and implemented. Up to and including expulsion.” Dr. Zellora dictated before she sat up smoothed out her outfit and gave Dr. Sozzo a nod and a gentle squeeze of his arm as she passed him before she left which Dr. Sozzo simply let out a small breath of relief once she did exit. 

“Shit.” Volron slumped in his seat once Dr. Zellora left and held his head in his hands while Dr. Sozza put the book itself back on the shelf it usually sat on as Dr. Sozza smiled bittersweetly to himself. 

“How? She could already know and figured it out and her family would hate me and mine over this?” Volron asked. 

“Well, that, and you could have done what I did when I was in your shoes when I was your age.” Dr. Sozza muttered before he walked back towards his desk to begin to pack up which perked up Volron’s ears and head to hear it. 

“What happened?” Volron asked as he picked up his head and leaned towards his instructor to consider his instructor curiously, because Dr. Sozzo was just as respected and renowned of a professional as Dr. Zellora was. 

“I did everything I could to get paired up with my wife in the clinic. Because I was like you, she was the little sister of my best friend. And I went as far as changing myself into the illusion I made myself into- in her dreams because I wanted that ‘I’ve waited for you my whole life, you’re my soul mate and one true love, man of my dreams’ thing. And I got caught red handed. The Principal was my teacher. And he only gave me the second or third option. So, in front of her, I had to show her the real me. And she was mortified, gutted, she felt betrayed but most of all, she was pissed. And I did get expelled.” Dr. Sozzo recounted.  

“So..how did you get to be a teacher here then?” Volron asked and that’s when Dr. Sozzo’s smile grew wider, and prouder. 

“Once my wife got a chance to take a step back, cool off, and rethink the situation as well as the consequences and the impact of the actions that were made, she came to me and we talked it out and she gave me the chance to come really come clean about everything. And we came to an understanding. And then she made a case for me and fought it - both for and with me to get me back into the school and back into class. And so I could come back and actually get a chance to graduate. Instead of being dropped out and dishonorably discharged and never welcome back on school grounds again. Because by then, she understood how and why I did it. And she was fighting the illusion because she was falling for the real me anyway and when she saw the illusion, her heart and stomach sank and she felt torn and conflicted and she was relieved to see the real me. And relieved that the illusion she was afraid to believe was real, and the real person she had fallen in love with were the same person. She didn’t want the Bride Program and had already made that sentiment known from the start. Because she knew even in primary school that she wanted and was going to be a teacher here, like most cubi in Dorierra are and usually end up being. She used the rulebook and practically rewrote it and then revised it to what we currently have right now. She fought and she won but she literally wrote the rules and chapter about relationships between students and it interfering in the program here at The Lotus House and The Bride Program as a whole because had she been anything other than a cubi herself with her career goals already set that had nothing to do with the Bride Program, it could have been a disaster. Now though, I think she’ll add one because you’re not the first nor will you be the last to go through this. But she saved me and she made it possible for me to redeem myself and re-earn her trust and respect and re-earn everyone else’s trust and respect too. And honestly, in the long run, she also saved my chance to pursue my career. All by loving me and all my flaws and accepting me as I was. And she could still see potential in me and she could see the great potential I had and didn’t feel that all that potential should be lost and wasted because of a mistake. And she didn’t want me throwing away my future just to follow my own desire and love for her. So she made it so that we both won.” Dr. Sozzo praised proudly. 

“She must have been one hell of a woman.” Volron mused. 

“She always has been and still is and always will be, at least in my book. So, don’t lose hope, kid. If it ends up being more than a crush, the best thing you can do for yourself and for her is to just be honest and upfront about it and not just some of it, but all of it and be as transparent about it. And don’t lose yourself in your own illusion either. Let dreams be dreams, both literal and figurative. But don’t let those get in the way of your reality. And your own future.” Dr. Sozzo sagely advised as he finished packing up. 

“Gonna head out?” Dr. Sozzo said as he nodded towards the door. 

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. Thanks, for everything. And I’m really happy it worked out for you. I hope you’re both really happy together.” Volron offered. 

“Thanks, we are, at least, that’s what she keeps telling me.” Dr. Sozzo grinned as he and Volron left the class before Dr. Sozzo locked up the classroom. 

“Who is she by the way? Is she still teaching here? Could I meet her and ask her about it?” Volron asked. 

“Yeah, she’s still teaching and she’s still here. But you’ve already met her and kind of talked about it with her. At least officially anyway. Who do you think was just in here with us?” Dr. Sozzo asked as he started to walk towards his wife’s, Dr. Zallora’s classroom as she was just finishing up packing up for the day too. 

“Dr. Zallora?!” Volron balked. 

“Yeah. So when she was telling you how Miss Senora might feel? She was telling you that from experience. From her experience with me and other experiences we’ve both had as students and teachers ever since. So she’s been in Miss Senora’s shoes too. We’ve been married 54 years this summer. Don’t worry, she never stops fighting for what’s right and still fights for the safety of her students. And trust me, all of us cubi’s no matter the kind, all of us go through this. Some of us just sooner than others.” Dr. Sozzo consoled. 

“But if you really, honestly care for Miss Senora, then be honest and come clean anyway, whether you’re told to or not. You might be pleasantly surprised at the outcome because rejection is not the end of the world or the worst thing that can happen. It’s still early and there’s still time to make this right and move on and move forward from here. You’re nowhere near the point of no return.There have been times where this has played out in much worse ways. It’s just that we have to be extra cautious, especially here.” Dr. Sozzo added. 

“But just because I sympathize and empathize with you kid, doesn’t mean I’m gonna turn a blind eye. If anything, I get to keeper a closer eye on you than usual. But it’ll be ok, you’ll get through this. It’s a growing pain everyone, especially us cubi’s get to go through. This too can and will pass. Don’t lose heart or courage now. If anything. Fight to stay and actually play by the rules, both by the letter and in the spirit of them too. And don’t try to look for any more loopholes to try to slide and sneak through or corners to cut. Because as you can see, it will all come back to bite you in the ass, both literally and most of all figuratively. The rules are here for a reason. And they’re to protect us. If not from others, especially from ourselves sometimes because ‘young and stupid’ usually does the most damage. You’ll be ok. Go home, think it over, get a good night’s sleep and tomorrow is a new and hopefully better day than today was.” Dr. Sozzo encouraged before he continued on to meet his wife who was just now gathering her stuff and leaving and locking her own classroom before they left hand in hand, each carrying their bags in their other hands, their tails wrapped around the other as their steps soon synced up as Volron simply looked on, sorrowfully wishing he could have the same happiness someday. 

He went to leave the building only to see Senora there with her brother, Sullamore, who was chatting up the other girls from the other classes while Senora was still sitting there, going over her new textbook, specifically about cubi’s which made Volron’s gut drop and clench. 

“Hey Ron, hey I have a question, do you know of any other gray teiflings in your class that have gold tattoos?” She asked curiously. 

“Nope.” Volron shook his head as he ducked his head lower and hoped his shaggy hair hid his burning cheeks. 

“Do you know of any student in the school who does? Cause you’re in the clinic right? Is there anyone on the 3’C’s side like that? Or maybe royalty? I wonder if it’s a thing royal tieflings do. I should go to the library.” She insisted as she got up and dusted off her uniform and told her brother she needed to go to the library. 

“I’ll walk you there.” Volron volunteered. 

“Cool, thanks Bruh.” Amore thanked him. 

“No problem.” Volron nodded as he walked back into the school and towards the library with Senora. 

“So can I talk to you about school or would that be too weird?” She asked. 

“Talk away.” Volron invited. 

“You know how you get the same dream over and over again and you can swear it’s real or maybe a premonition or something? Like there are the usual dreams and even nightmares and then there are those other dreams where it’s like ‘this week on this chapter of the saga’ kind of thing?” She asked. 

“Yup.” Volon nodded and bit his lips to keep himself from saying much more about it. 

“Well I’ve been having one of those dreams that it’s like I’m sharing them with someone else, like they’re so real and everything is so intense and it’s somehow surreal yet, real? Does that make sense? No that doesn’t make any sense. Um…” She chattered as she tried to find the right words. 

“No, I get what you mean.” He reassured her. 

“Thanks, it seems like you’re the only one who really does. Probably cause you’re incubi huh?” She asked with a fond smile. 

“I don’t have to use my cubi stuff to get or understand or know what you’re talking about Nora. Anyone with half a wit or half a brain could keep up. Not that you’re stupid, but it’s…you’re fine. It’s ok, you’re good.” He insisted and before he knew it, his steps had unconsciously synched with hers and his tail was fighting not to twist around hers. 

“I know what you mean Ronnie.” She reassured him as she slipped her arm around his as he led the way to the library and suddenly Volron couldn’t take it. He needed to come clean, he thought he could keep up the charade, he really did, but after this afternoon, and after the talk he just had, he knew he was in over his head and like a bandaid, he just needed to rip it off and come clean. Because Nora deserved to know. She was owed that much, from him at least. But by the time he had made up his mind, they were in the library and she left him holding her bag so she could peruse the aisles looking for the royal teifling section and was already pulling books out left and right before she had a whole stack of them in her arms and was carrying them to a table and the last thing Volron wanted was for her to waste hours of her time looking for something that wasn’t there. 

“Nora, Nora, Senora!” He finally called to her as she had gone back to the shelves to look for more and pull even more out. 

“What?” She asked as she looked at him in a bit of confusion and bewilderment as to why he was suddenly using her full name to get her full attention. He never did that unless he was about to tell her something very serious. 

“Don’t…don’t waste your time. I can already tell you that you could read this whole section and you won’t find what you’re looking for.” He told her as he stopped her from getting any more books off the shelves. 

“Why? Because you’ve already read all of these?” She asked. 

“No, because I already know what you’re looking for, you’re looking for this right?” He asked her as he mentally put the illusion into her head before her face scrunched up in weary confusion. 

“That’s not fair. How’d you get in my head to see that like that? Like I didn’t even feel…” She began before she watched as he slowly started to change his physical appearance to mimic the illusion and she dropped her stack of books and her hands went to her face as she gasped as tears came to her eyes. 

“Oh gods…you? It’s been you? This whole time? It’s been you putting that in my head?” Senora asked. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I fucked up. I’m sorry. I’ve really, really, really liked you and had the biggest crush on you and then at the end of primary school when Amore and I moved on from Primary to here and I missed you so much and I learned how to do it and then turned my own fantasy into your fantasy and then before I knew it, we were already in the middle and I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, I thought it was just going to be a quick crush and we’d both get over it and move on and then once that link was made and the more you used it to reach out to me and hte more I answered your call, the stronger it was and then today, today…” His voice cut off from getting thick with emotion. 

“You got caught. I…in class, I called to you and you answered me and helped me and got caught.” She realized as her eyes soon began to suck up the tears before they could really fall. 

“Yeah, so…that’s why I had to stay behind in class. Because I had to have a talk and get the third degree from my teacher and especially yours.” He admitted. 

“So…so what do we do? What can we do?” She asked. 

“I got off with a warning but only with the understanding that I sever it for good. And I don’t use it and find a way to keep you from using it too. And that way we can still stay in the classes and get to clinic but now I’m under the microscope. Because I’m cubi so, of course we’re always under the microscope while also being put on a pedestal and expect to be perfect and…” He started to say before she stepped over the books and just hugged him and he couldn’t help but hug her back. 

“So why did you choose that illusion?” She asked, her words muffled by his own uniform. 

“Because you said Muran Grayson was cute.” He admitted before she snickered a laugh. 

“He is, he knows it too, he’s full of himself and has an ego the size of the whole damn Lotus House.” She murmured. 

“Why’d you choose that tattoo?” She asked. 

“Cause you said you liked the oriental Cisoras cause the food is always awesome and it’s a sea of red and gold.” He answered. 

“So you literally just took all my favorite things and tried to make what you thought my picture perfect illusion of the perfect tiefling would be?” She guessed as she lifted her head from his chest and peered up at him curiously, noticing he still had the same gorgeous blue eyes that she had always loved and before she could stop herself, she pushed up to tip toe and met his lips with hers and while her horns still scraped against hers and didn’t as perfectly as they could when in the illusion, it didn’t matter. 

She liked him back! She liked him back enough that she initiated it and the link was back and instead of going through the illusion, it was like it was a fog and it got lifted and only got clearer and stronger and now with their close proximity, it was damn near magnetic. 

And before they either knew it, he had lifted her up, as she had moved the wrap to her dress like uniform to reveal her sex while he had done the same to join his flesh with hers as he pinned her up to the bookshelf as he seated himself fully into her as she bit his lip hard enough to break skin as his cock has broken her maidenhood for the blood for blood exchange to be equal and while both had hurt, the pleasure such actions caused eclipsed the pain. It was only when she pulled back to suddenly pull in a gasp of air that his mouth finally left hers to trail scorching kisses, licks and nips down the column of her neck only to move her uniform over to reveal her collarbone to leave another bite, equal to the one she had left on his lip that his saliva was already stinging but healing all the same. But the moaning keen he had already becoming addicted to in his dreams was better than it ever was in the dream world because it was real. It was a real sound that she made with her own throat and in response to his minstrations and the pleasure they were giving each other was better than any drug, any candy, any spice, any liquor. Nothing compared to this. 

And as much as Volron wanted and needed to hold her up and bulk up and gain strength, he found, his will was finding a way to push his body through this. Because as much as he gave and took from her, the least he felt he could give her, was this. Even if this had to be the one and only and even if this had to be a first and last, it would be worth it. 

“Stop thinking like that Ronnie. Just stay with me. Just stay.” Nora murmured into his ear before she playfully nipped at the tip which only caused his hips to jerk and stutter. Because while he had just been released into the clinic and had already paired with everyone else in his own paired classes, it was like this was his first time all over again. 

“Get down, before your legs give out.” She cooed and he tried, gods he tried to set them down gently. But his legs practically folded under them and they practically fell in a heap onto each other right there in the hall of the library. Senora snorted a laugh but moved them so he could sit back on the floor against the books himself before she climbed into his lap and picked up right where they had left off as they both appreciated the fact that even while in full uniform, it was made in such a way so that when worn, it would preserve modesty, but with a few key adjustments it could be rearranged to allow easy access to their own and each other’s bodies. 

Volron was doing everything in his power to hold on and not cum immediately. He was doing everything he could to give as much pleasure, and love and affection felt like he was practically pouring all of himself into her. Which for cubi, was part of the process, you give to heighten the other’s arousal and intensity- only to pull it back after. But he would not be pulling back any of it. He would simply give, and never take, not from her. 

Because of their shared connection, when Senora orgasmed, it was as if this intensely colorful bliss, combined with an explosion of pleasure, like watching a firework explode in the sky before you heard and felt the boom of it in your chest and even then the rest of your body. It was the greatest orgasm yet. Better and greater than any and all they had shared in the dream world, practically combined. And for a small eternity, they simply got to bask in the afterglow as their bodies tensed before they both relaxed against the other’s. As Senora was careful that she laid her head on the part of his upper chest that her horns wouldn’t poke at him but wrapped her arms around his bare chest so that their hearts could beat together while she held onto the mental connection like a lifeline and just as strongly as she was continuing to hold onto him and frankly, just as hard as he was holding onto her. 

“Nora, I was told that we can’t do..what we just did, anymore. That if we do. We both would get flagged in the clinic, or if push came to shove, I could get kicked out entirely.” Volron softly murmured. 

“Are we breaking any of the rules now?” She asked before she lifted her head to consider him curiously. 

“No. while technically we’re not breaking any, we’re breaking the spirit of a lot of them.” 

“Because you’re cubi and I’m a moura teifling and moura cubi hybrid and there’s rules about cubi and cubi hybrids.” She finished. 

“Yeah, and the fact that this has been going on for as long as it has and it’s affecting us here.” He stated. 

“Ah. And let me guess, Dr. Zellora didn’t want my future in The Bride Program compromised.” Senora concluded. 

“Yeah.” 

“Well it won’t.” Senora insisted with a reassuring smile. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna drop out of it just because of me, most families bank on it.” Volron pleaded. 

“Nope. Don’t worry about it. And don’t worry about me or my future in the Bride Program or breaking any rules or anything like that ok? If we have to keep it quiet at school then we will. Don’t let me hold you back or get you expelled ok? There’s no rules about who we get to do our homework out of school with, right?” She asked with a scheming smile. 

“But I want to play by the rules, both by the letter and the spirit and I don’t want this to bite us in the ass like it did to me today.” Volron urged her. 

“It won’t. We can be careful. Do I need to bite it myself to help it feel better? Which cheek did they get you in?” She licentiously teased. 

“Gods you’re too perfect. You’re going to be the death of me.” Volron said. 

“Maybe, the year is just starting for me. And while you only have two more. And I have three, this is just the beginning. We’ll see where and how it takes us. Wherever that may be. But we’ll have fun along the way. I know we will.” She reassured him before she gave him one last sweet kiss before they got untangled and regrouped before he helped her put the books back into their proper places before they left the library and he walked her home. 

“Hey, did you guys find what you were looking for?” Amore asked. 

“Yup. I had some homework in future classes I wanted to get a head start on. So Ronnie offered to help me with my homework, since he’s the pro right?” Senora smiled happily. 

“Cool, cool.” Amore nodded before he put a hand on his friends shoulder. 

“Homework is one thing and school work is another. And I know you’ve always liked her, but you break her heart, I break your tail off.” Amore threatened in his ear but because of the connection, Senora’s body stood straight before her ears laid back angrily before she turned on her heel and got in your brother’s face. 

“You break his tail, I cut your dick off. He may be your friend- but he’s my friend too. He agreed to be my study partner when I asked. The rules state that older students are allowed to assist younger students when the younger students reach out to them. Which I did. I’m allowed to have those and choose the person I’m most comfortable with and for me and for right now and the near future- that’s Volron. I know you’re my big brother but if you can have sex and fuck into oblivion all of my friends at The Lotus House. So can I, right? Because it’s The Lotus House, the rules are different there and we are still going to follow and respect the rules. I graduated out of primary school and got cleared and accepted into The Lotus House School of Sexual Education- the same as you. I may be a year behind because of our natural age gap. But this is perfectly fine, acceptable and reasonable. And I would think you of all people would be happy and relieved I asked Volron and not just anyone else right? I could have asked Xorrax.” She put to her elder brother defiantly as Volron was pleasantly surprised to see and feel how protective she was over him and of their relationship and connection. 

“Woah, woah, woah.” Both Volran and Amore began to argue because Xorrax practically lived at The Lotus House’s clinic and had graduated two years ago but was basically the resident incubus in the clinic and always loved to fuck his way through every new girl who got released in the clinic. 

The next morning, Senora got into class early and discussed with Dr. Zellora about the situation and her feelings as well as her goals and aspirations of not being in the Bride Program. But actually wanting to be a teacher here, just like Dr. Zellora was. Specifically a counselor just for the growing tiefling and cubi hybrids. And that she knew about the connection she had with Volron and didn’t realize that it was breaking the spirit of any of the rules nor any other rule in the rulebook. And understood why Dr. Zellora was of course- weary and protective of her since Senora was still her student. But that such a thing should not cause any problems or concerns for either her or Volron in the future and if they needed to abstain from using their special relationship and special connection while at school, they could and would, for the sake of the others both in the school and the program and curriculum, and especially the staff. And that while Senora had been excited and eager to join The Lotus House, she was also anxious and it was Volran who assured her and reassured her that she would be ok and that that was when they set up the link, more for her anxiety than anything else and it had helped and then of course grew naturally and encompassed more from there. But that it was her reaching out and using it, and he had simply sympathized. But she did not mean to get him in trouble and did not mean to break either any specific rule or any spirit of the rules and agreed that they were there for protection, and to keep the students safe. And that she felt perfectly safe and protected and trusted Volron not to use or abuse such a relationship or trust. And that she had followed the rule of seeking him out, since he was a senior class member, and that he was definitely not preying on her or any other younger class member for that matter. And that since she was a tiefling and cubi hybrid herself, even though she physically leaned more to the tiefling side than the cubi side, her mind was closer to cubi and that’s why that link was there and so strong. 

Dr. Zellora could sense her sincerity and her earnestness to both be clear, yet keep herself and Volron out of trouble and on the good side of the rulebook. 

“We’ll I just didn’t want you to feel that your privacy was invaded or that you were being taken advantage of.” Dr. Zellora offered. 

“No, never.” Senora offered. 

“Then I’ll have the note removed and not have either of you flagged once you gain entrance into the clinic.” Dr. Zellora smiled with a nod. 

“Thank you. And while I won’t be pursuing the Bride Program. I still wouldn’t want to jeapordize any career either of us could have outside of it.” Senora offered. 

“No, of course not. And I completely understand and empathize and sympathize.” Dr. Zellora offered. 

“I know you do. And it helps. It really does. I think the next three years are going to be the best years of my education yet.” Senora beamed happily. 

“I’m sure they will be. I can’t wait to see how you continue to grow, blossom and grow.” Dr. Zellora encouraged. 

“Me either.” Senora smiled happily before the other students started to file in for the class that day.

[bts-hyperfixation]

I just wanna tell you that this post of yours

Was immediately followed by this post on my dash

And idk what the connection or correlation between them is... but i feel like there is one

And i somehow wanna turn this into a bts reaction ask.. but I don't even know what to ask about? Idfk, mtl to follow the rules of the game they're playing vs. cheating the hell or of them, I guess? Who's reading the instruction manual out loud before the game starts and constantly referring back to it and who's coming up with bullshit house rules on the fly to aid them in their unfair winning strategy?

There is 1,000% a connection in this. And something tells me this is the type of vibe that tae would have if he was a submissive in a relationship.

In terms of most likely to cheat in a game:

Most

Taehyung and yoongi - I think statistically these two have cheated the most in every run episode. And they're so bad at it but the other members just let it slide. Plus there's not a single thing inside of me that says yoongi has ever read an instruction manual for a game. Tae is likely the same. He Will have somebody else read it to him but he will tune out while they're talking.

Jimin - I think Jimin would cheat at a board game. But I think specifically he cheats during team games because he doesn't want to let his team mate down. Like that time they did Jimmy Fallon and he kept putting sticky notes on Jungkook after the bell had rung.

Jin - I don't think Jin cheats regularly, but if he does cheat he has no shame. Takes pride in the fact that he can win without cheating but he is not above it

Hobi - Hobie is likely to have skimmed the rules or watched a video on how to play. I don't think he's sitting there reading the whole manual. I also don't think he's cheating at least the first couple of times they play. I think he is genuinely trying to learn how to play to the best of his ability. If he still doesn't win after a few rounds he might fudge a few numbers.

Jungkook - this man does not need to cheat. He is too good at everything.

Namjoon - BTS game nights are less fun when namjoon is in charge. Not in a bad way just it takes a lot longer to get to the new game so he can watch enough tutorials on how to play properly.

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Why so many engineering students feel lost even after cracking tough entrance exams

Topping entrance exams requires the mindset of an Olympic Athlete. But success in University education needs the mindset of an Explorer.

This is the time of the year when scores of students enter the hallowed portals of universities after cracking the toughest exams. Walking in with a sense of pride, the euphoria often dissipates, leading to dejection, disappointment or a feeling of being lost. Students who were stars in their own schools feel their stardom crumble. To some extent, this is understandable and inevitable as the bar is set several notches higher with so many bright minds around.

Some revel in this new setting and do well. Most find a way to stay afloat, sail through, clutching at dreams of “getting placed” and ending this academic drudgery. A few are unable to adjust and fall into the trap of hopelessness. However, the vast majority of survivors go through the motions, fumbling from course to course, semester to semester, and internship to placement.

This could account for up to eighty per cent of the student population. Many of them go through their entire graduation without an idea why they struggle or feel lost. To understand one of the major reasons why this happens, let us look at two examples — an athlete preparing for the Olympics and an explorer in the forest.

The athlete has a clear task in front. Reach the finish line in the shortest amount of time possible. The team of coaches and support staff take care of every aspect of the athletes’ preparation, via training, strength endurance, strategy, competitor analysis, schedule, mental toughness, diet, shoes, dress and equipment.

While the athlete’s success depends on talent, the quality of the training team, hard work, dedication and following the prescribed regimen of the coaches are paramount. However, this is a passive process where the athlete must submit to the system and the system shapes and powers the worthy ones to glory.

Now, consider an explorer in a forest or a mountain. The end goal is not always clear and variable. Some want to scale the mountain peak, others explore the cave, yet others look to spot tigers and elephants. Even if the goal is known, there are no clear set of steps or regimen to achieve the goal. The coaches can teach the explorers skills to survive in a forest or snowy mountains, climb rocks, swim, read maps, navigate and hunt. They prepare the explorer to respond well to a variety of situations, However, in the forest, explorers must use the skills learnt to create their own maps, strategies or maps, handle uncertainties, make contingency plans and navigate by themselves.

The life of a student preparing for the entrance exams is like that of the athlete. The coaching centres prepare the student for the photo finish and the student needs to follow the regimen with a lot of hard work and dedication. After clearing the exams, these champion athletes enter universities. They subconsciously believe that this is one more race and look around for the new set of coaches, instruction manual and a regimented environment.

However, universities, industries and life in the real world are more like forests; students and faculty alike are explorers. Every new course gives students a perspective about one part of the dense forest or teaches them an essential skill.

But the students are still hoping to be given a memo on “what they are supposed to do next”. That question can never be answered. Now the students turn to seniors, hostel mates and assorted friends for “a tip”; to figure out “how to ace this course ?”, “Which courses are better for getting a high CGPA?”, “Which courses are helpful in internship or placement interviews.” They hope against hope for the old regimen and an imaginary finish line. Most importantly they are in a tearing hurry to reach there.

A more effective way to deal with this sojourn could be to think of every lesson or concept as one piece of a jigsaw puzzle. This piece must be put together with the other pieces that have come and will continue to come through the years. As time goes by, you now have more and more pieces of the jigsaw fall in place and you have your own map of the forest. Now you know how to get to where you like. You now make your own plans, routes, regimens, and explorations and make it back safe too. You now have an instinctive understanding of the subject which once seemed like a forest. Those who continue to look for regimented instruction manuals tend to store every single piece of jigsaw very safely in a cupboard. They have all the pieces, but they only have information and no knowledge. When the first few pieces of the jigsaw are given, naturally, one cannot find any pieces that mate. This is the main reason many people feel lost in the early years. Many give up too fast on matching the pieces and just start accumulating the pieces. The ones who are curious keep wondering how the pieces are connected. Once they find a pair of matching pieces, they know it is possible. They start looking for more connections and are become engaged. They enjoy their study and are also naturally successful.

You’ve cleared the toughest exams to reach where you are. Obviously, you are the cream. Overnight you will not turn into dunces. If you feel lost, it only means that you are approaching it wrong. Waiting for the good old days to come back magically can be fatal. Higher education cannot be run like a hundred-meter dash. Seeking help and changing strategy early can make you the resounding success that you were always meant to be!

[themculibrary]

Hello, anyone knows any fics where bucky can change into wolf?

how about one of these?

ablaze (ao3) - OmegaSamWilson sam/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Sam Wilson was kidnapped by HYDRA for the purposes of creating a new generation of enhanced super soldiers, super soldiers with the power to shift into wolves.

Six years later, James Barnes shows up on Sam’s doorstep the night after their encounter in DC.

Or

The one where Sam and Bucky were forced to mate while Bucky was in his wolf form and six years later Bucky visits Sam and they have sex in human form.

Cat Nipped (ao3) - Akira_of_the_Twilight bucky/tony T, 71k

Summary: “Steve,” a bit of anger leaked into Bucky’s voice, so he paused to cull it back. “Tony is a werecat, and you really want the two of us to meet?”

Steve sighed, his shoulder dropping. “Bucky…”

“No!” Bucky bit back a bark. “Steve, I’m a werewolf, in case you have forgotten. Canine weres and feline weres do not get along well.”

“I’m a werecanine and Tony and I get along fine.”

“That’s not what you were saying last week.”

--

When cats and dogs collide there is bound to be trouble.

The Ballad of The Three Legged Werewolf (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 84k

Summary: Funny how the perfect time to begin again is right after you realize everything you had is gone. After being a test subject and a weapon in the hands of the humans for fifteen years, Bucky is finally free. His first order of business is finding his own kind and maybe some answers about the holes in his memory. When he meets the pack's First Alpha, he quickly realizes there is something irresistible about him that has nothing to do with his pack standing. With mating season on the horizon, it's time to pick a partner and he knows exactly which alpha he'd like to keep his den warm. Now if only he could remember how seduction works.

The Curse of Natalis (ao3) - afrikate steve/bucky N/R, 19k

Summary: In 1943, during a firefight turned ugly in the North African desert, Bucky Barnes is bitten by werewolf. After capturing Barnes, Dr. Arnim Zola becomes intrigued with the possibilities werewolves present to Hydra. Unfortunately, one member of Hydra fails to read the instruction manual.

Wolfkin (ao3) - Batfink bucky/clint T, 5k

Summary: He was safe here, as far as he knew. Hydra would never think to look for him here in the wilds of who the fuck knew where, but still, it paid to be cautious, more so when going out in the darkness for an injured wolf. He stood, stripped off his clothes and crossed to unlock the door. His bare foot hit the snowy doorstep as he let the change take him, his form shifting, compressing here, growing there, fur spreading across his skin until with a final whir of his metal arm, he was transformed. He raised his muzzle to the sky and howled, ears pricking as he waited for the response. It came, pained and ending in a whimper. Bucky took off, paws thundering across the snow covered ground.

- Tori

[mmorgatomic]

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Fastback (63A) standard bucket – 71,303 built Convertible (76C) bench seats – 2,111 built Convertible (76A) standard bucket – 65,663 built Hardtop (65A) standard bucket – 372,123 built Models with the ‘K’ code 271hp 289 HiPo V-8 had the Special Handling Package (SHP) and came with a 9-inch rear end) Early 1965 Ford Mustang Body Styles:

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* (Built in June 1st, 1964 and mated to a four-speed manual transmission, only 7,273 were ever built for both early and late 1965 models. w/10.5:1 compression and a four barrel carburetor. w/10.0:1 compression and a four barrel carburetor. w/9.3:1 compression and two barrel carburetor. Engine Codes: H I6 S I6T Y I6 SFLPG Z 5.4 V8 (all variants) Trans Codes: H 4 Speed Auto Column Shift W 4 Speed Auto Floor Shift K 5 Speed Manual (all variants) Cheers Russ BA GT-p: driven quietly to a place. w/9.2:1 compression and a one barrel carburetor. Models with the ‘K’ code 271hp 289 HiPo V-8 had the Special Handling Package (SHP) and came with a 9-inch rear end) Late 1965 Ford Mustang Engine Options: In the overview, you will then get a list of the engine codes with the years of construction. Enter the car make and car model for which you want to see an overview of engine codes. w/9.0:1 compression and a four barrel carburetor. Finding Engine codes for a Ford Transit starts here.

EARLY FORD ENGINE CODES SERIAL NUMBER

The engine serial number was used as the defacto VIN number of the vehicle, as noted by Ford in the vehicle owners manual Instruction Book below. w/8.8:1 compression and a two barrel carburetor. Specific Trouble Codes FORD P1000 OBD-II Monitor Testing Incomplete P1001 KOER Test Cannot Be Completed P1039 Vehicle Speed Signal Missing or Improper P1051 Brake Switch Signal Missing or Improper. This (lengthy) page details engine serial number location, dates, and identification for Model A Ford and Model B Ford engines. w/9.1:1 compression and a one barrel carburetor. Mustang script on front fenders was slightly larger at 5-inches.

EARLY FORD ENGINE CODES HOW TO

The later 1965 models were easily identified by the dashboard ‘ALT’ warning light. 1 Learn How to Check Engine Codes Without a Code Reader Ford 1.1 Reading the engine code through Odometer reset 1.2 Using the ignition key 1.3 Using a wire 1.4 How to interpret the check engine light codes 1.5 Will the 1. Mustang script on front fenders is 4-3/8″ in height. How can you differentiate between an early 1965 from a late 1965 Ford Mustang?įor starters early 1965 models used generators which were easily identified by the dashboard ‘GEN’ warning light a stationary passenger seat large horns and a small transmission shifter handle. Those built after August 17th, 1964, were considered late 1965 models. However, these are actually referred to as early 1965 models.

EARLY FORD ENGINE CODES SERIES

In the beginning, the first series of Mustangs built between March and August 17th, 1964 have been coined the 1964 1/2 Mustang. When you check Ford Ranger car engine light came on code P0098 the reason should be Engine Light ON (or Service.

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IMSS Trepanation Book Page

Product Details Page dimensions: approximately 7x10 inches. Each book page is packaged in a clear plastic sleeve with a cardboard backing. Please note: These pictures are representative, not actual, since each block print is stamped on a different page of the vintage medical journal. This block-printed book page is created from a line-drawing in "The Surgeon's Mate," by John Woodall, published in 1639, and is stamped on pages from "The London Medical Record," published March 15, 1886. Woodall was an English military surgeon who worked for the East India Company stocking chests of medical tools for use on ships. He subsequently penned the manual to accompany the tool chest and included instructions on how to use the tools, including the trephine. Trepanation is the process of making a hole in the skull; a medical procedure that was employed as far back as 6500 BC, during the Neolithic period. Although written records don't exist from that time period to tell us why trepanning was done, later reasons included the treatment of epilepsy, headaches, head wounds, and mental illness. It sounds absolutely barbaric, but modern renditions still exist. Surgeons use cranial drills to release pressure on the brain and to conduct neurosurgery. Anesthesia wasn't invented until 1846, which make the history of trepanation more than a little unsettling. Read the full article

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My grown-ass self when that annoying colleague from work that I don’t like asks me to assist them with new technology: The law of Seerow’s Kindness prevents me from...

[violetlilysunshine]

No More Secrets

Boyfriend Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Summary: Harry finds out about a history between you and Tom, making him doubt himself and your relationship.

WC: 2,486

Warnings: a little bit angsty, kinda sad for a second, swearing, mentions of sex, mostly fluff 

A/N: I like to put the “keep reading” bar on all my posts (not just 18+) because I prefer it that way on mobile, if y’all don’t like it, let me know!!

MASTERLIST

Somehow, Harry had convinced you to go on a camping trip with Tom, Sam, and Harrison. You, not being the outdoorsy type because bugs, agreed and now here you were in the woods trying to set up a tent with Harrison. 

“No, it goes this way, Y/N,” Harrison barked at you in exasperation. 

“Well, that’s not what the picture looks like, Harrison,” you sassed back. 

“Well, I don’t care what the picture looks like!” he argued back before Harry came over to help you out.

“Why don’t you go help Tom unload the kitchen stuff, darling, and I’ll handle this,” he spoke against your ear, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a short kiss to your temple. 

“Yeah, alright,” you answered breathily, slipping out of his grasp and walking back towards the cars.

“Alright, how do we do this?” Harry questioned Harrison.

“Mate, I have no idea, she was the only one reading the directions,” he answered. 

“Then why were you yelling at her!?”

“Because I’m sure my way will work just fine!”

“Well, she knows what she’s doing! She’s always right!”

“Just because she’s your girlfriend, mate, doesn’t mean she’s always right.”

Harry glanced down at the instruction manual laying on the ground at his feet, then glanced back at the tent in his hands. “Well, in this case she was,” he said shoving the manual in Harrison’s face before pulling the poles out of the tent to start over. 

“Ugh,” Harrison groaned, “this is going to take forever!” 

~~~~~~~~~

After dinner, so graciously cooked by Sam, you were gathered around the fire pit, under the stars. You were cuddled in Harry’s lap, sharing a blanket while everyone else was situated in their own chairs; yours had become the snack chair - featuring the s’mores supplies. 

You were all slightly tipsy, having cleared through the single case of beer you’d packed. The boys were arguing about who would have to go into town the next day to get more, not that you cared. You were content being sober, never having been a big drinker.

Harry wasn’t paying much mind to the conversation either. Instead he was focused on your fingers tracing patterns on his thigh, your hair tied up in a bun to avoid a marshmallow-chocolate catastrophe, and the way the firelight lit up your cheeks. 

You glanced down at him sweetly, feeling his eyes lingering on you. You breathed deeply before asking, “what’s up, bub?” 

“Nothing, babe, just looking at you,” he answered.

“Like what you see?” you asked cheekily, chuckling lightly.

“Oh yeah,” he answered quickly, “how did I ever get a girl like you?”

“I don’t know, Holland,” you answered, laughing breathily once more and planting a kiss on his lips.

“Would you two knock it off?” Harrison groaned from across the fire, “no one wants to see that!”

You pulled back and chuckled, slightly embarrassed because you weren’t used to attention like this. You’d hardly spent time with these boys as a group, mainly opting for solo-time with Harry.  

“Oh leave ‘em alone,” Tom answered quickly, “I think it’s cute.” 

“Yeah, only because you didn’t want her,” Harrison grumbled out, much louder than he’d anticipated. 

“What?” Harry piped up quickly. 

“Oh no,” Sam sighed, knowing the full story, and the secret you’d vowed to keep from Harry.

You had met Tom on a red carpet once upon a time, greeting him quickly before being ushered off to the next interview. You didn’t think anything would come of it, but hoped that you’d cross paths again another day. To your delight, you did on your next project. 

You ended up filming a small movie with the Russo Brothers and Tom came to set for a few days to visit them. The two of you “reconnected” and ended up getting on pretty well, hanging out casually while he was around.

The night before he left, the two of you had a night in at your apartment; you had take out together and watched a movie, during which you had gravitated closer together. You were talking a little and felt the smallest spark in the room. The two of you were looking at each other, a pause settled in the conversation. He glanced down at your lips, and you at his. In this moment, you silently agreed that you wanted to try something more. He leaned in and pressed a sweet, short kiss to your lips. You didn’t feel anything and neither did he. He pulled away and let out a breath. The both of you agreed that it didn’t feel like anything; not that it was a bad kiss, but it didn’t set either of your hearts on fire. 

After that you agreed to stay friends, keeping things simple, and nothing more ever came of it. You didn’t know that he’d told any of his friends, as you’d never told anyone yourself. If you were ever asked about your relationship with Tom, you always said something along the lines of, “it’s just not like that.”

A few months later, you and Tom ended up in Atlanta; he was filming Spider-Man and you were working on another project. This time he had Harry with him, who you got to meet. Instantly, something sparked between the two of you. You ended up hanging with Harry a lot on this trip; the two of you found ways to be alone together, even if you’d started the night out as a group with other friends.

Quickly, you and Harry built a relationship; everything with him felt easy, comfortable, harmonious. One night, you were bar hopping with the gang, Harry and you leading the pack, and Harry kept bumping his arm against yours. You got the hint, and let him tangle your fingers together, very much like the Far From Home airport scene with Peter and MJ. Things progressed from there with more time being spent together and quite a few dates. A few weeks later, you slipped up introducing him to one of your friends, calling him your boyfriend when you’d hadn’t had that talk yet; but he was smooth, instantly reaching his hand out saying, “yeah, I’m her boyfriend, nice to meet you,” before winking at you and cooling the blush rising to your cheeks.

Now here you were a year later, and your secret from oh so long ago was about to come out. You wanted to tell him about your kiss with Tom, but didn’t want to hurt him or make him doubtful of your relationship, so you let it slide. Not worrying about it and just letting life happen.

You immediately looked at Tom, knowing what Harrison was referring to, now also knowing that Tom had told people. You weren’t mad at him for this, but obviously everyone knew that Harry didn’t know, and should’ve been keeping their mouths shut.

Harry had always been a little beaten down; he felt he was living in Tom’s shadow and thought that girls wanted Tom more than him. Meeting you was different, you seemed to see him. He never thought that you and Tom might’ve had something before he came along.

Silence passed between you all, no one willing to break the tension except Harry.

“What did you say, Harrison?” 

“Nothing, I didn’t mean anything,” Harrison quickly stuttered out.

“No, you said that Tom didn’t want Y/N. What does that mean?” He questioned, looking at Tom first and then up at you.

You blinked quickly, eyes locked with Tom, urging him to speak. Thankfully he got the message, “Y/N and I sort of kissed once. It was nothing, just a peck.”

“You..... you what?” Harry asked, his face falling as you turned to look at him quickly. You pressed your hands to his cheeks trying to make him listen to your explanation as you began to sputter, “it was nothing,” and, “it didn’t mean anything.”

Harry nudged you off of his lap and stood up before stalking off to your shared tent.

You looked over at Tom, to which he quickly whispered a “sorry,” his face softening at you as well, before you locked eyes with Harrison sternly. 

“What the fuck was that about?” You seethed at him. He knew he messed up and he was genuinely sorry, but right now in this moment there was no fixing it with you so he chose not to say anything at all. His eyes looked remorseful; deep down you knew he was sorry and that he wouldn’t do anything to break up you and Harry, but he had really messed up. 

You turned around and began to walk slowly to the tent, wanting to give Harry a little time to cool off before you tried to explain. When you made it to the entrance, you slowly unzipped it and found him laying on top of the sleeping bag with his arm thrown over his eyes.

“Bubba?” you asked quietly, not wanting to push him too far, but desperately wanting him to speak to you. 

He sighed deeply. You knew he’d heard you and that he was processing, so you sat down next to him quietly, waiting for him to come to you. Tears started to well up in your eyes because you hated hurting him and you didn’t want to lose him. 

He slowly sat up and removed his arm from his face. He turned towards you and looked into your bloodshot eyes; his were red too and he already had streaks of tears down his cheeks. 

“Yes, darling?” He asked; he wanted to hear what you had to say. He didn’t want to lead the conversation yet, hell, he wasn’t sure he was even ready to have it. 

“Bubba, it didn’t mean anything. I promise. It was so long ago,” you breathed out, not really knowing where to start. You’d been so focused on him that you didn’t think about what you were going to say.

“What happened exactly?” he asked lowly, wanting to know the whole story. 

“Well, he visited the Russo Brothers on our set and we hung out and then thought maybe we could be more and kissed once. It didn’t even last a second and it didn’t feel like anything and I don’t want him at all. He doesn’t want me. We agreed that it was nothing and I didn’t even know that Harrison and Sam knew and I’m so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I know how much it hurts to find out this way,” you quickly rambled out. 

“When?” 

“A long time ago. Before Atlanta. Before we met,” you stuttered out.

He looked up at the roof of the tent, breathing deeply. He felt like sloppy seconds. 

“You couldn’t land him, so you came to me?” he spoke into the sky.

“Not at all,” you hurried out as you clambered over to him and straddled his lap, grabbing his cheeks and bringing his face down to meet yours, “I don't want him. There’s nothing between us, we’re just friends, you know that.” 

You paused, giving him time to add something if he wanted. You breathed for a few seconds before continuing, “I know that you feel like you live in his shadow, but trust me when I say that when I saw you, my world shined a little brighter. You’re not in the shadow with me at all, baby,” you whispered to him, both of you now crying heavily.

You peppered little kisses on his chin as you continued, “I looked past Tom and saw you, Harry. It’s always been you,” your voice breaking. 

“But you could have had him, why would you ever want me?” He questioned insecurely.

“Because you’re you, bub. You’re different people. You see me as I am. You appreciate me. You’re an incredible person with the kindest heart. You’re an amazing human being. You care for people so much. You’re an amazing photographer and you’re gong to make an amazing director someday. Hell, you already are with Roses for Lily,” you breathed quickly, squeezing his cheeks a little tighter, trying to make him believe you. “God, Har, I love you so much, it hurts,” you added before thinking.

You pulled away quickly, your tears stopping and eyes widening immediately. His widened as well, neither of you had said that yet.

Your brain kicked into high gear, immediately trying to talk your way out of it, but no words were coming to your mind so you were left stuttering a series of “um,” and “I didn’t mean to say that” and “what I meant was,” before he cut you off.

“I love you, too,” he said simply. 

“Yeah?” you breathed out.

“Yeah,” he said before gently grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to connect your lips. 

After separating after a few seconds, you asked him, “does this mean we’re okay?”

“Yeah, love, we’re okay,” he answered, calling you ‘love’ for the first time. Your heart beat a little faster at that before he added, “I just wish you would’ve told me sooner.”

“I wanted to, babe, but I didn’t want to hurt you, especially when it was nothing.”

“I understand that, darling,” he breathed out, “but no more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” you answered before kissing him again.

He poured his whole heart into the kiss, wanting to show you just how much he loves you. Your tongues tangled for a while before he started to tug at your hips a little harder, trying to grind up into you. You felt him beginning to get hard and pulled back chuckling.

“I am not having sex with your brothers and best friend sitting right there.”

“They’re pretty far away, love,” he laughed, trying to pull you in with his charm, “I don’t think they’ll hear, but if they do, they’ll really know you’re mine,” he added peppering kisses down your neck and sucking on your sweet spot just above your collar bone. 

“Harrrrrrrrry,” you laughed out, pushing him away from your neck and pulling his face up to yours to plant a quick kiss on him, “no.”

“Later?” he asked cheekily, quirking up an eyebrow and smiling at you.

“Maybe, bubba,” you answer slowly, “if you’re lucky, very late tonight after we’re - and by we’re I mean I’m - sure everyone is asleep we can maybe go have sex in the car where no one will hear us.” 

He plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth before saying, “man I can’t wait for them to go to sleep tonight,” with a laugh and a final kiss to your lips. 

“C’mon tiger,” you say standing up and dragging him with you back to the group. 

“All better?” Tom asks quickly once the two of you came into view. He glances down at your entwined hands before smiling.

“All better,” you assure him settling back into Harry’s lap and pecking him quickly. 

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Tagging @thegirlintheswivelchair because she heard all about this as it was being written (and she brought up the s’mores) xoxo

[joshslater]

Delayed Graduation

This is a repost since the original story got banned for unclear reasons. The previous image was totally innocent photo of a guy in wrestling attire. Let’s try with a different one (without updating the story). Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

- We might have a solution of sorts for you.

I barely registered principal Johnston talking. My world had been shattered, without warning. It all felt unreal, and most of all unfair. I know I hadn’t done anything wrong, but there were no witnesses, just my word against hers. She wouldn’t press charges, Johnston had explained. I was almost demanding that she did, so I could clear my name, but thought better of it. If it went to trial all outcomes would be bad, to varying degrees. This way I would just be expelled. I guess I could use the term “drop out” to soften it further. It’s not like the job market is stellar even if you have a degree, but this would firmly pigeon hole me as manual labor.

- What? - I said we might have an arrangement that could interest you.

He pulled out a stack of papers from his manila folder and placed them in front of me, and continued.

- We have a little trial project we would like to push ahead with, to see what the full potential is. Coach Andrews would personally take charge of your training to see how far he can take you in a year. Similar to what he managed to do for Shane O’Brian. Since you will be heavily supervised, fully scheduled and not share any classes with your former class mates, she has agreed to allow you complete your studies under these conditions. It’s not that many months until she graduates anyway. Your graduation obviously will have to wait until next year.

Shane of course was the star of the basket team. He was two years below me, so I didn’t know him, but I heard he had basically never touched a ball before he met coach. He must have been active in something else though, with that body. The girls were swooning like crazy. Some of the boys too, as rumor had it.

- Sir, I’m really grateful for this opportunity, but I’m not really made for sports. Just look at me. Tall and thin. Not much track and field around here. - We are not asking for any miracles. Just follow all instructions given and do your best. That’s all we’re asking.

I started to flip through the papers. I was bored just looking at the page numbers.

- Should I bring this home to my parents? - This is a bit time sensitive, so I’d prefer if you make your decision already today. You’re 18. You get to decide this on your own. Why don’t I leave you for a bit? You can have a read through, and then decide what you want to do.

As he left the room I started to go read through the contract properly. Why do they make things so complicated? The contract really just said that I assumed responsibility for the “infraction”, but the school would not disclose it to anyone unless the contract was breached. I would agree to participate in the athletic education study for one year. In return the school would allow me to graduate next year. But written over 26 pages.

I didn’t feel like I had many options. Initials on every page and signature on the last. Then repeated on the second copy of the contract. I was about to leave and find principal Johnston when he returned, followed by coach Andrews.

- Have you made up your mind, or would you like Mr. Andrews to explain it in more detail. - I’ve already signed the papers. - Oh, well then. I’m so happy we could work something out.

Coach Andrews opened the gym bag he was carrying and pulled out a blue singlet and ear guards, and held them for me to take.

- Let’s try this on right away. - Now? Here?

Johnston opened a door to a side room of his office.

- You can change in the conference room here. - But wrestling?! Have you seen me? - As I said, follow all instructions and do your best is all we ask.

It was the first time I even held a singlet in my hands. I’ve never even thought of how to put one on. It wasn’t hard, just step in them like some shorts and then pull the straps over your shoulders, but I never imagined doing it.

I looked ridiculous. I guess size isn’t as important when the fabric is stretchy, but this sure wasn’t my size. The taut straps pulled the fabric in the groin, while at the same time my thin legs didn’t fill out the legs of the singlet. What a mess. I walked back into the office, naked apart from this one single piece of clothing.

- Should I put on the ear guards as well. - No, that isn’t necessary. Here.

Coach opened a small, brown, glass bottle and poured its contents into a white plastic cup from the water cooler, and handed it to me.

- This is the time sensitive part. Drink up.

This day was going from horrendously bad to confusing to weird. I emptied the cup. The liquid tasted like cough syrup. Sickly sweet and with bitter herbs.

- What is.. *cough* *cough* - Here. Take a seat.

It felt like drinking really hot cocoa when you are frozen. It kind of spreads from the chest to the rest of the body. All of me was getting warm, and an uncomfortable feeling or pressure. Everything was off, like I was drunk, or high or something. It was over in a minute, though it is quite possible my mind was playing tricks and it really was longer than that.

- Stand up against the wall, so I can take a photo.

Bewildered, and with unsteady steps, I did as told. He snapped a few pictures with his phone, and then showed me one.

- Don’t tell me this isn’t a great starting point.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely me in the photo, but it was like the aspect ratio was wrong. I must be several inches shorter, but everything, arms, legs, chest, shoulders, neck, was wider. Even my face was altered, if ever so slightly. Where just minutes before, or whatever, I was a lanky gamer, I now was a hunk of muscle.

- How is this... - Don’t worry about the details. We must work quickly now while you are fresh, to get the wrestling technique right. Meet me in my office tomorrow at 7 am.

With that he slapped me on the shoulder and left. Just as he was about to exit the office, he pulled out a pair of shoes from the bag and placed them at a table.

- Oh, I almost forgot these. Your new size. See you tomorrow!

My head was spinning. What had just happened to me, to my body? Starting point? Principal Johnston had his distinct “anything else?” look.

- What about my studies?

My voice was lower than before, I think.

- You’ll be placed in the athlete’s reduced curriculum class. We just need to retest your proficiency levels first. - Why? I don’t understand. - My point exactly.

He didn’t make any sense. I felt tired, slow and almost dizzy trying to understand him.

- What about this body? What happens when I graduate? - You graduate with the body you have, like everyone else. It’s not like we can change it by magic or anything.

He smiled and chuckled to himself.

- Take your old clothes with you as you leave. Something might still fit.

It didn’t.

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Regressor Instruction Manual Characters : All Characters Ranked

Hi guys! like you’ve heard, Regressor Instruction Manual Characters is an Manhwa & Novel series that features a wide range of characters. However, there are some who are more popular than other characters. This list will showcase the most popular Regressor Instruction Manual Characters that have ever existed. Regressor Instruction Manual Synopsis He was suddenly summoned to another world one day. Monsters poured out, a huge disaster incoming. His ability is the lowest. It doesn't matter whether you're the chosen warrior, a talented wizard, or someone who traveled back in time. One must do everything they can, in order to survive. The Regressor's Instruction Manual. "It doesn't matter if I'm trash." Is there anyone who wouldn't do anything they could to survive? Regressor instructional manual. REGRESSOR INSTRUCTION MANUAL Characters Who is The Main Character Of Regressor Instruction Manual ? Lee Kiyoung (이기영) is the main character of How to Use a Returner or Regressor Intruction Manual He possess a Machiavellianism personality trait and is a subtle scammer who manipulates his allies and enemies to his own goals and is specialized in agitation and fabrication. In , Elena Everia stated that she has never seen such a pure, disgusting soul. REGRESSOR INSTRUCTION MANUAL Most Popular Characters Lee Jihye As the soul-mate of our beloved protagonist, Lee jihye, possess a scummy personality to match with her keen sense of social relationship, establishing herself within the guild of black swan notorious for its chaotic political leadership. Jung Hayan Jung Hayan described being susceptible to suggestion and a hard-working woman. She is a classic Yandere. She exhibits possessiveness towards Lee Kiyoung, which was shown when she killed an expedition member when she thought Lee Kiyoung was being stolen from her. Kim Hyunsung At first, he thought of everyone as useful or not, and dangerous or not, but after the Tutorial he felt a sense of true friendship with his companions. Lee Kiyoung said that he doesn't know much of socialising and doesn't know how to make jokes. He always tries to act for the party well being except when it is something personal. Kasugano Yuno Cha Heera Cha Heera is the Guild Master of the Red Mercenary Guild, the most powerful person in Lindel, and among the top five most powerful in the Holy Empire. Additionally, she is the lover of Lee Kiyoung. Elena Everia Sun Heeyoung Past Timeline Backstabbed and ended up as a prostitute in a cheap brothel. (c.331) Later joined the Murder Brigade. It was hinted, she had an intimate relationship with Lee Kiyoung Read the full article

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👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 When Two Worlds Collide by @pastelpunkdan, orphan_account  (16k)   | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry was the middle triplet of Marcel and Edward. He was bullied by Louis Tomlinson, who was the biggest popular kid in school. He got all the girls(and guys). He slept around, smoked, did drugs, and had a number of tattoos that was uncountable. Harry's plans of being the good kid all his life is shattered when Louis admits some unsaid feelings to Harry.

What will happen when their two worlds collide?

Song: Two Worlds Collide by Demi Lovato

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Break Down by @pastelpunkdan   (23k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis was hurt and broken, and he never knew how to fix these feelings he had for this boy.

The Styles triplets were just plainly amazing. First you had Marcel, the oldest by 7 minutes. He was smart and lanky, and just nerdy.

The youngest was Edward, Louis' best Friend. They did everything together, and got high together. Louis and him where the leaders of their group, 'The gang bangers'.

The middle triplet was named Harry. Kind of like the wallflower. He loved being in his own bubble, surrounded by the thing he loved the most. Reading.

The thing is, Louis fell for Harry in the weirdest way possible.

Louis learned that he could not have harry for himself.

So, Louis became the biggest jerk to Harry, in the worst ways possible.

Louis loved him to death, and sometimes, he could almost hurt him to death the same way.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 The Triplets Mate by @fucksinglelouis  (48k) | Not Rated

Edward, Harry, and Marcel Styles had decided to mate together before they could even decipher the significance of the act; but now, looking back, they think it may not have been the smartest decision.

Each man has a different personality, and different needs that have to be met by an Omega, that have caused difficulty in their search.

Louis Tomlinson has been lusted after ever since he presented. He's a pure, extremely fertile Omega. He has a steady job, and lives with his best friend, an Alpha named Liam. He's perfectly content with his life, and doesn't plan on changing it for anyone.

Until he meets the triplets.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Triple the Love by @NeverEnoughKT  (78k) | Explicit

“Yeah it’s all good. You guys took care of it. Felt nice to know you were on my side.” Louis says. “Always on your side. Now come on lets eat some pizza.” Edward says letting Louis off his lap. Which Louis does but not before he presses a quick kiss to the alpha’s lips. “Thank you for defending me.”

Or: Louis Tomlinson is an omega freshman in college when he meets the Styles Triplets who are senior alphas. They take immediate interest in the omega and will do anything to protect him. It may just take them a few tries to get it right.

Each chapter goes back and forth from Louis and the triplets current relationship to how they met in college. I will label each chapter for what year it is. (aka 2013- present)

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 You're Ours, Little Doe by @ishiplarry79  (91k) | Not Rated

Louis Tomlinson is a doe shapeshifter. He's an omega who's always dreamed of finding an alpha of the same species of him one day. He was very surprised when he met three alpha's of the same species as himself.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Hybrids by @toby_senpai  (93k) | Explicit

edward : the cold, bitter scientist, the oldest triplet harry : the sweet, cheery model, the middle triplet marcel : the shy, reserved accountant, the youngest triplet louis : the adorable hybrid that snuck home with edward

[ tripletcest x louis .. also niam, lashton, malum, and a smidge of zigi. it's really gay. louis-centric. ]

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 The Blood Hounds | L. S [✓] by @missyoutoosweetcheeks  (108k) | Explicit

▪C O M P L E T E D▪

"Are you afraid of me, Beau?" Harry asked huskily, and Louis shivered at the intense look in the Alpha's eyes. Louis didn't answer, making Edward smirk in amusement.

His smirk dropped when Harry's eyes flashed red.

"Well, you should be."

OR

《In which Harry is an Alpha mafia don who has equally dangerous brothers, and Louis is a pregnant Omega.》

!MAIN SHIP : STYLESTRIPLETS X LOUIS!

!ABO DYNAMICS!

!MPREG!

A Larry AU.

!SIDE SHIP : ZAYN X NIALL X LIAM!

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Submit To Me by @HorrorJunkie   (122k) | Explicit

Edward, Harry and Marcel Styles are alphas, rich and handsome. The only thing they don't have is an omega. They want a respectable, well bred, quiet, obedient and submissive omega to share their lives with.

Louis is a beautiful, sassy and smart omega. He's also the owner of a BDSM club called Sanctum.

Their two worlds were never meant to collide until the triplets find themselves meeting the stunning omega who will forever change their lives.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Across the Stars (I'll Write Your Name) by @dreamboathaz  (156k) | Teen And Up Audiences

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Louis has been living peacefully on his home planet of Dononter Minor for years before he's kidnapped by a group of pirates that call themselves The Blades of Orion. It seems that them, along with another powerful syndicate called The Black Suns, are hunting for the last holocron, a crystal which stores information on force techniques and instruction manuals for force users. It's said that whoever possesses the knowledge of the crystal can rule the galaxy. Unfortunately, the crystal is imbedded in Louis's forehead.

Or, a Star Wars AU

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Silver Series by @Deidei  (323k)  | Mature

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