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smileydk · 3 months

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Noona!

Pairing: Idol!Niki x OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Niki were in a relationship. Niki had a tendency of doing as he felt, which in this case meant bringing home a kitten, to Jiwoo's apartment since Jay and Jungwon are very allergic.

cw/tw: None, fluff, fun, comedy, crackheads (not literally)

Note: I just have a new obsession with Ni-Ki. OC = Jiwoo, is a December, 04-liner.

Working as a kindergarten teacher was usually fine. But today all the kids seemed to have planned to make Jiwoo's life harder than necessary

She had to tell one kid, Changmin, that he had to drop of their kitten, because they weren't allowed in class. Changmin wasn't pleased with the answer but did as told.

''Ms. Kim, why can't I bring my kitten to class?'' Changmin pouted as he held his kitten close.

Jiwoo couldn't deny it. The kitten was adorable. But the some kids were allergic and some were horrified by the small animal.

''Changmin, your little kitten is adorable, but some other kids in here are allergic and it's against the rules. You don't wanna break the rules, right?''

Changmin shook his head. ''No Ms. Kim, I don't wanna break the rules''

Jiwoo was honestly more surprised that Changmin's parents allowed him to even take the kitten with him to kindergarten.

''Right, so how about we leave the kitten with eomma and appa so we can finger paint?'' Jiwoo gently grabbed the kitten from Changmin and walked outside with the kitten. She found Changmin's parents and handed the kitten back to them.

''Uhm, I don't know how Changmin convinced you a kitten was okay, uhm, but you need to take it home''

Changmin's father's eyes widened. ''Oh my God, he told me it was pet-day, I'm new to... children''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''You're doing a great job. But just letting you know, if we were to have a pet-day, we'll send out a newletter to the parents''

''Okay, thank you'' Changmin's father took the kitten and bowed before heading out.

Jiwoo watched as the kids finger painted. She loved her work, but this particular day seemed to drag on forever. She groaned quietly as Ara threatened to cut her friend's hair.

Why?

Because she took Ara's purple, favorite crayon.

''Ara, put down the scissors, now!'' Jiwoo sighed and took the scissors from her grip. She doubted the scissors would even be able to cut hair, they could barely cut paper.

The hours ticked by and soon the kids were being picked up one by one. Changmin apologized for his morning rendezvous. Jiwoo only chuckled.

''It's okay Changmin, just don't do it again, okay?''

Changmin saluted Jiwoo and ran out to his dad. Ara also apologized to Jiwoo for her attempt of a haircut. Jiwoo didn't see the harm. Ara apologized to both her and her friend, she had gotten her crayon back and she was (probably) not gonna repeat it.

The day ended and Jiwoo settled in her car. Finally.

All she wanted to do was sleep. Maybe eat. Depends on how much energy she had when she reached her home. She knew she had some old kimbap in the fridge.

Her phone, connected to the car, rung. She answered after seeing Niki's name popping up on the screen.

''Niki, hello. What's up?''

''Hello... uhm... what's your favorite animal?''

Jiwoo was chuckled. ''What?''

''What's your favorite animal? Like... cat, dog?

''Uhm... cat I suppose. What did you do?'' Jiwoo stopped by a traffic light and stared at the caller ID. She knew he'd done something stupid and irrational.

''Noona, don't be mad, but I got us... something'' In the background cars were heard pulling out and driving away from NIki.

''What did you get us? And why did I hear the cars leaving you behind?''

''I might have gotten a kitten... that has to live with you because Jay-Hyung and Jungwon-Hyung are allergic. Also... I need a ride''

''Where are you?''

''MusicBank...''

''Niki... that's half-across town'' Jiwoo mentally cursed Niki but steered the wheel towards MusicBank.

''Please Noona~ you can name the kitten!''

Jiwoo chuckled. He was cute. ''I'll be there in like 20 minutes''

''Love you Noona!''

''Love you too, Niki''

Niki got into the car and smiled sweetly. ''Look! Cute!''

Jiwoo stared at the small kitten in Niki's lap. She then lifted her gaze to face her boyfriend. ''Niki, you don't have the time for a kitten. And to be honest, I don't really have time for a kitten either''

''But look at it Noona!'' Niki carefully picked up the small kitten and held it closer to Jiwoo. ''It's so cute~''

''And you can't return it?''

Niki gapsed dramatically and held the kitten close to his chest. ''How can you be so cruel? I can't just kidnapp it from it's mother and then return it. It's attached to me already, look!''

The small kitten, that basically fit in Niki's giant hands, nestled into Niki's chest and fell asleep. Jiwoo had to admit, the kitten was very adorable. And Jiwoo wanted to keep it.

But none of them had time for it.

''Fine'' Jiwoo sighed and started the car. ''But you better come by and take care of it''

''Promise!'' Niki saluted Jiwoo and turned his full attention to the little kitten in his lap.

Jiwoo shook her head, but a small smile grew on her lips. ''You're lucky you're cute''

Niki smiled. He had the best girlfriend in the world.

Niki stayed true to his word. He came over at least 5 out of 7 days of the week to hang out with the kitten, which Niki named Oreo because it was black with a white patch on it's stomach.

But if he had schedule Jiwoo gave him time off. His idol job was more important than the kitten. According to Jiwoo, if Niki was in charge he'd probably spend 24/7 with the kitten.

Niki also had his own key to Jiwoo's apartment. Only thing was he had a messed up sleeping schedule, so sometimes Jiwoo would wake up at 2 a.m to Niki playing with the kitten in the living room.

Like tonight.

''Niki, what the fuck?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow as she turned on the lights.

''Heeey~ Noona, you're so pretty-''

''Cut the crap. Why are you not at the dorm? Sleeping? Like a normal person at this hour?''

''Kitten'' Niki smiled innocently and held up the tiny kitten.

Jiwoo sighed and closed her eyes. ''Please go home to sleep. Or at least go to bed''

The boy stood up and walked over to his girlfriend. ''Sorry, Noona'' He hugged her tightly. ''I'll stop''

''I don't mean you can't come over. Just... stop coming over in the middle of the night because a, one day I'm gonna think you're a murderer and hit you, b, we both need sleep'' Jiwoo wrapped her own arms around Niki's waist and rested her head against his chest. ''And you need to stop growing''

''Never'' Niki smiled and squeezed her harder. ''Now let's go to sleep- is that my shirt?''

Jiwoo peeked down at the hoodie she wore. ''Yeah, got a problem with it?''

''No, you look good''

''I know''

Niki and Jiwoo both headed to bed. The small kitten, Oreo, followed the two humans into Jiwoo's bedroom. Since Oreo couldn't get on the bed, he resulted in just meowing loudly.

Niki peeked down on the floor and spotted Oreo, who stopped meowing as Niki stared at him. ''Can I-''

''Do whatever. Just sleep'' Jiwoo mumbled, already falling asleep again. Niki cheered quietly and picked up Oreo from the floor and laid him on his chest.

''Now be quiet, Noona has to be up early, okay?'' Oreo simply titled his head to the right. ''I'll take that as a yes''

Jiwoo giggled as she heard her boyfriend's conversation with the kitten. ''You're cute''

''I know''

''I was talking to Oreo'' Jiwoo opened one eye and smirked. She knew she was a tease. But in all fairness, Niki broke into her apartment at 2 in the morning.

''Ha. Ha'' Niki pouted and turned back to the cat. ''Oreo, Noona is mean'' Oreo let out a small "meow", as if he agreed with Niki.

''Great, now the cat is on your side'' Jiwoo turned to Niki and glared at Oreo. ''Also, why would you name the cat after a cookie?''

''He looks like an Oreo'' Niki held up the kitten and showed the white patch on his stomach. ''Look! The white... filling thing. And I was at a lack of better names since you refused to name him''

Oreo got off Niki's chest and walked across the bed. He settled on Jiwoo's shoulder, nestling closer to her before falling asleep. ''Ha, fuck you, my kitten''

Niki looked offended but shrugged. ''At least 1 out of 3 is sleeping now''

Jiwoo smiled. She kissed Niki's cheek. ''Sleep''

''Yes, ma'am''

#fluff #kpop oneshots #kpop fluff #one shot #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #nishimura riki #niki fluff #engene #fluff oneshot #niki oneshots #teeth rotting fluff #kitten #kitty #niki x reader #niki enhypen

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hookhausenschips · 5 months

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Can I get a HOOK x reader? I recently just got a buzzcut since my hair was too much to manage and my coils were tiring the fuck outta me... I guess I just wanted to get an imagine of HOOK coming home to the reader and seeing how flawless they look with out natural coils or braids for the first time..?

Anon! Oh my gosh, as someone who shaved off their curls for the first time back in 2019 and then again at the end of last year this made my heart swell!! All the love to you darling, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: slight suggestive content, some insecure/anxiety thoughts, Hook is a horndog but he's so in love with his girl.

Word Count: 1,626

Y/N’S POV

There I stood in the bathroom of mine and Tyler’s shared apartment staring at myself, a random r&b playlist playing in the background. I felt conflicted, my hair had always been a huge part of my identity but also made me feel so empowered. From the countless natural styles I could do to the protective styles and the different colors that crowned my head. But I was tired. Tired of the long hours of some wash days and the endless hours of styling. I wasn’t happy with my hair anymore. The supplies I needed laid there around the sink, a trash can beside me on the floor. They say that hair holds energy and trauma inside of the strands.

Getting rid of these beautiful coils would be the start to a new chapter, a new me. But what if Tyler hated what he sees? Would he still want to be together? He was in love with my hair, spending so much money on the supplies needed for its upkeep. He even enjoyed going to the beauty supply stores to help pick out hair for my next style. On wash days when he wasn’t on the road he always wanted to help out, whether with the detangling process or the wash itself. I had let him help out once in a while enjoying the feel of his gentle hands against my scalp, he was always so attentive to the processes. It also felt nice to not have the full overwhelming pressure on my shoulders those days.

I shake my head ridding those negative thoughts, he would love this change. He’s proved he loves all of me many times, in many different ways. Sighing I pick up the scissors and look at them then at my reflection. Yes my hair might be a part of my identity but it wasn’t the full thing. I grab a section of hair and cut. Cut, cut, cut, and cut until it was short enough I could use the clippers.

Staring at myself in the mirror I felt tears well up in my eyes, yes of course I have worn short hair but this image… This person looking back at me looked gorgeous. She looked free. I wiped my eyes then plugged in the clippers. My hands were shaking. ‘Come on y/n you’ve come this far already you can do this’ I think to myself. Taking a deep breath I guide the clippers down the middle of my head. I place my hand on my mouth in shock. I really just did that. I just shaved a part of my head. No going back now. I guide the clippers back to my head and continue until the curls were gone.

After cleaning up the bathroom and showering to get the extra hair off I stand in the same spot I was mere minutes ago. I smile, turning my head in different directions and looking at the new me. I run my hands over the top of my head, the feeling of stubble a foreign feeling but not one I hated.

But it didn’t feel quite like me. I grab my phone and call my aunt who happened to work at the barbershop down the road. “Hey Auntie, do you have any openings right now?” I asked once she answered. “I actually do. Tyler finally letting me tame that lion’s mane of his?” She asked. I paused and looked back at my reflection, “It’s for me actually.” I say. I could sense her grinning through the phone, “Come on in and we can talk alright?” She asked. I agreed and told her I would be there soon, hanging up after we said our goodbyes. I ran into the bedroom to change and then I was out the door after slipping my shoes on.

I pull Tyler’s jacket tighter around me. The New York cold was a different cold that I had yet to get used to even though he and I had lived together for two years now. Finally reaching the barbershop, the bell jingled indicating my arrival. I greeted my aunt’s coworkers before she came out the back hearing my voice. “So what’s up my darling? New braids? Or what about locs finally?” She asked as she guided me to her station. I smiled slightly at her, “Actually I was thinking something else.” I say then pull the hood off my head and set my bonnet on my lap.

The whole shop gasped knowing how much I loved my hair. My aunt’s grin grew, “Ah so you finally decided to join the club?” She said while running a hand along her shaved head. I smiled back nodding. “So what were you thinking? Making it blonde or maybe a design?” She questioned as she wrapped the cape around my neck and pumped the chair to lift it. “A design please. I don’t think I’m that edgy right now to bleach it.” I replied. She nodded as we discussed the design I wanted then she got to work.

Now I felt a lot more like myself seeing the design that graced the right side of my head. I hugged my aunt and paid her then said my goodbyes to everyone in the shop before heading out. Tyler was due to be home later on tonight so that gave me enough time to get some things from the store to make us dinner. I arrive back home setting the groceries on the counter and look at the clock above the stove, 6:24 pm. Only an hour left until he was home. I begin to take everything out of the bags and get busy cooking.

“Baby?!” I hear as I set the pasta to low. I grin and rush to the front door. He dropped his bags as I jumped into his arms. “Hey babygirl.” I heard him whisper as he hugged me tighter to him. ��Hey there champ.” I reply before pulling back, placing my hands on his face and pulling him to kiss me. He smiled into the kiss and began walking towards the kitchen, setting me on the island as we continued to kiss. I pull away and smile as he whines and he tries to follow my lips.

“Continue this later, I know you’re starving. And I have a surprise for you later.” I say as I go to move off the counter but I was stopped. “I got something else in my mind for dinner.” He said as his hands skimmed along my thighs. Oh how tempting he was. I shook my head and pushed him back slightly and moved to the stove, “Keep it in your pants, Senerchia.” I heard him huff a fine before helping set the table so we could eat.

After finishing dinner and doing the dishes Tyler and I were cuddled up on the couch looking for something to watch. “So what is this surprise you have for me baby?” He asked while still looking at the tv. I felt my heart begin to hammer against my ribcage, the thoughts from earlier making a reappearance. He was going to find out sooner or later. I sit up and he looks at me. “Close your eyes. No peeking.” I tell him as he sits up as well. He smirks as he closes his eyes, “KInda kinky. You got a blindfold and handcuffs?” I roll my eyes and mutter, “Such a horndog.” Then I take off my bonnet and grab my phone, turning on the camera to see how I look.

Perfect, I smile. I could feel him beginning to get impatient, “Can I look yet?” He whined. “Yeah, open your eyes baby.” I whisper as my eyes stay trained on his face. His beautiful eyes opened and they trail from my clothes clearly not seeing a certain surprise he thought it would be. Then they trail up to my head. They widen in shock. “Baby…” He trails off, fully taking in the image of me in front of him.

I smile slightly at him, “So what do you think?” I ask. At first he doesn’t answer, still entranced by the sight of my curls now gone. “Tyler?” I questioned again. Still no answer. Those thoughts from earlier today settled into my head tenfold. Before I could speak again he pulled me onto his lap and into a kiss. I melted into it as it turned messy. I pulled away after a few more seconds, “So?” I ask looking down at him, smoothing his hair back from his eyes. He gave a smile, “You look sexy. Not even that, I bet if I pulled open a dictionary you would be on every page with the synonyms of that word.” He spoke, his eyes shining with so much love and adoration. I giggle, “I think you mean a thesaurus babe.” He continued looking at me, “Yeah whatever you know what I meant. Can I feel it?” He asked.

Always so respectful asking to touch my hair even now when I barely had any, I nod. “Woah.” He muttered as his hands felt along my head. Then he smirked, “Shame, I will miss your hair since it was what I used to pull you to me when I hit it from the back. I guess this just gives me a reason to choke you more.” “Tyler Cole Senerchia, you absolute dog!” I gasped and hit his chest jokingly. His laughter filled the room as a smile graced my face. Safe to say he loved your new style putting those pessimistic thoughts out of your head. He made sure to show how much he loved it later on that night and every day after that.

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tinyidle · 5 months

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Can you do a Mishu smut with Shuhua as top and Miyeon is a sensitive bottom and Shuhua overstimulates her and makes her cry

let's see how quick i can write this while barely proofreading

I'm Not Sorry, Baby - CMY x YSH

WARNING: smut, some fluff at the end, kind of rough-ish sex, overstimulation, dry humping, dacriphyllia, subspace, kissing, hickies, nipple/breast play, nipple sucking, scissoring, dom!shuhua, top shuhua, sub!miyeon, sensitive!bottom miyeon, fiction ofc

shuhua pressed her lips onto miyeon's on her bed.

the older came to visit and hang out with the younger, but one thing led to another, and now the two are having a heated make out session.

miyeon's hands roamed all around shuhua's sides, trying to find a place to rest her eager hands while the taiwanese woman held her cheeks in her hands as they shared kiss upon messy kiss on miyeon's now plump lips. finally her hands rested on shuhua's hips as the younger moved her lips from miyeon's own lips to the olders cheeks, jawline, and then send flowerly pecks to her neck before resting her mouth there.

"shu- huaa," the older woman gasped as she felt shuhua's mouth make quick suction onto her neck, moving her hands from her hips to her buttk grasping it for a desperate sense of reality.

"mmh," shuhua hummed before letting go of miyeon's neck, licking over the area before giving it a gentle smooch and moving to another area to suck. by this time, she had her knees on either side of miyeon's hips, pressing her clothed crotched onto the other's in an attempt to get some friction. because of the material of their clothing, they could feel everything yet nothing at all.

shuhua unlatched herself from miyeon's now lightly blotched neck, smiling at the newly pink flowers of love she planted on her own personal canvas. sure, her lips were now throbbing and bruised from all the sucking, but found it to be worth the pain. "you look so pretty like this, unnie," she whispered while unbuttoning her top, letting it slip off along with her bralette. she then helps miyeon take off her top and bra before smiling down at how flushed the woman seemed to be from underneath her.

before miyeon could even ask her lover to do anything, shuhua rested her huge hands on her breasts, gently kneading them as she restarted her grinding on the older. miyeon was now breathing heavily as shuhua went from massaging her mound to using her thumbs to rub pleasure-bursting circles on miyeon's nipples. "you're s-so good to me," miyeon praised the younger before arching her back and calling out in pleasure as shuhua leaned down to use her mouth to please the older.

"mhmm," shuhua moaned before taking one nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it while still rubbing the other with her thumb. after a few minutes, she would switch between breasts while also continuing her grinding on the now completely red-in-the-face miyeon. when shuhua finally unlatched from her lover's nipples, she saw as miyeon looked close to the edge. leaning down to rub her own breasts to miyeon's highly-sensitive ones, she went close to miyeon's ear, kissing near it before whispering, "cum for me."

"ohhh~!" miyeon threw her head back and let out a sharp moan as she let her body just do whatever it wanted. she felt her juices flow down her thighs as she felt shuhua continue to rub against her clit. shuhua herself was falling apart as she used her older lover's orgasm to get off before releasing in her own confinements.

the two were breathing heavily, chest-to-chest, face sweaty and full of pleasure. when they would usually call it quits, shuhua got off of miyeon-- only to pull off both she and her girlfriend's bottoms off.

miyeon was confused, especailly post-orgasm. "shuhua, what are you-- FUCK!"

the younger went back to being on top of the older, hoisting her leg a bit to press her now bare clit to miyeon's equally bare core. as much as she tried to protest and unsuccessfully push away, miyeon let her lover use her to how she wanted. "im sorry, baby," shuhua feigned an expression regret, clearly stated on her face as it was covered in undenial pleasure. "but i know you love it."

while shuhua was pushing herself onto the older, eyes squeezed tight and moans in the form of pants, she decided to open them for a bit to see the state of the woman. miyeon's face was drenched with tears, her head contiously nodding with the phrase 'don't stop' and the word 'yes' being repeatedly chanted from her lips.

smirking, she pushed herself harder onto miyeon's clit, all until miyeon cried out. "fuck, im cumming! shuhua im cumming!" as miyeon let her body go into second release it needed, shuhua moaned loud as she grinded onto miyeon one more time before orgasming all over her lover.

they were both sweating hard, panting and on the verge of passing out.

after a few minutes of catching their breath, shuhua lifted up her hand to wipe the older's tears away. she then lifted the crying girl's chin up and gave her a gentle kiss. "unnie, i am actually sorry i made you cry," shuhua apologized.

"it's okay, shushu," miyeon assured her, brushing her long hair from her face before leaning in to kiss shuhua's still throbbing, slighlty heated lips. shuhua winced, but, after miyeon quitely apologized, shuhua only smiled and let her lover kiss her over and over again until they finally decided to clean up.

#gidle smut #miyeon smut #shuhua smut

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glorious-sunset · 2 months

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Reflections on Ep. 2 of LBFAD on rewatch

Haotian Tower: Body-swapped with each other and unable to access their usual powers, neither DongFang QingCang (DFQC) nor Xiao Lanhua (XLH) are able to escape from Haotian Tower. Not realising whom she is dealing with, XLH defiantly pokes DFQC in the shoulder when he asks her to use his body’s energy to break the Haotian matrix. This is the first of many times she pushes him around, something nobody else would even dare to contemplate! :D

DFQC is able to effortlessly tap into and use XLH’s usual powers to much greater effect than she herself can - to her amazement! Using white energy similar to what she used in ep. 1 to fix destiny leaves, he creates invisible scissors to give her body a trendy haircut (ever the king of style!) “Don’t forget, your body is in benzuo’s (this seat of power’s) hands now”.

XLH, mocking his self-address, angrily retorts that “ben gu niang (this girl) is going to make you bald now!” The moment she angrily starts tugging at her hair is when he first notices the effect of the one-heart curse she cast on him, which causes him phantom physical pain even when body-swapped!

DFQC can’t stand the sight of his own face crying and covered in tears and his nose running, which is why for the very first time in history, he allows himself to submit to the will of someone who is threatening him. He painstakingly reattaches each individual hair strand using XLH’s usual powers, something she could never have achieved herself while in her own body! XLH now agrees to cooperate with him, slyly justifying that an escaped criminal should the problem of the heavenly high gods and soldiers, and she shouldn’t take this job away from them. “Xiao Hua Yao (little flower demon), you have some features of the Moon Tribe” DFQC tells her appraisingly. But however hard she tries, XLH can’t control DFQC’s hellfire. Their only option is to repeat their previous kiss in an attempt to swap back!

Fountain Palace: Changheng (CH) is purposefully avoiding the victory celebrations in his honour. Although Yunzhong claimed in ep. 1 that CH was suppressing a rebellion at Northernmost Ocean, DFQC’s lieutenant Shangque (SQ) says later in this episode that the celestials recently invaded the Northernmost Ocean, that they have been taking advantage of the civil unrest to claim more and more of the Moon tribe’s lands! DFQC at that point noted bitterly that the celestials had been bullying the Moon tribe while he was away. I think CH must have at least an inkling that his tribe are the bullies here. The Moon tribe at Northernmost Ocean were so divided and disorganised that it was no challenge for him to defeat them and drive them away.

CH brought back souvenirs from Northernmost Ocean for the two people he cares about the most. The Firefly stone for XLH, and Green Flame Wine for Ronghao (RH) who has popped in(to a painting) for a visit. CH shares that he is horrified at the attitude of the celestials towards the masked fairy that sacrificed herself for him, saving his life and allowing them to reseal the Haotian matrix. The celestials never gave her a second thought. RH’s grief for his master Lady Chidi is a direct parallel of this! Lady Chidi’s battle with DFQC not only weakened him enough to allow the celestials to seal him in the first place, but her sacrifice (allegedly) saved the celestials from being wiped out by the 100,000 soldiers of the Moon tribe. However, none of the celestials gave her sacrifice a second thought, and nobody apart from RH and CH even visited her grave on the anniversary of her death.

RH is fishing for information from CH about the whereabouts of the Goddess of Xishan (Yunzhong also asks CH about this in ep. 5), whom he needs to kill in order to resurrect his beloved master.

Haotian Tower: Enter Dominatrix DFQC in XLH’s body! :D He is generally dominating, but it is more hilarious when they are body-swapped (and sexy when they are not). XLH is finally able to activate some of his hellfire to blast him away, but when he collides with an electric wall, realises that her body is in danger and could be disintegrated! She hastens to propel herself towards him so they can lock lips in their second lengthy and electrifying kiss.

It works, and they are back to their original bodies! DFQC smashes the Haotian Tower and matrix (made of the combined strength of the entire heavenly High Council) as if they are nothing. He then tries to kill XLH, not for revenge, but to keep his escape a secret. At this stage, he does not trust anyone, not even SQ, and much less any celestial. But the one-heart curse kicks in, he is unable to harm her, and allows her to leave (he also does this after their next encounter at Haishi). At this stage, he has rarely encountered a problem he can’t solve himself and believes the curse is no exception.

When reconstructing Haotian Tower, he deliberately leaves the bottom level of the tower broken, allowing celestial criminals to escape – both to provide a plausible reason for the disturbance that occurred when he destroyed the tower, and to distract the heavenly soldiers who would then be preoccupied with rounding up these escaped convicts. He is careful, however, to leave no sign of disruption to the Haotian matrix in order to prevent the celestials from checking on him.

Shuyu Forest: XLH, having discovered that CH’s destiny leaf is back to normal, is skipping happily through the forest. She’s happy because of CH, but this reminds me that the next time we see her skipping happily through Shuyu Forest in ep. 8, it’s because she has just spent several hot minutes exchanging underwater kisses with DFQC! The source of her happiness has changed between now and then ;D

CH, while investigating the disturbance in the forest and rounding up a couple of escaped convicts, drops XLH’s handkerchief which he had hastily stuffed into his sleeve at the end of the 2D painting scene. What kind of place is that to store such a treasured item? The impracticalities of robes without pockets! :D

Oblivion River: DFQC calls for his lieutenant, SQ, a fearsome giant black dragon who can also take the form of a handsome man. Although SQ was resting in the river when DFQC calls for him, he has proactively been keeping tabs on everything that has been going on during the 30,000 years of DFQC’s absence while keeping himself concealed. DFQC’s death had been announced 30,000 years ago, but SQ never gave up hope that the man he saw as a brother would return to him. SQ’s love and loyalty towards DFQC is incredible. XLH may have waited 500 years for DFQC, but SQ had already waited 60 times that amount of time before she came onto the scene.

Haishi: XLH visits Haishi, a city in a location outside the three realms and sees snow falling for the first time! She goes to the shop of her (so-called) friend Jieli to buy a Universe Pill in an attempt to heal her corroded immortal roots. Sadly, Jieli has been raised her whole life under the control of the show’s villains, who have used poison to control her actions. It is so sad in retrospect :(

Xuanxu Realm: DFQC and SQ visit the site of the catastrophic battle between DFQC and the former God of War Lady Chidi 30,000 years ago. In a flashback to the battle, both DFQC and Lady Chidi had blown themselves up to gigantic proportions (as DFQC does in ep. 3). This is a profound portrayal of how overpowered they both are! While battling each other for some time, DFQC marked the back of Lady Chidi's neck with his hellfire, and Lady Chidi significantly weakened DFQC. When 100,000 soldiers of the Moon Tribe arrived, Lady Chidi sacrificed her life in order to turn them to stone with the magic of her devastating Shuofeng sword. Lord Dong and the High Council were then able to seal DFQC’s body and spirit away with their combined efforts.

The enormous Shuofeng sword and the ten thousand petrified Moon Tribe soldiers still remain, but DFQC is unable to free his people without the primordial spirit of Lady Chidi.

Liufang Pavillion: Sent by Jieli to deliver goods to the pavillion, XLH rescues a poor plant spirit that had been abducted by the show’s villains, and discovers a hidden destiny leaf there! But all destiny leaves should be placed at Arbiter Hall so she quickly retrieves it. When she tries to read it, she can’t make out who it belongs to. To DFQC in ep. 3 however, it is as clear as day that it belongs to Xie Wanqing, the mortal reincarnation of Lady Chidi, as he recognises the mark of Hellfire on the back of her neck.

Alas, she is captured by Dieyi who cruelly whips her arms with a chain! Through the one-heart curse, DFQC suffers the same wounds as her and realises that something is wrong.

Here is a link to my episode 3 review (contains spoilers). All of my LBFAD articles and episode reviews can be viewed with the tag #lbfad reflections (hyperlinked) and the table of contents to these is here.

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Rival Treatment - Epilogue

David managed to rent the basement of the building. The heating in the place remained on all the time to torture Philip.

David looked pleased at Philip. His coach's friend had left 4 months ago, but David wouldn't stop screwing Philip's life and body.

"685 pounds Philip I really have turned you into a fucking pig"

"Look at you, you're disgusting and weak. You're barely able to breathe."

Philip couldn't even speak anymore even though his mouth remained open while he panted, Philiph drooled all the time, saliva dripping down his morbid body joining the sweat and fading to his skin.

"Camille doesn't even remember you, I doubt she recognizes the pig you are now anyway"

"You'll never get out of here. Although I would love for Camille to see you like this, she always said you were so handsome and that your athletic body was spectacular. What would she say if she saw how disgusting you look now, you fucking obese pig?"

"But now it's lunchtime Philip!"

David pulls the collar and chains on Philip's neck. He really doesn't want him to lose a single calorie from the effort, but it's wonderful to see how he puffs just by standing up and taking a few steps.

David forces him to walk and sees how the morbid body of his former rival shakes and sweats non-stop from the effort.

It takes Philip almost 20 minutes to get to the other side of the basement and it is torture for him. Philip knows the routine well and falls on an old mattress, David approaches and lifts Philip's head by the back of his neck so that he can look at him, he smiles and the obese boy's gasps resonate.

Then David places a kind of funnel in his pig's mouth. The funnel connects with a hose and this to a strange machine with a tank and in turn the machine filled the tank through a pipe that came from David's apartment.

David closed his fist and began to punch the huge belly of his former rival.

"I told you I would make sure you got fatter and fatter."

"You're almost at 700 pounds Phil"

David ran his fingers between Philip's reddened rolls of fat, smiled as he remembered his rival's amazing abs and saw and felt the flabby belly that hung and swayed to his knees. David admired the stretch marks and began counting Philip's sweaty rolls of fat.

"54 bulging rolls. Very good Phil, three more rolls than two weeks ago!"

"I just want that disgusting belly of yours to keep growing even though your face also looks pretty deformed now."

"Look, what you have there looks like 4 or five double chins, I can't even see your neck, much less is there a trace of your sharp jaw, eh stud?"

"Oh Philip, you were so handsome, but now I can barely see your eyes between your fat cheeks."

"Your hair still looks good. I could do something with your hair too, should I Philip? What do you have to lose, you're already fat and ugly anyway, you'll never be that handsome, beefy boy you used to be."

David went out and got some scissors, approached his fallen rival and began to cut the hair of the boy who was choking while he was fed non-stop by the hose.

"Fuck, no one would believe me if I told them how handsome you used to be, you were such a hunk and I ruined you."

David left a horrible haircut, in some places he looked bald, as if a child had pulled out and cut his hair.

David pulled at Philip's uneven hair, pulling out a few more strands, and he just stared at him as he continued to swallow through the funnel.

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Soon Philip reached 700 pounds to the satisfaction of David who enjoys watching his rival panting and motionless.

Buried there under pounds and pounds of disgusting fat was his rival who used to make everyone drool and brag about his incredible muscles and his attractiveness.

His incredible abs were long gone, he went from a six pack to over 60 sweaty, disgusting rolls, from his strong pecs to moobs that hung like bags of fat, David believed Philip's nipples might touch his pelvis if he didn't. out for his huge belly which holds his flabby moobs.

"You were an arrogant, conceited idiot, always bragging about your own body. Well, looking at your obese body in these mirrors is a good punishment for you, you thought you were so hot and that all of us wanted to see your fucking perfect physique. But I prefer to see you like this, I love seeing how fat you've gotten and having seen you lose every inch of your fucking muscles Phil."

"Every chance you had, you took off your shirt and showed off your damn muscles and those fucking abs you had. I'll make you stay eating in front of the mirrors. I don't think you even want to see your damn flabby reflection, huh? But I like it"

"I love seeing how your muscles have been destroyed and how they are buried in kilos and more kilos of fat."

"I won't stop Philip, I don't care if you reach 800 or a thousand pounds, you moron, I won't stop ruining your body as much as I can, I don't care if you can't move anymore or can barely breathe. I'll make you eat more and more, you're a pig, my fucking pig, do you hear me?"

Philip could only moan even with the funnel in his mouth.

"Ohhh how clueless, let me take that away from you

"Now I want you to say it."

Philip could barely speak as he caught his breath and some noises and burps came out of his mouth, so he said it.

"I'm a pig, a fat and ugly pig"

David's smile grew bigger as he heard Philip's weak voice.

"Oh but you're mine you know? You belong to me say so"

"I am your pig, you are my owner David"

"Do you think I'm better than your Phil?" David lifted his shirt and flexed his incredible six pack and biceps mockingly.

"You are better than me David, you are better, you have a hot body and I'm just a fatass"

"I think you're fat and disgusting, right?" David shook his flaccid stomach, Philip, still looking at him.

"I'm fat and disgusting, I'm an obese pig" one slap to his stomach and Philip's belly jiggled for several seconds.

"You were 175 pounds of beefy muscle, how much do you weigh now Phil? I told you before I put the funnel on you this morning, remember?"

"Weight 743 pounds"

" 743 pounds damn! I still remember when you got on the elevator and flirted with Camille in front of me, son of a bitch. You strutted up to us and pressed the button for the top floor in the elevator, remember? I must admit that I was so jealous of you, I envied your attractiveness. I hated how good you looked in your white collared shirt and I hated the most the way Camille looked at your marked muscles through the sweaty shirt, I think you should have even done push-ups before arriving, your arms and torso were too pumped. It didn't matter that I was there, I think you even took the opportunity to show me off and show off your beautiful body in my face"

" You took off your shirt and smiled, flexing your incredible body, practically letting her touch you and caress your pecs and abs. Meanwhile I was still standing like an idiot watching a hot bastard steal my chance with Camille, but now look at you, all that's left is a pathetic fat fucking pig".

David just wanted to laugh out loud when he saw the tears in his rival's eyes as David kneaded his fat here and there, squeezing his flabby arms and thighs, pinching his moobs and poking his tummy as he laughed and made sounds imitating to a pig.

#male weight gain fantasy #weight gain story #gaining fiction #gaining weight #exjock #you getting fat #you got fat #Rivals Treatment

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iznsfw · 2 years

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Skirted Terror

LE SSERAFIM's Kim Chaewon x Loona's Park Chaewon (Gowon) x M!Reader

4964 words

Categories: the best of both worlds; girl-on-girl; anal; standing 69; scissoring; students!2Chae & student!reader; a gift for the G.O.A.T

An attempt at something... I don't know if this was already done before, but this is dedicated to @kaedewrites, the best Chaewon(s) stan. Hope this not only fulfills your anal Chaewon request but your dream threesome. I promise to work on the collab when I get the time. Also, the last part was edited in a rush.

Also, there's a reference to the username one of the writers I admire. You just have to find out who and where ;)

Gowon and Chaewon best girls <3

"I'm telling you, it isn't my fault! Sungwoon set me up!"

Your grumbles are clear as day as they echo off the walls of the hallway your teacher is dragging you through. If your leather school shoes had the power to speed you out of one place, you would have tugged yourself free from your teacher's hands and punched the face of the smug-looking bully who has terrorized the majority of your final and senior year in high school. Watch that irritating smirk fade from his face like that as the blood and tears leak. Make your knuckles sore but proud of you for finally taking a stand.

In a perfect world, you would have done that. But it isn't a perfect world, and you don't have magic shoes. You don't have the power to struggle from your teacher. All you can do is glower at Sungwoon, who stands just a few feet away from you, surreptitiously waving you goodbye.

"That inappropriate graffiti can only be made by you, punk!" your teacher, Sir Kang, says angrily, shaking his head. "You're the only student here who ever gave a fuck about arts and you used it to do that!"

Steal a glance at aforementioned graffiti, bright and menacing on the wall. In any other place, like the back of building or alleys, the spray-painted statement "SUCK MY DICK AND BALLS" would be acceptable. But not in a Catholic school like yours, no. You curse it for starting your problems one last time before you shout out another contradiction: "I'm telling you, I didn't do it! I don't even have the money for spray paint!"

"Bring that up with the presidents. I don't wanna hear any of your excuses. You've already disappointed me enough."

The presidents? Does he mean the presidents? You pray that it isn't what you think it means.

Sir Kang finally stops at a classroom. He raps his knuckles on its door thrice, then throws it open and shoves you in the room.

Once you take a look around, you shudder in fear. You know this place. It's been gossiped about by your classmates and cursed by the delinquents. The blackboard scrawled with chalked school rules, the bright pink bags propped below it—this is your school's infamous room of terror, the room where the student government holds their annual meetings.

And who else to uphold that title of terror other than the president and vice president, Kim Chaewon and Park Chaewon?

Oh no, there they are.

The two of them look at you like they've been waiting for this moment. You wonder if they had something to do with your framed offense. What if... no, that's abuse of power, and with a reputation like theirs, they would never dare do that.

Though the two girls are mononymous, they surely are nothing alike. The president Kim Chaewon has freshly dyed pink hair and a fringe that covers the top of her face. She looked adorable, and you admittedly would have had a crush on her if she doesn't bring that ice cold glare everywhere with her.

The vice president, Park Chaewon, (also known as "Gowon"—a nickname given to her by your fellow students simply to tell her apart from her Kim counterpart), dons a purple clip fitted snugly on her blonde hair that matches the color of her plaid skirt. She's known for having a blunt personality and expression—the classic "Gowon look": large round eyes staring into your soul, arms crossed and raised eyebrows.

Their intimidating glares shoot bullets into your stability. One down, two down, three—

"Is this the guy, Teach?"

Chaewon stands with her hands placed over her hips, head tilted to the side as she looks you up and down. You squirm a little, immediately feeling uncomfortable.

Mr. Kang nods. "Indeed. It's part of the student government's responsibility to decide what to do with pupils like him. I'm fucking tired of his shit."

"Delinquent punk again?"

"Yep. Deal with him for me, will you, girls?"

"Oh, we will, Sir Kang," Gowon assures the stressed out teacher. She nods understandingly. "We will."

Gowon darts her gaze towards yours and gives you a crooked smile. It would have been cute if it weren't for the haunting sound of Chaewon slamming the door shut and clicking it locked.

Your skin is hot though the air-conditioner in the room is supposed to prevent any major heat. But it can't drive away the two girls who are igniting that very heat, no. It didn't stop them from knocking you into the chair in front of the teacher's desk Chaewon is perched on. And it definitely wouldn't stop whatever wicked punishment they plan to give you.

Your ass lands hard on the metal seat. Gowon keeps it there by placing her foot in between your legs and wrapping one silky hand around your tie.

"Ow!" you yelp-gasp, choking when Gowon yanks your tie forward.

"Ooh, careful with him, Gowonie," says Chaewon, swinging her legs with contradicting excitement. "Wouldn't want him to cry before we even get to the good part."

"You're right. Let's freshen him up a bit."

She tightens the knot around your throat as quick as the bat of an eyelash. You whimper helplessly, clinging on to her hands to yank them off your tie. But this girl has an unnaturally strong grip; her fingers remain clasped around your patterned uniform tie despite your scratches.

"Did you think you were some kind of badass for making that graffiti, you smug bastard?" Gowon asks you. "Answer me honestly. Did you think you were cool for defying the very values and regulations of this school we try so fucking hard to keep decent?"

A swift kick from Gowon aimed at your crotch sends you bleating in pain. "Please, I was set up! I didn't do it!" you plead with her. Meanwhile your mind races with fear and curious thoughts: Doesn't this count as school violence too? Or some sort of abuse of power? Most importantly, is this even allowed?

Gowon scoffs, laughing amusedly at your reactions to her. "They all say that," she informs you matter-of-factly, "it's all the same shit, different day with this shitty school."

Wasn't she just telling you off for allegedly disrespecting school rules? God, Gowon can rollercoaster through emotions so quickly despite her usual blank face.

You look at Chaewon for any sign of a possible change of heart from her. But she only looks on at you being harassed with a happy smile on her face, as if Gowon torturing you is a movie that keeps her on the edge of her seat.

(Or for this matter: desk.)

Gowon quirks her eyebrows at you losing eye contact with her, but when she follows your gaze that leads to the other Chaewon sitting a few feet away from you, the same crooked smile fixes itself on her glossy lips. Only this time, it exudes much more evil.

"Oh, you like Chaewon?"

Stammer out a nervous, "I... uh..."

"Don't worry, I'm not mad; Chaewon's the campus crush." Gowon looks at her almost lovingly and licks her lips. Her eyes rake over the president's squishable cheeks, long pink hair, and petite bod. "Anyone would do anything for her. Would you?"

"I guess," you say hesitantly, eyebrows raising to comical levels because of the strange compliments Gowon throws at Chaewon. Chaewon doesn't seem to be bothered by that though; she even giggles, shyly tucking her hands under her thighs.

"Look at her body. So slim, so fuckable, right? You like Chaewon's body, punk?"

"Y-yeah."

"You do? Then touch her."

Suddenly, Chaewon's creamy skirted legs are taking strides towards you. You watch the sway of her hips intently for the slightest slip of her shorts into view. Gowon isn't dull; she can see your perverted eyes, but she lets Chaewon's body invade your common sense like a snake sneaking into a bird's nest.

What's the similarity between sex and a hungry snake in a nest?

Something is always swallowed in the end.

Your hands lightly grasp Chaewon's sides. Chaewon makes a soft gasp, but stays in between your fingers. You mindlessly slide them down to her hips then to the back of her skirt, where you grip both globes of her cute, round ass.

"Mmm!" Chaewon whines. Her clit pulses needily, and she circles her ass into your palms. "Fuck, Gowon, I'm so worked up."

Gowon rises to her feet. She brushes her classmate's hair aside from her shoulder. Her hot bubblegum breaths land on Chaewon's neck and make the girl whimper. What more can she do when she starts kissing it?

"You see, Chaewon here"—Gowon slips a hand to the front of Chaewon's skirt and gropes her crotch, patting the skirt over the soaked panties and shorts—"has always begged and begged me to find a good boy who can take it up her ass. 'Please, Gowon-ah, just once!', 'I promise I'll shut up after it happens.' She wants someone with a big cock who can fuck her from behind and make it a memorable first time."

"Don't say it so boldly, G-Gowon-ah," Chaewon rebukes her. "M-mmph! Ah!" She hangs her head with a cry of pleasure after Gowon begins stimulating her perked clit.

"Sorry, baby. I just want to see if this delinquent can do this 'punishment' well enough for you. Don't be mad, okay?"

Muffled groans become involuntarily audible and an erection becomes involuntarily visible. You used to see the president and vice president of the student council as tough stuck-ups, but seeing Chaewon melt like that with just a few touches here and there might just change how you view them. Who wouldn't, though, if the two hottest girls in school were grinding against each other like this in front of them?

Gowon faces you again and offers you a question:

"Can you pound Chaewon's ass good and hard?"

Her words are a key to a padlock you never knew was there. Once it slides off the door, it leads to a rush of emotions overtaking your senses.

"Yes," you answer, finally.

"Good. Turn around for us, Chaewon."

Ms. President does as told, sticking her ass out at you. Her white shorts underneath her checkered skirt are embarrasingly damp already. Not a problem for you, though; you slip them and her panties down all the same.

Chaewon quivers because of the certain unnameable feeling one gets before doing something a little dangerous. A mix of nervousness and excitement? You could never know what else she feels in this type of situation besides horny.

You lift the lapels of her skirt upwards. They unveil her cute petite ass, all ready for your cock, along with a wet innie that's alluring all the same. Swipe a finger in between her folds to see her reaction: a quiet sob of gratification.

You've done anal before, yes, with one of your previous girlfriends. But it's been a while since that happened. You wonder if you can do it again.

Hmmm?

Let's see, you challenge yourself silently while you free your aching erection.

"Since you're being compliant so far," says Gowon, "I'll take away one week of detention. But only if I get a good time from you too."

That's a deal you'll make gladly. However, it's your turn first to fulfill your end of it.

Chaewon's brown puckered hole tightens and untightens around air as your hands guide her to sit down on your dick. Her asshole is lubricated enough because of her wetness running down to it, but she still shivers after your tip touches it.

"Ohhh..."

Her cheeks tighten around her hole. God, she's so worked up, and your cock isn't even inside her yet. She has to be careful in taking it all.

"Oh fffffuck!"

Tightness surrounds you immediately. Chaewon cries out loudly. Her breaths fall out of pattern seen in the shuddering of her shoulders. Her hands fly to the sides of your seat.

"Oh my god, you're huge..." she says. "I should have- I should have brought lube with me. It's too big, it's too—!"

Her ass smacks your lap.

Kim Chaewon has finally taken the full seat.

Sweat rolls down your face. Gasps leave your open mouth. Chaewon's virginal tightness, tensed and unprepared around your rod, is driving you nuts. Forcing your cock to move despite the tightness is almost as difficult as your finals examination. Her juices staining your uniform pants like a steadily flowing stream are almost as wet as the tears you cried during exam hour—

The jokes stop making themselves as soon as Chaewon removing her school jacket distracts you. Once the jacket falls to the ground, she now sits there only in her white blouse. And god, does she look so sexy. She clearly did not think to wear a bra today; her erect nipples poke the fabric stubbornly, begging to be played with. In between moans, she circles them with her palms, letting you slowly bounce her on your lap.

Curse after broken curse leaves her lips meanwhile stream after stream of hot arousal leaves the lower ones. Poor Chaewon is driving herself crazy. How can such a small body stand your large cock ruining her impossibly tight ass and your fingers stretching her soaked vagina?

It's a scientific anatomy experiment whose conclusion will hopefully be an orgasm wrung out of Chaewon.

"Fuck, this is so hot. Look at her face."

Too bad that you couldn't see the slutty ahegao on Chaewon's face like Gowon requested. You had already faced Gowon again to see her on the teacher's desk with her legs spread-eagled wide open. She's fingering herself, evoking lewd squishing sounds from her pussy and rendering herself gasping. With the way she's so enthusiastically fingering herself, she'll be having an ahegao just like her fellow president's.

Gowon is set on getting herself there. And even if she wasn't, she would still be on the road towards it because of her focus instinctively locking onto Chaewon's small body riding and grinding on you. Her ears can only hear yours and Chaewon's harmonious groans and moans of sheer pleasure.

Her wrist conveniently rubbing her nub for her, Gowon thrusts her fingers faster into herself. Her face has changed to an expression no student outside of this room could imagine on her. Her moans start to shamelessly echo in the room too.

All those teachers were wrong when they said chastity is a virtue. Virtues are things one is supposed to take pride in, and Park Gowon can confidently say she's prouder of fingering herself to the scene of her best friend receiving anal than she is of her long lost virginity.

Gowon never lets one sex scene go unwatched.

"Please, faster!" Chaewon begs. She's starting to adjust to your size, learning to transform the pain into pleasure. She bounces on your lap demandingly. "Please stretch my asshole, sir! It's all yours!"

You've never been begged for so desperately like that. You see the need written in Chaewon's tear-streaked face as she looks back at you, spreading her cheeks for you and needily grinding her hole on your cock.

Fuck. Alright, you'll bite.

You grab Chaewon's sides and pull her back down your lap. Her jaw drops; your cock feels so big inside her, stretching her never-before used hole. She lets out an "Mmmph!" after you lift and drop her back down on your lap again.

And again.

The willpower develops in your core and shows itself through the pistoning you perform for and in Chaewon's ass. While you slam her up and down like a rag doll, you thrust your hips too, not letting a second go by that isn't one spent fucking her ass.

"Hah! Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

Chaewon's small tits bounce madly beneath her blouse. She's letting out a whiny, elongated scream that you hope isn't heard by the other students outside. Although she's an experienced singer, her voice cracks because of your fingers forcing themselves inside her cunt. Both holes are tensed and tight, yet fun to screw. One is wetter and the other is tighter, though you are starting to think that they are both too tight to stretch.

"Oh fuck, oh god, it's so fucking hot," Gowon cries out of nowhere. She is still diligently fingering herself to an orgasm. Her wrist is beginning to ache, but the pain doesn't hinder her Flash-paced thrusting. "You guys are gonna make me cum so hard!"

You've never heard Gowon's voice in a range any louder than her normal speaking tone. So, to hear her voice nearly developing into a full-fledged scream along with her masturbating to you fucking Chaewon senseless is like a dream you never knew you wanted to have.

And Chaewon can only bounce faster, and you can only fuck her harder. Two bodies move and rub against each other in unmeasured yet satisfying sync, a very wrong thing to do in this school and setting.

Why is it bad, after all, if it feels so good?

"Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhh, oppa!" a pink-faced Chaewon screams. Squirming against your index at her clit, she bursts like a bubble. Chaewon writhes against you as her orgasm takes her away forcefully. She's an unbridled force herself; it is almost like she's a brat throwing a tantrum when she squeals and cries on your lap, unable to bear such a strong orgasm.

It's too much for you. Too much that it would be laughable if you had not creamed Chaewon's bubble butt as if it were a pastry. You would eat her pastry if this were a slightly different situation. Maybe someday.

The ends of her skirt have stains on them from both your semen and her juices. Her thighs are slick and trembling as your hands massage them to calm her down.

"Wow... good job, punk," Gowon calls out weakly. She had reached her high too. It was obvious from the wetness she had sprayed all over the desktop. "You even got her to call you 'oppa.' God knows what needs to happen before you bring out oppa's little slut."

Chaewon is not able to contradict her. She's passed out on your lap, humming a foreign dazed tune. Her legs lay limp and useless as jelly above yours.

Did you really just fuck a girl to sleep?

"I guess it's my turn now, huh?" Gowon asks expectantly. She poses a question, but the look on her face tells you that she's going to get what she wants whether or not you grant her her turn.

But you aren't too sure if you can take another round. Although Gowon lying there in her ruined uniform looks awfully tempting, you possess little strength after fucking Chaewon. You are certain this is what your school athletes feel after they join racing games in the Intramurals: completely weak, tired, and sweaty.

Wait, no. You shake your head defiantly. Screw the weakness in your body. How many times do you get to fuck the Chaewons? Defile one of them and do so again to the other? With your school's strict Catholic upbringings and teachers, it would be difficult to get another chance next time.

You have to dive in and grab this opportunity.

But first...

You muster all the might left in you to carry the passed out Chaewon and let her rest on the table clusters. Not exactly an ideal place to nap, but you had to be resourceful. You cover her with her jacket and slip one of the teachers' neck pillow beneath her head.

Even when she had just been fucked out of her mind, Chaewon remains a beauty. A Sleeping Beauty you'd cast in a live-action remake of the tale if there were any.

Gowon watches you closely. She has sat back up eagerly, monitoring your every move. She gives you a small smile as soon as you approach the desk she's perched on. "Can I get my turn now?" she inquires innocently.

You scan her from head to toe. Even without a fancy plastic gown, you realize Park Gowon is the perfect Barbie doll—blonde, petite, and pretty.

Pretty...

You never really noticed until now how beautiful Gowon is. She's always been a little overshadowed by the more famous Chaewon, but she definitely isn't lacking either in beauty. Her crooked smile, although you're sure she will disagree, is definitely one of the best things about her.

Gowon shows you that exact smile as she notices you're gawking at her. "Why are you staring at me like that, doofus?" she asks teasingly.

"Because I'm about to flip your world upside down."

Before she can respond, you've effortlessly lifted her into your arms. She's as light as a feather because of her small height and build. Just like a doll.

So it wasn't hard, really, to turn her upside down and seal her thighs securely around your neck. She makes a sound of surprise, but like you, she's excited. Curious. Daring.

The musky feminine scent of Gowon's cunt reaches your nostrils. Her pussy leaks with need, and you make it your objective to fulfill that need. You perform it by pulling Gowon's hips towards your face and starting to eat her out.

"Ohhhh!"

Gowon's walls contract around your active tongue. She starts to rub her pussy in your face, desperately wanting the delicious feeling of your pink muscle licking at her sensitive parts. Soon your lips are glossy too, just like hers.

Gowon is in heaven, if the paradise were an upside down classroom. Your stiff cock bumps against her face. She gives it a tender, curious lick. You both moan at the same time—her because of your groan vibrating on her cunt, and you because of her tongue that parallels the talent of yours even if things are just getting started. She wraps her fingers around your rod and jerks it up and down. The veins protrude against her warm palm.

She slips it inside her mouth all at once.

"Holy shit, Gowon," you gasp. You look down for a second and see the vice president eagerly bobbing her head on your penis, even with her blonde hair hanging at the sides and her face beginning to turn red. You up the stamina of your tongue to return the favor. It swipes from her clit to her asshole, which enjoys a five second long tongue-fuck that makes Gowon cry out, then slips back inside her slit.

Her ass tastes amazing, just like her pussy. You wonder how Chaewon's ass tastes, and if you will ever be able to find that out.

Nope, you have to focus on Gowon for now.

The two of you devour each other like wolves. Gowon suckles on you as if you were a delicious lollipop while you eat her pussy as if you've been starved for days. It's hot and sticky and oh-so-sinful. With the cross of Jesus in the center of the wall and the prayer written on the board, it's ironic too. Why are the girls from Catholic schools the freakiest? you ask yourself, although you don't have an answer.

But maybe, just maybe, it's the naughty dreams that are so far-fetched from chaste. The repressed guilty frustration. The lingering perverted stares at the beautiful thighs wrapped in tight stockings. The urge to sin with pleasure.

The school can't hold you back. You aren't a kid anymore, and neither are Gowon and Chaewon. This is the three of you finally being free from the shackles of this hellhole of an institution.

Being an adult isn't so bad after all.

"F-fuck," Gowon swears through a mouthful of cock, "I'm going to cum."

"Let's do it together?"

"Just hurry, please," she begs. "I'm almost there."

She strengthens the suction of her lips till she's almost vacuuming the pre-cum out of you. Each suck is strong and hard, rendering you weak at the knees. She fondles your testicles the best she could, even jerking you off at the fastest velocity she can muster. Up and down, up and down, up and down—

An overdose of lust results in you cumming in Gowon's pretty little mouth. Similarly, she closes her eyes and moans, warning you that she couldn't take more even if she wanted to. She follows that up with a truthful lock of her legs around your head. The grip of her thighs is so tight that you are surprised your head didn't pop in the process.

Your face is as red as Gowon's. Both of you suffer a fatal lack of oxygen, but your instincts are overpowered by carnal lust. You keep thrusting in Gowon's mouth full of your cum and ferociously eating out her pussy. Breaths fail to reach your lungs. But her liquids manage to spill on the land of your tongue and down your throat. Gowon pulls away at last and gasps for air like a fish flung out of its bowl.

Your legs are starting to fail you. You quickly prop Gowon back on the desk before collapsing on the floor. Your head knocks against the chalk panel, but at least it's something you can actually feel besides exhaustion and heat.

The classroom is fading from your vision. The posters on the wall become a rainbow blur. You shut your eyes for a while and let yourself bask in the open air and comforting temperature of the classroom.

It feels like heaven. It's quite surprising you are let in after all the sodomy and cunnilingus.

You open your eyes. Everything is back to normal now. The colorful posters aren't painful to look at anymore, and you can clearly see the tables pushed to the sides of the room. Chaewon is resting on one of the clusters, and—oh wait, she's awake now. And Gowon still sits on the desk, leaning against the wall.

The whole room smells like sex. What are you going to tell Sir Kang when he returns?

"What now?" you ask the cum-covered Gowon for help. Her face is painted with white, along with her uniform.

Gown exchanges a look with Chaewon. Somehow, without words, the two girls gain a telepathic understanding. And the only hint you got of their exchange is Gowon's peace-signed hands knocking into each other.

You're sure there's a fitting porno name for whatever's happening right now.

You try to think of some. "DETENTION GONE SEXUAL! Mononymous Schoolgirls Scissor Each Other While Delinquent Watches!" can be a good one. You hope that if there's some secret camera in the classroom and someone gets a hold of the sex footages, they'll be nice enough to title it that way when they leak it.

Because that's exactly what's going on right now.

Legs interlocked, Park Chaewon and Kim Chaewon rub their leaking snatches together in front of you. Gowon lies on the floor while Chaewon holds her leg upwards to spark the satisfying sensation of their two clits rubbing against each other. Their moans are a symphony that never leaves your ears.

"Oh, oh, oppa!" Chaewon ups her hips and squeezes her eyes shut. "It feels so good! G-Gowonie's pussy is so wet!"

She doesn't need to describe it for you. You can clearly see their connected crotches, and witness how Gowon's vagina is abundantly leaking. You've already tasted it before, so you know how good it is for Chaewon to be moaning like that.

Gowon is breathless on the floor beside Chaewon. Patches of your cum spot her blouse. Her tie is loosened around her neck just enough for her to freely let out heavy pants.

Your cock is as flaccid as ever. You jerk it in your fist as you take in the the whole scene. Chaewon's moans are pitchy while Gowon's are on the huskier side. They blend together in the air and serve as igniters of your semen.

As their shaved pussies press and rub together, your cock sprays cum all over them. The white fluids land on Chaewon's white blouse and make it wet enough for it to show her pink nipples undetneath the fabric. She coyly circles her nipples with her palm while looking straight at you, a glossy pink lip tucked under her pearly whites.

"Fuck!" Who knew just that could evoke more cum out of you? More spurts of white fling onto Gowon's tight tummy. But no amount of ejaculations could stop the two girls from scissoring.

And as Chaewon whimpers and Gowon screams, you pray that you get another chance at this. Maybe another time, they'd scissor with your cock in between.

"Hey. Hey! Mr. Jung, are you even listening to me?"

Light peeks underneath your eyelids and welcome you awake. "W-wha... huh?"

"You really weren't listening to me, were you?" your irritated guidance counselor asks. "You fell asleep!"

Huh?

You sit up in your chair. Look down and see that the armrests are a familiar light green plush. The classic seats designed for offices. And by the shelves labelled "LOST AND FOUND" and certificates you see when you look around, you can tell this is the guidance office.

You turn back to your counselor. "I'm sorry, but why am I here?"

She rolls her eyes. "You were sent here for creating inappropriate graffiti near the convent," she tells you. "Now I'll have to send Mr. Kang to bring you to the presidents of the council to see what they think should be done with you."

"W-who?"

"The presidents of the council! You don't know them? Park Gowon and Kim Chaewon?"

#request #kpop smut #izone smut #loona smut #kim chaewon #kim chaewon smut #chaewon #chaewon smut #park chaewon #park chaewon smut #park gowon #park gowon smut #gowon #gowon smut #male reader #reader insert

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toasted-valentine · 2 months

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Other Adamandi details that fuck me up

•Repeated lines about becoming one within A Little More in Love, this will come back to bite both of them in the ass

•Beatrix stating that students love the prize section and that if you can’t get permission ask for forgiveness. Vincent is obsessive over getting noticed, is very happy about being called out for murder on the front page, Portia is explicitly told not to say anything about Vincent’s murders, and later on Beatrix ends up on fighting Vincent while trying to apologize to them.

•Vincent’s slow progression into becoming Ambrose. First it’s the cardigan, then calling Beatrix Ms. Reporter, his tie is tied when he shows Quincy the article which he had never done up until that point, putting Ambrose’s jacket on, skinning his face and wearing it, and Ambrose’s ghost speaking in sync with them.

•Portia cuts one of Beatrix’s strings and Beatrix proceeds to forget about how many Phaethon nominees are left alive and let’s it slip to Portia

•Beatrix being a space cadet throughout the entire show, not even sure if that was intentional, just find it funny. Spacing out during I Me Myself and not hearing what Portia said, not noticing Portia trying to cut a string off till the scissors are in front of their face, being forgetful and needing the strings or they’ll fuck up. Their mind is not in the building lol

•Beatrix keeping their reporter hat in The Other Side Of Failure but swapping out the Ardess jacket for a regular green one. She was able to find a middle ground between being a reporter and not being obsessive over it.

•The choreography in Word To The Wise keeping Vincent out of sync with the ensemble, visually showing his separation from the group.

•Vincent losing respect for Beatrix as he becomes more like Ambrose, going from being friends and calling them by their name to calling them Ms. Reporter and being self obsessed in the same way Ambrose was. In their initial interactions Vincent and Beatrix were having an actual conversation, making jokes, being friendly. At the end Vincent is talking over her the same way Ambrose did during his interview.

•The visual story telling in how the red strings clash against blue strings on Beatrix’s gloves, and that whenever the lie it’s associated with gets brought up she starts fiddling with the string nervously.

•Quincy freaking out about someone being on Studdon hall when they can’t find Vincent after it being repeatedly implied that they were going to jump off when they met Vincent, making their mind go to the worst case scenario and rushing to the top.

•The fact you can see some of the saints in the wings of the theater before they fully come on stage.

•Saint Jude being silent, Quincy not being able to hear him and not hear any hope for hopeless causes.

•The absolute fuckery that is Vincent giving Ambrose hope for life then killing him, damn just rubbing salt in that wound.

•Vincent not having a part in Me Myself and I initially due to not being selfish like the others, then taking over Ambrose’s part when they kill him, the start of them becoming like Ambrose.

•Read All About it implying that Ardess has a suicide problem among its students and that’s why everyone’s so confused why it’s being made note of in the paper, and explaining why Quincy never seeked help for depression, Ardess having a very disapproving view on mental health struggles. It also explains why Beatrix was able to get help in the past for their issues, they would’ve been in high school during their mental health scare.

•Beatrix’s ghost writing coming back towards the end when they’re able to use Portia’s position as apart of Local News to ghost write an article under Portia’s name, their access to the records of previous winners combing it with Portia’s position. They succeed via working together, a stark contrast to Ardess’ mentality of doing it all on your own.

•The visual story telling of Beatrix having the key to the Prize Section around their neck, a constant reminder for the audience that they’re the only person who can get into it.

•Vincent’s time traveling Ronald Reagan patch. I like to think that they met one time and Vincent hated this random twenty something so much that he made the patch and sewed it on out of pure spite.

•The trolly car problem coming up in the beginning, later on each character being in some sort of trolly car problem. Vincent chooses to let more people die for selfish reasons, Quincy can’t make the self sacrificing choice in stopping Vincent, Beatrix justifies letting Vincent continue the killings with the fact they can help more people by winning and getting a higher position sacrificing the few for the sake of the many, and Portia believing that no matter what good could come out of Beatrix potentially winning that Vincent killing people is still wrong.

•Beatrix’s constant moral dilemma within the show, repeatedly second guessing herself, and the ways they do mental gymnastics to keep themself going. They are so good at lying and creating stories that they create one in their own mind to justify their actions, this being made note of during their section of Me Myself and I.

•Beatrix shown to respect their grandmother a lot, and complimenting Portia by saying that their grandmother would like her, and Portia in the end helping Beatrix realign their moral compass because she has her priorities straight.

•Something I find funny, Beatrix always being quick on their feet for a lie to keep their plan steady but their mental processing slows to that of a floppy disk when romance gets brought up cause she’s been so married to her work that they haven’t even processed that they like girls yet lol

•Vincent being able to relate to Ambrose due to both being trans, Vincent allowing themself to be non traditionally masculine, while Ambrose is obsessed with the idea of it.

•Beatrix being the one to announce Ambrose’s suicide, presumably having been the one to ghost write the article, but not actually singing with the ensemble cause they know/suspect that Vincent was the killer.

•The admin interacting with Beatrix directly to give them things to read out, a visual show that they’re being manipulated by the admin.

•Ambrose’s makeup in the second act being a visualization of Vincent having made him geometric, later on cutting the lines to slice Ambrose’s face off. Originally may have been for Ambrose to chisel the points to smoothness, instead used for Vincent’s own motivations.

•The mis-en-scène having marble sculptures placed atop the center archway as foreshadowing to Ambrose’s fate.

•The repeated eye motifs in the background to emphasize the feeling of constant watching, that no matter where someone is or what they’re doing, they’re always being watched.

•The drawings on the chalk boards having some nice details, it’s fun trying to figure out who would’ve drawn each of them within the context of the story. A lot of them probably were Vincent, the saint was most likely Quincy, and that one about pulling strings feels like Beatrix being petty.

•Towards the end of Oh, Ms Reporter! Vincent says he wants to douse it in gasoline, later creating an entire fucking pyre

•Beatrix smoking when they’re at their worst, changing their personality for Ardess, tricking Vincent, trying to convince Portia to let the murders go. They’re also smoking with Vincent, symbolically passing on their worst attributes to him and poisoning them.

•Beatrix putting their cigarette out on their desk during Ghost Writer when they reveal that they want to do good and that’s what they’ve been using to justify their actions, along with putting it out when they’re questioning if they should trick Vincent. The cigarette goes out when her better attributes start showing.

•The fun bit of costume design used to achieved Beatrix’s strings and Quincy’s bandages, both using gloves to prevent them from falling off. It’s so simple but cleaver.

•Repeated halo imagery used for Quincy and their steady descent into religious fanaticism.

•Ambrose handing Vincent a table leg to swing at Beatrix during their fight, making sure that the blow would be fatal, unlike how a scalpel swing would just maim.

•Beatrix worrying that Vincent might kill someone or die in an awful fight during Me Myself and I, Vincent does both.

•The show of how each of the main trio’s morality shift through the show with how, in the end, Vincent and Quincy still want the prize while Beatrix rejects it outright.

•Quincy repeatedly using sunlight as a metaphor for happiness, but Portia and Beatrix being the ones who get to wake up next to each other under sunlight, while Vincent and Quincy lose that.

•Vincent not having any jacket when their ghost comes on stage during The Other Side of Failure, returning to how they started the show, finding peace even if it’s just the memory Quincy has of him. The good parts of Vincent, not tainted by Ardess. Quincy and Vincent’s relationship is at its best during that moment, neither having their Ardess jackets.

•Vincent throws away the wax Quincy is holding during The Other Side of Failure, just like how the real Vincent would’ve wanted it.

#adamandi #beatrix valeria campbell #vincent aurelius lin #quincy cynthius martin #ambrose bassford #portia harper

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ask-lock-shock-and-barrel · 5 months

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Can we see some of Shock's visit to her mom, like how she got her haircut?

((So I don't quite have the time or spoons right now to do a whole comic/story about it right now, but here's a brief lil write up below the cut:

So for context, Bronagh is living in what is essentially a mock human-world set up for ghosts and spirits in the Halloween realm who need help adjusting to their new afterlife in this realm. So picture apartments, townhomes, cafes, parks, various recreational things that you might see in an average human city without much Halloween influence. Some residents are temporary, others might be long term, or even lifelong with very few trips outside the community.

And when Shock first gets there, she's surprised to see her mother is genuinely more at ease, happy, and put-together (she can't remember the last time she ever saw Bronagh wearing makeup or having her hair styled). It's a happy surprise for sure, but then Shock discovers several things from the human world that she has little to no experience with (like automatic sliding doors, electric elevators with buttons, the beds that fold up into the wall, electric appliances that dont run on lemons). She then also witnesses her mother socializing easily with her apartment neighbors, something she herself is not that great with, so when Bronagh tries to introduce her daughter to the nice neighbor ladies who she swaps recipes with every week, Shock is more than a little out of her element.

Bronagh takes Shock around town for sightseeing and mother-daughter fun but eventually notices her daughter's anxiety in an environment that is just so different and un-Halloween. When Shock admits insecurity over feeling like she doesn't fit in a place that feels so normal, Bronagh reveals that she herself was a nervous wreck when she first got there, and she doesn't blame Shock for feeling out of her element here, it's just a lot to get adjusted to. And Shock also realized that this is probably how Bronagh felt when she woke up in Halloween Town, and struggled to get used to the macabre everyday setup of the realm, making the experience more relatable for both of them. So with the air cleared, and knowing her mother is happy and healing, Shock decides to open herself up to this new adventure.

Shock also made the choice to cut her hair at a hair salon during the trip because it was Bronagh's treat, and Shock realized she actually did sort of like having short hair. Even if it first came from her hacking it off in a blind bout of grief. So choosing to cut it again in a positive light, with her mother's support, makes her happy. And she was long overdue for a trip to an actual hair salon stylist who wasn't using sewing scissors.

She also probably brought home souvenirs for her bros, the kind that would be considered boring or average by humans, but for little ghoulish halloween kids, they'd be fascinated. ))

#tnbc #the nightmare before christmas #tnbc fanart #lock shock and barrel #tnbc shock #tnbc oc: bronagh #answered qs #ooc #blog lore

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atamascolily · 5 months

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I want to shed some light (heh) on the use of streetlight imagery in Rebellion, because it's another recurring visual theme (albeit more subtle than some of the others), starting with Homura's transformation sequence:

It's difficult to convey in a still, and I have no idea if it is intentional, but the angle and the framing always gives me war flashbacks to that one iconic sequence in Revolutionary Girl Utena:

(if you know, you know)

Although the background in the first photo is too blurry to make out, it looks like the lights of Mitakihara City in the background, as if we are viewing this from the park where Madoka and Homura have their heart-to-hearts. However, the lamp designs here are different, specifically lacking the old-fashioned wrought-iron filigree:

(oh my god, I just noticed the labyrinth in the middle right, this whole garden is just one elaborate metaphor, isn't it, AAAAAAAAAAAA)

Here's a closer look at them--interestingly, they don't seem to have changed much as a result of Homura's takeover.

We get a better look at the other lamps later on, illuminating a staircase as Homura monologues about witches. The symbolism here is obvious: Homura is descending into her psyche and these lamps are guiding the way.

Gosh, that wrought-iron filigree sure looks like a stylized salamander, doesn't it?

The old-fashioned look is well in keeping with Homulilly's general Victorian aesthetic, as well as Homura's apartment building from the TV series, which has an old-world European look to it in contrast to the shiny modernism of the rest of the city's architecture.

However, when Homura emerges back onto the city streets, the filigree has disappeared. This implies to me that it represents a part of her nature she is not yet consciously aware of, consistent with the other subtle uses of salamander imagery in the first half of the film.

Here, the lights are old-fashioned, but not to the same extent. They fit right in with the dream-like blending of inside and outside in this scene (which Homura does not even appear to notice).

We see the wrought-iron lamps again in the other descent into Homura's psyche in what I call the "Tunnel of Love" sequence. Not only do we get the lamps again, we also get the windows representing salvation/connection to the Law of Cycles/Madoka, scissors, and keys in sealed glass jars.

(As an aside, the blob in the middle sure looks a lot like the famous rabbit-duck illusion, which is an optical illusion famously used as an example of different modes of seeing --"seeing that" vs "seeing as"-- by the German philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein, which is well in keeping with Rebellion's use of psychological imagery and German philosophy.)

As the original series takes pains to remind us, Homura's name is a homonym for "flame", so it makes sense to me that she would unconsciously gravitate towards flame imagery. These old-fashioned lamps are a more benign, focused version of the apocalyptic conflagration that destroys the city later on.

Note how the streetlights now resemble sewing pins--the primary weapon of the Clara Dolls.

Streetlight imagery also appears in the original TV series, although the focus is less on the lamps themselves and more on all the insects attracted to it (an obvious metaphor for magical girls):

It's fascinating how the same object can represent completely different things depending on context even within the same series.

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm analysis #madoka rebellion #madoka magica

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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months

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📖"Hydra Sanatorium"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word count: 5112

Tags: a/b/o, medical institutionalization, cognitive disability, made up kinky medical things, diapers, catheters, non-con medical procedures, restraints, forced wetting, hurt/comfort, humiliation, kind!Careworker Steve, bratty!Patient Bucky, alpha Steve, omega bucky, dub con everything due to a/b/o biology, dry humping, forced orgasm, masturbation, implied self harm, orgasm therapy, age difference (19/30), omorashi

Summary: Bucky is a troubled teen coping with the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty.

Steve's been developing too much of an attachment, he knows he has. But he might not have the self control to remain detached anymore.

A/N: This fic contains heavy medical kink, diapers/wetting, and a/b/o dub-con shenanigans. Consume Responsibly.

Wait! I think I missed a previous chapter! Series Masterlist

Chapter 5: Excited Catatonia with Aggression

It takes a while longer for Bucky to calm down, shuddering and shivering in Steve’s arms.

This session has been a big deal for the poor kid, since he’s been denied for so long. Omegas don’t do well when they don’t get release regularly. And Steve’s pretty sure that not only is Bucky sobbing because of that, but also because he’s likely been touch and sensory-starved at home as well. Who even knows the last time the boy was hugged, outside of a stay on-ward?

It is, unfortunately, going to be time to tell him about his family situation soon. Steve knows that if he doesn’t bite the bullet tonight, then his boss will do it for him tomorrow. And that won’t increase her confidence in Steve’s impartiality any. Steve could almost stomach her ire, but the part where Christina would be the one breaking the news to Bucky that his folks don’t want him is what sways Steve.

The kid deserves better than Doctor Raynor’s notoriously blunt demeanor. Christina doesn’t do it on purpose, but she’s ex-military and that’s very, very apparent in the way she approaches people. There’s a reason why she has a PhD and not an MD after her name. Raynor is much better suited to managing employees and administrative duties than she is dealing with patients … She tends to make them cry.

It’ll be much easier on Bucky if Steve is the one to tell him.

Still, after watching him come apart in his lap so beautifully, Steve has to pause a few times to steel himself for this conversation. “Well,” he says, trying to think of something else to help put the omega in a good mood. “You earned your reward. Been good all day. You want to take the cath out now?”

Bucky sits back with wide eyes. “Really?” he says, brightening. “Yeah! Can we?”

“We sure can, Sweetheart.” Steve kisses his cheek. “Good boys get nice things.” Bucky blushes, and Steve chuckles about it as he swaps out to a new pair of latex gloves. “Okay, bear with me here.”

It’s a simple process. All Steve has to do is use safety scissors to snip the inflation valve off the tubing, and a second later Bucky’s making a tiny noise of surprise, and the small amount of saline liquid that’d filled the balloon comes dribbling out. “Oohh,” he sighs, relieved. “Oh God. Thank you. Fuck, that was so annoying!”

Steve hums sympathetically. “I can imagine.” Having an object in one’s bladder giving the constant urge to pee doesn’t sound like a good time to him, either. But that’s why it’s one of the consequences that Hydra utilizes. It’s a way to help combative patients accept that they’re no longer in control of their bodies. “Bet you’re not gonna give me trouble on your diapering anymore, huh?”

Bucky grumbles and tucks his head down. “Mmn.”

Steve’s lips twitch fondly. “I’ll pull it out now,” he warns. The first few times that they’d had to cath Bucky, he’d been a crying, resisting mess, but after three years of coming in and out of the ward, he knows the drill. Steve gets enough lube to coat the head of his cock, being sure to slip some all around the tube and push it into his slit as much as possible. “Mmkay. Relax your muscles. Annnd deep breath.” Bucky inhales, and Steve slides the catheter out.

“Ugh.”

“All done.” He tosses it in the medical waste bin. “Good job.”

Bucky exhales hugely, eyelids fluttering. He looks down at himself, and flushes when he sees that his penis has dribbled a little more in Steve’s lap. “Sorry,” he mumbles, and Steve shushes him.

“S’okay. It happens.” They both know that Bucky’s bladder control won’t return to normal for a couple of days, which is to be expected. Bucky seems self-conscious of having wet on him though, no matter how miniscule the amount. So Steve reiterates how it doesn’t bother him, even taking Bucky’s hand in his and pressing their joined hands to the wet patch that’s right at the waistband of his scrub pants. Bucky blushes massively, but his scent radiates comfort, which is the goal. “You’re a good boy, Bucky,” Steve tells him in his best soothing rumble, then just keeps talking at him like that, because it clearly helps Bucky to calm down and be happy.

Steve’s dick is mighty happy, too, though he’s dead set on ignoring it. It’s not like it’s unusual for him to get aroused in-session with patients. It happens. … But it happens a lot more frequently with Bucky than with anybody else. Steve’s been aroused ever since he first got into the double-sit chair with Bucky, and half hard since he started fingering him. Things are a little more pronounced now, and he knows his erection is obvious. It’s approaching a full-on boner, though thankfully still angled down and towards the crease of his thigh. His compression underwear are doing an admirable job of keeping things contained, but it’s still a thick and obvious shape under the pale green of his scrubs. “Um,” he says stupidly, seeing their entwined fingers so close to it. He hastily releases Bucky’s hand.

Over the years at this job, Steve’s gotten used to not acting on his own arousal, but he isn’t surprised that Bucky gets distracted by it. The boy is a sexually frustrated omega teenager, after all, and Steve’s the only alpha who’s ever touched him intimately, probably the only one who’s been dominant to him in any sort of organized or respectful fashion, too. He can’t expect the kid to have the same control of his faculties that a regular person would. That’s just not how omega bodies work. And Steve is a healthy, thirty-year-old adult alpha male, so it’s simple fact that when he’s aroused like this he’s gonna wind up clogging the air a bit for Bucky. He can see it happening already, knocking the kid a little woozy. “You okay, bub?”

His nostrils keep flaring and he keeps sucking his bottom lip compulsively as he stares at Steve’s crotch. He stops using his words and switches to little grunts and hums, starts making this needy little sound in the base of his throat that both medical literature and video titles on PornHub would refer to as a ‘keen’. His eyes go glazed and he makes that noise repeatedly while his backside weeps and his nipples pebble up beneath his shirt.

This, right here. This is why people make fun of omegas as being empty headed cocksluts. Not that Steve sees it that way—God no, he doesn’t. It’s a beautiful thing to him, to see Bucky go all soft and wanting, a natural reaction that tells him the omega is feeling pleasured enough and protected enough to let go. It means his body and brain have actually decided that it’s safe enough for him to be vulnerable like that. If nothing else, it’s a huge fucking compliment to Steve as an alpha. “Oh, Honey,” he coos, petting up and down Bucky’s sides. “You gettin a little soft, mm? Sinking a little?” Bucky whimpers and Steve hushes him supportively. “That’s okay, Buck. I’m here. Alpha’s here. You can let go for a little while if you need to.”

“... ‘pha,” Bucky slurs, latching onto the word, and Steve nods.

“Yeah, Sweetheart, Alpha’s got you. You want to lay your head down for a—”

‘Going soft’ usually only means whining and slicking and, well, going soft. It’s something easily contained and soothed, encouraged into a nap or a bit of cuddling. But that’s in healthy and well-adjusted omegas. Bucky veers in another direction altogether when he slides his hand over and starts aggressively cupping Steve’s erection through his pants.

Steve’s eyes widen. “Hey, hey. Uh-uh.” He tries to grab Bucky’s wrist but the boy evades him and his scent sours at what his dumbed down mind perceives as rejection. “Buck, now listen: you can’t touch me there.”

Bucky’s too far down already, and hearing this just makes him get more aggressive. He shoves forward, hand moulding back to the shape of Steve’s dick and squeezing insistently. “Nnn.”

A guttural sound of pleasure escapes Steve before he can cut it off, and then he’s on course correction. “O-okay bub,” he chokes out, gathering Bucky’s hands and guiding them away. “You know I can’t let you.”

Bucky whines mightily at being denied, rocking in his lap like a tantrum and trying to tug his hands free. His hips are jerking in tiny movements, and the strap support that’s under his thighs is definitely the only reason he’s not grinding directly against Steve’s crotch right now. “Nnn!” he whines, when he tries to tug his hands free and can’t. “Nnn!” He starts to get violent. He gets his hands free for a split second and manages to whack Steve upside the head before Steve regains control.

“Bucky,” he Voices, quiet but stern, “Stop. Don’t hit. I can’t let you touch my dick. You know that. It’s against the rules. Now stop. Alpha’ll be real mad if you don’t listen, right?” After Bucky finally tapers off and goes lax in surrender, Steve cautiously releases his hands. The omega grumbles unintelligibly and puts them on his shoulders instead of trying to get them anyplace Steve’s employment contract says they can’t be. His fingers curl hard at the bend of Steve’s neck and his nails do dig in a little meanly, but the point is he’s trying. Steve relaxes and praises him with a gentle, “Good job, baby. That was good listening.”

Bucky grunts a little more, and he seems to get his brain back online after a few more minutes pass by and he’s relaxed into Steve’s lap better. He doesn’t look as buzzed, looks like maybe he remembers most of the English language.

“You back with me?” Steve asks, when he notices him starting to try and hide his face in shame again.

Bucky nods, scrubbing his cheek on Steve’s shoulder. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “Didn’t mean to.”

“I know, sweetheart. You’re okay. You pulled out of that one real good. I’m proud of you.”

One of the things Bucky struggles with is the tantruming that he tends to shoot off into during or after release. ‘Excited Catatonia with Aggression’—Present in every edition of the DSM since III came out in the eighties. It’s somewhat like a heat frenzy, only with behaviors that can turn self-injurious and emotionally harmful in the blink of an eye. Steve is relieved that they were able to avert an episode this time. “Real good,” he repeats. “Have you been practicing your calm down techniques at home?”

Bucky squirms. “Mmn.”

“Use your words, bub.”

Bucky grumbles some more, and he keeps hiding against Steve’s shoulder, but eventually he does admit, “I do ‘em sometimes. … Sometimes in my room. At night.”

Steve feels his heart ping in with another dent. ‘At night’, he knows, just means when Bucky’s family won’t catch him doing it. When he won’t be shamed for rocking or sucking or stimming in some other way. Steve’ll never forget the first time he’d tried to send Bucky home with a few helpful items. The father had gone red in the face and dragged Bucky out the doors, and Steve had been unable to do anything but watch from the building’s west entrance as everything they’d given Bucky to take home with him was dumped right there in the parking lot.

Deep down, even way back then, Steve had known in his heart that Bucky wasn’t going to be able to stay with his family. Not if he was going to make it.

(And Steve really needs him to make it.)

“... Steve?” Bucky sounds shy and fatigued, which can happen when he’s fought off the emotional stress of a tantrum. “Can we stay here for just a little bit? Please?” He shuffles on his knees with a sniffle, pressing close for comfort. “Just for a little bit? You smell so good, and I don’t wanna leave yet.”

“Of course, sweetheart, yeah. We can do that. We can stay for as long as you want.” Steve really means it, because he knows he’s got to figure out a way to tell Bucky the bad news tonight. And Steve hates to think the worst of any patient, but he’s got a bad feeling that it’s not going to go over well at all. “Buck?” he prods gently, waiting until he knows the omega is paying attention. “Honey, can we talk a little bit?”

Maybe if he can get Bucky to talk it out, he thinks, get him to conclude on his own that going home isn’t the best option for him, then maybe Steve can present the change in custody as a choice. It’s wishful thinking, but he has to try. He doesn’t want to crush Bucky’s sense of self worth more than it already has been. Bucky already feels dejected and unloved, and knowing that his family has legally washed their hands of him isn’t something Steve wants him to have to deal with. It’s better if Steve can talk him around to the other side, make him ‘decide’ that he doesn’t want to go home to his family.

Steve knows Christina wouldn’t approve of the deception. And he knows if she found out, he’d be taken off Bucky’s case at best, professionally reprimanded at worst. He’d be considered compromised. And hey, maybe he is. Doesn’t mean he’s going to do things any different until somebody makes him. Bucky’s still his patient right now, and Steve is going to take care of him the way he thinks he needs. “So … um, I wanted to ask you about how things’ve been at home, lately.” Bucky tenses and Steve hushes him, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of his head and encourage him to press his face closer. Bucky takes the cue and snuffles into Steve’s neck, mouthing over the pulse point. Steve pats his back. “Has anybody been close with you?” he asks, near-pained because he thinks he already knows the answer. “Your mom maybe, or your brothers?” Bucky shakes his head and Steve feels awful. “Are you sure? Snuggling? Or, even just a hug when you need it? Some scenting?”

The last time Bucky had been admitted on-ward, the social services team had roped his folks into a session to try and better educate them on their son’s new special needs. Steve hadn’t been present—had been on vacation, of all things, Christ—but he’s heard that the parents did not appreciate the instruction, and they didn’t take any of the information to heart. Obviously.

“Mm mn,” Bucky’s saying, rubbing his mouth over Steve’s skin as he speaks. “I never ask. Don’t want ‘em to know. They’d just make fun’a me if I asked.”

Steve inhales sadly. “You need regular touch Bucky. Hugs, skin contact, lap time, something.”

“No,” he mumbles, sounding like the surly teenager he is. “You don’t get it.”

“Well explain it to me, then.”

“They’re totally ashamed of me. My dad hates me.”

Steve tuts. “I’m sure that’s not true, Honey. They may be uncomfortable about certain things—uneducated, or ill-equipped to help you. The counselors here have talked to you about it, haven’t they? You know: about how people can have implicit biases that they—”

“No!” Bucky gets angry and pulls away, sitting back on his knees and giving Steve a sharp look. “I’m embarrassing to them. They don’t want the neighbors to know! My brothers’ friends aren’t allowed to come over to our house to hang out anymore, so they hate me too, and just … Ugh! You just don’t get it, Steve. Not everybody believes like you guys do here. Lots of people just think that omegas are … they just think that we’re …”

“Honey,”

“Mm mn,” he sniffles, stubborn. “They think we’re useless, dumb. A waste of space.”

“That’s not true and you know it Bucky,” Steve says sternly.

“I don’t know shit,” he growls. “That’s how it is in the real world, Steve. And how’re they wrong, huh? I’m never going to be able to have a job, never gonna be able to take care of myself.”

“Bucky,” Steve pleads, concerned at the vitriol in Bucky’s voice. He should not be talking like this, and the fact that he is means that things at his home have been more abusive than Steve realized.

“—Just a waste of tax dollars. A drain on society. Waste of hardworking people’s tax dollars,”

“Stop.” Steve’s pissed when he Voices it, and it comes through loud and clear. Bucky shuts up right away. He blinks wide eyes at him, and Steve takes the opportunity to shut him down. “I don’t ever want to hear you talk like that again, Bucky,” he says, easing off from his Voice when he can see he’s gotten the kid’s attention. He puts his hands on Bucky’s hips and looks at him sternly. “There are people who think like your parents do, yes. But it’s not nearly the majority. I think you’re under the impression that a lot of people share those ugly beliefs.” He waits, and when Bucky says nothing to deny it, Steve huffs. “It’s not many. I’d say … ten percent of folks? Maybe fifteen, when there’s a Republican in the white house.”

“What? Really? …You’re not just saying that?”

Bucky looks slightly swayed. Bolstered, Steve pets his hands up and down Bucky’s sides, rucking the soft material of his tee shirt as he does it. “No, I’m not just saying that. Most people don’t think the way your folks do. Only assholes who watch Fox News parrot out the sort of vile shit you just did.” He raises a knowing eyebrow, daring Bucky to deny it. He’s met George Barnes a few times. He knows what type the man is. “You are just as important as any other person, Hon,” he promises, and when Bucky starts to sneer again, he’s struck by the distinct urge to smack him.

He digs his fingers in warningly at the boy’s waist. “Hey, listen to me, now.” Bucky stops sneering, and Steve sighs, trying to think of something he can say that’ll make Bucky realize he’s actually worth something. “Do you … Do you believe in God, honey?” he asks—not at all professional, but Steve’s gone past professional with Bucky for a while now, whether he wants to admit it or not. He’s heard Bucky make a few flippant comments in the past, about ‘God’ or ‘heaven’ or ‘prayers’ (usually in relation to morbid comments about wanting to die or off himself), so he’s taking a chance and going out on a limb here. “Hm?”

“God?” Bucky’s brow furrows. “I guess so. I mean my family never really goes to church except for—”

“I didn’t ask if you go to church,” Steve interrupts. “I asked if you believe in God, in one form or another.” He waits patiently for Bucky to answer him. When he does, it’s with a tiny nod and a mumbled,

“Yeah. I think so. … I do.”

Steve softens. “Okay then. Me too, by the way.” Bucky makes a weird face like he’s still unsure why Steve is talking about this, So Steve explains, “Think about it: Do you really think there’s any God out there who’d create a whole class of people that didn’t have a purpose? Ten percent of humanity that’s just a ‘stupid waste’?” He waits until Bucky makes a face in consideration. “Right. I’m Catholic, you know? My ma dragged my butt to mass every Sunday growing up. And I just wish you could’a heard the things I did, the things they preached. It was never ugly like what your folks’ve been telling you. Omegas are different from other people, but so are Alphas. Doesn’t mean we’re not just as good and important as anybody else. We just have different needs, and that’s okay.” He offers Bucky a cautious smile. “I mean, maybe it’s not a coincidence that we’re five and five of the population, huh?” He reaches up and cradles the side of Bucky’s face, tracing his cheekbone with the pad of a thumb. “It’s like somebody had this idea we’d be complimentary, or something.”

Bucky’s lips have parted, and he even smiles reluctantly at the soft teasing in Steve’s tone there at the end. He reaches up and covers Steve’s hand with his own. “I guess so,” he murmurs. “I mean, it kinda makes sense.”

“Mm.” Steve smirks. “It does.” He kisses his cheek and gives another little squeeze on his waist. “C’mon. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Bucky is sullen at first when they exit the massage room, but when Steve makes it clear that he won’t be leaving Bucky’s side now that their lap time is over, the omega trails along happily enough. They wash up in the bathroom and change into clean clothes. Bucky doesn’t fuss at all when Steve helps him into a fresh diaper, but he does mumble, “I hate ‘em.”

Steve has just pulled up the soft fleece pants for Bucky. “Do you really? Or d’you just hate how embarrassed it makes you feel?”

Bucky chews his lip and doesn’t answer for a long minute, his lashes lowering and his cheeks darkening. “... The second one, I guess. Embarrassing.”

If you were my omega, Steve wants to say so badly. You’d never have to feel embarrassed about anything. Not for the rest of his life, because Steve would take care of him, make him feel like the treasure he is. Like he deserves. He licks his lips, overly emotional and trying not to let it show. “Hey,” he says softly, putting his hand over Bucky’s fleece-covered knee. “You know it’s a common thing, the wetting, right bub?”

Bucky nods sullenly. “I guess.” He’s still sitting on the changing table with his legs thrown over the side, and Steve steps forward to give him a hug. “Who’s ever gonna want to put up with me?” he says, and Steve’s heart just about fractures.

Me, he wants to say so badly, but he can’t. He holds the words back like bile in his mouth, hugs him tighter and says into his hair, “Lotsa people, Buck. There’s whole agencies devoted to helping omegas find their mates.”

“There are?”

“Of course. Half my job is making sure patients are set up to succeed in the world, once they get outta here.” He steps back and takes Bucky’s hand, and together they walk out of the bathroom and down the ward’s hallway. “That’s actually something you and I need to talk about.”

It’s dinnertime, so Steve walks them to the room where all the patients on C Hall eat their meals. He makes himself a coffee while Bucky goes to load up a tray with food from the line, then they sit together away from the other patients. Steve works up the nerve to have the conversation he’s been avoiding all day. “So,” he says. “When you get out of here,”

Bucky makes a face down at his tray of food. “Ugh.”

“Ugh?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. I hate thinking about going home. They’ll come and pick me up, be jerks all over again, till next time.” He stabs vindictively at the little pile of peas he’s got. “I know it’s crazy to want, but … sometimes I wish they’d never come back, that they’d magically just forget about me and I could stay here forever.”

“Aw, you don’t want to stay here forever,” Steve coaxes. “In a mental hospital?”

Bucky shrugs. “I’d rather be here with you then back home with them.”

God, Honey. You’ve got no idea how much I want to keep you. Steve tries not to get overeager, but this is a good start to the conversation they need to have, so he goes with it. “Yeah?” he prods. “I’ve always been able to tell your dad’s a bit of a prick, but things are that bad at home?” He wants Bucky to talk about the abuse, then they can segue into discussing healthier options. “Buck?”

Bucky avoids looking at him, poking around his food and making patterns in the mashed sweet potatoes with his fork. “... Nobody makes fun of me here,” he says quietly. “I’m allowed to relax and … and do what feels good.”

Christ. Steve grits his teeth and imagines beating George Barnes’ face to a pulp. “Yeah Honey,” he eventually croaks. “Yeah that’s how it should be. Always. The fact that your folks make you feel that way, that they treat you the way they do … It’s wrong. It’s abusive. So is the way they’re always dumping you here and yanking you out, using it as a punishment. You do realize that?”

Bucky glances up at him, but he shrugs. “I guess so,” he mumbles.

“No, not ‘I guess so’, it is,” Steve insists. He nods at Bucky's tray. “Stop playing with your food. Put a bite of that in your mouth.” Bucky’s eyes get a little wide at the command, and then he flushes and responds positively, listening to Steve and eating a forkful of potatoes. Steve feels a warm thrill of satisfaction at being obeyed. “Good boy,” he praises. “Look, Buck. I want to talk about your options for when you leave here. You do realize that I’ll help you, right? If you put in a petition on grounds of abuse, I’ll sign it. You could choose where you live. You wouldn’t have to go back to your parents’ place. In fact I don’t think you should. It sounds to me like they make you pretty miserable.”

“What?” Bucky looks surprised. “But where else would I go? I don’t have a job or any money.”

“That’s okay. You know the state puts money aside for omegas, right? We can get you set up with what you need.”

Bucky looks wary, but he nods. “Yeah. They talked about it in life skills class. Welfare programs.”

Steve supposes that’s the sort of thing George Barnes talks trash about at home. “Yeah,” he says encouragingly. “You can apply for an apartment and an income. It won’t be a lot, but it’d be enough to live off of. You’ll get medical, housing, heat support.” Bucky’s face goes scarlet at the mention of his heats, but Steve presses on. “And there are jobs out there for omegas who want to work. You just have to know where to look. Like this girl I know from my church? She got a job working at a childcare center. Told me she loves it.” Bucky’s brow is furrowed as he takes in all that Steve’s saying, and Steve holds his hand out over the table, palm up. “C’mon, tell me what you're thinking.”

Bucky bites his lip but he does put his hand in Steve’s. “I don’t … I don’t know how to be on my own,” he admits. “I’m afraid. What if I mess up?”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Steve squeezes his hand. “You won’t mess anything up. You know, I have so many omega clients who do well. Almost everybody does, really, when they get out of here. And you wouldn’t be on your own. There’d be people helping you. You’d get a caretaker assigned from an agency. A good one.” He hates thinking of another alpha helping Bucky, scent marking his apartment and making him feel good. But that’s Steve’s problem, not Bucky’s. “Honey, I think your self esteem has taken such a huge hit from this when it didn’t really have to. Your folks have been saying nasty shit in your ears ever since you presented three years ago, and I’m sorry but that’s a damn shame. It’s fucked up.”

Bucky is looking at Steve like he can’t believe what he’s hearing, and Steve knows why. He’s never really cursed in front of Bucky before, and he’s certainly never verbally trashed the kid’s family. But Steve is fed up. He just spent the last hour helping the most beautiful, sweet omega through a release, and knowing that the poor thing is so mixed up about his gender because of his asshole family absolutely burns Steve up. He’s had enough. Bucky deserves to feel good about himself and have a good life. Steve gives his hand another supportive squeeze. “Hey, why don’t we sit down tomorrow and make a ‘what if’ plan, huh?”

“... What’s a ‘what if’ plan?”

Steve smiles gently. “It’s where we think up options for what you might do, where you might go, if you want something different when you get out of here.”

“Steve, I don’t … I don’t know.” Bucky looks down, face screwed up in worry. In a tiny voice, he admits, “I’m not sure I can really take care of myself. Not like this.” He says it so sadly, and Steve doesn’t know what ‘like this’ means, but he can make a few guesses. Across the table from him, Bucky is looking rather miserable. “My parents’ll probably be by any day now to pick me up, anyway.”

Steve cringes. He finally forces himself to say, “Well, that’s um, that’s not really going to happen, actually.”

“What?” Bucky’s wide, hurt eyes coming back up to lock on Steve don’t make this task any easier. “What do you mean?”

“Um, you see, your folks decided to sign a paper when they came by this last time, saying that they agree to relinquish custody.”

Bucky’s entire face falls in a way that absolutely breaks Steve’s heart. “Oh,” he says, voice tiny. “They got rid of me?”

“They signed over custody, baby. I think they finally realized that it was hurting you more than helping, so they agreed to let us take care of you from now on. They’re finally trying to do right by you.”

It’s a complete lie, Steve is pretty sure. He knows Bucky’s parents and he’s certain that nothing about the situation was done for Bucky’s benefit, only their own. The Barnes’ simply didn’t want to deal with their son’s needs anymore. But Steve is trying to put the best spin on this he can, for Bucky’s sake. “It’s going to be okay, Buck,” he promises. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. You know that, right?”

Bucky’s already pulling into himself. He physically almost seems to shrink, shoulders hunching and arms tucking in. He nods at Steve’s question though, and he doesn’t rage or fit at the news that his family doesn’t want him anymore. “Yeah,” he says, voice dull. “I know.”

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rhodeybugg · 13 days

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Could we have more info on Biscuit?

Biscuit Girle!!

If there's something specific you wanted to know that I missed, just lemme know!

• She also goes by Biscotti [V's idea], but Biscuit just seems more fitting.

•Daddy's girl, daddy's girl, daddy's girl-

•Biscuit is the youngest and currently last child of N and V's. She's a good few years younger than Desmarais and Crumbles, but she doesnt let that stop her from trying to be just as rough as they are.

• Biscuit, like Desmarais, is a perfect mesh of both her parents. She's definitely got her own unique traits, but if you examine her personality and smaller details, you can definitelt say "yep, that's V and N's kid."

• Similarly to Crumbles, Biscuit has both the face stripes of both her parents, and little gold flecks on her arms and legs. (N claims that this makes her look like a flaky little biscuit.)

•She's very bitey.

• Looks like she could kill you, acts like she could kill you, is a cinnamon roll.

• She loves it when N takes her out to fly, especially as a droneling, and gets snappy whenever anyone tries to join along. That's HER time with her dad and she's not going to let anyone take it from her.

• Biscuit is the one envy offspring that was even slightly touched by the solver. Similarly to Val [doll and lizzy's youngest daughter] she gets really bad nightmares that seem more like visions of horrible events to come. She only tells her nightmares to her mama.

• She's got damaged eyesight like V (inherited genetics), but refuses to wear glasses unless V does. She's insecure about it.

• When hunting, she prefers to use her claws and teeth instead of her tail. The Disassemblers made an agreement with the colony to only hunt the stragglers that are dumb enough to wander past the city that arent friends or family of Uzi, so she and V go hunting out towards the forest. Biscuit likes to play with her food, and that's hard to do when your prey stops moving because of the nanites.

• Biscuit never fully grew out of the chittering and chirping phase of being a droneling, and still makes little chirps at her parents and siblings as a greeting or as a sign of annoyance. She especially resorts to nonverbal communication when stressed.

• She loves soft things. She's got a little collection of soft blankets and sweaters that she's stolen from the human corpses that she's made in the little abandoned apartment that N and V have taken up residence in.

• She carries around a little stuffed bunny that her aunt Lizzy gave to her. She loves her aunt Liz.

• Biscuit oddly looks up to her aunt J and tries to follow her around when V and N are busy.

• She tries to play with the other second gen kids. Keyword is TRIES. Beta (J's daughter) plays too rough, Basil and Soto (Uzi and Thad's twin sons) dont understand what she's trying to do when she tries to play-fight with them, Val (Youngest Dizzy twin) is absolutely terrified of her and Suri (oldest dizzy twin) constantly tries to use her solver against her, which once resulted in Biscuit being pinned against the wall by a pair of scissors to her shoulders.

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Aggressively overanalyzing the cards from the upcoming Mafuyu event in the JP server (spoilers for cards and possible events!)

(Because my friend and I found the cards and began to look at every single detail)

(Also we’re both ENG players 😋😋)

OKAY SO FIRST OFF:

The event name is something like ‘Saying Goodbye to My Masked Self’, which immediately says a lot seeing that it’s a Mafuyu centric event (also the 100th event in the jp server, cheers)

Here’s Mafuyu’s untrained and trained:

AND HRGHH. THERES ASP SO MUCH. SO SOFJMUCH.

FIRST OFF: Let’s talk about the untrained.

Mafuyu is in her house, crying as she seems to be speaking to someone. In her left hand, she’s holding her phone, which appears to be on seeing as theres the light emitting from it. I don’t think the phone is very important, but it’s notable how the phone is turned on- my guess is that the rest of N25 are texting her or calling her, which is why the phone is on- showcasing all the notifications from her group. Across the card, you can see faint strings all over that are surrounding Mafuyu.

Now, the best guess here is that Mafuyu is finally standing up to her mom, which is why she’s looking at someone we can’t see in the card. And of course that’s definitely something emotional for her, because all her life Mafuyu has been hiding her true feelings, her true wants and needs behind a mask so her mother could be happy. And now, we can see her taking off the mask, and confronting her mom.

NOW. ABOUT HER TRAINED.

There is SO. SOOO MUCH YOU CAN SEE JUST FROM A SINGLE GLANCE.

First of all, the MASK.

That’s the mask from Mafuyu’s first centric event ‘Imprisoned Marionette’. In her trained card in that event, she is wearing the mask on her head. Her body is being controlled by strings. And in the NEW card? The mask is broken. As well as this, the strings across the card are being cut by Mafuyu. You can see her holding a pair of scissors, snipping the strings apart.

Now, little detail, which my friend was the one to point out: Those scissors? Those are actually surgical clamps:

Compare them- they look pretty much the same, right? And SURGICAL clamps? For SURGERIES? Used in HOSPITALS? And what does Mafuyu’s mom want Mafuyu to be when she’s older?

THATS RIGHT. A DOCTOR. *drops mic*

Continuing on, you can also see the ivy covered furniture from the ‘Guiding A Lost Child to What Lies Beyond’ event, now scattered all over the place.

Let’s move on to Kanade’s cards.

AAAAAKAOSSJSJ.

First, untrained.

We can see Kanade in front of a house (dunno whether it’s Mafuyu’s or Kanade’s, but I’m leaning towards the latter), comforting Mafuyu as she cries onto her shoulder. This card gives out a TON of scary implications, which you might have heard already. I’m talking about the rumours about this event, theorizing that:

A) Mafuyu gets KICKED OUT,

or B) Mafuyu runs away.

Personally, I see the second option more than the first. Because Mafuyu’s mom wants Mafuyu to be a perfect child- HER perfect child, which will lead to people thinking of herself as the perfect mother. If Mafuyu’s mom kicks her out, not only will her family’s reputation be ruined, but also the way people see HER. Instead, I’d think Mafuyu’s mom would opt for grounding and/or isolating her for a while, rather than kicking her out. She wouldn’t want to tarnish both her and Mafuyu’s reputation, would she? So there’s that.

Continuing on, with Kanade’s trained, you can see her hunched up, protecting a bright red, heart- shaped crystal apple in her hands. Now, remember the ‘Mirage of Light’ event? All the cards were Snow White themed, and somewhat related to apples. In this card set, the apple seems to represent Mafuyu. In Kanade’s card, she is protecting Mafuyu- just like her card in the ‘Immiscible Discord’ event, how Kanade was protecting the caged purple butterfly in her trained.

And once again, like the rest of the cards in the set, you can see the strings and ivy- covered furniture.

Time for Ena!

In Ena’s untrained, she looks panicked, seemingly searching for someone while she is on call. She’s standing in front of a gate, which reads ‘宮益坂女子学園’ on the side, which is just Miyamasuzaka Girls Academy- this means that Ena is looking for Mafuyu, because who else would it be?

I’m not sure who Ena could be on call with, but it’d probably be Mizuki or Kanade. Another note- that this is happening before the events of Kanade’s card. In her card, it’s raining. But in Ena’s, the sky is just cloudy, and it looks like it’s about to rain.

In Ena’s trained, we can see her reaching past strings, tugging on them as she reaches for the same red crystal apple in Kanade’s card, which represents that Ena is reaching towards Mafuyu. In the background is more furniture, but unlike Kanade and Mafuyu, the furniture isn’t covered with vines and ivy. You can, however, see a cage in the background, which is probably once again from the ‘Immiscible Discord’ event. Unless I’m missing another event. Again, ENSEKAI player, I don’t play in the JP Server, so I might not know another N25 event where this cage appears or has any meaning.

Finally, let’s talk about Mizuki’s cards:

In their untrained, Mizuki is setting a cup down while they look at their computer screen, shocked at what’s on it. The most obvious guess is that Mizuki is shocked at what someone said on Nightcord, meaning that Nightcord is the app opened and displayed on the screen. I’m assuming that the message Mizuki is shocked at is either Ena/Kanade asking them to help find Mafuyu, or Mafuyu saying that she’s going to confront her mom. Either way, the information Mizuki is seeing comes as a surprise to them.

(Side note, the card looks very goofy and could be used for a lot of memes (ME WHEN MY DISCORD KITTEN BREAKS UP WITH ME?!! 😱😱😱😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔))

In Mizuki’s trained card, they are surrounded by furniture that, like Ena’s card, is not covered with plants, and strings. And just like Kanade and Ena, they have the red apple too- and Mizuki appears to be comforting it- comforting Mafuyu. Just like in their last centric event, I think…? I haven’t read the translations on Youtube yet.

So, here’s what we can gather from the cards:

UNTRAINED:

Mafuyu decides to confront her mom

She tells N25, who are surprised and bombard her with messages

Something happens when Mafuyu and her mom talk, they probably get into a disagreement or smt

Mafuyu tells N25 the results (??) and goes to Kanade’s house

Ena, not knowing where Mafuyu is, looks for her at Miya Girls

Mizuki probably helps too

Mafuyu reaches Kanades house as it begins to rain, Kanade exits her house and hugs Mafuyu as she sobs

TRAINED:

Mafuyu, finally done with her façade, cuts the strings controlling her (mafumom + expectations) and breaks the marionette mask (her fake self)

Kanade is protecting Mafuyu

Ena is reaching for Mafuyu

Mizuki is comforting Mafuyu

Also, another thing to note about the trained cards: The lighting. In Mafuyu’s card, the background is light. There is light shining on her.

In Ena’s card, it’s.. half and half?? Mostly dark, with the light source being the apple, but to the bottom right you can see a lighter area.

With Kanade and Mizuki, they are both surrounded by darkness- and the main light source is once again, the crystal apple that represents Mafuyu.

I’m not sure what this means, but I have a feeling it’s something to think about.

ANYWAY. I’M SO EXCITED.

HERE YOU GO, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH THIS INFORMATION. YOU’RE WELCOME.

(Event info: @project-sekai-facts on tumblr,

Photos: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM2x3PWWN/ on tiktok)

#project sekai #nightcord at 25:00 #Event leaks #25 ji nightcord de #n25 mafuyu #n25 kanade #n25 mizuki #n25 ena #holy shit #media analysis #theory

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