#rubber drone conversion

[fleckkeusch]

Soldat beim 10-km-Marsch, Schutzmaskentraining. Damit sich der Soldat besser auf seinen Einsatz konzentrieren kann, Sein Arsch ist gestopft und sein Penis im Bon4 eingeschlossen.

#chirenon #rubber drone conversion #bd/sm slave

[rbbrbikerthorp]

The Fitting Room Is This Way

I got the inspiration for this story from a GIF, which must have been a looped clip taken from a video called "Abducted". I used a generative AI platform to create a couple of the images - not bad for a first effort?

“Why don't you just try something on? I think it look like a second skin on you and will suit you very much. Here, the fitting room is this way…”

"Errrrrrm," was about all I could muster as a reply. I tore my eyes away from the rails of black and multicoloured rubber that had absorbed my attention for more minutes than I care to say. I turned my head to see what I can only describe as an attractive young male with orange and green hair, multiple piercings and more tattoos than I'd ever seen on a body. I'm not usually stuck for words, but this time I was.

It was the first time I'd ever crossed the threshold of any adult store, let alone a fetish store. I was actually on a business trip to the city for a couple of days to meet with a bunch of different customers. I'd arranged to meet one of them for dinner this evening, but something had come up and they had to cancel. With time on my hands, my curiosity got the better of me. I walked the short distance from the hotel into what people might describe as a 'seedy' part of the city and walked through one of two doorways that would change my life - forever.

"Look, you've been gawking at these garments for at least ten minutes, so something must have piqued your interest," the shop assistant said grinning in a somewhat sinister way.

The truth is he was absolutely right. I had a real fetish for rubber, but it wasn't something I could share. If I didn't use an incognito browser, a casual glance at my web history would show me landing on websites with videos and pictures of men in rubber and stories of men being turned into rubbermen, from beasts to slaves.

The assistant looked me up and down, "yes I can see why you are captivated by the rubber suits - so much more exciting than a business suit to wear, and it will hug and show off your best bits," he giggled to himself as he grabbed two or three suits off the rails.

"Right one of these will be perfect for you. It will feel like a second skin. So much so, that I don't think you'll ever want to take it off."

There was that ominous grin again.

"Follow me. It's this way to the fitting room"

He walked deeper into the basement and towards a set of dark doors. Was there a fitting room really this way? I'd never been in a fetish store before but I'd read a few stories about what was inside. He pushed on the door, it opened slowly. Very little light emanated from inside. “Come on”, he said jovially. I followed like a puppy dog follows its mother.

Inside the room I could just about make out the shapes of muscular men in shiny dark clothing. Several hands grabbed me, restraining me before I knew what was happening. At first I struggled against my captors but one came up to me and held a mask over my nose and mouth; I heard a hissing sound. I felt a kind of euphoria cone over me. My struggles evaporated and I allowed myself to be led deeper into the room. Now that I was next to these men I could tell they were wearing similar outfits to the ones I’d seen on the rails back in the shop, and their heads were enclosed in some kind of hood/gas mask combination.

I looked at the assistant standing there holding the rubber suits whilst I was stripped of my clothing. Now naked, they started rubbing what I can only describe as an oily cream all over me. One of the dark rubber-suited men walked over to the assistant, who handed him one one of the rubber suits. He walked back towards me and took the suit off the hanger. Two other lifted my left foot off the floor and he started sliding it in, then they put my foot back on the floor and he repeated the process with the right foot.

Then it was a simple process; to gently and very erotically guide the rubber suit all the way up my body. As they did they smoothed out any bumps, making sure the rubber clung to every millimetre of my body. Just before the suit covered my groin, I looked down to see one of the men fitting a device over my cock and felt another slide something into my arse. At first he struggled, so he squeezed something onto it and started pushing at my sphincter. At first it met a resistant from a hole that had only known 'one-way' traffic. suddenly I felt a ‘pop’ and my arse felt 'nice and full' (where did that come from).

The men carried on smoothing the rubber suit as they pulled it up my torso until it reached my chest. Then, one at a time my arms were fed into the suit. The shop assistant walked up to me and fitted what I can only describe as mitts over my hands. I stood there, a spectator in my own body, watching as the flesh was covered with black latex. Then the suit was zipped up to my neck. I felt a mild construction and heard a snap. The assistant walked around in front of me and held up a broken zip. His grin now a haunting smile.

Before I could react I felt something rubbery being brought to my face, I could see lenses and a place for my nose to fit in. I started breathing more rapidly as a sense of unease started to build. Despite my fears I allowed the men to fit the mask over my face, the mask seemed to be part of a hood because the next thing I sense was a zip being pulled from the top of my head down to meet the top of the suit at my neckline. My head now felt as  constricted as my body.

Through the lenses I could see my captors. Then I heard voices in my ears.  Mini speakers in the hood activated, “welcome brother, welcome to the nest. From here we grow, we spread, we convert and we conquer.”

There was just white noise now. The lenses darkened and my vision blacked out. Then instantly there were spirals, shapes and words imprinted on the lenses. Voices in my head said, “Rubberdrone”, “obey”, “comply”, “convert”. Over and over the words bombarded my head until...nothing. My own thoughts stopped. The lenses cleared to let this newly created rubberdrone see the room again, the voices in my ears stopped. 

In front of me were half a dozen rubber drones lined up. To the side I could recognise the shop assistant. I instinctively knew to join at the back of the line. The assistant opened the door and we started moving forward.

#rubber #drone #conversion #slave #gas mask #boots

[tfguy3drone]

1 Month of Drone Hypnosis!

I'm writing this as I listen to today's hypnosis. So, today marks 1 month I've been listening to drone hypnosis. I wish I could say every day straight, but I've been sick this week and didn't listen for three days in a row.

Unfortunately, since almost half the days since my last update I haven't listened, there's not much to say. Things are as they were. No major changes, just a handful of times I referred to myself as "it" in my head over the whole month, all rapidly corrected, and some mantra earworms.

So, I'd like to take this moment instead reflect. This is actually my second attempt at taking hypnosis seriously, the first being shortly before the holidays last year and which the holidays quickly interrupted. Both encouraged by a drone friend who has hypnotized itself into a drone. Though its suggestions for starting files weren't good fits for me, I appreciate its encouragement in exploring this, insight into what I might expect, and the caution it has advised me to have.

I started this skeptically. Hypnosis was always a fun fantasy and what files I used were merely for the idea or the story with no noticeable effect. I can't say this has changed and consider myself unconvinced but with an open mind. Certainly, one question that keeps coming to my mind is if I don't correct those "it"s in my mind, is it a real effect or am I just playing along to the fantasy. And does that matter? I don't have an answer, but plan to ask my drone friend sometime.

The plan is the same, even with missing those days. Tomorrow I'll try a different listening pattern, doing fewer of my loops multiple times instead of one run through everything and varying it from day-to-day.

And finally, thank you to everyone who's followed and liked. I see you and appreciate it. I've got lurker tendencies myself, but don't be shy and feel free to drop by my DMs. I'm happy to take file suggestions, answer questions, hear advice, or just chat.

#rubber drone #mindless #hypnosis #male #real #drone #dronification #drone conversion

[readytion1tech]

#drones #murder drones #drone #drone photography #rubber drone #dronelife #conversion #assimilation #industrial #malebots #android

[broooooo]

Latex freedom

It was as if it was yesterday

I can still feel the pleasure, the euphoria of freedom that I gained.

_

I'm Asher, 20 years old and I don't have much going for myself.

I live in a world where latex rubber drones Rome, as if it's a rite of passage amongst society, to be assimilated is seen as an honour, whether or not you want it or not.

I love alone in a small apartment, iv always felt trapped inside my home, my parents were overwhelming and overprotective, so iv always been alone and outcasted, and now I'm alone, I want to be free to do what I've missed out on, yet I'm stuck .. emotions stop me, iv never been sexually active before, idk what it feels like..

How I wish I knew

_

I watch on my phone one night, as usual I witness the conversions of people, public or In private, seeing how they change , it makes my heart hurt for what I don't have

That is when I got a message from someone I recognise...

His name was once Aaron, we actually live in the same building,were neighbours and old class mates...to be truthful , yet we have never interacted, IV only ever seen him from outside my window peeking through curtains , really I idolized him, he's everything I wanted to be

He recently was assimilated .. I heard he had what could only be described as a, divine enlightenment, I can still hear his moans in my head,

The name on the message was -# 6923

The name he gained after it was complete, Aaron can still be used, yet only in private and usually only between friends .

I'm surprised to get a message, I wonder what it's about and start imagining it, before going on it to read it .. it seems the opportunity has arrived.

An opportunity for freedom ..

Aaron - hey what's up neighbour?

Me- i- hello ...I'm doing fine . I guess.

Aaron- nice to hear... How would you like to hang with me?

Me- (huh? ...Heart beating) - i- sure.. I don't mind.

Aaron - I'll come over to yours tomorrow at 12,ok?

Me- ok..

-that is where it ended .

I could already guess the outcome of tomorrow, yet I'm scared and excited, will my emotions hold me back once more .or?

It was hard to sleep with my mind in a frenzy, it was a sudden difference in my life I want to take advantage of.

_

Come morning, I wake up and immediately get ready. Not like there's much to do

I'm usually tidy but it didn't Hurt to freshen up a bit.

I want to look presentable but all my clothes are baggy and worn, le sigh ... It will have to do

Come 12- I'm nervous...

I can hear to stomp of leather boots . .then a slight nock at the door.

It was him...

I run to the door and gently open it. There he was, a tall muscular young man, leather boots and .. her wore some tight leather pants, a latex t-shirt and gloves.

Although the regular drone latex suit is also worn by some, once a drone, you still are yourself and remember everything, dressing up in different types of latex and leather is something that can be done.

His long white blonde hair flows and his piercing blue eyes...

Errr hi ... Come in, i say

Aaron smiles , hello neighbour. As he walks in.

The sent of latex in the air

I close the door and we both sit down, I had brought orange soda for us to drink and chat.

_

Aaron then speaks up . So how have you been recently Asher? He says with a warm smile

I- iv been fine .. I guess I say in a slight down tone, my eyes looking out the window ..

Aaron puts down his drink and shuffles over to me .. he mildly embraces me with a soft hug. In a soft voice ... It must be hard to live alone like this... Ik how you feel...

I look to him, I can feel his warm energy.. I speak in a somber tone ...

So... You've heard my cries .. haven't you?

(he had always worried if his floor would notice his breakdowns.. whether or not they did, I guess it would be awkward to ask what the sound was )

Aaron then He says in a soft voice.. y yes.... It seems your bedroom is behind mine.... Iv heard it all.

I become embarrassed instantly... Oh I'm so sorry you had to hear all that... I say in a rushed tone.

Aaron Giggles slightly. It's fine it's fine.. ik how you feel, I felt the same way before

He puts his hand on mine.. it's the first time iv felt latex like this before..

I rub my hand against it,, it's soft and warm..

Aaron smiles at me.. nice isn't it?

I blush slightly out of embarrassment.. ehe it is... I guess..

Then sigh... I say sadly... How do you know it will work for me? I don't even know what being turned on feels like.. iv never had a boner before.

Aaron smiles. And softly rubs my hand. I understand your concern Asher.. you don't need to worry. I'm here to slowly guide you.

I felt concerned when I heard your cries .. and knew if I came over. Maybe I could help free you from that pain

Hearing this I let out a tear and and hug Aaron.. (I can hear his heart)

I - thank you.. but I don't even know how to even begin.....

Aaron hugs me back.. don't worry .. leave that up to me.

When we superate Aaron takes his glove off ..

He says In a soft voice holding it out towards me,

Just like he did for me..I will be here along side you ,

I look at the glove a bit shocked... But don't you need it?

He giggles, he puts his hand up and I witness latex forming around the skin into a new glove ..

I stare mesmerized by what I just saw... Wow I say.

Aaron then picks up the glove and motions to me hand, Cinderella style , he gently slides the glove onto my hand,..

This is the first step aaron says in a calm voice . The key is your imagination, if you fantasize and dream about it, it can become reality no matter what.. ik you want this... And I will be a door away if you want company.

I smile... Thank you Aaron..

_

After a nice chat and drinks we parted ways and I've as again alone

I go to my bed a turn on the TV to the assimilation channel to watch others become drones

Listening to the sounds.. the pleasure they experience.. the complete freedom they gain..

Siting up back against a pillow

I look at my hand, it's still very much gloved in latex .

I put my hand against my face , smelling it, feeling it, tasting it...

It felt soft and warm like him, it smelled.. like him.,

My mind had been in a state I'd never known , it felt so good I didn't want to leave, like a dream... I remember his words.. dream and it will become reality..,

i didn't know if I was sleeping or not , but to dreamt about it.. iv watched enough porn and transformations to get the general idea of what it looks like..

To be horny... Yes .. I want to be horny ... I want to get a boner. I want to goon and leak... I want to cum

Then I wake up from my state, I was hot , and steamy? My gloved hand still against my face I pull away .

But then my eyes widened, my heart races, emotion clogs my throat. And I'm on the verge of tears..

It was my dick.. i finally got one.. a Boner . The biggest smile on my face

With speed I striped fully naked and in a heartbeat I used my latex hand and went to town.

Ha hahahaha so this is.... What it feels like..m my eyes gloss over in my new found pleasure.... I was so happy. I started to drool, the smell his latex still on my face and mind

I started to leak pre, it was a sight beyond my wildest dreams. .

Haha ha has I awwww , i laugh , moan and cry, ... Fully immersed in my feelings....

It felt like a lifetime of pain had been lifted

I, I was doing it

I had a throbbing hard dick and I was so horny . I wish this I could be like this forever..

Then the climax ... Through Drool, and pree my eyes roll back in supreme pleasure as I cum for the first time..

Ropes upon ropes of cum spewed all over me, my mind shut of from the pleasure as my dick kept shooting cum....

it felt like a blissful dream , I fell asleep, dreaming of it again, I wanted to cum more.. i wanted more latex ..

With that thought the cum around his body had soaked into his skin and latex blossomed

It slowly covered Asher's body, building his muscles up and giving him a large dick, balls so large he will never run out of cum. A dick meant for a horny drone...

Yes .. he thought .. he can see and feel in , he can see it happening in his dream, latex covering him. .. large heavy leather boots form on his feet. A tight latex t shirt... Tight bondage straps .. leather pant... And a cool latex tie .. a fun drone uniform . . Just like him..m just like Aaron ...his idol ,The one who gave him freedom... The freedom to cum, to be horny .. he felt so aroused , he was ready to be. Drone, ready, to .obey.. ready to cum

Programing set in as his new drone identity was made...

Drone 6924..

A perfect neighbour number...

Hehe he smiled ..

Thank you.. so much.....aaron... He thought before finally falling into a blissful but horny sleep

When asher woke up he was smiling, his dick was hard and leaking from within his pants . He was so happy it wasn't a dream ...

He was so happy... So horny..

Awww he moaned..

He got a sudden text . He looked over to it .

Aaron - must of had a great time Asher .. I'm proud.. I told you it would work : D

Me- i- it was like nothing I'd ever experienced... I I can't thank you enough....

Aaron- your welcome .. drone 6924-

Now why don't you come over and we hang? You can join me for your first assignment.. then maybe can . Have some fun.. together?

Me- I'll be right over. .. drone 6923

The thought of seeing him again made me cum in pleasure .

The cum gets soaked into my latex skin , my dick still hard and leaking.

Forever horny and ready to cum . Just like a good drone should be

Asher got up. Admiring his new body , and loving it all, the boots giving him a kick of pleasure

He was so happy, he finally achieved his dream of freedom from his life, his depressing feelings

No more he said. His dick ready to go, he walks over to Aaron's door and nocks

The beginning of his new life as a horny rubber drone.

O: a late night story for you all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed it

Xoxo- drone 6923- and 6934

[hornyrubberdrone]

I don’t remember how I got here. My eyes are heavy and my head is groggy. As I slowly open them I have to wait for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I’m in what looks to be an abandoned warehouse, the only source of light is from the windows at the top of the high walls. Some are too dirty to let light in and some are smashed all together.

I need to get out of here, I need to find out where here is. I got to move but I am stopped. It is then that I realise the situation I am in. I am tied to a chair, strapped to be exact, with leather straps binding my arms, legs and torso to a metal chair. I struggle against them but they do not budge, I am completely helpless. I make to scream for help but all that comes out of my mouth are stifled moans. I taste the rubber in my mouth, it’s a ball gag. The fuck is going on here? Why am I tied up? And why the fuck do I have a ball gag on?

The creak of leather sounds in the room as a man walks towards me, I stop struggling against my retrains at the sight of him. He is clad in a tight leather jacket and matching leather trousers with scruffy leather boots. Not a single bit of skin is visible below his neck bar his hands. If it weren’t for that I would have assumed he was made completely of leather. He stops in front of me, his face completely blank, what looks like a Bluetooth device flashes in both his ears. Looking down at myself I realise I am dressed the same way as him, missing only the ear devices, the tight leather feels like a second skin.

In a mechanical, almost robotic way he reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking one out of the pack he places it in his mouth and lights it with with the black lighter. Placing the lighter and pack back he then takes a long drag of it and exhales the smoke in my face. I squirm against it, the smell invading my nose as I breath it in.

“Commencing conversion,” he says in a blank voice. Devoid of all emotions.

Conversion? What the fuck is he going on about? I bulk against the restraints, I scream at him through the gag but all that can be heard are my muffled moans. Holding the cigarette in his mouth he reaches into a pocket and brings out an identical pair of ear devices. I try to get away from him but he forces the deceives into my ears with ease. For a second everything goes silent. Then I hear a dull tone start to sound in my ears. My wriggling reduces and soon I become completely still. I am ready to begin my conversion.

Not long after the devices are placed in my ears do I start to relax, I feel comfort from having them there, I never want to take them off again. It was almost like a I could hear a voice in the dull tone speak to me.

*Obey.

Blank.

Obey.

Mindless.

Obey.*

Yes. Yes that’s right. I must obey, I want to obey.

The man before me undos my restrains and removes my gag. I do not move, I waiting for the conversion to continue. I wait and obey. The man takes another drag of his cigarette and blow it into my face, I breath it in obediently just as the device want me to. Taking in the smoke further adding to my software update. Compelling me to obey further.

The man holds the cigarette in front of me and I take it in my mouth, holding it for him so he could preform his part of the conversion. Unzipping my trousers he then pulls my erect dick out he begins to suck vigorously on it. Pumping it up and down with his mouth all the while the voice of the device chants.

*Obey.

Mindless.

Serve.

You are a mindless sex drone. A slave to be used.

You will obey.

You will serve.

You will be mindless and blank. *

His wet lips around my hard cock sends my conversion into overdrive. I can feel all the thoughts slipping out of my head, what was it I wanted before? To leave? Why would I want to leave when I feel so good when obeying. Why leave when being mindless is so pleasurable. Faster he sucks my cock until finally I explode my load. The man does not blink as he waits for me to take a drag of the cigarette. I obey and take the smoke in, I can feel my brain go blank. My need to serve growing. Exhaling the smoke brings me a sense of satisfaction.

The man’s lips met mine as the kiss commenced. The drone before me had not swallowed my load and instead started feeding it to me. I knew what the device wanted me to do, I swallowed my own load.

*Good boy.

Obey.

You are a leather drone.

A sex object.

You are no longer human. *

With robotic motions I was standing. I turned around and bent over before the other drone. I awaited the last part of my conversion. I felt the drone lower the leather trousers and not long after do I feel him insert the butt plug into my dry hole. I cried out with a moan, in the back of my mind I knew that I was only allowed that action of expression thanks to my ear devices. When the plug was fully inserted I pulled my trousers up and turned to face the other drone.

*Good boy.

You are now blank.

You are now mindless.

You will obey.

You are a sex drone and you will serve. *

“Report drone status,” the other drone says.

“Drone conversion complete. Drone #285 ready for use,” I say without having to think. I hear my voice and it is devoid of all emotions. The other drones passes me a rubber gas mask, without think I take it. Placing it over my face I bring the straps of it behind my head.

I am a drone now. I will obey.

I Hope you Liked my new Rubber Drone Story It was hard to make and i tried my best

#gay rubber #rubber #rubber drone #gay

[stayandot8]

A Case of Friends and Lovers

Genre: Fluff

Relationship type: best friends to lovers

Important Contents: Thank you @bangtanmix73 for the idea 😙😙

WC: 6.1k

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Chan became my friend in the third grade. 

Mrs. Yoon’s class was tough enough. A tall, slender woman with her black hair streaked with the gray of her years of experience with us youngins. Constantly dressing like she was stuck in the 80s with her long skirts and her turtlenecks, she was a no-nonsense kind of lady, which wouldn’t have been the ideal kind of teacher for third graders if you asked me. If she peered over her glasses at you, you knew from her beady eyes that you wanted to never be the subject of that gaze ever again.  As the “talker” of the class, she sat me next to Chan, the quiet and good one, in hopes that he would encourage me to behave like him. Unlucky for her, her plan backfired. I instead opened him up and brought him out of his shell to his own demise. The first time I got him into trouble was still burned into my mind.

Mrs. Yoon was droning on and on about something called fractions and I had had just about enough of her voice for the day. My worksheet long since forgotten on my desk, I leaned over the aisle to poke Chan in his side rather hard and quickly sat back straight, my eyes back to the front in case the mean lady was watching. Chan yelped and pursed his lips to the side in fake anguish. I would continue to see this look a lot over the course of our friendship. Mrs. Yoon heard his squeal and glared at him. 

“Mr. Bang, do not interrupt my class.” Her angry eyes were enough to make Chan’s face burn bright like a tomato. I couldn’t help but snicker as he apologized. He didn’t sit next to me at lunch that day. It wasn’t until I brought him the prettiest rock I could find, a smooth, round, white stone with dark spots to look like the moon, that he finally spoke to me again, all forgiven. That was the longest we had ever gone without speaking.

Chan became my best friend in the 6th grade.

We were walking down the cold hallways, the stench of rubber erasers and preteens still learning about deodorant forcing its way up my nostrils. It was an effort not to scream daily in those hallways, children screaming every direction you looked. This particular day was the day my period decided to rear its ugly head for the first time. It wasn’t like I didn’t know it was coming, my female friends had gotten theirs fairly recently so they had prepared me for what was to come. What I didn’t expect was for it to be quite so…. messy. 

It was a very normal conversation we were having, about how his mom had gotten his lunch mixed up with his sister’s again, when I felt it; a sudden gush coming from between my legs. I stopped mid-step, kids shoving my shoulders as they kept moving. Chan had stopped a few steps ahead, just realizing that I wasn’t by his side anymore and turned back with a confused look. And then those kids started looking at me to find out why I had stopped walking, that was when the laughing started. And the pointing. I had my first panic attack that day, under the cruel eyes of everyone in that hallway. 

Chan rushed to me, seeing the tears and panic in my eyes and quickly took off his jacket to tie it around my waist. He grabbed my shoulders and rushed me to the nurse. He followed me around all day to make sure no one else laughed or pointed or stared. And when someone even glanced at me with what he deemed the wrong way, he would shout at them. 

“And what are YOU looking at, huh?” 

They would quickly find something else much more interesting to look at and rush past us. Chan would nod at his job well done and continue whatever we were talking about, trying his best to get my mind off of this sudden change. That day we had some of the weirdest conversations we had ever had, him pulling every bizarre subject he had in his arsenal to shock me into talking about it. It was a very effective method and became a fallback in the years to come.

Chan became my secret crush in 10th grade. 

It was my birthday and while my mom was a good mother, she sometimes just got too busy with her work to pay enough attention to what was going on around her. This particular birthday she forgot about. I had gotten to school and looked for Chan but he was nowhere to be found until lunch period. I was sitting by myself with my headphones in, listening to my own personal curated playlist by my one and only best friend when the doors to the lunchroom flew open and a slew of balloons were pushed through them, everyone turned to stare at the loud bang. I wondered who could possibly be coming through the doors and assumed it was for some sort of prom proposal or something. I turned my attention back to my chips and was putting one in my mouth when I looked back up to the collection of helium when I saw who was attached to them. My chewing paused and I took out my headphones.

Chan was beaming as he scanned the lunchroom and locked eyes with me. That was when I realized the balloons had ‘Happy Birthday!’ written on every. single. one. He sprinted as safely as he could without tripping over to my table, a small cake and a fast food bag in his hands along with a bright pink gift sack. My jaw dropped. I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. 

“Happy birthday!” He yelled as he drew closer. He set down the cake, balloons, and gift bag to throw his arms around me and suffocate me with his love. I couldn’t help my grin as he let go, his own smile infectious like always. He sat down, grabbing the food bag and laying out a nice spread in front of me.

“Is this why you’re late to school?” I giggled as I put my home lunch back in my lunchbox.

“Well duh. I couldn’t let you get away with going unnoticed on your birthday. I had to get the best for my girl!” My heart fluttered in a way I hadn’t noticed before when he said that. My veins sang as the butterflies took a hold in my stomach and remained there. 

We had our lunch as the rest of the school watched, people wondering what the balloons were for when their friends explained it to them in hushed whispers. They weren’t there as far as I was concerned. All I could see was him. 

That’s also when other girls started to notice him.

Chan became distant in college.

He had started dating and I hated all of the other girls that weren’t me. He always wondered why his girlfriends and I never got along, not one of them. He only saw what they wanted to see, them putting on their sweetest, most perfect facade for him as I glared at them from the sidelines. Our friendship started to suffer too. 

I couldn’t blame him for wanting to be the perfect boyfriend. I just wish he would’ve realized he didn’t have to try so hard for them. He was perfect the way he was. None of them were worthy of him anyways. It annoyed me to no end how hard he would try for them while they took it and never gave it back to him like I could have. They simply weren’t good enough for him.

He hated it when I told him that. The conversation would always start the same. He would bring up some petty argument they were having and I would try my best to be objective for him, but it was so hard. It was simply that all of the fights he ever had were always the girl’s fault, either demanding he spend more time with her or do more for her or that he was too much work for them. I would make this point and he would retort with a way that it was somehow his fault. HIS fault that she felt this way. That he needed to be better. I would say it wasn’t his fault, he already spent so much time with her. We disagreed every time. I was surprised he couldn’t tell that I was in love with him. He was oblivious when it came to me. But his friends weren’t.

Feix questioned me first but Minho was the first to break me. He got me intoxicated and asked me one too many questions and the beans came tumbling out in a drunken babble. In front of all of his friends and God herself, I wouldn’t shut up about how I missed his laugh, his smile, and his hugs. The boys just looked at each other awkwardly, taking turns trying to comfort me in their own ways. Minho tried to tell me Chan’s poor qualities, walking around naked all the time, he worked too much, he never bought anything for himself. But these were all qualities I already knew and loved about him. Seungmin was just calling him old and ‘why would you want someone so close to old age in the prime of your life’ and such things. I wasn’t much younger than Chan so in reality, he was also calling me old. He ran out of things to say after that, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth any more than he already had. Jeongin and Hyunjin offered to take me shopping the next day, which I took them up on. Hyunjin pat me on the back gently and grimaced. Changbin just tried to tell me that exercise was the cure for everything. That earned a glare from everyone, to which he just shrugged and looked away sheepishly. I thanked him for his suggestion. He meant it in earnest. Han took my mind off of it, offering his best controller to play video games with him all night long. And when I had successfully beaten Han enough for him to admit defeat, Felix followed me to bed and just cuddled me until the heavy weight on my chest had lightened. 

Every time we fought about his girlfriends’ issues with him, it was always on the tip of my tongue. It was always ‘Just talk to her, try to work it out’ instead of ‘I wouldn’t treat you like that.’ It was a laborious effort, keeping all of the emotions inside. I would feel the build-up when he was in between girlfriends, he would get more touchy with me, no longer under a watchful eye or a guilty conscience. I could feel myself begin to tell him my feelings and then another girl would pop up and they would last too long that the moment was over. But I was always the one he ran to when he had problems. And they hated that. 

The first girl that had a problem with how much time he spent with me didn’t last long after that. But after the third girl, he noticed that it was maybe not just a single issue. So I saw less and less of him when he was involved. Then she appeared a year later. 

She was everything I was not. She was popular, beautiful, and just cool. She still didn’t deserve him though. I hated that I could tell she did care about him a little more than the others but not enough it seemed. She became obsessed with the idea that he would cheat on her with me. Eventually she convinced herself that he did. That was a particularly hard fight for him to get through. He came over afterwards and explained it to me, that he couldn’t spend more time with me if he wanted to keep her, so that was it. I haven’t seen him in a while.

That was a couple months ago. I’m in my own apartment now, reading my book far too late into the night again. The pounding at my door broke me of my trance and I scurried to open the door to see Chan, his curly hair a little wild and his eyes rimmed with red. 

“She cheated on me.” 

His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in a bit. I opened the door further to let him in but he just fell into my arms, his emotions hitting him harder. I hugged him closer, closing the door behind him. He fell to his knees in the hallway and brought me down with him. We stayed this way until his sobs turned to sniffles. My only form of comfort was rubbing his back up into his hair. When his breathing slowed enough for his strength to return to his legs, I nudged him up to bring him to my couch where I left him only long enough to make him something to drink. I decided tea was the way to go, alcohol no good for him in his current state. He simply stared blankly at my coffee table, his silence scarier than yelling. I nudged him with the mug and he took it, letting it warm his hands. I sat beside him gently, letting him talk if he wanted to. When he didn’t, I asked the only question I would dare about the subject.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His eyes still looked blank. His mind was elsewhere. I didn’t think he heard me and I was resigned to stay quiet when he shook his head. I could only nod faintly, finally looking him over fully for the first time in months. His eyes were tired aside from their current puffiness and his clothes smelled like him a little too much, as if he’d been wearing them a little too long. 

“Do you want to sleep here? You’re more than welcome to.” I said quietly, hoping he would take me up on it. I could feel my body yearning to be closer to his natural warmth but I stayed where I was, not wanting to invade his space just yet. He nodded slowly, his mug remaining untouched by his beautiful lips. I had forgotten…

“Do you want to sleep on my bed? I can take the couch.” He leaned to place the cup on the table in front of us and he grabbed my hand. He stood, forcing me to move from my spot as he led me back through my own bedroom door. He only dropped my hand to land face first on my pillow. I couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped my lips. The way he fell was just a little comical, like a cartoon almost. Luckily I had been in my pajamas for about an hour now so I just turned off the light and climbed in next to him, still not touching him. I was too keenly aware of every breath he took, every small movement he made. He turned his head to face me, still stomach down. His eyes bleary, he took a breath in as if he was about to speak. And it was taking all of his strength.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered the words I didn’t need, but craved anyway. I shook my head.

“Don’t worry about it. Just sleep right now, okay?” He nodded, closing his eyes. 

“Don’t leave me.” Never. I tentatively pushed a strand of hair out of his eyes, testing his limits of the moment. He didn’t shoo me away. In fact, he hummed in contentment. His breathing slowed to even draws and gave me the opportunity to really look at him. I thought with these months apart my feelings would die. I should’ve known better. If they could survive college, they would unfortunately survive anything. Simply looking at him was enough to bring them back to the surface in full swing. Maybe this is my opportunity. This time I’ll tell him, I promised myself. Maybe when he’s better. 

“I love you.” I whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. 

I woke up before him the next morning. I felt more than saw the arms around my waist, the leg intertwined with mine. My heart broke slightly as I untangled him from me, moving off the bed as slowly as I could so as not to wake him. He didn’t, simply rolling over, remaining in his slumber. I watched him sleep, the crease between his brows a cause for concern. I tore myself away and exited back to my kitchen. I didn’t know how hungry he would be, so I figured I could always make more if he wanted. As the waffle iron was warming, I heard his shuffling coming down the hall. I kept my back turned to give him a second to breathe and collect himself if he wanted to. When he crept up beside me at the counter, I gave him a half hearted smile and weak ‘hi’, still unsure of his mood. I thought I still knew how to read him, but he had changed so much in these past months, I found it harder than I remembered. 

“I didn’t know how hungry you would be so I was preparing for the worst.” He simply nodded, turning to the coffee pot. He started it up and returned to the couch he was on the night before. He turned on the TV to the morning news. I got the feeling it was just for background noise. 

Once the waffles and coffee were done, I put on my best display of domesticity. I brought him his own plate, which he scarfed down. I talked about anything but the one thing I was dying to ask about. He merely nodded along until a particularly awkward silence hit us. 

“I’m running out of subjects here, Chris.” No response. Another long pause.

“She broke up with me a while ago. I’ve spent the past couple months trying to get her back but it wasn’t working. She finally told me why. She slept with some guy back near the end of our relationship. Didn’t even remember his name.” He got quiet again. Then uttered the few words that consistently broke my heart for him. “I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

“Not everything is your fault though.”

“I had to have done something for her to do that. Why else would she have done it?”

“Some people don’t need reasons.” It was the only response I could think of. He shook his lowered head. 

“It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense. So I ran to the only place I thought of. I’m sorry I barged in on you like this, I didn’t know where else to go.” He finally looked me in my eyes, I could see his apology in the gleam between blinks. 

“It’s okay, really. You’ve clearly been busy.”

“But you’ve done nothing to deserve me ignoring you for so long. And then to just show up here? Out of nowhere? I’m sorry, I should go.” He started to rise, eyes, aiming for the door. I panicked, not knowing when the next time I would see him would be. I lunged for his arm, grabbing it tightly. He jerked, but didn’t pull away, looking back at me. Those same apologies still in his eyes. 

“You don’t have to go. I promise, it’s okay. I’m just happy to have you back. No matter the circumstances.” His shoulders fell in relief as he sat back down. He gave me his best smile, which was only a sliver of what I knew it could be. It still made my butterflies jump.

“I don’t deserve you.”

Boy, you have no idea…

That was a few weeks ago. He still wasn’t completely over the betrayal, but he was slowly getting better. He showed up to my apartment regularly, just like before. We would talk about everything but that night. And when he got particularly down on himself, I would drag him out with all of his friends to take his mind off of it. Being of the legal drinking age had its perks.

This particular night, he had been the one to initiate it. He texted the entire group asking which bar we wanted to start on our pub crawl for the evening. We knew what that meant. If it was a club night, he just wanted to forget the day. If it was a club crawl, he wanted to forget the week. But an actual pub crawl, something had to have happened. Minho was always ready with a suggestion. He knew all the best spots in town. And walking through the doors of our first stop of the night, everyone could tell Chan was ready for the night to begin. 

“Let’s gooooo!” He shouted at the top of lungs, approaching the bar and smiling at the bartender, a short woman with enough cleavage to make a porn star jealous. I respect the hustle of it, but did he have to smile at her like that? He flashed one of his famous grins that reached his eyes, which she of course returned. It was hard not to. 

“What can I get you, sweetie?” She wiped down the glass in her hand with the rag in the other, used to the shouting of men ready to forget their troubles. Chan leaned on his elbows on the bartop and cocked his head, ready to charm whoever was a willing victim. 

“A round of shots for me and my friends, angel. And make them doubles if you please.” She smiled and nodded, grabbing the bottle from the shelves and nine bigger shot glasses. Chan started to chat with her as she poured, making my fingers go numb. The intense eye contact between them was enough to force my hands into fists. Felix noticed, because of course he did. I was surprised he couldn't hear my raging heartbeat. Thundering so loud in my ears I could barely hear what he was whispering to me. I felt his warmth bear me as he said

“Don’t take it too close to heart, you know he does this when he needs to release.” That didn’t stop the chill down my spine though. I wanted to deck the poor girl. She had no idea who I was or what I was going through. But if she laughed at one of his stupid jokes again…

Chan grabbed the tray of shots and winked at her, making her blush. God damn it.

“Relax. He’s not going home with her.” More whispers in my ear. I couldn’t place the voice until Seungmin gave me a shy smile, nodding in encouragement of his words. I nodded back, trying to breathe as we all followed Chan to a table near the shadows of the back of the place. Seungmin placed his hand on my back, following my lead and staying close. 

Chan was doling out the shots in everyone’s direction, each conversation happening in tandem, the noise level doing the best job of drowning out my own thoughts. I decided to let this night be as much for me as its initiator. We all clinked our glasses together, tapped the table, and downed our shots in one go, Felix coughing a little as he got used to the burn. 

“Another round!” Jisung shouted over the noise happening around us.

“I’ll go!” Chan started to walk towards the bar, but Jisung stopped him with his arm. 

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll get this one.” But Jisung’s eyes were on me. I could swear he nodded to me, a small sign of solidarity. 

“Was I that obvious?” Hyunjin shook his head a little too quickly to be anything but honest. I grimaced in his direction, sure that everyone would see through any kind of mask I could put on. Well, everyone except the one it mattered for. He was currently balls-deep in a conversation with Changbin about something to do with…sports? Cars? I couldn’t tell nor did I care. Jisung came back quickly with twice the amount of shots as the first round. I shot him a greatful smile, our unspoken plan working. Another round of shots and we were off to the next bar, pulling the same routine until it was evident that Chan had had quite enough when he wouldn’t let go of my shoulder. He hung on my arm like he hadn’t known anything else in his life, clung to me like he had for the first ten years of our friendship. It was like nothing had changed. 

“Baby, let’s go to another one down the street. They’ve got the best margaritas on the block.” Baby. It almost made it feel real when he called me that. Like, maybe one day, I could be… I snapped back to the moment at hand.

“I think we both have had quite enough there, mister.” His eyes were drooping, his gaze unfocused. His words were blurring together, all of the alochol he had consumed finally hitting his system. He would be turning into one of two people and I didn’t want to be there if the one that wasn’t the cuddly, kind Chris showed up. Not being quite as drunk as the others, I volunteered to take him home, thinking we had had enough for one night. None of the others were ready to go home as much as I was, so they let me take the invalid home by myself. 

The weight of Chan’s body was too much for my single shoulder as we stumbled down the hallway to his apartment. His giggling had turned into a small laughter here and there, which eventually had made him go quiet now. We arrived at his front door, just as I remembered it. 

“Chan, where are your keys?” He grappled with his pockets before he giggled again. 

“Doormat.” was all that came from his mouth. This mother… His spare key was hidden under the mat.

Once we were inside, he went straight for the couch, sighing as he lay flat on his stomach. I couldn’t help my panting from carrying him up his stairs, my breath the only sound in the room. I leaned on the counter, just watching him as he closed his eyes. 

“Chan?”

“Hm?” 

“How are you feeling? Anything coming back up?”

“Not yet. Give me a few minutes though, you never know.” A slight chuckle from the man across the room followed by a groan of regret.

“That is true.” I laughed along with him, not feeling great myself. “Come on, let’s get you set up in your room before I go.” I started for the hallway when his head snapped up from his resting place, his eyes now sad and full of something I couldn’t place. I blame it on the alcohol. 

“What?” His voice had gone high, cracking. “You’re leaving me? Don’t leave me, you can’t leave me. I’ll have no one left.” I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. The words he was saying didn’t make sense in response to what I meant, the fog in my head from the multitude of shots I had clouding every logical thought. 

“Huh? I have to go home at some point. I can’t live here with you, Chan. As much fun as that would be.” There was some truth to that, I realized. I could picture it in my drunken mind’s eye and for a split second, it was everything I had ever wanted come alive. A reality that would always be there in another life where I had the guts to say something. And the even rareer chance that he felt the same. 

“Ha. That would be fun. You would never have to leave then. You could take care of me all the time.” What I wouldn’t give… He was slow to rise from the couch, I suspected any sudden movement would make his insides turn out. And that was a mess neither one of us wanted to clean up. 

“Come on, superstar. Let’s go.” He grabbed another hold around my waist now, his touch more intimate than the one around my shoulder when we first arrived. I tried not to read too much into it. It’s not like it meant anything to him. He was out of his mind, didn’t know what he was doing. We shuffled down the hall to his room, him falling on the bed like he fell on the couch. He burst into laughter into his pillow, my fit of giggles not far behind. 

“Why did you fall like that? You looked like a domino.” I sat on his bed at his feet, getting comfortable.

“I don’t know.” His laughter got louder before it died down. What I couldn’t see was his face scrunching up as his own memeories of the day flew together, ready to attack him as soon as he would let them. I wasn’t expecting the sniffles to come. Well, maybe I should have considering how many shots he had. 

“Chan?” I said again. A long pause, the air thick with a new sadness. 

“I saw her again today.” I knew he was talking about her. I sighed but stayed quiet, afraid of what I would say if I spoke. My words tonight had slipped past every filter I ever had, a new sense of honesty I never had before. Another thing to blame the alcohol for. 

“Why didn’t she love me? Why doesn’t anyone love me?” Not a question meant for my ears. 

“I do.” 

It was barely a whisper. A response to a question that didn’t require one. His retort was too quick for him to realize in what way I meant. 

“You have to say that. You’re my best friend.”

“But that’s not how I meant it.”

He was still. I wasn’t sure if he was breathing but I didn’t care. Now was the time. This was the moment. When I had no filters or second guesses. Now would be the time I would spill it all out, everything. Risking our entire friendship in sixty seconds. I could only stare at the wall.

“I’m in love with you. Have been for a couple years now. I hated keeping it from you but I had no other choice. So all those old girfriends were right. Of course, all the other boys know too. Have for a long time. And now that I can face the fact that you don’t feel the same, I can tell you this and I can move on. I can release it. I can let you go. I love you. I am in love with you. And you do not feel the same. And that’s okay.” I took a deep breath, still without the courage to look in the space around his direction. “Because at least now you know and I can start to kill these feelings one by one until I can stomach you being around other girls. Beause it kills me inside when you talk about yourself like that. Every time you and I would argue about your girlfriends complaining to you and you think it’s your fault. It kills my very soul. You are the best person anyone could ever know. They way you make people feel about themselves, they way you make me feel… I’ve never found that in anyone else. Only you. The way you care about me, you make me feel loved.” My shoes were dirty from the path we walked. I would have to wash them when I got home. 

“I love your laugh the most I think. It makes me feel whole. I love the little squeak you get when you laugh too hard. It sounds like a door hinge.” I smiled to myself, a sudden sadness as I thought I wouldn’t hear it again after this. Not for a long while at least. “I always get butterflies when you touch me. They started back in high school and they never left. I would always try to hug you when I could, which was good because I knew you liked touchy people. But the more I would do it, the more I craved it. I started to crave you. I never knew I liked attention until I tasted yours. And that was it. I was ruined.” Another sad smile as I stood up. He was probably asleep by now, listening to me drone on and on. I could make it home now on my own, the sudden pouring of the build up of the last however many years finally coming to a breaking point. I was never drinking again. I longed for some fresh air, this room suddenly too small. My hand had just brushed the door handle, ready to leave the dream I had held onto for so long in this room, in this moment for good. My life’s sustainment, the only reason I had bothered to come this far. To leave it all on the table for it to be brushed under a rug, never to be looked at or mentioned again.

 Until I heard it.

“And what if I love you too?”

It was so quiet, I thought I had imagined it. 

“You don’t mean that like I want you to.” I opened the door further, certain that I didn’t want to hear his next words.

“But I do.” The grip on my heart, my veins, tightened. There was no way.

“But-” I turned slowly, still not sure if I was dreaming. But if I pinched myself, I wouldn’t get to see how this dream would play out. “What-” I couldn’t think of any words. I could only shake my head in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Look at me. Please. And tell me if you think I dont know what I’m saying.”

I looked, really looked at him, for what felt like the first time. Into those eyes that held nothing but clarity and truth. And I felt like I was falling into them all over again. 

“I don’t believe you. I can’t. I don’t believe this is actually happening to me right now.” 

He sat up to lean against his headboard, head lolling to the side, no doubt feeling heavy.

“You know that box I keep by the front door for my keys? Have a look inside. If you still don’t believe me, you can call Changbin and tell him he has a free pass to hit me as hard as he can.” On shaky legs, I raced as quickly as I dared to the front door, eyeing the little wooden box, just big enough for keys and… 

A small, round, white stone. With dark spots. To look like the moon.

I cradled it, afraid it would break or disappear if I blinked. I simply stared at it, unaware that Chan had crept up behind me on silent steps. I felt his eyes on me a second later.

“Why did you keep it?” My voice was as shaky as the rest of me, still coated in disbelief that the one thing I wanted more than anything could actually be mine. 

“Because that was when it started. I’ve been yours ever since.”

I felt myself turning to face him, still locked on the stone in my hand. I heard him come closer, tilting my chin up to look him in his beautiful eyes. Open for me to see every wonderful thing he had ever thought of me, the warmth inviting me in to stay forever. His hands moved to cup both my cheeks, his body so close I could feel his heart racing alongside mine. 

“I still feel like I’m dreaming.” I whispered against his lips, so close to mine. Too close. There was nowhere I could run to, nowhere I could hide from his fire, his want for me. For me. 

“Me too.” He whispered back.

And then he kissed me.

He poured everything he was into me, his apologies, his laughter, his sincerity. I threw everything I had at him. My darkest thoughts, my hardest moments, my deepest fears. He still did not budge. He waited for more, wanting, needing everything. Every part of me was his for the taking. My soul was his for good. 

It was the feeling of finding money in the pocket of a pair of jeans you hadn’t worn in a while. It was a warm summer night after a day spent with friends, comforting and familiar. It was love, wrapped in your favorite blanket with a warm drink in your hands. He was love, finding me at long last. 

He was mine. 

No one else’s.

Not back then.

Not ever again. 

Only

Mine.

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[drysuitdivingdrone1950]

THE INSEMINATOR DRONE

Beneath this codpiece is the instrument that will transform any male. Once it penetrates a male. their body will be changed forever. Inside the rubber is not only the appendage used to deliver the payload of corrupted pig-cum but there is also two reservoirs of corrupted pig-cum ready to go. The moment it is delivered inside the body of any male it will begin an unstoppable process from which there is no return.

On a microscopic level, the corruption will repurpose every single cell it comes into contact with in the body. Initially, the male will be unaware of the metamorphosis that’s taking place internally. Eventually tell-tale signs will appear. The male will notice a subtle change in the pigmentation of the skin around the groin. So subtle, it will likely go unnoticed at first, but as the hours progress, the pigmentation will become darker and darker, and it will also spread from the groin to the legs and the torso.

By the time the male becomes concerned enough to do something, it’s too late. The male will feel extremely fatigued; so much so that even making a drink, getting something to eat or just messaging a friend becomes too exhausting.

This allows the metamorphosis to accelerate to the point when the skin mutates into something similar to black latex and it quickly covers the arms and the head. By now the male is totally subdued, often drifting in and out of consciousness. It is ready to be repurposed. It starts to hear voices. The latex is actually wiring the former male into a network of conversion drones. Its human mind has already been erased, and it it receiving details of its sole purpose. It is to find more males to upgrade with its corrupted pig-cum. The mission will not be completed until there are no more male humans left on the planet to upgrade.

#rubber

#conversion

[likecastle]

ST Femslash Week - women’s wrongs

A quick ficlet for @strangerthingsfemslashweek, for the prompt “women’s wrongs,” which I basically interpreted as Nancy being a complete mess (I love that for her).

Content note for underage drinking, attempted drunk driving, and other dubious decisions made under the influence.

She can hear Robin’s footsteps over the drone of music from inside the house—the fast slap rubber on pavement catching up to her. She tries her key in the lock, but it won’t turn.

“Nancy—hey, Nance!” Robin’s voice is almost right behind her. “What’s the hurry?”

Nancy ignores her. That’s what she’s supposed to do, isn’t she? Just ignore the problem and it’ll go away. Like Nancy hasn’t been waiting and waiting and waiting. Everyone else seems to have no trouble forgetting. They can just dance and drink beer like the world didn’t end. She tries the key again, can’t even get it to budge.

“I mean, I’ll admit, the music sucks,” Robin says. She tries to make it sound like they’re just having a normal conversation, but she’s panting a little from dashing after her. “And so does the company—with a few notable exceptions.”

Nancy’s eyes focus on the jacket on the passenger’s seat, a green and white Hawkins Tigers letterman, and she finally realizes why her key won’t work. She looks up, trying to remember where she parked, and her head swims. She takes a step back, and Robin’s hand comes to rest on her shoulder, steadying her.

“Whoa, hey, are you OK?”

Nancy twists out of Robin’s grasp and stumbles in the direction of her car. It’s parked away from the crowd of partygoers, out of the way on a secluded side street. Some things never change.

“OK,” she hears Robin mutter behind her, “obviously not.”

This time, her key fits in the lock, and she slings herself into the driver’s seat, the momentum making her stomach lurch.

“Should you be driving?” Robin asks, catching up with her again.

“Why not?” Nancy knows she sounds petulant, knows Robin thinks she’s just some spoiled little rich girl making bad decisions.

“Uh,” Robin says.

“Why can’t I just do what I want?” Nancy feels like she might throw up. She leans on the steering wheel, head between her arms. “Why do I always wind up hurting someone?”

It’s like everything she wants winds up poisoning things somehow. Barb—Steve—now Jonathan, too. How many people are going to wind up collateral for her own desires?

“I’m pretty sure someone will definitely get hurt if you try to drive home right now,” Robin says.

“I just—” Nancy looks up at Robin, standing there with one hand on the driver’s side door, her hair deep bronze in the suburban dark. “I thought I’d feel better, when it was all over. I thought I wouldn’t feel like it was my fault anymore, or at least like I’d . . . made up for it, somehow.”

Robin’s expression is so unbearably soft it makes Nancy want to break something, but when she reaches down to brush a strand of Nancy’s hair out of her face, Nancy doesn’t pull away.

“Doesn’t it make you so angry sometimes?” Nancy says, turning her cheek against Robin’s palm. Robin’s skin is soft and warm and it makes Nancy want to close her eyes, so she does. “We did all of that and everything just went back to the way it was. Doesn’t it just make you want to scream?”

“Yeah,” Robin says, her hand sinking deeper into Nancy’s hair. “Sometimes it does.”

The drag of Robin’s fingers in her hair makes something flare in the pit of Nancy’s stomach, and, oh, this is a bad idea. It’s such a bad idea, but she wants it, wants it the way she wants to smash glass, sometimes, and she pulls Robin down on top of her across the station wagon’s long front seat, leaning back until the armrest digs into her and Robin’s weight is a single warm line.

“Nancy,” Robin begins, a question or a caution in her voice, but Nancy draws her in with a kiss, silencing her. Maybe this will be the time she gets what she wants without ruining it, Nancy thinks. Maybe this will be the thing that makes it better.

#stranger things femslash week #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

[eggedbellies]

Rubber/latex drones that corner you,  with their nice helmets,  their bodies dripping with goo.  You think they're ready to kill you,  but instead, they grab your clothes and take them off.  They comfort you,  petting your head,  putting their chest in your face, and moving your hands to feel them.  But every contact leaves behind goo on your skin.  You want to resist but something is in the air... Something is making you just want more,  to be used more.  When they get all the clothes they can off they take turns on you.  Each time spreading the goo faster and faster on you.  You can't tell how much they used you,  it just felt like everyone involved was in heat. 

You're left on the ground,  panting,  tired from your conversion,  and as they put the helmet on you for the final touch,  a sudden feeling of bliss hits you,  as your mask fills with gas and goo. 

Moments later you stand up, and another rubber/latex drone,  all happy and ready to turn others. 

The change feels as natural as breathing as goo replaces skin. You squeak as you move, and drawing more into the hive mind feels good, like your purpose. The inky black liquid moves inside you, each day becoming harder and harder to move, as your belly grows with latex eggs - laying the traps is a pleasurable experience, and the eggs wait for anyone foolish enough to stumble across them, one touch able to draw in a new drone...

[slyratex]

Can you turn me into a latex drone.

Heyho! Basically everyone has the potential to become a rubber drone. The natural resources you bring to offer to the Hive may influence the outcome of the conversion. As in, a sexy hunk has a higher chance of becoming a muscle drone, for example. Except if the Hive‘s collective mind decides it is better for him to become something completely else. The transformation is complex and can lead to varying outcomes in appearance, while on the inside, all drones are the same: Pure rubber filled with lust and the all-consuming thoughts and desires of the Hive! So when you think of offering yourself to the Hive, what is it that you have to offer, and what are your deepest and wildest dreams you hope to find fulfilment for in the Hive‘s dark, shiny embrace?

#rubber #drone #transformation #offering

[redinthefaceandcheeks]

Author Notes on The Rubber Factory

The Author Notes series is a long running segment on my Patreon that covers my personal thoughts on my published stories, including writing tricks I used for certain scenes as well as how and why I set up my stories in a certain way.

Going forward I will be publishing Author notes that are at least one year old to the public.

I hope you enjoy this behind the scenes format of this post while I continue to work on the next story. *** 

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Oh boy, this was a doozy of a story. This one was a gift for someone and the story prompt I was given for the story was Rubber, control, and transformation. With that I decided to revisit the Living Doll story setting, but add a bit more context and twists this time.

Initially I had the sub not ‘get’ the appeal of rubber and latex on principle but I felt that was a bit lazy and forced. I hit up one of my gear head resources to come up with realistic reasons why someone would be hesitant or reluctant to put on rubber all the time. The answer given was; the effort for upkeep and the lube and prep getting into it. With that I also wrote the backstory that Craig was more gun-ho on the idea of rubber than the sub, which also caused a bit of friction between them.

I was given the ok to go full 180 on a character with the sub turning from a brat to a happy little drone at the end. I did this with the ‘show don't tell’ approach with the sub constantly dragging his feet on everything and being moody about everything about this appointment.

The bratty behaviors of the sub I borrowed from every moody teenage character from every family movie and T.V show; petty displays of actions and sulking. On top of that I wrote in a few reasons to be reluctant with the appointment; the early wake up and long ride across the city.

As for the creep factor: this is once again in the Author notes where I mention the horror aspect of my writing. It was my choice to put the rubber store in a warehouse to begin seeding the creep factor. It was also practical realism,  if I had a nickel for every popup company in a warehouse I would be a rich man.

This time I used a LOT of build up to the eventual twist . The same build up in Slasher films that had the slow build up to the suspense by sprinkling in the scenery before the big reveal. The sign, the layout and interior of the shop, the posters of the other drones, the assistant's conversation, and of course the ‘attitude adjustment’ line by Giovanni.

Giovanni was supposed to just be a no description and no-name character like ‘The Handler’ in my other stories, but as the story developed more and more in the drafts his involvement warranted a name and description.

The measuring was drawn upon my time I had to get measured for a tuxedo ...a long while ago as well as the hairdressers, where people work around you and on you without engaging with you. I mean there's always idle chats at those locations but the staff are always more focused on their tasks at hand.

I actually had to look up youtube videos on how cat suits are measured and made to write the authentic experience and workstation with scissors, zippers and glue. Before I did the research I had the work station include needle, thread and a sewing machine, which was totally off. Bottom line: Always do your research fellas, it’ll prevent you from looking like a fool.

I wrote about that to lull the sub into a sense of comfort until the prick of the nanobots. Like horror and street magic I had Giovanni swoop in and reaffirm that it was all ok and necessary to the process to distract the sub with something else. Like horror movies I had an opportunity for the sub to walk away and leave in a huff but the thought process that he was already there and between the implied price and being halfway done he decided to stay which sealed his fate. Sunk Cost fallacy, look it up!

Soon the suit was done and of course it was a perfect fit. To get the sub to humor Giovanni with the suit there was the line about the custom made lube that acts as a moisturizer. I don't know if water based lube does any harm to one’s skin care over all nor do I know if there is a moisturizing lube out there that has vitamins and aloe in it.

With the suit on, the sub was able to leave when a sleepy and dizzy spell overcame him and again it was attributed to the other aspects of the day as Giovanni again swooped in and offered his couch to nap on.

The nap was a segue to a dream sequence, I left it vague but I meant it to be about the sub looking at the inside of his own skill, with the white domed walls and the changes in your gut was supposed to be the physical reorganization done by the nanobots. A English lit major could also claim that the feeling of movement in his dream body was the change of the self, the change in his own Persona ….4 Golden on Steam for 19.99 USD. Go play it right now!

After that dream the sub faded back to conscience with people talking around him but without context the sub couldn’t make out what it’s about until he came through and this is where the big reveal took place and where the fun began.

I started with Craig issuing the demand to get up, which was answered by a bratty and lazy response by the sub. He tried it again and that solicited a response with a fire lit under him, my best attempt to convey the idea how someone’s subconscious could be reprogrammed to be complied to follow.

From there Giovanni ran down the list of cool features like a car dealer on the phone app because everything's on an app these days. From there it led to body modification, which I am not happy to admit is verbatim from the living doll story even with the same beats.

It went from the tone and achievable body, then big and impressive bodybuilder to the small and petite. It was there I went on the other request this person requested to include, Boobs.

To introduce it I gave it the good ole ballooning scene, as the pecs kept growing before the support gave out and they fell with a satisfying jiggle. Another paragraph about feeling them and getting the touch sensation on both sides and the truth sets in.

The sub tried to protest in any way possible which set off a notification on the phone, which lead to Giovanni to highlight the biggest feature and something that this whole story was leading up to

It was why I gave the dom and name and why the sub never addressed him with an honorific title. Why I had the sub have so many bratty behaviors and why he was so reluctant to participate

Because it all got wiped away at the touch of a button and to signify that I had the narration switched with it. Now it was ‘Master Craig’ and ‘Head Designer Giovanni’. The sub was now grateful for the change and thanks Giovanni with a handshake. With the total remodeling of his character there was no problem with the sub patiently waiting on Craig as he took his time shopping and browsing the inventory. Along with holding Craig’s bags and now the sub to be the one opening the door on the way out onto a bright and sunny new day.

This was one of my more ambitious stories and like Mall Trip: the Movie, there were times in both that I wanted to create a break to make it a two-parter but I pushed through and I think both posts were better because of it.

Between this and Mall Trip; The movie I actually got mental burned out on writing fiction stories which is why there was a break in content for two weeks, which I used to write author notes and relaxed instead.

Burnout is real even for things you enjoy doing.

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[jovialjuggernaut-draws]

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I tagged 507 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#riddlebat - 224 posts

#batriddler - 200 posts

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#batman - 142 posts

#bruce wayne - 110 posts

#edward nygma - 94 posts

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#also im in a discord w lfwrites and. she said this was also sent to her so like. not really inclined to respond to a prompt sent en masse

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Literally ran to ur blog as soon as I could pick my brain back off the theater floor to post comprehensibly what r ur thoughts I am so AAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAA

oh my god no thoughts im screaming

holy shit

1) eddie was SO horny. the whole time. he kept up a boner in every fucking scene. that man was the horniest hes ever been. i think he came in his pants when he got cuffed. AND THEN STARED BRUCE IN THE EYE AFTER sticky pants and theres his fucking Beloved watching him hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

2) the arkham breakdown.......... he fully believed bruce would fall in love with him then and there........... this really was the same eddie as batman forever he had the same exact pair of glasses and he was just as convinced one conversation would drop that man to one knee ring in hand

hed practiced that speech so many times but never saw past his heart eyes BRUCE you could have done something there!!! YES hes unhinged but now hes unhinged AND has your voice replaying eternally in his head digging at him hhhhhhhhhh god i love bruce making these men worse

3) Batmobile.... Sexy.

4) Bat boots...... Sexy.

5) Selina owns no good wigs and thats so funny. shes wearing the 5 dollarest wigs she could find

6) bruce punching gordo. bruce and gordo besties. this was a buddy cop comedy.

7) bruces shirtless scene being his fucking conspiracy board scene.................... if eddie had seen THAT fucking CHRIST heda been all over him like jam on bread i tell u hwat

tangentially bruce and eddie the same man. stalkers. creeps. standing there silently. watching waiting etc. love when theyre similar makes me fuzzy inside

the fact that bruce just instantly guesses the right thing to find the next clue so many times he and eddie think EXACTLY the same way theyre on SUCH a wavelength!!! the same fucking wavelength!!!!

anyway my brains fucking scattered and i need time to process and im so fucking hhhhhhhhhhgghh

i gotta write i gotta draw i gotta cosplay eddie in his lil arkham outfit w his shitty collar i need to learn to sing ave maria i love that man with my whole heart and soul i cant believe i wasnt kicked out of the theater i got so many compliments on my eddie jacket

296 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#4

WHO ELSE LOSING THEIR MINDS TONIGHT

328 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#3

himmmmmmmmmm

397 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#2

today.... i am thinking about....

bruce taking the rats from eddies apartment home bc theres no one to take care of them w eddie in arkham and he looks up absolute mountains of rat care info and gets them an absolutely MASSIVE enclosure, fucking floor to ceiling, 5-6 levels, different stairs and platforms etc to get to each level, different chew toys on every level, and theyre fat and happy and he sometimes w take one out to sit on his shoulder and nibble at his hair when he needs a Rubber Duck for a case

and maybe also he goes to visit eddie in arkham once in a while and updates him abt how the rats r doing and its just that little connection between them like hes given the rats a better life as a proxy for edward and

anyway. bruces new pet rats.

601 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I find your power to rewrite history (create random bondage edits that get so high on google images that multiple people believe the Riddler just regularly wears rope under his clothes) to be awe-inspiring, and everyone should follow you if only to hear the next words of a prophet. What is the new fanon, wise one?

bruce wayne trans

835 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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[redlegend-a]

14)  one muse comes over to comfort the other one and it unintentionally turns into comfort sex. (this is gonna happen I can feel it in my bones)

14)  one muse comes over to comfort the other one and it unintentionally turns into comfort sex. 

He doesn't know how to explain that these stories, while yes, they're terrible, they don't bring him the immediate distress people associate with those kinds of memories. Red thinks on them and all their grisly details, and the most he can really feel is a dull sense of "what should have been" or lingering sadness. 

Blue listens to the stories and reacts like a normal person would with dread or shock and awe. He said he'd listen if it bothered him. On some level he thinks it does, because these stories? They're real and he dreams about them. There's plenty of them. The girl in the center, the dead woman dragging herself through the door. The monster on the mountain that tells him to sleep in the snow. 

You wanted ghost stories.

The more he tries to communicate, the harder it is to explain the numbness. He doesn't know why he can operate like this. Blue doesn't feel it. 

They have a conversation then about pain and what it means to really be in pain and with that the whole struggle came out. Red doesn't know when he's in pain most days. His skin doesn't register a lot of external pressure. His head doesn't connect most living nightmares to personal pain successfully. Blue looks at him with the same creeping feelings as he has been this whole time.

He looks at Red with anxiety. He worries about home because if these horrific encounters were real… 

Than so were his regrets about not asking about them.

Pain, whether he can feel it or not, also came with Blue wanting to assuage it. It's all emotional.

Blue keeps looking at his lips.

He wonders if Blue dreams about him. 

Red takes his chin and asks if he can kiss his cheek with a sign, << Can I kiss >> and thumbing his jaw. Blue goes stock still, and thinks. His eyes dart everywhere else. He simultaneously doesn't want to be confronted with it (for so many reasons ) and desperately does. He said it himself in a confession someone else is supposed to hear.

Blue nods once, stiff and trying to search for just the right verbal sparring note to leave on which never comes. Red kisses his cheek and lingers there in calm, quiet intimacy. Once, and twice for reassurance that yes, it's alright.

I'm okay. So is this. So are you. It's okay.

Which pull on the trembling flood barriers Blue's tried to keep in check, but there's less reasons to here so his inhibitions are pulled like taught rubber bands and snapping. 

Blue grabs his chin, my turn, and kisses his lips, tripping on those invisible barriers with the force of someone who desperately was trying to carve him out. This started with a ghost story. Now it climbed to a slow building fever because Red grabs quiet mouthfuls of that desperate connection right back.

Please want me.

I do, I do.

For Blue, it really is about conforting pain and absence, and finding things to fill the pain and absences left behind by other people. He holds himself to impossible standards on the outside, and everyone else at arms' length. 

Which is hard to do now, locking lips with Red. 

Red doesn't need his hands. They reach to pull Blue in by his clothes.

There's another realization, as Blue tries to quickly get better at kissing him on his hotel pullout couch, that he doesn't exactly know what he's doing, and just knows that he wants to do something hormonal in response to all of this, and do it well. Perfectionist.

Vulnerability to Blue was this precious, finite resource that he didn't have a lot to give. 

He swings a leg over Red's lap to pin him, and kiss his head back. Red's skull hits the back of the couch and his hat fall behind it.  It's a wonderful, droning thing to kiss him. Red's not in a hurry even if Blue is trying to be.

Relax.

Blue's shoulders do by precious few degrees. Excitement is a hot jet of energy from his hands to his groin because Blue can read him.

Relax.

Again. This time with a slow massage to his lower back, pressing the last few vertebrae down and testing for knots.

Red is the one that peels back to breathe and put his hands up, breaking the slow build to sign, << You kiss well. >>.

It breaks the uncertainty. Blue cracks a smile that's flushed and hot. 

"Well, duh. Of course I do," he says in the manner of do you know who I am?

Not yet, but I want to. 

The unspoken answer seems to pull him in again. 

Red kisses him, calm, inviting, and relaxed. Blue's still a stranger but the outlines of his character are crystal clear. As are his intentions. 

Red enjoys his mouth, turning to meet the more furious barrage of his tongue. 

It lights his body up with familiar warmth. Head to toes, still curled into his socks. When Blue breaks off, he's burning in the face and his lip is wet. Blue's thighs are locked around Red's waist in a way that's pulling some obvious fantasies to the surface. 

You'd look good on me. You look good on me.

Blue laughs again, a little taxed.

Red looks up at him in his lofty, comfortable spot there in the dull hotel lamplight, leaning back, both arms splaying over the back of the furniture. He stares at the ceiling while Blue runs a hand through his own firey hair.

Red whistles to get his attention, which is immediate. 

Blue waits and he pulls his hands towards him to sign little hooks, tapping one hand's hooks against the flat of the other palm. 

It's blunt for not even having his shirt off, but Red's wanted to see what was possible since they'd danced in Paldea.

<< Do you want to fuck me? >>

He parts his fingers to run a hand over his cheek and thumb it. Blue's full of winding answers. He just needs honest ones.

"You're gonna let me?" 

Red's brow arches up. 

<< What do you like? >>

"What do I like? I dunno. I tried with other guys, okay. Nothing spectacular."

That's a shame.

<< Can tell you what to do. >>

"Heh. So I just listen to you, huh? How's that gonna work?"

Red raises a hand and tapped Blue's hip twice. 

<< Stop. >>

And squeezes it, sinking his fingers under the fabric.

<< More or O-K. >>

Blue's a quick learner, and this is a new language built off their shared cant. 

Red rests his lips on Blue's chin with a brief, warm interlude. Blue's heart's racing and Red can feel him thinking about stripping him down and pushing him into the mattress. He's been thinking about it for months, what that must feel like.

<< Yes, or no. No is ok. >>

"Who the hell would pass up this opportunity?" Blue's volume climbs a bit and he shakes himself to the forefront to remember who exactly he was: pride, perfection, and ego.

That fierce look in his eyes is a good sign. 

Just like dancing, Blue gets to lead and Red's the one taking control of the direction. 

It's easier after they talk to start shedding clothes. There's more to touch and Red keeps his hands sluggish to find out what's going on with him while Blue is discovering those horror stories are real.

"What is that?"

Blue's chain drags over Red's chest as he moves his thumb over the pinched skin. It's not an old scar. This wound keeps reopening. Four perfect circles and an indent in each one.

<< Ghost story. >>

"Of course it is."

Blue sucks air between his teeth with a 'tch'. 

Wait until I tell you the scarier one.

Red soundlessly laughs at him and kisses the dead center of his chest. It's one long press of his lips. Blue's dick twitches between them.

Blue was on top of him, straddling his hips yet again and making slow beats of friction between them. Must be what he did with other guys, because he's comfortable in it. 

Red watches him rut against his body, keeping a hand on his hip and thumbing circles. These little considerations add up and disarm him, give him a little bit of that auxiliary ego back because there’s nothing he could do to make it awkward.

The feeling is contagious, because he’s actually never seen Blue more willing to relax in his life. 

Red crooks his fingers in the come here. Blue looks at him, because he has to, confused as to what the message is. 

And again, come here. This time, he sits up and between the two of them, Red’s a hell of a lot stronger, pushing him back. 

He nudges Blue until the man’s kneeling by himself, trying to get contact back by grabbing onto his sides, his chest at the weird shaped scars. Blue rakes a hand through his wiry hairs and toughened sinew to try to get him back but he doesn’t. 

Because Red pulls himself off the pullout couch, and sinks to his knees on the floor. This is likely one of Blue’s fantasies, if his split second balk and overwhelming fervor is to be believed. Red bites at his knee in passing to get him to the edge of the space.

It’s hard to tell who is pulling who to shore. Or who is leading the dance. Or who started it. (He did. Battle one. First one. First round. Blue lost against him and the battle was thrilling.)

Blue tangles his hands in Red’s hair and smooths it back from his face. Red takes the time to appreciate what he has. His dick is nice... it’s a nice weight in his calloused hand and Blue sets his jaw and puts pressure on his scalp. 

“Now I didn’t expect all this-”

No? Are you mad though?

Something came through to him because he stops saying anything while Red pushes the bottom of his thumb against the loose, sweaty skin. He doesn’t know what Blue likes, so they agree to play. It’s what they usually do. Spar, battle, toy with each other, tease. It’s all playing and low stakes.

And despite their respective situations, remarkably it is low stakes. Red goes through the motions of licking and sucking to draw the smaller quakes out of him. His mouth is warm and Blue is extremely hot. His tags that he likes to wear were sticking to him. Red didn’t take them off.

I know a little too much about you. 

It’s the thought that crosses his mind while Blue guides the head of his cock into Red’s mouth and pulls his hair. He’s trying hard not to gag him, and trying harder to bite his tongue and not say something.

Until Red raised a hand to grab him by the hip and squeeze. 

Move.

Demand met. Blue moves, and Red tongues him. It’s a slow, lazy process at first to find cohesion and then Blue tests the waters with a sneer and that’s the person he knows that loves this kind of roughhousing. 

Particularly with him.

More excitement. He’d like this to keep going and show Blue a few more things, but there’s no fucking way. He’s still recovering from a handful of disasters When Blue finds the rhythm he likes, a rough, wet pull of Red’s head to the back of his throat, he picks the pace up, hazy eyed and delighted for the wave upon wave of friction and pleasure.

He makes Blue sign to him what feels good, and better. The better translates to body shakes and tense fingers.

It’s a fun realization that Blue gasps pretty loud when he bottoms out in Red’s throat. And Blue holds him there to fight a reflex to choke, growling something Red misses but must’ve been euphoric enough to garble him. 

Red breaks his hold with two taps on his thigh and Blue listens, panting and rosy-faced. He grins like a fiend. 

“Not gonna let me use your throat?”

<< Thought you wanted to fuck me..>>

Red doesn’t let him answer, because the next kiss is wet and silencing, and he weighs Blue back down to the cushioning on his back with it. He stretches over him, and ruts against his dick for a spike of enjoyment. Pleasure that reads over Blue’s face under him. Red wonders if he’d ever gotten someone to have him taste himself.

Or if this is another first for him. Either way, it’s a punch to the gut, because Blue grabs both of their cocks in his hand and he mimics the way Red fondled him, giving them warm skin and a nice wet hand to push against. 

“I do. I do- fuck.”

They kiss. Blue’s relaxing into the bliss of it and squirming under his body. Blue’s hand squeezes the both of them hard. The warmth of his hand transfers to himself. He jerks himself hard, those little body twitches more obvious.

Blue is on the knife edge of cussing him out when Red gets off of him entirely, trailing spit and sweat down his chin. Red runs a hand over his cheek (he gets nipped) and leaves to dig in his things, tossing a condom onto his sweaty stomach to fiddle with, with a snort. 

Blue’s a good learner. Red pulls him through the motions of prep and nerves. 

What did you expect?

Red on top of him, riding him wasn’t it. Blue puts a hand on his hip and squeezes for More. Attention.

Of course.

It’s only after Red’s under him and Blue gets that fantasy of digging his teeth into his neck like he desperately wanted to, that Red wonders.

Do you still feel like a ghost doing this?

#bluesthebest #nsft #like extremely nsft #HAPPY BIRTHDAY I GUESS LMAO

[broooooo]

It seems my last post is a favourite xd

Hears more then xd

Another addition to the , dronehood, story

Don't think you can escape

You know you want it

Once you put on the boots

There's no going back. The conversion has started

Rubber will consume untill all you are a obedient drone...

Horny

Obedient

Drones

To serve and convert

We drones will

Watch

Fuck

Cum

Obey

Until all are one with rubber

Are you willing to join us?

If not, take your time, you'll want to sooner or later ....

XoXo

Drone 6923 and drone 8696

[wannaberp]

— WHO IS YOON TAESU?

he’s a TWENTY-FIVE year old wannabe, born AUGUST 23, 1998. he’s currently eyeing STUDIO DELTA and lives by the words “the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.”

maybe you should learn more or ask him a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ harsh_critique.mp4 ]

"taesu, i'm trying to talk to you here." and suddenly, it's like the silence in the air is cut through with something akin to snap of a rubber band. not that it was actually ever silent before, but the only difference is that taesu-- no, thierry -- is actually listening now. the hum of the refridgerator drones on in the background, and the rice cooker plays a jolly little tune to signal the completion of the side dish. thierry sighs and brushes the chips of his black nail polish off his lap, his appetite now non-existent. he hops off the stool, another grunt leaving his mouth as he goes to attend to it, popping the lid open and taking a deep breath as the steam rushes upwards to greet his face.

"i know."

the rice scooper is gripped firmly in his grasp, and he further distracts himself by serving himself a bowl. it's not that his father isn't right. no, thierry knows he's right. him and everyone else who has ever mentioned his dance skills, or startling lack thereof. the only difference is, it's coming from his dad.

"then you need to take it seriously. i've helped you get this far, but i can't help you anymore if you don't want to help yourself." the man said gruffly, as if he was completely resigned in the manner, and on the verge of washing his hands of it and leaving his son to his own devices. "if you truly want to make it, you need to be the full package. but you're lacking in one of the most important departments."

thierry could only remain silent as he went on, staring down at his food as he chewed on the inside of his lip. it sounded like he was talking about something much more serious and not thierry's unwillingness to improve his dance skills, but that's what it was. you didn't have to be the absolute best at everything, but if you moved like you had two left feet like thierry did, then you were more susceptible to leaving yourself open to criticism. criticism that he was already receiving from easily the most important person and the biggest inspiration in his life.

after a few more long drawn out seconds of silence, the man took his glass of water and left the kitchen. his father wouldn't ever dare say it, but that stubbornness came from his mother. thierry remained silent, his fingers drumming anxiously on the cold countertop and shame swirling beneath the surface of his otherwise schooled expression, the only thing betraying that was the slight tick of his jaw as the words of countless conversations like this one played over and over in his head. he wasn't sure what was so different about this one, though. the food he never planned on eating was left abandoned, and with a final slap of his palm on the granite surface he stalked off to his bedroom. by the end of the night, he'd have signed up for dance lessons.

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