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existslikepristin · 4 months

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Hey @worldsover. Happy birthday.

Tags: NSFW, smut, Dreamcatcher, teacher!Jiu, student!Gahyeon, male reader, threesome, big ol’ noncon warning here, or is it dubcon?... no don’t fool yourself this is noncon, mysteeerious circumstances ooOOooOOh *finger wiggles*, no beta read and no editing I had to go fast cuz this is for a birthday and it’s already late by two days, blowjob, deepthroat, a little fluff, a little romance, a really poorly thought out B plot, absurdity, hypocritical “protagonists”, Jiu is stronk and rips clothes, the relationship is toxic but not the usual way, also butt stuff babyyy

B-Side: [title] ft. Gahyeon, Jiu

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“Honestly,” Jiu says, slapping a bead of sweat off her forehead, “She's heavier than she looks. Must be a lot of muscle under there.”

You stare at Jiu, then at the other girl on your bed. What’s her name again? Gabriella? No, there’s no way that’s it. That’s a stupid guess.

“Gahyeon,” Jiu reminds you, as if reading your mind, “Do you remember what I told you about her? Well she did it again. She came into class drunk!”

Still in a certain amount of disbelief, you can only hope that Jiu’s telling you the truth, and that it’s the whole truth. If not, there will be no small amount of trouble stemming from this night. Jiu knows things. Specifically, she knows things because you’ve demonstrated them for her. You’ve regretted that for a while now, because Jiu is also impetuous, to put it mildly. If she managed to replicate—

“Turns out it’s really easy to do what you taught me on someone who’s already in a receptive and reduced state of mind like drunkenness.”

Fuck.

“Jiu, you can’t just…” you struggle for the words.

To describe how what she’s done is wrong? No.

To describe the harm Jiu may have inflicted? No.

To describe how absolutely fucked you may be here? Yeah, that’s probably the one.

“Can’t?” Jiu asks, “But it worked, didn’t it? I mean, I think it worked. Here…” Before you can stop her, she slaps Gahyeon’s thigh. “‘Ey! Get up and show us your tits, slut!”

You choke on your spit and flinch backward. This is bad. It’s not too late to run and remove yourself from any direct implication. Gahyeon’s starting to sit up, so you pivot around and take a stride toward the door.

“Damn,” Jiu half whispers, “Those are nice.”

No way.

Surely, your ears and eyes deceive you. When you turn back around, you’re assaulted with the view of what will most likely be considered assault. Gahyeon is upright, her sweater bunched up around her collarbone. Jiu is palming her bare chest, bouncing a boob as if she’s estimating its weight. To say that you’re mesmerized would not quite be accurate for a couple of reasons. For one, you’re terrified. Gahyeon’s half-lidded—but open—eyes take in your countenance, probably forming a permanent mental image that can and will be used against you in court. And for another, it’s Gahyeon that’s mesmerized in a sense. You can’t just claim to be in a state that someone else in the room is actively in. That would be asinine.

“Jiu…” you start, trying somehow to save face, “Jiu, stop, oh my go—”

“She always comes into class without a bra, and… well, this sweater isn’t the norm. Usually, it’s cleavage all the way down, or nips stabbing through a sheer tank top. So fucking distracting,” Jiu definitely doesn’t stop at your insistence. She ignores you entirely, groping, squeezing, pinching, every little motion sparking a twitch in your face. “Not that a pair of tits is inherently distracting, obviously. I’m no prude. Free the nipple, right? But she flaunts these! Pushing them together in my face when she hands in papers. Calls attention to them every chance she gets. Just the other day, she asked me to borrow a pencil, put it down her shirt in front of me, and then went back to her table and used a fucking G2! We’re working with volatile chemicals! She doesn’t have to be courteous, she just needs to think about some damn safety!”

You blink, suddenly realizing that you waited for an entire rant to finish while doing nothing but stare at the mammary glands in your girlfriend’s hands. Maybe you’re mesmerized after all. Mesmer was a hack, so any word coming from his name is likely an accurate description for a half-assed (or full-boobed, in this case) party trick.

“Alright Jiu, you’ve had your fun,” you blurt out in the brief moment of clarity you can find, “Don’t you think the nice girl should be on her way?”

“Gahyeon? Nice girl? This slut? I’ve told you all the shit she pulls in class.”

“Including in the last thirty or so seconds, yes.”

“And you think she should just get to go?”

“I mean, morally speaking, we haven’t heard her say a word of consent here, so yeah, perhaps it would be best to—”

Jiu cuts you off with a cock-browed stink eye that reeks of the sentence: Are you fucking kidding me?

“Are we gonna have a problem here?” Jiu asks, out loud this time.

“Whaaat?” you creak, “Nooo, no. I’m just saying, what if she…” You pause, trying to indicate nonverbally some deeper implication to your words with a series of bonkers facial expressions. Jiu hasn’t always been the most reliable at catching on to double entendres though. “What if she’s not into it?”

Jiu squints. “What? Are you saying all those other people have been into it? I sure didn’t hear them consenting.”

Fucking holy shit fuck, you’re fucked. Jiu’s fucked. You’re both so fucking fucked.

“NO.” You try to contain your volume, but it still comes out a bit loud, even through your gritted teeth. “I’m saying… what if… someone were to think… that perhaps… they might discuss this… with an official?”

There is a cursed moment of silence while Jiu simultaneously judges you and mulls over your words. Finally, she clicks her tongue, “You think I didn’t do it right, don’t you?”

You put your hands up, unsure of how to respond without giving everything away to the potentially fully aware Gahyeon.

“You really think I fucked it up, huh? Hey Gahyeon, what are you gonna remember later?”

The silence is palpable.

“See? Nothing. You always say they can’t talk back like this, right?”

“Because…” You pause to develop a new double entend—Who are you kidding? You’re already fucking fucked, as previously stated. “Because I tell them not to talk back! It’s not an inherent factor! Did you tell her not to talk back?!”

“Oh…” Jiu says.

“OH?!”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure I built that in.”

“Pretty sure?!”

“Look, like it or not, I’m gonna keep on keeping on with these titties. If you don’t think I did it right, you can run away. Otherwise, you can get your cock out of your pants.”

“And the memory?!”

“Same diff. Built that in.”

“How?!”

Jiu sighs and climbs further onto the bed, behind Gahyeon. She snakes her hands around and continues groping away. Something that she whispers into Gahyeon’s ear gets Gahyeon to finish removing her sweater, and she merely sits, politely, silently, while continuing to be assaulted before your very eyes.

Suddenly, Gahyeon’s head is thrown back. It's not her doing it, it's Jiu with fingers entwined in her hair.

“Look at her,” Jiu hisses at you, “I don't even care if she does remember. She's a stupid hot slut who teases me every day, and has no respect for my cooking class. If anyone needs to get their pretty little throat fucked, it's her.”

Hang on, what?

“I'm going to get my strap and I'm going to fuck her so raw that she won't even be able to come into class for a week. Maybe then the other students can actually get something done for once—”

“Don't you teach chemistry?” you ask.

Jiu pauses her gripping of Gahyeon’s body. “Yeah…”

“I could have sworn you just said cooking.”

“What? That would sure be a silly class to teach!”

“I mean, not really. That would actually be pretty cool if you taught cooking. You're really good at it.”

Jiu’s head fully pokes out from behind Gahyeon. her eyes are glistening with tears. “Oh my gosh, you really think that?”

“Of course. Babe,” you pause, and move to stroke her cheek, “you've always been passionate about your cooking, and I just want you to pursue your career the way you want to. Cooking, chemistry, it's all the same to me as long as you're happy.”

She sniffs hard, clearing out her nose. “Aw, honey… You'd support me if all I taught was cooking? Really?”

“Absolutely.”

She gives you a pouty-lipped stare for a few seconds, clearly holding back the waterworks. “O-oooh, get over here!” She shoves Gahyeon over and holds out her arms.

With a smile, you take Jiu up on the embrace, squeezing her tightly and basking in her warmth.

Sniffling even harder directly into your ear, Jiu babbles little nothings for a moment, and then says, “You sweety, you… can I suck your cock?”

“Sure, babe,” you say, pulling her back a little so you can give her a brief kiss.

Jiu gets your pants off fast. She's always quick at that. Lots of practice. Your dick hangs free until she gets it in her hand, working you up to full mast while she kisses your neck. It only takes a quick pull from her on the hem of your shirt to remind you to take it off for her. As soon as you do, her kisses go lower, and lower, and lower. Your eyes naturally flutter closed and your hand alights on her head, not so much guiding her as petting her.

Then, you’re inside her. Her lips, so incredibly tender, wrap the head of your cock, and her tongue pulls you in deeper. It’s sensual, slow, relaxing even. All of your worries fade away. You stroke her hair, and look down at your lover to take in her beaut—fucking dammit, the girl’s still here! How the fuck did you forget?! She’s literally lying down, half naked, between you and Jiu, and this is very concerning, obviously!

“Jiu! Jiu, wait! We’ve got to do something with her!”

She pulls back, still rolling your cockhead over her tongue. “Oh. Yeah. Let’s fuck her! Sit up, slut!”

Gahyeon does as she’s instructed, slowly sitting straight back up and slotting herself between you and Jiu. Her tits end up smushed against your pelvis, hugging your dick. It’s not quite as good as a blowjob, but her boobs are big enough to fully engulf you, and that’s pretty great… but you can’t think about that right now.

“No, babe, we need her to—”

You just can’t get a word in today, can you? Jiu’s mouth covers yours. Her tongue dives in, stealing away whatever you were going to say and the throat on your dick turns any thoughts into pleasured moans. But that is a problem in and of itself, the throat on your dick. Because it’s not Jiu’s.

Sneaking a glance down, you see that it is in fact Gahyeon whose head has been shoved and is now deepthroating you with no resistance. Her hair is bunched up in Jiu’s hand, and she’s bent over at one hell of a severe angle. Her ass looks real good in those tiny, tight shorts from up here.

“Please, wait for just a second, Jiu.”

She backs off, but only barely. Her eyes capture yours, lock them in place, and throw away the keys. “Yes, honey?” Jiu has never been good at hiding her smiles.

“Okay, let’s fuck her.”

“Yeah!” Jiu jumps with joy, and would have continued the alliteration if allotted adequate hours, but instead she kisses you again, on the nose, cheek, and lips before falling onto her back to undress.

Ignoring the storm of projectiles that Jiu’s clothes become, you actually take a good look at Gahyeon. Her eyes are still half closed, just like before. In fact, her whole face is slack, fully relaxed, not something you often see when your cock (or anyone’s) is fully stuffed down their esophagus. A light bidirectional breeze tickles your stomach at a steady rate though, so if there’s a lesson to be taken away here, it seems the real secret to comfortable deepthroat is to be entirely unresponsive to the dick you’re sucking. Both arms are resting to her right side, where they landed after she was told to sit up.

Once Jiu is naked though, things change up rapidly. She grabs Gahyeon by the hips and yanks backward. Being the ragdoll that she currently is, Gahyeon limply falls forward and end up with one cheek shoved up against your hip. Miraculously, your dick being so far down her throat is what prevents her from face planting at the foot of the bed. Jiu pays this awkward positioning no mind as she, bare-handed, rips apart the sides of Gahyeon’s shorts and the underwear beneath, as if you needed the reminder that she’s both the beauty and the beast in your relationship. If it turns out she pulled everything off correctly today, she might be the brains too… Nah, she’ll always be your favorite dumbass. How on Earth did she convince you that she taught university level chemistry?

You politely readjust Gahyeon so she’s flush with your pelvis again, and you start to thrust. “Gabriella…” you start.

“Gahyeon,” Jiu corrects you as she yanks Gahyeon’s legs back again, diving between them and hungrily pressing her face into Gahyeon’s ass crack.

“Right. Gahyeon, hold yourself up and suck.”

Oddly, she doesn’t do as she’s told. That’s not how this normally goes. You continue thrusting down her throat, kind of monotonously. “Gahyeon?”

Jiu comes up from Gahyeon’s ass for a breath and to let you know, “Oh. Yeah, sorry. I forgot to mention, you need to say the trigger word.”

“You gave her a trigger word?” you ask, actually somewhat impressed, “Nice! What is it?”

Jiu beams a cheesy smile. “It’s ‘titties!’”

FUCK.

“TITTIES?!” you can’t contain the shout. Gahyeon twitches, but otherwise remains unresponsive.

“Hehehe, yup!” Jiu looks so pleased with herself.

“It’s supposed to be something that she’s not likely to hear!”

Jiu cocks that eyebrow again and waves a dismissive hand. “Oh, no decent person says ‘titties’ in public.”

You palm your face with both hands. One isn’t enough. Gahyeon slides off your cock and face plants at the foot of the bed. So much for avoiding that. “Dammit, everybody says ‘titties’ in public these days! More and more people every day!”

“But…” Jiu takes a quick breath. “If more people are saying it every day, that means not everyone is saying it in public yet.”

Claw down your cheeks, leaving red streaks. “That’s not the fucking point, Jiu! Lots and lots of people say it these days, especially on college campuses!”

Jiu screws up her face the way she does when she tries really hard to find the answer to a tough question. “Okay, how do we get rid of it?”

“Just tell her, but it doesn’t go away immediately. Every time she hears it, it lasts a little longer.”

“Oh. Easy. Ey, Gahyeon! Forget about ‘titties’ okay? It’s not your trigger word anymore.”

You glare at Jiu, but she ignores it, happily going back to devouring whichever hole she was working on before.

“Okay,” you whisper, “okay okay okay. Gahyeon, get up on your elbows.”

This time, Gahyeon does as she’s told, propping herself up. Excellent. You lift her head by the chin. You’ve always had a thing for a good pair of lips—it’s no wonder that you’re dating Jiu (for that, among her many other qualities)—so you find yourself rather taken with Gahyeon’s. They’re very slightly thinner than Jiu’s, but they’re curvy, like the rest of the girl. You run your thumb over her lower lip, simply taking the time to admire her. Jiu has good taste. And if what Jiu’s told you about the attempted seductions is accurate, so does Gahyeon.

“Tell me if you can talk now,” you mumble.

“I can,” Gahyeon mumbles back. Her voice is kind of… creaky.

“Are you any good at sucking cock?”

“Yes.”

“And do you enjoy sucking cock?”

“Sometimes.”

You roll your eyes at the lukewarm answer and straighten up so that your dick is directly in front of Gahyeon’s lips again. “Tonight, you love sucking cock. So take it deep.”

It’s still a requirement to place your dick to Gahyeon’s lips before she starts. In the state she’s in, she can only really react to physical touch and sounds consistently. She should be able to see, but what she sees may not be exactly the same as what she perceives. You’d be very curious to know what she is currently perceiving, but her ability to describe it is most likely inadequate, or even entirely inaccurate.

Regardless, she does as she was told. Just like before, she gets all the way down, but now it’s intentional (technically). And she is loving it (technically). There’s not a gag to be heard as she takes your cock as far down her throat as it will go, backs away until the tip is at her lips, and the process repeats. The corners of her lips curl up into the tiniest smile (at least, more than usual).

“Honey? Mind if I use this slut’s mouth?” Jiu asks you after a bit.

You’re tempted to say no and follow through with this face fuck until completion, but you know what they say: Always let your girlfriend do whatever she wants with the sluts that she brings into the house under mysterious circumstances. It’s common courtesy.

“Sure thing, babe. Gahyeon, get on your back so you can service Jiu.”

Gahyeon’s movement is suspiciously sluggish, as she slowly extracts your cock from her throat. She blinks a few times before pushing herself onto her hands and knees.

“What’s taking you so long?” you ask.

“I don’t understand,” Gahyeon responds, stopping her movement altogether.

“What part?”

“I don’t know a Jiu.”

You’re briefly puzzled, but you figure out the problem in the moment immediately before Jiu clears the air.

“My students call me Ms. Kim.”

You scowl. “Not even ‘Professor’ Kim, huh?”

Jiu shakes her head and shrugs.

Annoyed, you grab Gahyeon by the arm. She has no mechanism to resist. “Don’t you respect your professors, Gahyeon?”

“No,” she says simply.

Annoyance justified, you continue, “Why not?”

“They claim authority that they don’t generally deserve.”

“What if they work really hard?”

“It doesn’t matter if their ability to teach is hampered by the school.”

“Then why go to school?!”

“Taking down an establishment is impossible without knowing it intimately.”

You and Jiu both blink in surprise.

“Well, okay… What about your cooking professor?”

“I love Ms. Kim.”

Jiu puts her hand to her mouth and squeaks out, “You do?”

“Yes.”

Well now you’re getting somewhere. You lay Gahyeon down on her back and release her arm. The handprint fades slowly. “Why do you love Ms. Kim?”

“She teaches a valuable, practical skill without being pretentious and doesn’t shill fascist propaganda to her students. She is also extremely attractive.”

You smirk at Jiu, but continue addressing Gahyeon, “Have you tried to seduce Ms. Kim?”

“Yes, with minimal effort to avoid disrupting her work.”

“How would you feel if you did disrupt her?”

“I would feel the need to apologize.”

Jiu’s lower lip quivers and her eyes glisten with tears yet again. Crying is not an incredibly uncommon occurrence for her.

“Would you consider being her slutty little sex slave?”

“No.”

What a fucking downer! All that build up only for her to reject the proposal! You and Jiu gawk at each other incredulously.

“What?!” you demand, “Why not?! You just said you tried seducing her and find her extremely attractive, both of which are totally valid!”

“Unbalanced power dynamics in sexual relationships are morally reprehensible.”

Jiu and you share a look down at Gahyeon’s supine form and back, and then you both burst into laughter. Forget her being a downer, this girl’s hilarious!

You give Gahyeon’s bare thigh a couple of hearty slaps. “Sure, sure! That’s a good one, Gahyeon. You want to be a slut for Jiu!”

Then you remember that Gahyeon doesn’t know Jiu as “Jiu,” so you open you mouth to course correct, but Jiu goes first.

“Yeah, you little slut! You are going to get weak in the knees for Ms. Kim from now on. Hearing her voice will make you uncontrollably horny. Her spit will be a delicacy to you.”

You smile broadly. Jiu really has learned a lot. She’s incepting Gahyeon correctly, using the second person future tense without contractions! What a fantastic, sinister girlfriend you found yourself!

“Your ‘morals’ will always be worth compromising when it comes to Ms. Kim,” Jiu keeps going, voice curiously peppy for something so dark, “Ms. Kim will own your holes, and your desire to please her in every way will rival your desire to undo the societal imbalances caused by authoritarian capitalists. You will do anything for Ms. Kim.”

Clap for that devious performance. Applaud, even. Jiu grins from ear to ear. “How was that, honey?”

“Excellent, babe! And for a first attempt, too? Incredible.”

Jiu blushes, “Well, I did try it once before on another student.”

You nod approvingly. “Did that one go just as well?”

“He hasn’t left his work station without first cleaning it in the last two weeks, so it seems to have been good!”

“Oh, that guy? I was wondering where all the complaints about him had gone.”

Jiu slips her hands beneath Gahyeon’s shoulders and yanks her to the side, finding a good position to straddle her head. “I can fill you in on the details later, but for now I think you should hurry up. Don’t want to let my new slut’s ass dry out.”

You hoist Gahyeon’s legs out of the way, dipping down to investigate. Indeed, her tiny rosebud is gleaming with saliva. So it was her asshole that Jiu was eating out! No sense in allowing such a lovely, courteous thing go to waste! Before you get back up and line up your cock, you give it a quick lick. You can’t help yourself. Jiu’s spit is delectable. Fitting, for such a good cook.

Speaking of fitting, your cock and Gahyeon’s ass? Fantastic fit. The preparation provided by Jiu is what really seals the deal though. The entry is a dream, metaphorically for you and something close to literally for Gahyeon. You expect you’ll have an absolute blast once you start fucking in earnest, but you want to wait for Jiu to get settled in first.

And Jiu does just that. She faces you and settles in on Gahyeon’s face, as expected, humming cheerfully. It’s hard to believe just how enamored you are with the way she wiggles side to side, getting a feel for the facial contours most suited to being seating.

“Get a taste of Ms. Kim’s pussy, Gahyeon, and tell her what you think of it,” you suggest, already knowing that Gahyeon is in for a treat.

Gahyeon sticks out her tongue, and immediately recoils with a gasp. “You taste so much better than I imagined!”

She knocked it out of the park with that one. It’s uncommon for anybody to show much of any enthusiasm in this state of mind unless they’re specifically told to.

“Awww!” Jiu coos, “You little sweetheart! Eat me out, deeply.”

Gahyeon seemed quite unbothered about sucking your cock, but she seems downright pumped about this. Her arms even leap up, blindly falling over Jiu’s thighs. Jiu squeals with delight as Gahyeon’s tongue flies over her clit, through her petals, and straight inside her. You can see the sparks in Jiu’s eyes before they shut tight, the instability in her legs before she presses her palms into Gahyeon’s breasts, and the crack of a smile before she groans in blissful passion.

Oh, Jiu. Such a good woman, doing such bad things.

Suddenly, you remember you’re balls deep inside this girl’s ass. Right. You can admire Jiu and still get yourself off.

Pull back a stroke and slam back in. It doesn’t matter one bit to Gahyeon how rough you are, but you don’t want to do anything that would ruin Jiu’s enjoyment, so you push down on Gahyeon’s hips, pinning her mostly in place (it’s not perfectly effective) while you fuck her.

That puts you and Jiu face to face. Heavy breaths hit each other over and over. You kiss. You lean into each other, nipping lips and necks, giggling darkly. Sharing a little sex toy like this is perfect for affirming your affection for each other. Jiu stares into your eyes, trying desperately not to blink as she reaches climax.

“Beautiful,” you whisper, caressing her trembling jawline.

When she manages to get a lungful of air, Jiu whimpers back, “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too,” you return. You punctuate with a new kiss, firmly gripping the back of Jiu’s head to ensure you can stay attached while you both pound and grind away. You even give her hair a tight little tug, which seems to give her a miniature, aftershock sort of orgasm.

Surely, you imagine, she must be all but drowning Gahyeon, but that’s no reason to stop. Not when the girl’s neurons are registering the fulfillment of her fantasies (whether they be brand new fantasies or older ones), and her body reacts accordingly, her pussy grooling all over your cock and making your ass-smashing even smoother. You even detect moment or two of slight tightening. All these orgasms urge you to join in, and you have no reason not to.

Except, perhaps, one.

You take Jiu’s hand and give her knuckles a quick kiss. “Jiu…”

She already knows. With a completely unnecessary seductive lip bite, she slips off of Gahyeon’s face and down until she’s fully on top of the girl, back to Gahyeon’s stomach, legs spread to fold around you.

Pull out of Gahyeon. The toy doesn’t matter anymore, not when you have Jiu below you. Your cum is for her. Without looking, you find her pussy easily, naturally, even. It’s unclear to you whether you were this close to cumming already or if it’s just Jiu’s body that speeds you along that path, but it begins as soon as you reach her furthest depths. Now this is a perfect fit. You drop on top of her, desperate for her mouth on yours again as you fill her with pump after pump after pump of your crème de la penis. She moans your name repeatedly between hitched breaths, and you repeat hers as well, voices indicative of a need that falls on every level of the hierarchy. Only once you’ve been thoroughly depleted do you notice the little sharp pains of Jiu’s nails digging into your shoulder and back.

Neither of you move, if you don’t include your heaving chests, focusing on each other’s eyes and bathing in each other’s auras. This time, you say it first, “I love you, Jiu.”

“I love you,” she tells you back.

The three words practically turn into a chant, until each of you is smiling uncontrollably and rubbing your noses together as if you can’t come up with something more interesting to do.

Eventually, as all things must end, you break apart with a last giggle. You’ve gone soft, but you don’t know when exactly your spent dick fell out of Jiu. Taking a quick look, she’s leaking an incredible amount of cum directly onto her student’s pussy.

Sighing wistfully, Jiu reaches back over her shoulder to stroke Gahyeon’s hair. “Well, how long do you think it will be before she’s begging me to use her?”

“Well, normally it takes a few months for someone to mull it over, but every time she goes under it’ll speed things up. If someone were to give her a super common trigger that she’ll hear accidentally multiple times a day… maybe two, three weeks?”

Jiu whines incoherently and rolls off of Gahyeon’s body, casually grabbing a boob and rolling it about. “Oh, I’m sorry for having faith in humanity, that people would have the decency not to say ‘titties’ in public. Anyway… I guess I’ll just have to keep her close while I wait.”

You nod approvingly and massage the back of Jiu’s leg.

“Hey, since you said she wants to be my slut tonight, what do you think would happen if I woke her up right now?” Jiu asks. She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Gahyeon, wak—”

Your anxiety spikes.

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TikTok was where I learned about SHEIN. For a while my For You page, which had accurately identified my interest in fashion’s more material impacts, served me videos of sustainable fashion influencers decrying SHEIN’s wretched labor and environmental practices. The textile industry is the second-largest polluter in the world, they said, and of all the fast-fashion producers, SHEIN is by far the worst offender. SHEIN uses toxic chemicals in their clothing production; SHEIN mass-produces fabrics like spandex that never decompose (at this point an image would flash across the screen: an overflowing clothing landfill, or a mountain of discarded clothes in the Chilean desert so large it is visible from space); SHEIN exploits and endangers its factory workers. Employees earn $556 a month to make five hundred pieces of clothing every day, work eighteen-hour days, and use their lunch breaks to wash their hair — a schedule they repeat seven days per week with only one day off per month. A more nuanced TikToker might point out, briefly, that conditions in SHEIN factories are not necessarily unique, or that focusing on suppliers — rather than the larger systems of Western consumption and capitalism that create these conditions — is a fool’s errand, but the platform isn’t built for that kind of dialogue. I clicked on the comments and invariably read ones with several dozen likes saying, “I’m so willing to die in shein clothes.” Before long I was watching SHEIN hauls. There are millions of them — the tag #sheinhaul has been viewed a collective 14.2 billion times on TikTok. In each haul, a woman rips open a plastic bag filled with smaller plastic bags filled with small plastic clothing. Sometimes the woman holds up each garment and narrates its merits, but often the clothes are disembodied, laid flat on a floor or a bed in an accidental stop-motion animation. A stretchy red skirt on a furry white carpet is replaced by a strapless watercolor bustier with a deep-V neckline. A zebra-print skirt is followed by a matching pink two-piece set, with a short-sleeve cardigan and miniskirt constructed from a fabric that looks like bubble wrap. Sometimes a haul is five pieces, and sometimes it is too many pieces to count. The garments appear and disappear in seconds, edited to the beat of a trending song. Rarely do we see the clothing on a body. Usually brand familiarity accrues in a slow drip, building from obscurity to instant recognizability over the course of months or years as a designer’s work intersects with the zeitgeist and gains traction on social media. SHEIN was different. One day I’d never heard of the retailer and the next it was inescapable: in thousands of outfit videos, on millions of social media feeds. The clothes weren’t distinct or cohesive; what united them wasn’t style but price. All those SHEIN hauls entered my feeds with such ubiquity that they began to feel like they’d always been there. I’d opened a door to a new part of the fashion internet: a place where girls bragged about their ultra-fast-fashion purchases, delighting in the cheapness of the garments. Here, SHEIN was the obvious choice for new clothes. Why not, when you could buy on-trend pieces at lightning speed for less than the price of a cup of coffee? It was uncanny to bounce between videos: here was a girl showing off her new halter, here was another girl giving a litany of reasons why it was unconscionable to buy clothes for so little money. Didn’t these TikTokers hear one another? But then again, how could they? “This is what we keep missing here in the whole conversation about sustainability in the industry,” Nick Anguelov, a professor of public policy from UMass Dartmouth, said to a Slate journalist writing about SHEIN in June. “We keep failing to understand that our customers are kids and they don’t give a fuck.”

#shein #fashion #fast fashion #tiktok

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goetiae · 8 months

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In the Green Witch arc, Sebastian presents a rather interesting book to Sieglinde when she requests to have something to read. The book is called The Family Physician, and it is in fact replicating a real medicinal work of the Victorian era.

The Family Physician: A Manual Of Domestic Medicine was published in London, England, by Cassell & Company in the year 1883. It is one of many books of this kind as at the time family manuals of medicine were becoming more and more popular. Of course, books were still rather expensive to print and were majorly available to the rich. As many were living in estates outside of the city centers and some traveled abroad, physicians were not always readily available. With that, more and more rich Victorians would rather have a book of medicinal remedies at home to "replace" a visit from a doctor.

The book Sebastian is showing in the arc is one of the later editions by the physicians of the London hospitals. The special edition Family Physician featured in the manga consists of four volumes and includes a diverse list of treatments for many types of illnesses.

Now, Yana does include two supposed remedies used in that book but only one of them is found on the pages: opium tincture. Laudanum was prescribed for various illnesses. As for the bacon, it is a real medical practice of the Victorian era but one recorded in The Successful Housekeeper (1888), not in this manual.

Sebastian has previously stated that he would get familiar with the medicinal treatment options of the time to assist Ciel with his health problems. We can safely assume that this handbook manual is used by him rather often to help young Lord during his various instances of sickness.

This book consists of multiple categories of illnesses that would take a long time to cover fully, but here are those that Ciel canonically either goes through or is likely to go through due to his known chronic condition (asthma):

Night Terrors

Asthma

Cold

Cough

Fever

The sort of treatment that Sebastian would put Ciel through, were he to truly follow the book, is bizarre.

Do not follow these instructions. They are highly outdated and do not follow any medical requirements. Herbs, plants, and chemicals mentioned in this post are highly toxic and should not be ingested or inhaled.

Night Terrors

Night terrors are recognized by Victorians as recurrent and relatively safe, as they are "rarely precursors of fits or epilepsy", though they may be hard to handle, especially in younger children.

In case that a Victorian child was suffering from nightmares, or night terrors as they equated the two, physicians recommended rhubarb and soda also known as Gregory's powder. Combined with a light and digestible meal, this mixture, which is currently regarded as a laxative, was to ensure that the sleep of the child is undisturbed through the night.

Asthma

During the Victorian era, asthma was not recognized as an obstructive disease of lungs, but rather as a neurological condition. Physicians of the time were seemingly very well-aware that asthma was a difficult and longterm condition even if they did not precisely understand its nature; sometimes referring to it as psychosomatic.

Within the treatments that Ciel would have realistically gotten were he, as a Victorian child, to have the kind of asthma attacks that he has had in the manga are:

I. Tobacco, which was believed to relieve paroxysms - sudden asthma attacks. The book Sebastian has provided us with says that tobacco would be especially beneficial for non-smokers who have not established tolerance to cigarettes, pipes, and cigars. Even though individuals who used this method would grow "pallid" and "damp with prespiration" after the process, their asthma attack would be "prevented". It is possible to assume that with the repeated, consistent smoking pattern Victorian asthmatics tried to balance out their breathing rhythm.

II. Lobelia inflata, also known as puke weed, is another type of tobacco recommended for asthma, though this time it is to be consumed by ingestion in a form of a tincture mixed with water. It was believed that this tobacco helped with asthma "related to indigestion". The book does state that its authors are unsure whether the plant is very effective as some patients have fallen sick after the use; which is no surprise to the modern reader as lobelia inflata has been discovered to be a toxic plant.

III. Stramonium, also known as thorn-apple, is a kind of medicine recommended by the Victorian physicians when smoking tobacco was not enough. The leaves of the plant, which is highly toxic due to multiple alkaloids within it, would be crushed and smoked. Smoking stramonium before sleep for prophylactic reasons or at the beginning of an asthma attack was generally considered an effective treatment that worked "like magic".

IV. Cigares de Joy, "anti-asthma" cigarettes created by a Frenchman, are highly regarded by the authors of the book. Like many other medicinal treatments of the Victorian era, they were, of course, bad for your health as they contained stramonium and arsenic.

V. Coffee is probably the only non-toxic method of treating asthma that Victorian doctors suggest. However, even with coffee one can't hope to have much satisfaction from the treatment: it is to be given very hot, black (pure cafe noir), without any milk, and on an empty stomach in small quantities. Bigger dosages are advised against while taking coffee with a meal is cosidered to be a cause of asthma attacks.

VI. Nitre-papers are, practically, papers with potassium nitrate. The papers were meant to be burned so the fumes fill the room. The chemical compound of nitre-papers is an irritant and causes damage to the lungs, though Victorian doctors describe multiple cases of children and adults alike "peacefully" falling asleep around ten minutes into the paper burning. The latter is probably no surprise as potassium nitrate fumes have an adverse effect on the human body, causing nausea and dizziness.

VII. Nitrite of amyl is one more nitric chemical compound that is recommended by the Victorian doctors to inhale in order to treat asthma. Now, this chemical is highly toxic in all forms and especially so in direct inhalation and ingestion; it can cause blindness, brain damage, lung scarring, and death.

VIII. Chloroform is yet another questionable way of managing asthma in the Victorian era. While the authors of the book can be given credit for mentioning that overdoing chloroform is never the aim, and even provide a story of a man who died doing so, they do still praise the method greatly. According to the manual, chloroform is to be applied in a few drops on a handkerchief one can press to the nose and inhale through. It is rather clear here that Victorians truly did see asthma as a disturbance within the nervous system and provided methods of sedating the patient.

IX. Ipecacuanha, an imported plant native to Brazil, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Panama, and Colombia, is a remedy that the authors seem rather perplexed about. They do recommend it as an effective method of asthma treatment but they do not specify how it is to be applied. We are left wondering how exactly Victorians used this plant. Ipecacuanha, or ipecac as it is known within the medical field now, is highly toxic in all its forms and is especially dangerous to ingest. Brain damage and organ failure are only some side effects of ignoring safety precautions.

X. Potassium iodide is a medication recommended for ingesting directly in the amount of two tablespoons three times a day. Praised for postponing or even fully stopping asthma attacks, this medicinal treatment was highly regarded by the Victorian doctors. It is worth mentioning that potassium iodide has adverse side effects and is an allergen for many people. However, it is a recognized medical supplement that should be taken only, if ever, upon doctor's prescription.

Cold

Victorians recognized that cold was a rather complicated condition as it could either be a simple cold of a precursor to other, more serious, diseases: bronchitis, pneumonia, quinsy, consumption (tuberculosis), pleurisy, rheumatism, neuralgia, and more.

Doctors seemed to believe that the main cause of a common cold was dampness rather than anything else: a damp bed, a damp seat, a damp house or room, a damp robe, and more. Bathing for a prolonged amount of time was discouraged as it "caused colds".

The physiological nature of a cold was that it was seen as an inflammation of a mucuous membrane within the air-passages.

Victorians recommended that one who has caught a cold should stay quiet and not talk much, not eat too much food though drink plenty of water. The most jarring thing is, they recommend - within the book in Sebastian's possession - that colds are to be immediately treated with an aconite tincture. Needless to say, aconite is toxic in all forms and causes nausea and dizziness, vomiting, heart and lung problems, as well as death.

Out of safery reasons, we will abstain from providing any sort of recipes here. Aside from aconite, or when aconite was simply not enough, Victorian doctors suggest the following remedies:

Camphor

Phosphorus

Belladonna

Bryony

Nux vomica

Ipecacuanha

Bismuth

Arsenic

All of these ingredients are highly toxic and their effect on the human body greatly varies. Regardless, these should not be taken in absolutely any form.

Cough

Victorians recognize multiple varieties of a cough and state that there's no universal panacea for all of them. Still, they do recommend a few home remedies that are mixtures made of rather unusual components.

One suggests mixing a Paregoric elixir, which is a highly toxic substance containing deadly hydrogen cyanide, with oxymel, cascarilla, and chloric ether. Another proposes a method to treat dry cough: mixing morphia, hydrogen cyanide, and chloric ether together before ingestion.

Other cold treatments include:

Aconite [☠]

Alum [☠]

Asafoetida [!]

Belladonna [☠]

Chamomile oil

Chloroform [☠]

Coltsfoot [!]

Drosera

Gelsemium [!]

Ipecacuanha [☠]

Nitric acid [☠]

Sulphur [!]

Tartar emetic [☠]

☠ - toxic, deadly! - unsafe, may cause health problems for some people

Fever

The last condition that we can see Ciel canonically go through is a fever, which he seems to catch during the events of the Book of Circus arc. Now, treatment of a simple fever in Victorian times was rather unique as the doctors suggested using aconite or belladonna tincture to reduce the fever.

If it happened so that a patient's fever has not gone down after a long while, arsenic mixture is used. If nothing else helped and the fever is accompanied by shooting pain, highly toxic bryony is applied.

Thankfully, during the cases of remittent fever lasting for many days none of these mixtures were applied. Instead, the patient would be given ice to suck, cold water to drink, or some lemonade. Vomiting was to be calmed down with application of chloroform or ipecacuanha. Quinine, which has many dangerous side effects, would also be given. The most the patient would get aside from such dangerous medicine is nutritious meals and a lot of water.

Overall, it seems like using The Family Physician for treatment of many conditions that boys like Ciel would go through in real life Britain would cause more disadvantages than benefits for the patient. Over-reliance on toxic stimulants and deadly chemical substances could not possibly be good for anyone whose health was compromised.

Edits of the manga pages are made by us. Please, do not use them.

#༺♚༻ 𝕬nima e 𝕮uore ༺♞༻#༺☤༻ 𝕸𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔞 ༺☤༻#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #sieglinde sullivan #victorian era #victorian history #medical history #historyblr

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Nerdy Love | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x reader Summary: Hange with a nerdy lover headcanons! (Science Edition: Chemistry, Botany, Physics, and Astronomy) A/N: the physics part was pretty self-indulgent, i just want to share the world of science with Hange :")

Hange with a nerdy lover...

Chemistry

if you're a chemistry nerd,

Hange would be overjoyed at having someone who shares their favorite subject with them

when you first met, they sat beside you in the lab and went on talking about chemistry and such

enthused by your knowledge, Hange will begin to search even deeper chemistry knowledge so they can keep longer conversations with you

periodic table of elements jokes (Hange will, I just know)

will probably bring their own microscope kit when there is no schedule for lab

will look at you like you hung the stars even when you're talking about highly toxic chemicals

looks at you with heart eyes even if your hair is mostly disheveled from working for hours in certain chemicals

thinks you look adorable in safety goggles

shares a matching chemistry-themed coffee mug with you that looks like a beaker

one time, you had a lab accident but Hange was there, and unsurprisingly, they are efficient at first aid. their presence was a huge comfort, and they made sure you wouldn't panic the entire time

making sure you have appropriate experiment equipment is their love language

Botany

if you're a botany nerd,

Hange will try to impress you by identifying leaves around the school garden

will give you a leaf with a unique shape they found

will also pick the best tree bark piece for you (the one that doesn't have a brittle texture, it's sturdy enough that you can turn it into a pendant)

will show you a collection of dried leaves they tucked on their enormous books as a bookmark

they adore textured plants so they would be so happy to find some in your garden

loves the vibrant flowers that grow in your garden

they would likely want to surprise you by growing a plant and giving it to you on valentine's day

lotsssss of plant puns

knows how you water each of your plants because they always observe you when doing it

loves the way you observe each plant, knowing well if it grew new leaves, flowers, or fruits

they take you to garden dates <3

Physics

if you're a physics nerd,

Hange loves interactive toys that use physics. they would probably share lots of that with you

both of you would fall asleep together listening to Feynman lectures (it was relaxing, trust me)

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you could talk to them about the most obscure physics theories and they'll know what you're talking about (which makes your heart leap with joy and end up kissing them on the cheek several times)

they're genuinely interested even if you're talking about steam engine history for hours

you get pissed off when the laws of motion are discussed in such a shallow, abecedarian way in high school and Hange adores your pouting face.

loves helping you out with calculus problems in physics

they became invested in chemical physics because of you

exchanges science books with annotations for you at least every week

loves silly, theoretical questions with you

listens attentively to you even if you're describing light and optics during a school disco party

adores you when you discuss torque mechanics using a basketball during PE

even when walking past a river, you can't help but tell them the amazing hydrodynamics of the flowing water. Hange loves seeing the sparkle in your eyes whenever you describe the beauty of the world using physics

volunteers to participate in your mini physics experiments

they are very resourceful so they mostly help you with applying physics to real-life devices/inventions

their eyes lit up when they see both of your inventions materialize but they're more happy to see how delighted you are

(i still remember how happy they were when they successfully developed the "Executioner from Hell")

it's canon that Hange has the best intuition and analyzing skills in AOT so you get along very well since those qualities abide by the principles of physics

these headcanons are mostly modern au bc AOT is depressing but I bet you and Hange would most likely bond over developing or designing weapons or devices for the Survey Corps

(personally, I believe that they would most likely be a physics teacher in modern au since most of their inventions use physics)

This teacher reminds me of Hange so much

Astronomy

if you're an astronomy nerd,

Hange still teases you about the day you met because your conversation starter is what is your favorite star

they adore you and even tell you their favorite constellation

probably gave you one of those glowing circular glass lamps with the solar system inside for valentine's day

romantic stargazing :D

and planetarium dates!

they love hanging out in your room because you can talk for hours while gazing at glow-in-the-dark astronomy stickers on your ceiling

you have matching astronomical sphere ball necklaces (probably have both of your initials too)

you share an astronomy playlist (could just be music or podcasts)

(self-indulgent but I think they would enjoy StarTalk and SciShow Space marathon with you)

they have this cute habit of giving you star-shaped food or any object that happens to be star-shaped ("this reminded me of you :D" they'll say)

your space movies watchlist will be playing on movie nights, Hange will also share a sci-fi movie list with you in return

they'll surprise you with intriguing astronomy questions and your heart leaps because you know they've been paying attention whenever you talk about your interests

I'm pretty sure Hange would also enjoy watching Rick and Morty, Futurama, The Big Bang Theory, Fullmetal Alchemist and such with you, especially in their downtime. Aside from science documentaries, that is.

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crucifiedramblings · 2 months

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Fool Me Once — Dr. Gregory House x F!Reader (Part I)

Hello! This is my first Gregory House fic, I've been truly obsessed with this old man recently. No warnings for this chapter (edit: mention of pill abuse), but I will list full work warnings below.

Word Count: 789

Content Warnings: Angst, implied/referenced drug use & addiction, eventual smut, swearing, graphic depictions of medical gore

Next Part: N/A

The pills hadn’t been in House’s system for a few days— he would have to rebuild his Vicodin tolerance again. Nothing like a “V-Break” to get the same hazy punch as before— the name could use some work, though. House lazily looked at you through heavily-lidded eyes, his head dipping to the side to look at his own vitals on the small monitor to the right of his bedside.

You had only been on House’s diagnostic team for a few days when he collapsed in the middle of a briefing. His toxicity screen showed a spike in narcotic levels, and you flushed his system while he was out. He argued that it was doing more harm than good, but you replaced the chemical with comfort medications until he had clean blood. Once it ran clear, and he was no longer dying— you practically spoon-fed his Vicodin right to him.

Maybe it was the sympathy— no, empathy— of being a former addict. Maybe it was the fact that you hated seeing House detoxing. Maybe it was because you knew how sick he must have felt. Whatever it was— it triumphed over any nobility you held as a doctor as you placed three white pills into House’s shaking hands with a reassuring smile.

House looked at you with an almost frazzled gaze, dry-swallowing the pills as if you were going to snatch them away if he took too long. You sat on a stool by House’s side, holding a small styrofoam cup’s straw to his lips. He gratefully sipped, a soft whistling coming from the lid as House greedily gulped down the frigid water. He gave you a nod, as if to say ‘thank you’ without the words ever leaving his mouth. You only nodded in response.

House asked for your name, a raspy request given between sips and wheezes. You gave it to him, although skeptical he didn’t know the name of the newest hire on his team— House was a very thorough man in his decisions. He gave you a lazy grin, giggling to himself and eventually drifting off. At least the pills did what you hoped, giving House some much-needed rest. He looked so much more peaceful like that— no longer sporting a leaping forehead vein, teeth no longer bared— he looked at ease. Like he wasn’t in any pain.

After several torturous hours— the ones that bled into days, which crashed down into weeks— House was cleared to return to work . . . although he technically never left, and was sure to remind everyone of such knowledge. He walked circles around his bed with a newfound vigor, having just replenished his fix for the morning. House’s limp was barely noticeable when he first dosed, and you were consistent in tracking how his decreased mobility affected his mood by the end of the day.

The truth was, you were used to House— but you were not accustomed to sober House— the version of himself that he hid away until he could take time off work. The persona that House barely allowed to see the light of day if unnecessary. The facade that reminded House too much of his father in a certain light.

You didn’t blame him— you used to be the same way— although he didn’t know that much from your file. He treated you like some brown-nosing geek, saving his life to look good in front of the new boss. House didn’t understand why someone would fight so hard to save him, and then hand him the pills that almost killed him in the same breath. You didn’t quite understand it either— maybe it was the words Wilson muttered by House’s bedside when he was still in a perpetual coma.

“I can’t lose you yet— fight it.”

Maybe it was the pang of hurt you felt at the sight of him when he awoke— dripping with sweat, pale, scratching at his own intravenous drip to make himself feel something other than the pounding of his head and the bile in his belly. Whatever it was— the semblance spoke to you well enough to place his own killer into his discolored palms.

It was worth it, the way House’s gaze lit up— he angled his head to the ceiling tiles and hastily, shakily swallowed the pills without any consideration. You almost took pity on him— that was, until he commented on your bust in your top. You smacked him with his own file, grateful to have the version of House you had come to know up and running again— regardless of how annoying that version may be. Your help remained unspoken, but in the following weeks, some distant glances and singled-out tasks would bring any tension to a head.

#gregory house #gregory house x reader #slow burn #house md

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kadextra · 11 months

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The Eggs

A lore overview & theory longpost :]

Let's start with a recap. The eggs were given by the Federation to the island residents to care for. A backstory was also given by Pato, saying the eggs were left behind by a dragon mother who flew off after the wall explosion. An egg has 2 lives, if it dies you get punished, if it's alive and happy you get a prize. But nobody really cares about a prize anymore, all the parents love their eggs sooo much that just being together with them is a prize. The eggs have developed unique, endearing personalities and have become a central part of the narrative in such a massive way that it'd take hours to describe. Some sadly passed on, and more eggs have joined the cast as new players arrived.

The Code Entity

A strange entity made of binary code began to hunt down the eggs, viciously attacking and bringing them all down to one life. The reason why is still unknown, but it seems to want the residents to leave the island. I'll make a separate lore post about this guy eventually, there's a lot to say theory-wise and a lot we still don't know about it.

The Strange Cracks

At one point, all the eggs were kidnapped from their homes in the night. The announcement of their return said they would be given back "unharmed" but they returned with odd cracks in them, as if they were injured. The eggs all acted unusually scared and extra fragile after the incident, and couldn't wear armor without pain. They slowly regained their confidence after a few days and went back to normal, along with a eggstatistics change saying they've "matured."

The Heaven Meetings

When an egg dies, the Federation gives the parents 5-10 minutes to say farewells in a white room. It's always really wholesome and emotional to watch. But lots of questions can be raised about how the Federation seem to have the power to revive an egg from the dead in the first place. If they can do it for 10 minutes, why can't they just... revive them permanently? q!Max asked his egg son Trump why he couldn't just leave during his meeting, and got answers alluding that the egg was trapped there. That "they" are too powerful, so he can't leave. What's really going on here? Are the dead eggs even dead?

Case of Richarlyson

The Brazilians noticed that their egg, Richarlyson had one smaller leg compared to the rest, as if he was underdeveloped. And strangely, he also had a weird substance left on him (visually shown as a slimeball) which they thought could be part of the mother dragon's placenta. q!Cellbit gave the sample to supercomputer SOFIA to analyze, the results being given a few days later. Turns out, the substance's composition had zero traces of DNA, it wasn't even biological. Instead, it was found to be some type of chemical preservation fluid... meaning Richarlyson was in some kind of stasis/storage before being given to the Brazilians, and rushed out at such short notice he couldn't even be cleaned off in time.

The Pomme DNA Test

A sample of the newest & youngest egg's DNA, Pomme, was given to SOFIA to analyze. The genetic results were:

65% Oxygen, 18% Carbon, 10% Hydrogen, 3% Nitrogen, 1.5% Calcium, 1% Phosphorus, Potassium, Sulfur, Sodium, Chlorine, Magnesium. These results are normal for a biological composition of a living creature. However, there were also traces of "unusual elements" in the DNA....

Silicon, Gold, Cobalt, Copper, Palladium, Cadmium, Bismuth, Uranium.

Silicon is used for making alloys.

Gold is a valuable metal.

Copper is a metal used as an electric conductor.

Palladium is a rare metal, also used for electronics.

Cadmium is a heavy metal used to make batteries and it's also toxic.

Bismuth is a crystalline metal again used for electronic appliances.

Uranium is literally radioactive and used for nuclear power.

HUH? These elements and metals are totally unnatural to find traces of in a living creature. edit: this is wrong, these elements and metals are common to find traces of in a living creature. However, SOFIA said they are unusual in the eggs. What does this mean..?

Connections

What if I told you there is a certain type of egg where it's normal to find metals all over?

Fabergé eggs.

Fabergé eggs are valuable decorative eggs made with crystals and rare metals like gold. And it just so happens that as a lead-up to the QSMP, Quackity Studios released a teaser image, with morse code inside leading to a document where many suspicious letters, including this one was found:

This potential connection can't be ignored. Real Fabergé eggs obviously aren't alive like our little eggs, but it's entirely possible that thanks to the traces of metals in their composition, the name is being used as a codeword to refer to them.

All of these things considered, don't forget that the eggs are still living creatures. The "unusual" parts in the genetic makeup are very few compared to oxygen, carbon, calcium, etc. Most of the weird ones do happen to relate to electronics and machines, but if anything, it's likely that the eggs could be cyborgs - a biological organism that's just enhanced with technological parts.

It's becoming more and more evident that the "dragon mother" story is a load of hogwash. The eggs might've been developed in a lab, and transported to the island by the Federation. Whatever intentions or experiment they have running, we don't know... but these poor eggs have no idea about any of this. They are innocent and being used.

They just existed one day, got adopted and began to know love. And no matter what happens, no matter what they really are, dragons or not, we and the parents will continue to love them <3

#qsmp #qsmp analysis #qsmp theory #text post #long post #qsmp federation #qsmp eggs

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Period Products 101

There isn't much sex education in the US and Canada, so here's some information on period products.

I'm going over the common disposable and reusable period products, how to use them safely, what is most accessible for people with disabilities, if they can be used with an IUD, and if you can have sex with them in.

Pads and Tampons

Pads are a disposable period product placed on the underwear and worn outside the body. For boy-shorts and boxers, use pads without wings.

Tampons are a disposable period product inserted into the vagina to prevent blood from leaking outside the body. They are also safe to use in water and during physical activity.

Both tampons and pads can hold approximately 10-15 mL of fluid. Note that tampons should be worn to near saturation to prevent pain on removal. Pads and tampons can be safely worn for 4–8 hours. Be sure to always use pads and tampons made out of cotton and are fragrance-free.

Period Underwear

Period underwear is the reusable replacement to pads. It's functionally just another underwear you wear and can hold 20-40 mL of fluid. After use, rinse it out to remove the blood and throw it in the wash within 2 days. Aisle also has boxer options for people who prefer a more traditionally masculine style.

Period underwear can be worn for a full day safely, although some brands recommend replacing every 12 hours. They should last you upwards of 5 years.

Menstrual Cups and Discs

Menstrual cups and discs are the reusable alternative to tampons. Both can be worn safely in the water and during physical activity. PeriodNirvana has a quiz to help suggest the best cup or disc for you.

Menstrual cups are a small cup made of medical grade silicon that are inserted into the vagina and create a seal to prevent blood from exiting the vagina. They can hold approximately 30 mL of fluid.

Menstrual discs are a disc made of medical grade silicon that sits behind the vaginal fornix without creating a seal. They can hold approximately 50 mL of fluid.

To wear cups/discs safely, take it out and wash it every 10–12 hours using fragrance-free soap before re-insertion and boil your cup/disc once a month for about 5 minutes.

The product will come with a booklet explaining the insertion and removal process because it's a bit involved. Additionally, insertion or removal may get blood on your fingers. There should be no pain in the process.

Cups and discs last up to 10 years of use. If it's showing signs of degradation or falls into the toilet, replace it with a new one.

Toxic Shock Syndrome

Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS) is a very rare but also life-threatening case of bacteria entering the body and releasing toxins. It is very rare but using tampons, menstrual cups, and menstrual discs is associated with increased risk (sources: NLM, saalt). Use the products as directed on the instructions to prevent TSS. Set a timer to replace/wash if needed.

IUDs

Most research currently shows that using a menstrual cup, menstrual disc, or tampons will not increase your risk of IUD expulsion, which occurs in about 3-10% of IUD insertions. That said, I have seen papers claiming the opposite and that more research needs to be done.

Be sure to discuss with your gynecologist and if it's possible to cut your IUD string shorter. Reproductive rights are not protected in many places, and it might be safer to use a pad or period panties.

PFAs

PFAs are commonly called "forever chemicals" and are a type of chemical that will not break down in nature. They have been linked to several negative health effects, including cancer. Under the current EPA standard editions, PFAs are prohibited in certified products. If present as a contaminant, the level must be below 100 ppm. There currently isn't much conclusive research on how bad PFAs are when used outside the body by the vulva, so your best bet is sticking with the 100ppm limit.

When looking up period products, reference tests run by external labs to ensure that the research was conducted correctly. Menstrual cups and discs are classified as low to no risk of PFAs by the FDA because they are made of medical grade silicon.

Accessibility

Menstrual cups and discs are often not accessible to people with disabilities because they have to be folded and wiggled around. The Hello Disc is probably the most accessible option on the market because it has a pull tab. There are some insertion tools for menstrual cups, however these are not necessarily the easiest to use.

The most accessible options are period panties or pads, although usability of anything will vary from person to person.

Sex on your Period

Menstrual cups create a seal inside the vagina that will prevent blood from reaching the vulva, so you can have oral sex with a cup in. Menstrual discs tuck behind the cervix, so you can have sex where a penis or fingers enter the vagina.

Frankly, just put a towel down on the bed during light flow and just have sex. If having sex with someone with a penis, then make sure you're using a condom. Blood washes out.

Douching

Don't ever douche. This is so horribly bad for you. Periods are a bit gross, but it's just a normal bodily function. There's no need to fight it. Don't put this shit anywhere near your body.

#heres to hoping tumblr doesn't kill the post because of the links #i'm trying to keep this accessible by keeping it short and using the bold function but idk i hope it's not worse because of it #i could even make another post about periods idk #feminism #intersectional feminism #unded rambles

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Regarding the last chunin exam post, did Tori ever get her chakra poisoning fixed or by activating her seal it kinda worked itself out? Someone's gonna shit when they realize a genin managed to do all that stuff with chakra poisoning

love all your aus I deffo read this blog every morning like a newspaper

oh man i forgot i didn't post any of the parts where i did world building on what chakra poisoning even IS

basically the idea was "chakra poisoning" refers to a specific state in which a chemical compound fucks up chakra within the body (as opposed to this being induced by a jutsu, or various poisons which can affect the body's production/control of chakra but don't affect chakra itself). the result is that the body basically attempts to reject its own chakra, leading to a bunch of nasty physical side-effects. this means having more chakra actually works against you. having a more develop chakra system (like a ninja vs a civilian) also works against you because your cells are interacting with more chakra.

(there's only one known compound that can do this, and it's hard/expensive to make and doesn't store very long, which is why it's super uncommon)

tori wasn't exposed for long, doesn't have a ton of chakra, and scrambling her system puts in her a more civilian-like state. so she's not at 100% but it's not going to like.... kill her. i did edit the scene where kushina yeets her out of the tunnel to give her more physical side effects.

it's also a "if you manage to wait it out, you'll be fine" type of thing because the body is always making new chakra. kushina probably should not have just gotten up and done a bunch of stuff, but her body heals the damage it's been doing to itself extremely quickly, so like. she's, uh.... fine......?

the scene with the genin writing their report dragged on a bit as i lost scene, so i cut it, but eventually they were all going to stand up and abruptly realize they all actually need to go to the hospital. deidara is like, "okay itachi, now use your asshole personality to get us seen first in the ER--"

and yes tori's medic was going to be like: literally what's wrong with you?

(probably minato makes kushina pop in to see a medic too. i think she views herself as pretty invincible so she wouldn't go on her own, and he's not as freaked out as the alt version in toxicity because he sees her AFTER she's recovered some. but yes this would be a good idea)

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Meet the Doctor pt.5

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: It is Wednesday and Harvey is at the bar, little does he know that you have been there since the late afternoon.

Warnings: angst, drinking.

A/N: lightly inspired by the song, sometime around midnight by the airborne toxic event.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

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It was Wednesday evening and no appointments were scheduled until the weekend. Watering the plants and locking up the door, Harvey and Maru made their way over to the saloon. With the sun setting, the sky's colours reflected off the shop windows and…

The whole town was already inside the bar, Marnie was sitting in the corner, chatting happily by herself with Penny and Clint; the group didn't look to be going so well for Clint kept turning around in his chair to watch Emily work on serving out the everpiling drink orders. While Penny looked like she would rather be anywhere but here with her mom ruining the bank account again.

Harvey and Maru pushed forward looking for an empty table, eventually finding one at the back across from Willy and Robin who looked to be catching up with one another, smiling while throwing their heads back laughing. Maru caught Emily's attention as she headed to the back and ordered them a bottle of wine to share; Harvey ensured in the process that they would split the bill at the end of the night.

Glass full, face a bit flushed and Maru leaning against his side. She explained her newest inventions and discoveries to the Doctor while smiling at her brightest. Harvey nodded along, not fully understanding the vocabulary she was using yet doing his best to at least act interested on how fungus reacts to different chemical compounds.

As his eyes travelled away from his work companion and past checking up on Marnie's table, he saw you sitting at the bar. The stereo in the background started to play some melancholy city tune as he watched Elliot come sit beside you.

You looked radiant under the warm bar lights as you smiled at the man, you looked lighter from his attention. It had been a few days since Harvey had last seen you at his clinic, and his mind kept jumping to those moments since then. With a large part of himself hoping that you were doing the same and that he was not in the wrong of having his heart flutter a bit more that day.

Yet he sits there and watches as Elliot slips an arm around the back of your chair, swirling his wine glass with charm as he brings his own up to his lips. You laugh at his jokes, you look at his face and clothes with great interest as Maru begins to notice the Doctor's attention is no longer paying attention to her, the final bits of her sentence tailing off with a breath.

It suddenly became too quiet in the bar Harvey thinks, he can hear him flirting with you and yet he can’t do anything about it. You don’t know anything about one another, you had only met a few days ago yet here Harvey was hoping for something he never had to begin with. There was no reason for him to be feeling this way, yet his heart betrayed his head in a moment like this and he couldn't keep his eyes away.

The night continued on as Harvey picked back up a conversation with Maru, an act to distract his self-pity of not making a move earlier. You deserved to be happy, to be youthful and carefree, not to be sitting with your Doctor some late afternoon for tea and biscuits.

He watches Maru, how her eyes become wide while meeting his, how her white dress frames her form nicely and her choice in jewelry is simple yet elegant. She looks like she hadn't just worked for twelve hours straight in the ward and yet there was something about your muddy boots and torn jacket that had Harvey captivated.

Shaking his head in a hope to clear it from you once more. Maru made a joke while touching his forearm that rested upon the table, he chuckled in response, swirling the wine glass in hand as he watched the liquid flowy fall from the walls of the glass.

A chair then screeches against the worn hardwood floors, he catches the smell of earthy undertones and he sees you walking out the door in Elliots red jacket, conversation flowing as your horse follows out of sight through the window. His face falling sullen once more, Maru reaches towards his hand, Harvey had not realized she was still latching on to his forearm as she asks him, what's wrong? Harvey replies that it's nothing and asks about the mushrooms once more, Maru excitedly continues on from before as Harvey pours the rest out of the bottle between their glasses.

Night carries into early morning as the streetlamps frame the dirt roads, Harvey is walking Maru back home, her feet wobbling slightly as she flirts absentmindedly with him up to the front door. He ends up carrying the young lady up the stairs and into her room, the Doctor worried about her falling and cracking her head open against the metal railing.

Maru passes out as soon as she hits the covers, Harvey takes off her shoes and makes sure she has a full glass of water on the bedside as he softly closes the bedroom door and heads back out into the night and back to his small apartment.

Once entering the silent room, he starts a record as he falls onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling fan as it picks up speed, slightly shaking the ceiling in the process. He tries his best not to think of you and Elliot, back at your place, settling in for the night. You had both met around the same time, yet how did Elliot have the confidence to act so much grander than he did? When would his confidence come? When was the question that followed Harvey around his room, around his head and into his sleep.

To be continued.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

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Love At First Bite

October 18th: Vampire!Eddie

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Waking up in a strange Facility leaves you with many questions

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) blood, violence,

A/N: Vampires baby! This is Part 1 of 2. I’ll be adding a smut chapter tomorrow.

Credit to @moonlightsolo for the vampire edit of Eddie

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You let out a pained groan as you peel your eyes open but the harsh fluorescent light causes you to immediately snap them shut.

What happened?

As your mind starts to clear of the fog of unconsciousness you realise that you’re currently laying on a very uncomfortable floor. You heave out a sigh as you roll onto your side and sit up, instantly grabbing your head as a sharp pain throbs through your temples.

You take a deep breath as you try to remember what happened last night.

It was the weekend so you decided to go out with some work friends to unwind.

There was some drinking involved.

You honestly didn’t want to go but you’d just moved to the area and didn’t want to be impolite.

A few months prior an old friend from school sent you a link to a small town where the housing was cheap and the pay rate was high, to say you were skeptical would be an understatement. This place seemed like a dream come true, so what was the catch?

Well, according to some research, back in the 80s there was a neighbouring town, Hawkins, where a number of strange incidents happened, ranging from missing kids, chemical leaks, Russian spies and even cult stuff. In March of 86’ there was an earthquake that split the town and big clouds of ash and sulphuric gases spewed out like an active volcano.

Because the air was toxic, and due to the earthquake, more people died or went missing never to be found again so they forced an evacuation. Kind of like Chernobyl, most people couldn’t even collect their most precious items before they were being escorted out.

The U.S government built a large steel wall to fence in Hawkins, apparently months after the event people would try to sneak in and would inevitably never be seen again. They have a 24/7 U.S military surveillance and, according to some conspiracy sites, a private military group that monitor the fence line.

You thought it all seemed a bit much, it’s almost been forty years for Christ sake, but people were stupid and it technically didn’t effect you so it wasn’t really your issue.

When you were travelling to the small town the roads were barren and in bad shape, you were also shocked to see the large black plume of smoke that towers into the sky. Sure you’d seen pictures but seeing it in person was much more alarming.

According to some ‘survivor stories’ the smoke was so thick it was like constant night in Hawkins.

You found a few Reddit subs about conspiracies and there was a user who posted a lot in the different groups, ‘HawkinsHero86’, they posted stories about growing up in Hawkins.

You ended up reading a lot of their entries but had to stop because you were freaking yourself out. It started like fun stories but then it went into nightmare territory — creatures with no faces, teens being turned into pretzels, cult leaders, kids with superpowers, the creepy list was endless.

You closed the browser and for a few weeks you forgot all about Hawkins and the creatures that came from the lab, but your friend sent you a link to a job opening and you snatched it right up.

You surmised that the reason housing was cheap and pay was high was because of the negativity that’s spurred from all the rumours but you weren’t going to let it ruin an opportunity for a fresh beginning for you. Living expenses were high in the city so if you buckled down and saved your money from this new job you could pave your way to a brighter future.

After a few weeks of being in the small town you’d learnt a lot. First of all: the job you had was mundane, secondly: there’s a large facility between this town and Hawkins that constantly monitors the hell scape around the clock and thirdly: the locals were very… weird.

It was hard to make friends with the locals, and you haven’t really, the friends you made at work were all out of towners like yourself who were lured in by money. The locals were standoffish and only talked to you if they really had to and even then it was one worded replies.

The building you were staying in was payed by the company you work for, you found it odd that a job where all you do is the bare minimum would pay for your housing. You work at the local hospital as a lunch lady. Everyone in the apartment building had similar minor jobs like your own, cleaning, cooking etc. it was strange but you didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Not even when you were driving home one night and got lost, you came across a large fenced off field that was filled with hundreds of cars. Some old some new, considering there’s maybe two hundred locals in the town this came off as a red flag but maybe because you’re young and stupid or maybe it’s because it all felt unreal to you but for some reason you believed nothing bad was going to happen and stuff like this only happens in the movies.

That’s why you ignored the warnings of “don’t stay out too late, you never know what wild things run about at night,” or the looks of pity and emptiness on the locals faces, you were only going to be here for a short while anyway.

Now that’s you’re sitting in a white tiled room you’re filled with regret for not listening to your gut.

The room was small and empty, there was a mirror that took up a majority of one of the walls, and you suspect in was two ways, with a camera in the corner. You slid back until your body made contact with the wall and observed the tiny prison.

After a few minutes there was a unpleasant crackling that filled the room followed by a mysterious voice.

“Ah, you’re awake?” You bite back the urge to reply with sarcasm, there’s a beat of silence as they wait for your reply but when they realise none is coming the continue on, “I’m sure you’re very confused, we hope to clear things up very soon we just require a bit more time,” the voice is sickly sweet, “please bare with us.”

The crackling ceases and and you’re once again left in silence as you wait. You want to bang on the door and mirror and scream to be let out but you doubt that would do anything other then exhaust your energy.

You’re not sure how much time passed before two men entered the room, fully dressed in white and wearing matching scowls. You stand up instantly but stay rooted to the floor.

“Come here,” the one of the left orders you, his voice gruff. You clench your jaw and stand straighter.

If they want you they have to come and get you.

The one who spoke lets out a sigh of annoyance, not happy with your defiance, as the other man stalks towards you.

The small bit of bravery you felt earlier instantly dissipates as the large orderly towers over you, not quick enough to fight back you’re grabbed and dragged from the room.

The walk through building is slightly disorienting, there’s so many twists and turns and everything looks the same, you’re honestly surprised these men know where they’re going.

You arrive at a set of double doors, after a keycard is scanned you’re hauled into a large room with other people — prisoners?

You’re quick to realise the prisoners are all the people from your apartment complex, you furrow your forehead in confusion as you stand idle in the middle of the room. At least nine others reside in the room with you.

You go to walk over to one of the people, Tori, you’ve gotten closest with but before you can a man wearing a three piece suit in a lab coat enters the room, followed by a few armed orderlies.

You instinctively step back toward the farthest wall and try to make yourself look as small as possible, unfortunately there’s a few male prisoners who try to act tough and end up getting a knock to the nose from the butt of the gun.

“Let’s not erupt into chaos,” the voice from the doctor (?) matches the one from the intercom. “My name is Doctor Yuri and I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re hear.”

There’s a few scoffs from around the room from the more braver captives and Dr. Yuri smirks at their response.

“36 years ago there was an incident in Hawkins,” he starts to explain, “you see, our reality is not the only one out there.”

You scrunch up your face in confusion and a quick glance around the room shows you’re not the only one confused.

“There is a reality right next to ours, it’s been affectionately dubbed ‘The Upside Down’,” he continues, still not making much sense, “this reality mirrors our own almost completely except for a few minor details.”

He takes a long pause as everyone, including yourself, waits impatiently for him to continue.

“In this reality instead of people there are monsters, it’s dark and cold and twisted’,” he goes quiet for a few seconds, “there were those who tried to stop the incident and those who tried to continue so they could study it, unfortunately both were not prepared for what was on the other side… Pure evil.”

Your mind is spinning with the information and you can’t help but notice that a few things sound familiar to what the Reddit user was saying.

“After a great battle on both sides unfortunately ‘The Upside Down’ won. It claimed Hawkins and a lot of the citizens but for the brave few that tried to fight against them they were met with a fate worse then death,”… “they became monsters themselves.”

The room is silent as you all try to comprehend the situation. This all seems like a plot to a poorly written story not real life.

“We’re not sure exactly what happened after Hawkins was lost but we know the monsters are strong,” Dr. Yuri looks pensive for a moment and before he continues he’s interrupted.

“Why not just bomb them?”

“Yeah, or send the army in?”

Dr. Yuri looks annoyed, “do you really think we’ve not tried that!” He snaps, “it only makes them stronger, the vines feed from the energy of the weapons and that causes them to grow and the soldiers, well, the soldiers feed the monsters.”

The explanation causes the room to fall silent once again.

“We’ve struck a deal of sorts with them,“ Dr. Yuri’s voice is quiet, “if we provide them with… certain things they will not become a threat to us.”

You nervously chew on your fingernails, the more he speaks the less sense he makes but the gist you’re getting from this is: you’re gonna die today.

“W-what ‘things’?” Someone braver then you asks.

“I believe you all know,” Yuri speaks, he sounds slightly guilty.

Once the information is processed in everyone’s minds the room erupts into chaos. Screaming and cursing from both sides as the prisoners try to rush the guards or escape the room.

You sink to the floor and crawl along the sides of the room towards the exit, praying that due to the scuffle you may pass unnoticed. You let out a gasp as a someone falls next to you, their body convulsing as 1,200 volts of electricity shocks through them and leaves them incapacitated.

You watch as others fall to the same fate and before you can get close you feel a hot sting begin to pulse through your veins as you fall back onto the cold floor while volts of electricity shock you into submission.

It takes probably half an hour and a handful more of taser ‘demonstrations’ before the prisoners give up the fight. You admit after the first shock you didn’t put up an fight after that.

“Think of this as helping your fellow man,” Dr. Yuri says when the room has calmed down, “your sacrifice is for a noble cause.”

With those final words he leaves the room and more armed guards come in, though this time instead of using their tasers they hold full automatic weapons in their hands.

You tense as everyone is rounded up like cattle and marched back through the confusing halls of the facility, you’re then lead to an large elevator that takes you deep underground.

You’re all forced out into a long, dark, cement corridor that seems endless, before anyone can ask what’s going on the doors shut on the elevator and several sci-fi looking iron doors close over the opening. There’s no possible way to access the elevator or the shaft from this end.

The only way forward is through the tunnel.

Every one stands in place and looks around the area in confusion before Dr. Yuri can be heard over the intercom, “you must leave the tunnel, if you don’t the guards will come back down and they will force you to vacate.”

You walk like zombies onward, everyone too afraid to speak. It all seems unbelievable, it doesn’t make sense. You heard stories about rich people hunting the poor for sport and that’s exactly what this feels like.

Your head spins with the array of information forced upon you in such a small amount of time. You wrap your arms around your chest, the chilly air of the tunnel causing goosebumps to rise under your thin sweater, the cries and sniffles of the others reverberate off the cement walls only serving to add to the misery. You feel as though you’re walking to the electric chair, and in someways you were.

After walking, for what feels like forever, you come across a metal door, once opened it reveals a narrow staircase that’s only wide enough for everyone to walk in single file.

No one wants to be first, you all stand there for a few seconds waiting for someone to be brave and take the lead but no one does.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath deciding to just do it, waiting for death seems more painful then what’s to come.

You ascend the metal staircase, cringing every time your step causes the steel to creak and after several long minutes you finally reach the top.

The landing is enough for a few of you to huddle together and you wait for the others to join you, most of them seem content on dragging their feet.

When everyone has gathered by the top of the stairs you turn towards the door, a fresh wave of terror and dread crashes through your body and gathering by the postures and facial expressions on the groups face you know you’re not the only one feeling it.

You reach forward and pull down the thin metal door handle and wince as the it makes a loud, almost ear piercing, squeak that carry’s out amongst the trees. When you step over the threshold, away from the small comfort that the tunnel provided, you quickly survey the area.

The exit from the tunnel looks like a small cement outhouse and it’s surrounded by forest on all sides. The woods are dark and there’s a multitude of strange noises bouncing off the trees making it seem like you’re surrounded, and for all you know you are.

You let out a gasp and step back as a dark figure runs through the shadows, so quick it couldn’t possibly be human, but so large it couldn’t possible be an animal.

“What? What was it!” Someone harshly whispers from behind you.

“S-something is out there,” you point to the area where you saw the figure run to as your eyes dart all around.

You hear some cursing and will yourself to calm down. This won’t be so bad if you keep a level head about you.

Unfortunately there’s not enough time to calm down because seconds later a blood curdling scream is heard from behind you and when you whip around you see a large pale creature on top of one of the men and is mauling his neck.

Everyone, including yourself, scatters into different directions into the woods. You feel a pang of guilt over leaving someone behind to die but as of the moment your mind can barely comprehend what exactly it was you just saw.

You keep running in hopes of reaching a road or a town so you can hide but so far it’s just more woods. You run until your lungs start to burn and your thighs are chafing but the image of the monster back there fuels your adrenaline.

You skid to an immediate halt when you’re met with a literal crossroads, you kneel down and crouch behind a log as you clutch your chest from exhaustion. You were no athlete.

You can hear blood in your ears and as sweat trickles down your forehead and you fight to level your breathing.

The left path is dark, really dark, the vines are more twisted and gnarled and there’s a soft fog rising from the floor of the woods.

The right path however is less dark and less… vine-y but now that your breathing has calmed down you can hear a deep growling coming from the path, if you squint you can just see two very sharp, very bright, very large, gold glowing eyes behind the tree line.

Your hands are now shaking against your chest as you struggle to pick the lesser of two evils.

The booming howl that cuts through the, otherwise hauntingly silent, night makes your decision for you and you stand on wobbly legs and push on towards the left path.

You grab a stick from the forest floor and grip it tight in your hands as you slowly walk down the twisted path, the deeper you go the more the trail disappears. It reminds you of when you read The Hobbit as a kid and The Company entered Mirkwood:

“Stick to the forest-track, keep your spirits up, hope for the best, and with a tremendous slice of luck you may come out one day…”

“Just stick to the path,” you mumble, the eery silence starting to get to you, “well, more like a worn trail,” you muse as you step over a log encased in vines, “don’t wander off because if I get attacked by giant spiders I doubt there will be elves around to save me.” You grip the branch harder as you let out a nervous laugh.

A light chuckle sounds in your ear and you spin around in alarm at the soft airy sound but are met with empty darkness.

It was so soft that it could’ve just been some of the creepy chirps carrying through the fog but the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on edge and at this point you’re positive you’re never going to be able to get rid of the goosebumps.

You take one last nervous look around before turning in the direction you think you were going. The ‘path’ has all but faded, you could probably see more if you had a torch. You start waking forward, was it this was? Maybe it was more that way? Christ, these trees all look the same and that damn fog is not helping.

Another chuckle wafts through the barely there breeze, sounding awfully amused at the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“~this way~” you snap your head to the direction to your left were the voice came from and let out an small whimper.

The fog starts to clear away slightly indicating that someone — something — wants you to go that way.

No thanks.

You back away slowly from the… invitation? and quickly walk in the opposite direction.

“~you’re no fun~” the voice whines.

Whines?

You ignore the tormenting voice and continue on at a brisk pace, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes when they huff.

A loud crack comes from behind you and turn in the direction. Your blood runs cold as you see in the distance one of those pale things stalking about.

Was it looking for you? Has it seen you? What the fuck should you do?

“yes — yes — and run,” the voice is directly in your ear now but you don’t turn to investigate. The creature lets out a deafening screech before rushing towards you.

You let out a shriek of your own before spinning on your heels and hauling ass right out of there.

“Toss the stick,” the voice isn’t as airy anymore, and instead of hearing it all around you hear it in your head? “Do it!”

You chuck the stick aside and push forward to add some distance between you and it.

“Turn left here!” Once again you feel like you’re choosing the lesser of two evils as you allow the voice in your head to direct you through the nightmare forest.

Eventually you come barrelling out of the tree line to a decrepit street and at the end is a large, albeit, run down, house.

“Keep going, you’re almost there!”

You scurry to the only house on the street as you hear the thing bearing down on you, you’re just meters away from the staircase, leading up to the porch, when a burning, white hot, pain tears through your shoulder.

You cry out as you fall forward, gagging at the sight of blood gushing from your shoulder onto the road in front of you.

The smell of iron hits your tastebuds and it makes you sob. You crawl towards the house as the thing stalks your cowering form, whimpering as it snarls at you.

You can feel the fight starting to drain from your body, the pain in your shoulder is fading away as darkness starts to cloud your eyes and mind. At least if you bleed out you won’t have to watch it tear you apart.

You collapse flat against the road as your vision starts to go hazy, the last thing you hear is a loud, deep sound as black boots make their way into your line of site and then nothing.

-x-

Eddie curses as he watches the Demogorgon bear down on you, his face scrunches up in anger as it claws at your back and you let out a heartbreaking scream.

He opens the window and runs across the roof before jumping onto the wet grass. As he makes his way down the road, noting how close you came, the creature steps away.

He feels something stirring in his chest. Something his hasn’t felt for a long time as he watches you try your hardest to crawl away.

Perhaps it’s pity? It feels a bit like pity.

Eddie lets out a dark growl from deep in his chest and the creature starts to slowly retreat back into the forest, smart enough to know it wouldn’t win a fight against him.

He scoops you up in his arms, nostrils flaring when the sweet smell of your blood hits his nose. With all the recent hubbub he completely looked over the scent.

He holds you closer to his chest, listening to your slowing heartbeat, as he races back to his home. He takes you into the living room and rests you gently on the couch before kneeling by your head and shrugging off his leather jacket.

He brings his wrist to his lips and tears into the skin, he has an advanced healing factor so he’s gotta be quick, before pressing his arm to face.

He uses his spare hand to open your lips and begins to clench and unclench his wrist so blood will trickle into your mouth.

He has to repeat the process a few times but after twenty minutes your heart rate has picked back up to average speed and your breathing is back to normal. He lifts you gently and checks the injury noting all that remains are three long jagged scars.

As you sleep relatively peacefully on his couch he takes the moment to observe you.

He didn’t plan on partaking in this event. He didn’t need to. A common misconception on vampires is that they need to drink regularly, when in fact the digestive system is more like a snakes. Drinking an adult human dry could last him a good six months or more. Seeing as his organs technically no longer function he wouldn’t gain an appetite as quickly as the others do.

But that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy the hunt, he loves going out there and terrorising people even more then Robin does but lately he’s been missing… something.

He could hear your thinking from miles away — literally — he tried to block it out but your voice was so delicate it lured him in. Then he heard you quoting The Hobbit and he was full blown invested.

With your focus elsewhere it was easy to slink into the dark recesses of your mind, he was gonna do some digging so he can freak you out and entertain himself but listening to you mumble about elves amused him.

He didn’t mean to chuckle, and honestly it doesn’t really matter cause mortals could very rarely hear him, but you reacted to it and that peaked his interest.

The path he laid out for you would have lead you straight into his backyard but you decided to be difficult.

Either way, you’re here now.

And he’s not planning on letting you go.

-x-

You awaken with a sharp yelp, the painful nightmare forcing you to wake as you sit up instantly from the bed.

…

Wait bed?

You slap the soft comforter under your hands a few times and take in the image of the room.

There’s a few candles around the room emitting a soft glow and if your weren’t in a terrifying hellscape it would even seem pretty.

Memories of the previous night — was it last night? How long have you been sleeping? — come swarming back into your mind and you abruptly reach up and touch your shoulder.

It’s a bit tender but not sore… and the shirt isn’t ripped.. hang on a second, this isn’t my shirt!

You look at the upside down scrawling of ‘Def Leppard’ across your chest as you try and add two and two together.

“It’s my shirt,” a deep chuckle comes from the entryway.

You let out a girlish shout and jump to the other side of the mattress.

“Who ar—“

“I’m Eddie, you’re in The UpsideDown and no I’m not going to hurt you.” He answers your questions with a smug smirk.

What the fuc—

“Language, princess!” He playfully scolds as he steps forward.

“So you can read my thought?” You ask plainly.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Huh,” you slump forward and look at the comforter.

“‘Huh’? That’s all I get is a ‘huh’?” He huffs out a laugh.

“I just got attacked by a faceless demon,” you slowly speak before shrugging, “I guess anything is possible.”

Eddie nods and inwardly lets out a sigh, he’s never kept a — prisoner? captive? — person like this before so he wasn’t sure if he’d have to spell out the situation. He’s glad he doesn’t.

“So,” you let out a sigh, “what are you?”

“Vampire.” He states.

“‘Vampire,’” you suck air through your teeth as you repeat the word over, “Eddie… The Vampire.”

“Not a very vampire-y name, I know,” he laughs.

“Count Eddie?” You offer, fighting down the beginnings of a smile.

“No no,” he huffs playfully, “just ‘Eddie’.”

You nod your head as you take in some smaller details of the room, the bed was large and the covers were black with splashes of red patterns across it, from what you could see in the dark the canopy that hung over the bed matched the comforter but had lace around the trim.

There was an old dresser and closet and two windows, one straight ahead of the bed at the end of the room and one to the right.

You slowly stood and walked over to the window next to the bed, it faced out towards the road and you let out a shuddered breath when you see the creature near the house.

But to your surprise the beast doesn’t step foot on the property line, it stays at the edge and lets out screeches and growls as it stalks back and forth like a rabid dog.

You watch as several other creatures, some on four legs and others standing on two, come into view and gather around the area.

Are you safe in here?

“They won’t come in,” Eddie answers your silent question, “not if they know what’s good for them.”

“How did you heal my shoulder?” You turn to the curly haired boy, who looked to be around the same age as you.

“Used my blood,” he explains.

You scrunch up your nose in disgust making him laugh, “how?”

“I put it in your mouth and you drank it down,” he grins and you let out a long ‘eewww!’ “You seemed to enjoy it,” he shrugs with a chuckle.

“Does that mean I’m a vampire?” You ask, not sure how to feel about that.

He lets out a full belly laugh now, which is quite honestly a little insulting, before gasping out a “no, of course not!”

“I don’t think my question warranted that reaction,” you scowl.

“My blood can heal wounds depending on the damage,” he begins, ignoring your remark, “but to turn someone: I first would have to drink from them, they would have to drink from me and then I’d have to kill them.” He shrugs like it’s that simple.

“You’d have to kill them?” You scoff with a look of shock.

“Well I don’t have to,” he exaggerates his head movements, “they can kill themselves — the point is they have to die with my blood in their body.”

“Ah,” is all you say before walking towards the bed.

You sit in silence as you pick at a loose thread on the red and black plaid pyjamas.

“So, what now?” You ask.

“You can’t leave,” his voice is soft, the playfulness gone.

“Why?” You bite your lip, three simple words managing to crack your heart as tears sting your eyes.

“You just can’t,” his voice is a little firmer, “there’s no way out that wouldn’t cause a rift through the “agreement” we have going.”

You nod your head with a defeated sigh, “so I’m to waste away here until you get bored of me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have phrased it quite like that, no.” The lighthearted tone returning to his voice.

“Are my friends—“ you hope he hears the rest of your question and doesn’t make you say it.

“Yeah,” he gives a solemn nod.

-x-

Eddie watches as your face falls and your mind starts to fill with questions and misery, it makes he want to reach over and and scoop you into his arms.

Sure he's kept some his prey alive in the past, a guy gets lonely, usually after a week the sex gets boring and the blood tastes stale so he drinks them dry before tossing their bodies out to the Demogorgons.

But ever since he was made aware of your presence he’s felt a tug, at first it felt like pity and some of it was but it’s more warm.

Eddie hasn’t felt warm in a long, long time.

“Are you the only humanoid in the area?” Your voice shocks him but he smiles at the softness of it.

“No,” he shakes his head, “there’s a group of us.”

“Vampires?” Your curious eyes meet his and he can’t help but fall deep into your gaze.

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “just me.”

You nod at his words but don’t turn away from his face and he feels the urge to elaborate.

“So, there’s Steve; he’s a werewolf,” he watches your face scrunch up into a cute expression but you remain quiet so he can continue, “Nancy is a Succubus,” he winks and inwardly preens when you crack a small smile, “and Robin is a Siren.”

By the end of his explanation you’re staring at the comforter with a far away look in your eye, when he peers into your mind there’s nothing but silence.

And that actually freaks Eddie out. He’s used to silence. He’s spent years in silence. He loves silence.

Or he did, but since being graced with your voice he realises that he never wants to hear silence again.

“Hey,” his hopes it comes out more gentle then a little panicked, “you still with me?” His chuckle is nervous.

“I’m here,” your voice sounds distant and it scares him.

He places his hand on yours and your eyes instantly snap them, he bites back a groan at the warmth from your skin. It’s practically burning up his arm but in the best way.

“Are you hungry?”

You look at his face and he notices immediately how your eyes have returned to their previous tenderness.

“Real food?” Your tone is skeptical and he scoffs with playful eye roll.

“F’course!” He grins and you stand from the bed, his smile drops instantly at the loss of heat but he snaps himself out of it when you walk around the frame.

-x-

He leads you down the large hallway to the winding staircase and brings you to the spacious kitchen before flicking on the lights.

You squint as the harsh light pierces your eyes and you flip Eddie off as he laughs at your discomfort.

“I didn’t realise you had power,” you rub your eyes.

“We’re not barbarians,” he shrugs and opens the cupboard.

You look around and notice how normal the kitchen, hell the whole house, looks. If it wasn’t for the view of the desolate dystopian landscape out the window you could convince yourself this was normal.

“You have food?” You ask as you eye cans and packets of things lining the shelves. You’re hit with a seriously?’ look and you throw up your hands, “what? You’re a vampire! Can you even eat food?”

“It does nothing for me ‘digestive’ wise, but I still enjoy the taste of things,” he explains.

This guy acting like I’ve memorised the whole vampire encyclopaedia. you inwardly scoff.

Eddie throws the tin lid off the soup can in your direction, “don’t be rude!”

The smile on his face instantly gives away his ‘angry’ façade as he turns to place the soup on the stove.

“Hey, if you’re rifling through my head you’re bound to come across something you won’t like,” you argue in your defence.

“Impossible,” he said it quietly but you still heard and it causes a small smile to appear on your face.

Maybe this won’t be so bad?

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Sea Foam on Your Skin

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader

Summary: You’re haunted by the aching lament of a siren’s song. Jason is mourning the loss of his tail. The two of you find comfort in each other’s company.

Content warning: Siren AU, monsterfucking, Tentatodd, tentacles, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, body horror

Minors & Ageless blogs DO NOT interact!

There were two origins of sirens that have been passed down for years by the people of Gotham City.

They were beings as old as time, descendants of Atlantis whose magic had depleted with each generation until the only magic left in them was in their form and their song.

The other origin was that they were the by-product of pollution and toxic waste from Ace Chemicals. Poor workers often lived close to the facility and as the company grew, so did their exposure to the hazard chemicals. A lot of lonely men lived on company grounds, some that were mockingly called fishfuckers.

Your eyes bulged at the word, making you question if you were truly reading an academic article instead of some amateur piece on the internet. “Fishfuckers,” you snorted. You were certain that the author was pleased that that word made it through editing.

Sirens were the children of these men, mystical beings that were more beautiful in story than reality. But there was no way to confirm this as the story was only passed on by word of mouth, the article ended. You were certain that any records would have been destroyed as well lest that nickname haunt them and their families for years to come.

Most people, both sirens and humans, chose to accept the first account as their origin.

---

Jason couldn’t remember much of his life before his current state. He was an unwanted child, found on the edges of his underwater city, cradled in rotting seaweed and trash that had sunken down from the surface.

Thus as an orphan, he relied on stealing to survive, interacting more with shady humans than sirens. It served him well for most of his life until his early teens when he was eventually caught. He knew he could only survive like that for so long.

He should have known better than to steal Bruce Wayne’s prized black seahorse but it was practically asking to be stolen, tied to a crumbling spire of coral in the aptly named area known as Crime Trench, with no one else in sight. Jason knew it would go for a high price as well. Bruce was known for breeding them to be strong and fast.

It was only natural that he was caught as the reins were undone, the rope still fisted in his hands as his city’s law and order loomed over him.

The price to pay for stealing would be one lopped off hand. And for Bruce’s prized seahorse? Probably both.

But instead of taking a sword to either, the imposing siren took him in, letting out a low rumble of laughter that let out a series of bubbles as Jason eyed the dinner that was prepared just for him suspiciously.

Thus marked the beginning of Jason’s life of comfort. As Bruce’s ward and later adopted son, he was provided with opportunities he could never dream of having as a street urchin. Alfred, the butler, took to providing Jason with an education, often assigning stacks of novels to read, which he spent time pouring over until he had to borrow the bioluminescence of some algae.

A few times a week, he was given lessons on etiquette and business. Like his first son, Bruce was preparing Jason to watch over one of the many neighborhoods of their city as well as deal with any of the city’s politics. Despite the mystery that shrouded them, certain humans knew of the existence of sirens. Slowly over the years, Bruce introduced Jason to these individuals who were key to helping them live peacefully. But it seemed that Jason would get distracted by other humans whenever they went to the surface.

As grateful for Bruce and Alfred’s kindness as he was, Jason’s curiosity got the worst of him as the years went on. He’d been around humans before, oftentimes trading whatever he could scrape up in exchange for gold and food. But it seemed like after he turned of age, his curiosity towards humans turned sexual.

Sirens procreated similarly to fish with females laying eggs and males fertilizing them. Sexual pleasure was derived from kissing and touching the erogenous zones on their upper bodies.

Humans though were strikingly different. Their long legs helped balance them on land and propelled them through the water as they swam in the sea. At first it was scientific curiosity that made Jason wonder where their parts were. Where did the eggs come from? How would they get fertilized?

He found his eyes wandering towards their anatomy, later learning that their sexual organs lay between their legs from an old book that lay cast aside in Bruce’s library. Their parts were obscured by cloth whenever they swam in the ocean but if he looked underwater, he could make out the outlines of their shapes. There was usually flesh on their backside. Male-presenting humans had bulges that came in various sizes in the front. The females were smoother, making it harder to discern. It only made Jason more curious of what lay hidden beneath.

---

“He’s grown from a boy into a man,” Alfred said, writing off Jason’s behavior.

It wasn’t as if Jason’s performance at the latest meeting between the land councilmen and them went wrong. It actually went better than planned and he was proud of his son for securing a deal that they’ve been going back and forth on with negotiations.

No, he was just concerned about how much time he spent spying on the surface after these meetings. He saw the contents of the books he read too.

“It’s normal for a father to worry about his son.”

Alfred gave Bruce a look of disbelief.

“I believe you should worry about your own interest in a certain cat before you worry about your son’s interest in humans.”

---

Jason laid in his bed frustrated. The soft sands felt irritating to his skin. Even the finest seaweed that wrapped around him felt suffocating instead of luxurious, their light touches against his skin only lending to his frustration further.

Casting the seaweed aside, he ran his hands across his chest, trying to imagine what a human touch would feel like, how their lips would feel against his skin. He imagined what they would taste like, what kind of faces they would make as he kissed up from their feet to their legs, taking whatever was in-between them in his mouth.

Squeezing his pecs together, each hand latched on to a nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers before pinching and pulling them. He couldn’t even think of the prettiest siren if he tried, his thoughts focused on those damn humans and their fucking legs. He even had to go so far as shoving a fist in his mouth to muffle his moans as he pictured what they would like with their knees bent and tucked into their chest, how their legs would feel tossed onto his broad shoulders or wrapped around his waist.

As much as he grazed, pinched and prodded his sensitive spots, he couldn’t find the release he wanted, touching again and again to no relief.

If only he had legs and what lay between them.

---

While running an errand for Alfred, Jason bumped into a woman at the market. Helping her gather her things which had fallen, he couldn’t help but feel something familiar as he spoke to her.

Before he got the chance to ask if they knew each other, another siren passing by commented on the pair.

“It’s so sweet that you still go shopping with your mother,” they said. “Have a good day!”

Jason looked at her more closely. They were right. She did look like him.

After thanking him, she looked around before speaking to him softly. “I know about your secret.” She placed something small and hard in his hands.

As she moved back, she laughed at Jason’s guarded behavior, body stiff and eyes narrowing at her sharply.

“A mother, despite how long they’ve been separated, always knows what her child wants. And for you, Jason? You want to live on the surface. It’s only natural since you’re half-human anyway.”

With that, she swam away, leaving Jason stunned with her information. He made a move to chase her, but the merchant he needed to meet already called out to him.

He looked down at the object in his hand. It was a tablet, about three-fourths the size of his palm.

If you want answers, meet me at the abandoned ship on the next new moon.

-Sheila

---

It was two weeks too long for the new moon to arrive. Jason’s head felt heavy and dizzy with the weight of her words as he reached the ship. All of the feelings that he moved past -abandonment, loneliness, confusion and anger- returned. He wanted, he needed, he demanded answers.

Where was she all his life? What happened to his father? Why does he look like a normal siren? How was he even born? Was it because he was half-human that he longed for the land? Did that explain his urges?

Jason saw Sheila by the entrance, her hand glowing a soft white as she ushered him inside. She must still have some magic in her, he thought. Jason wondered if there was any magic in him.

She surveyed the area as he followed her in, similarly to how she did at the market. He doubted she could see anything past the glow of her hand. The new moon was when the sea was at its darkest. Even he had trouble finding the place, using the lowest luminosity algae to guide him so that he wouldn’t draw suspicion to himself.

She evaded all of the questions he asked about who she was and where she’d been. They passed by two rooms before she stopped before a door that was hanging by its hinges.

The siren let down her hair, the dark locks curling around her as she presented an elaborate bracelet made of scales. It was common for the mother to keep a scale or two of her children. Scales were unique to each siren, both in color and size. They looked black but as she intensified the luminosity on her hands, Jason could tell they were actually a very deep and rich red. The same color scales that he had on his tail.

Seeing the look of realization on his face and the way his features softened, she spoke with a gentle smile on her lips.

“We’ll have more time to talk about the past. Let’s talk about the present and future for now. I know you want to live on the land.”

Jason looked at his mother with uncertainty. There were rumors of powerful sea witches who could grant legs to sirens. The rumors were as fantastic as being able to transform sirens into humans for a night.

It was obvious that she was practiced in using magic to some degree but he still didn’t trust her powers. Years of being tricked by cruel humans and Bruce’s own paranoia towards magic made him suspicious of others, even if they were related by blood.

Sheila pointed towards the cut on his forearm- the result of sword practice with Alfred.

“Let me heal you,” she offered.

Sticking his arm out hesitantly, Sheila hovered her left hand on it, her hand glowing a shocking green instead of white. Jason winced as the light grew brighter, expecting something blinding or painful. Instead he felt a gentle warmth wash over the limb until her hand faded back to that dull white luminescence.

Turning his arm at every angle to inspect it, Sheila laughed. “Do you believe in my magic now?”

Jason hummed as he poked where the cut was, then smoothed two fingers over it, the skin soft as if it was never marred. There wasn’t even a scar as an indication it was there. It was as if it never existed.

“You asked me why I left you, why I abandoned you,” Sheila reiterated, motioning for him to come into the room. “I want us both to live as humans. It’s not safe for us to live in the sea anymore. Someone is after me and after you.”

As much as Jason wanted to live with humans, Sheila’s plan seemed too good to be true. How could they be certain that whoever was intended to harm them would stop at the surface?

“Bruce can help us,” he insisted.

She clicked her tongue, a look of annoyance and disgust missed by Jason as she adjusted the light from her hands. “Do you really feel at home here? Do you feel at home with that man?”

Jason answered with certainty. “I do.”

Despite his answer, she was persistent. “Try it for a day and see, my sweet child. Maybe that will change your mind. I’ll do it with you if you’re nervous. I have a lot of contacts in the human world.”

He held his tongue to say that he and Bruce did too, though his contacts were more questionable.

“It’s more fascinating to see the city up close and walk its streets instead of viewing it from the fringes.”

Jason thought about her suggestion and he thought about everything he’s read, from human society to the sea witches’ lore. His tail twisted with uncertainty.

It’s not like these powerful sirens were inherently evil. It’s just that they’ve become so rare in their society that nearly anything involving magic made the average siren uncomfortable. But this might be his only chance. If anything, he could do it for just one day to sate his curiosity.

“...I’ll do it. But only for one night.”

She smiled, telling him to follow her to another part of the ship on a lower floor. By the looks of it, it was the captain’s quarters, somehow nicer than the rest of the ship though still dilapidated.

The door closed loudly behind them and Jason felt his skin prickle as if he just swam over a deep trench. In the corner a dark being emerged. It was a set up.

Jason turned to flee the room but Sheila seemed to cast a spell in, the perimeter glowing an eerie purple. Despite how hard Jason pounded on the wood, something that should have broken easily, it didn’t budge.

She touched his arm gently to coax him to stop but Jason pulled away, breathing out a held breath as he tried not to panic.

“This must be another one of your spells, witch,” he accused as he felt his body comply with her commands against his will. He laid in the middle of the room, cradled in his mother’s like a small babe.

“I need the help of another sea witch to transform myself,” she tried to reassure him, as if Jason still cared and trusted her despite her actions. She took her hand in his like a child that needed soothing.

“Close your eyes and relax, my sweet boy. This will be over soon.”

Sheila’s words weren’t comforting. They were immersed with sadness yet not enough to let him go.

It seemed her hold on him weakened as she let out a sob, enough for Jason to turn his head and look at the being that turned from shadows into form.

The mysterious siren looked ghastly and pale with hair like bright algae. His teeth were rotten and his grin nearly took up his entire face. His scales flashed a duochrome of purple and green.

He looked at Jason’s terrified face and laughed, leaning in closely as if he wanted to taste his fear. Jason’s face contorted as if he was about to wretch, the scent of something foul and rotting invading his nostrils.

The siren drew back, speaking more to himself than Jason while his mother wept. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

The last thing Jason saw was a bright light as he heard his mother whispering one last time that she was sorry.

---

Bruce pulled on the reins to slow his steed down, giving it a grateful pat as he slid off, eyes already analyzing the scene of the explosion. He didn’t bother asking Dick and Jason to help him so late at night. Though they wanted to help in his effort to slow crime in their city, he never wanted to force this burden on them. They were young men leading their own lives. He wanted them to enjoy it.

As he searched the surrounding area, he found a siren, bruised and battered, nursing her ribs against the remnants of the ship’s deck. She must be one of the victims.

He approached her cautiously, arms raised to show that he wouldn’t harm her. When he was close enough, he asked gently, “What happened here?”

The siren extended her palm out to Bruce. He observed it with a sinking feeling in his stomach. She held a torn piece of skin and scales in her hand. At first he wanted to believe that the scales’ color was due to blood staining -even pulling out the most luminous algae he had in his pouch- but the longer he looked at it, the harder it was to deny. They were Jason’s scales.

Bruce cleared his throat, trying to swallow down the panic that set in. When she didn’t answer what happened the first time, he couldn’t help but raise his voice when he repeated himself.

By the third time, he grabbed her by the shoulders to shake her out of her shock, his voice cracking as he asked, “What happened? Tell me. Tell. Me. That’s my son’s scales… That’s my son!”

He grew impatient as he listened to her story. A sea witch took her captive and Jason was trying to save her. She regretted dragging him into her business. He seemed like such a brave and sweet young man.

When he questioned her about a possible motive for the sea witch, she described him as having a cruel sense of humor.

Bruce felt his blood run cold when she told him, “He knew you wouldn’t find any of this funny.”

Bruce knew who did this to Jason.

---

Jason wasn’t sure of how long it was since he’s been out. It could have been days or weeks but he was in a strange part of the ocean that he had never been to, leaving him disoriented. He must have drifted on a current after the blast.

He looked at his surroundings. It was dark but it must have been a place where humans lived before. Concrete laid in piles of rubble so old that the undercurrent beat their shapes, almost making them blend with the coral.

That’s when Jason felt the weight of something on his lower half. Suddenly the rubble that surrounded him seemed far too close and encasing. The feeling was so suffocating that he felt if he took in a breath, he might drown. With a sickening feeling he knew that his tail was most likely crushed and he would be trapped there.

Yet as he looked down, his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw that he didn’t have a tail but eight tentacled legs instead. They looked like writhing eels beneath the rock but he could feel each appendage. He wanted to gag. His beautiful tail was gone and replaced with something hideous and disgusting.

Despite his repulsion, it was with instinct that he used his legs to manipulate the rock and free himself, squeezing through a tiny passage to leave his rubbled tomb.

He swam for hours without stopping, first upwards to reach the surface, then as his head spied the upper world, he determined that it would be best to swim as far away from his former home as possible.

Hours later he reached a cove that seemed desolate enough. It was nothing that he recognized from his previous travels to the surface.

He threw his body across a flat rock, his lower half still submerged. As his body laid there, exhausted beyond belief, it was then that he was overcome with sickness yet finding himself unable to puke.

What happened to him had finally settled in his mind and into his bones. His mother’s reunion and betrayal. The sea witch’s stench. His stupid fucking wish.

His mind wandered to Bruce and Alfred, even Dick, that annoying bastard of a brother. As he thought about them he wept, overcome with shame. How could he have trusted someone who never cared for him, someone who abandoned him, when he had a loving family by his side all along?

He knew he couldn’t go back to them, not like this, not after his immense act of selfishness. He looked down at his bottom half, eight tentacles writhing under the water. He wasn’t even a siren anymore.

---

Jason adjusted to his new life as well as he could, finding it easy to get back into the habit of scavenging the sea floor for his own food and taking shelter in the cove when he grew tired. He still couldn’t bear to look at his lower half since that first day and often thought of his tail.

Losing his tail reminded him of all that he lost. His status. His family. Himself. Was he even considered a siren without it? What would his family think? Did they still think of him as much as he thought about them?

His existence was lonely. He grudgingly accepted that though he was used to being alone, he missed the company of his family. He missed any kind of interaction really.

After another month of deliberation, he ventured out from the safety of the cove, further south where he sometimes saw boats pass by. He hoped that human watching would be enough to quell his loneliness.

---

His new body was as fast as his tail, if not faster he determined. He practiced swimming laps for hours then moved on to greater distances. His tentacles had the added benefit of being able to grab things too.

This isn’t too bad, he thought.

Jason settled onto his rock after another day of training. He would find that sea witch that did this to him, even if it killed him.

His eyes stared at the ceiling of the cove then moved upwards. He had an idea.

He only ever practiced his grip on catching prey and launching himself from reef to reef. But his tentacles could theoretically allow him to climb to points he never could with a tail.

It took weeks of practice -apparently they moved differently in the air compared to water- but he finally did it. He let out a triumphant holler that echoed as he looked down at the little bay from his new vantage point.

As awestruck as he was though, he felt himself shiver from the tips of his tentacles to the top of his head. Perhaps now would be a good time to go back into the water. He didn’t want to overdo it.

---

The next few months were spent on building up his strength and coordination to walk on land after he mastered climbing. He started at one end of the small strip of beach at the back of the cave. Jason was clumsy at first with all of his legs tripping over each other but with patience and determination, he was able to walk from one edge to the other.

He cried when he finished his first lap, collapsing backwards onto the sand. He looked at the maroon tentacles below him, throbbing from holding his weight up for so long and inching towards the water.

It was with bitterness that he thought that Shiela and the sea witch kept their promise. Jason had legs to walk on land.

---

You’ve always felt that you didn’t belong here. Your heart was with the sea. You remembered the stories about sirens and Atlantis that your grandmother told you about, keeping them close to your heart after she passed and you got older.

In Gotham there was the occasional sighting. The men from the docks would sometimes claim that they would hear a siren’s song in the early hours of the day.

It was still early in the morning as you beach combed where the old Kane Chemicals used to be. It’s been about 200 years since its last use. It was funny how the site of the infamous pharmaceutical company -now known as Ace Chemicals- looked. It was the size of a moderately sized single family house, nothing in comparison to its current facility.

With some work, it would actually make a wonderful home, you thought, the foreclosure sign at its front in your line of sight. The tunnel that was used to dump chemicals into the ocean was sawed up by some hooligans a few years ago, essentially turning it into a slide that connected the small facility to the ocean.

Pausing for a moment to admire a pearlescent shell, you were distracted by the sound of a man singing.

His voice was deep and haunting. You couldn’t make out the exact words but from the tone, the song was sad. You felt drawn to it, ignoring the voice in your head that reminded you that this was how sailors died.

The song led you to the tide pools. Though the voice was beautiful, you were surprised to see that its owner was equally alluring. You could only see his upper body -he was resting on the edge where it met deeper parts of the ocean- but it was well-built with broad shoulders and defined arms. His skin was tanned and his dark locks curly.

“Your song is beautiful,” you commented.

Jason looked up, startled that he didn’t hear the sound of someone approaching him. He blamed it on the waves.

It was his first time interacting with someone -let alone a human- since his transformation. Was it several months or a year since he’s last spoken to someone? His legs spread across the floor, making him sink lower.

The man peered at you cautiously and you kept your distance out of respect.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” you said. “You must be a good swimmer, but you should be careful around these parts. It’s pretty dangerous here. There’s a few riptides and this place is pretty desolate. It would be awful if something happened to you.”

Jason mumbled a thanks.

His speaking voice was just as lovely as his singing one, you thought.

You introduced yourself and found out that the mystery singer’s name was Jason.

“Mind if I join you?”

He hesitated, remembering what happened the last time he trusted someone. Ultimately though, he consented. He could finally learn about humans directly instead of through observation. If worse came to worst, he knew how weak humans were. To a siren, they were as harmless as sea turtles.

He watched as you rolled up your pants legs to dip your feet in the water, still keeping a distance of about four feet until he seemed more comfortable around you. You could feel him staring but chalked it up to his distrust.

Jason swallowed discreetly as he looked up and down the length of your legs, noisily splashing water about you as you dipped your feet into the pool. He felt a surge of embarrassment as you caught him staring.

“The water’s normally so clear here. It’s weird that it’s darker and murkier than usual,” you said as you dipped your body closer to the water to investigate.

Adding to his embarrassment, Jason realized that he must have expelled some ink while looking at you.

A beep from your phone pulled you away from your thoughts and as you read your text, you told him you had to go. Something came up at work.

Jason looked at you curiously, all apprehension gone. “What’s that?”

You looked at him strangely, pointing towards the object. “A phone, duh.”

“Right.”

You gave him another look before laughing. “You’re funny, you know that? Well, maybe I’ll see you around. Thanks for the concert.”

Fishing the shell you were admiring before he distracted you out of your pocket, you tossed it to him. Jason caught it easily. You glanced quickly past him so your eyes wouldn’t linger too long on that sculpted chest.

“A token of my appreciation.” You smiled, “Maybe next time you can take a request?”

---

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Jason asked, irritated that he saw you again so shortly after your first encounter. It seemed like his quiet escape away from his home would be disturbed if you turned this into a habit.

Your eyebrow shot up questioningly. “Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?”

He scoffed, not having anything to say without revealing his true form. Despite your friendly disposition, you knew your boundaries and sensed when you were invading his private space or asking too personal of a question.

“Besides, I told you that I liked your voice. Your songs sound very pretty.”

Jason gave you a little ‘hmph’ before adding, “Of course they are.”

“But they always sound so sad,” you commented. “You don’t have to explain anything if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to sing, really. I just… wanted another chance to hear it. If you’re hurting, I’ll listen.”

His eyes narrowed at your concern before he turned around so that his back was towards you.

Standing awkwardly and trying to decide if you should apologize, the waves crashed against the rocks before another sound took over. You stood in place as you were entranced by Jason’s song.

---

“If you’re not from here, where are you from?” You asked after a few weeks of meeting up with Jason. You were fortunate enough that part of your job was surveying the Gotham shoreline so you could visit the man often.

He paused before choosing his words carefully. “I’m not from here. Lived on the streets for most of my life.”

You always assumed that he must have been a runaway of some sort based on his questions about basic technology and when he told you that he didn’t go to school.

You tried to put on a positive spin on his words. “And now here you are, living off the land like a wild man. You’re honestly living my dream life,” you told him. “I wish I could swim and sing all day though I’m definitely not as good of a singer as you are.”

Jason gave you an amused hum.

“I always wished I could just leave my life and become a mermaid. I never felt like I belonged here. I’d trade my legs for a beautiful tail in a heartbeat,” you confessed.

It was true. You never felt like you belonged in the gloomy hustle and bustle of Gotham City. Even when you went to college in a different state, you didn’t feel at ease there either. The only place where you felt like you truly belonged was in the ocean. The ocean reminded you of unconditional love. It reminded you of your grandmother.

Jason couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. If only he could warn you about the dangers of having such a foolish wish. But it seemed like humans and sirens had similar dreams to live lives they weren’t meant to have.

---

“Maybe you should sing something happy for once,” you told him, voice a little louder to beat the crashing of ocean waves. Jason still wasn’t completely comfortable around you so you were still farther from him than you would have liked.

His songs sounded beautiful but your heart couldn’t help but ache as tales of melancholy and loss drifted in the air. Those pale blue eyes always looked so pained as he sang. You liked it better when his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint whenever he retorted with a cheeky comment.

Jason looked up at you from that ledge of rock that he made his own. “I’m not happy though so what’s the point?”

You didn’t let the conversation pause lest you wanted it to tread into awkward silence. Jokingly, you placed a hand over your heart and told him that you’re hurt.

“Surely you must have found some sort of happiness in our little meetings. You agree every time and you even get here early.”

He didn’t appreciate your teasing, scoffing at it. “I’m only doing you a favor since it seems like you have nothing better to do than to take long walks on the beach.”

“Hah. Sounds like you found my dating profile. Please tell me you swiped right at least.”

Jason only blinked at you in return, making you wonder just how sheltered the man was. But you supposed that if he didn’t know what a cellphone was and spent most of his life traveling, he definitely wouldn’t know what a dating app was.

You sighed before taking your phone out of your pocket, hoping he wouldn’t be an ass and splash it.

You scooted closer to him but held the phone at a distance, just enough so he could read the screen.

I like taking long walks on the beach and getting paid for it.

Your name, age and Gotham City were displayed below it.

You set it aside, changing the subject. “You must have a lot of free time too. You’re always swimming in the ocean. I bet your lower half is chronically pruny.”

He rolled his eyes before he scooped up a bit of water to splash at you. Not one to back down from a challenge, you splashed him back, starting a war that ended with you both soaking wet.

It even got to the point where Jason lifted himself out of the water a bit and you saw a peak of dark red around hips but the salt water in your eye prevented you from getting a closer look.

“You owe me,” you said, wringing out your shirt. “I gotta go back to work in an hour smelling like the sea and being cold.”

“....Better yet, I’ll tell you what I want from you. Maybe we can go for a long walk on the beach together.”

It was a bold move but you were certain that Jason had to have some kind of feelings for you. You saw it in the way his eyes sparkled as he talked about his favorite books or asked to borrow yours. He remembered the little things you shared with him about your childhood.

But you weren’t as certain as the silence grew.

Jason sighed. “There’s something you should know about me.”

You watched the ripple of biceps and triceps working in conjunction to lift himself out of the water. You realized what it was that he wanted you to know as you saw eight long tentacles splay across the jagged rock. You already suspected that he was tall but like this, he towered over you.

“I’m a-” monster, Jason was going to say before you cut him off.

“Siren,” you finished in disbelief.

An actual siren stood before you in all of his half-man and sea-bodied glory. You stared at him with glowing satisfaction and a more childish you wanted to rub this moment in the faces of all those who doubted their existence.

With uninhibited excitement, you reached out and grabbed the nearest appendage to shake his… hand? Leg? Tentacle?

“Nice to meet you. Or I guess to finally see all of you!”

Jason didn’t match your enthusiasm, looking uncomfortable again.

“...Or not?”

He blushed a shade of pink that made his tanned cheeks glow. He hoped he wouldn’t get ink everywhere.

“You’re shaking my…”

Mating arm sounded too lewd, hectocotylus too scientific. He tried to think of what humans called it in the books that he read.

“Cock?”

You choked. His what?

Looking down at the appendage you held, you realized that you were indeed gripping his hectocotylus, marked by the fat arrowed tip and ribbed section near the bottom. The underside was grooved differently compared to the other tentacles.

You dropped it immediately and apologized, spitting out that you had to go.

“Next week, same time!” You called out from over your shoulder. That should be enough time for you to cool down.

---

Jason retreated to his cave, thinking about the way you touched him earlier. He didn’t know what it was at first either, only finding out by pure accident after massaging it after he spent too long practicing how to walk.

He noticed that one leg felt more pleasurable than the rest and that it looked different too. It was only out of curiosity that he stroked it. Then he touched it again. And again. It led to a sensation he could never achieve when he had a tail. He finally found release.

This time he found himself touching the tentacle intentionally, trying to mimic the firm way you grasped it. His hands were too large, too strong, and he had to loosen his grip. He closed his eyes as he leaned against a rock, imagining that it was your hands that were stroking it instead.

How long had it been since he touched himself to a human? Surely it was before he turned into this. But it wasn’t the same as before where he’d think of any human he observed for the day, no.

Jason thought of you. The way that pretty mouth of yours smiled at him and called his name. The lines of your figure. He thought of your legs spread and in other positions. He thought of marking them with his kisses. He thought of binding them together.

Jason thought of everything about you, stroking and squeezing his cock and caressing his body until finally he came, copious amounts of cum leaking onto his stomach and hand, his breath ragged and your name still heavy on his lips.

---

He waited for you at your spot again the next day though you didn’t agree on meeting. He sat closer to the beach in a different tide pool, the shallower basin exposing his tentacles. The other creatures scurried away from him, leaving the area all to himself. He wondered if this was what it was like to bathe in a tub.

As more time passed, he grew anxious, lost in his thoughts. You had no reason to come so why should he be expecting you? You were probably just being polite by telling him that you would see him in a week, maybe hoping that he would forget about your date and you could just disappear.

He read the myths about the Kraken and stories like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. When he was a siren, he might have had a chance with you. But people feared octopi, which was why they were often the villains in humans’ stories.

The grind of feet walking on sand moved Jason out of his thoughts. He looked up to see you standing a ways away from him.

With a basket in your hand and a blanket tucked under the other, you shyly called out to him. The weather was nice so you wore a sundress, exposing your legs. He tried not to look at them, knowing he might expose himself with ink if his eyes lingered any longer.

You took a few cautious steps, gauging his reaction to you before deciding it was acceptable to come closer.

The usual chipperness in your voice wasn’t there, replaced by a faker saccharine that hid your anxiety.

“After what happened yesterday, I stayed up all night thinking of what to do. I actually didn’t think you would be here today.”

“I thought that maybe I should bring the date to you since you can’t actually walk with me.”

You scratched the back of your head, now sheepish, realizing that he never actually agreed to any of this.

You read news articles and heard stories about octopi escaping from their tanks in aquariums and being able to walk for almost half an hour on land. You wondered if Jason could do the same before you shook your head, thinking yourself silly. He was a siren. You were certain that things worked differently for them.

At that, Jason’s chest puffed up with pride. “Of course I can. Who do you think I am?”

With that, he rose from the tide pool similarly to yesterday, this time walking towards you. His steps were graceful, moreso gliding rather than walking. He reached you quickly.

Craning your neck upwards, you figured he was at least a head and half to two heads taller than you. He didn’t seem tired from walking either, his breath even as if he walked on land often.

Letting out a whistle of appreciation and then an applause, you jokingly asked him what he couldn’t do.

All the nervousness and apprehension he felt about showing you his body melted away as he felt for the first time since he changed that he could accept his new body.

---

Knowing who Jason really was, you couldn’t help but ask him all the questions that you’ve been dying to know, wanting to confirm with him if that was really what sirens and their society were like.

In turn, he asked you about the human world. Surprisingly, his amount of knowledge was more accurate compared to yours.

One thing kept on bothering you as the two of you spent another morning talking until the sun was high in the sky.

“When I was a siren-”

There it was again. Was.

You interrupted him. “You still are. You’re a siren, Jason.”

He blinked back at you, processing what you said.

“No, I’m not.”

“Why not?” You challenged him. “From a human’s point-of-view, you’re most definitely a siren! Your upper half is human, the bottom a creature of the sea. You have a beautiful voice. You’re incredibly handsome.” You said the last part quickly, still a bit shy about how bold you were being about your feelings towards him.

“But my tail,” Jason argued. The only creatures he knew that had bodies like this were actual octopi or sea witches.

“So what about your tail?” You argued back. “That doesn’t change who you are inside. Your body might be different from before but you’re still a siren at heart.”

---

Jason sulked in the deeper waters of his cove, your conversation still replaying in his head.

It wasn’t that he truly believed that his tail made him a siren. It was that every time he looked at his legs, his eight long, tentacled legs, he saw a monster. They represented his greed and selfishness, his lust, his shame.

But after talking to you, it seemed that he was the only one who saw himself that way. He really wasn’t as terrible as he believed himself to be. He wondered if his family would feel the same way as you if they saw him now.

Thinking about them made his heart hurt. He wasn’t ready to face them, not yet at least. He distracted himself with other thoughts and each of them led him to you.

Jason didn’t hold you in the same regard he held other humans. He was curious about you on an individual level in a way he never felt towards other sirens. He wanted to know more about you, your past, your dreams. He wanted to know what you liked and what you hated. He wanted to know if you felt the same way in your heart about him as he did for you.

---

Summer on the East Coast meant humidity and heat. As much as you loved spending time with Jason, you were finding it increasingly difficult to see him during the day.

The question about what you two were still hung in the air -your first attempt at asking him out on a date seemingly forgotten in Jason’s mind- but you didn’t want to ruin whatever it was that the two of you had.

Jason took pity on you, realizing that humans differed from him in their ability to thermoregulate.

“Would you want to go to my cove?” He suggested as you fanned yourself with your wide-brimmed hat, pausing to wipe the sweat off your brow.

“Ah, finally taking me back to your place, huh stud? Took ya long enough.”

Your flirtations seemed to go over his head as Jason told you that it wasn’t far from here, about a 20 minute walk away.

“I might not look like it but I’m actually a great swimmer.”

Even with Jason helping you, there was a high probability of you drowning because of the bigger waves and stronger currents. It wasn’t something that Jason was willingly to risk.

“It’s fine, we can walk.”

As Jason glided beside you, you still couldn’t help but be in awe of the siren. You could already imagine the headlines if Vicki Vale caught sight of them. ‘Gotham’s first and very own cryptid,’ the headline would read. ‘Has Cthulu chosen Gotham City as its preferred vacation spot?’

The cove was closer than you thought, making you wonder why you never moved beyond the tide pools. You didn’t have much reason to, you supposed. The entrance was small and you watched as Jason went in first, his limbs adjusting in size to accommodate himself. It seemed like a short swim.

He paused a few feet into its mouth before turning back to you, still knee-deep in the water. He swam back towards you before guiding your arms to wrap themselves around his shoulders.

“It’s safer this way,” he justified. “The depth drops in weird places.”

You didn’t mind. It was better for you anyway because you could keep your phone dry in your hands and carry your flip flops as well.

Jason thought it was a good excuse to have you touch him.

Soon the water reached a level where you could comfortably float.

This ended too soon, you both thought.

---

As you waded towards the beach, Jason thought that you looked like a jellyfish with the way your dress floated around you. You looked graceful as you moved, tips of your fingers dragging across the water and splashing it around for your amusement.

You reminded him of a time when Alfred and him would take a break from his studies to lay on the seagrass and watch the jellyfish and seahorses float past. It was the first time he felt like he was back home.

But the illusion was broken as he reminded himself that he wasn’t home. He was somewhere more wonderful as he watched you walk onto land, your dress wet and translucent, clinging to your body. Jason wondered if he really did die in that explosion.

As you wrung out the excess water from your dress, the material clung to your skin and rose. Jason was able to get a more revealing look at your body and saw that you weren’t wearing any panties, finally giving him a glimpse of what was between human legs.

He could have turned into sea foam then, grateful that the water here was dark.

You sat on the edge of the beach where sand met sea, patting the spot beside you. The waves crashed and reached your ankles so that he wouldn’t be completely deprived of water, making it an ideal position for him.

Jason sat with a splat of limbs everywhere, mindful to keep that special leg away from you in the event that you grabbed it by accident again. He realized just how huge he looked compared to you and embarrassed, he splayed himself out across the beach, trying to make himself smaller. He knew he wouldn’t have had this problem if he still had his tail.

“Are you posing?”

Jason must have subconsciously gone into a sunbathing position, the classic pose that humans loved to depict sirens in.

You giggled. “No, no. Stay like that. You look cute, like you’re a model or something.”

“Oh yeah?” Jason said, humoring you and trying to laugh off his humiliation. “What should I be modeling?”

You thought for a moment before giving him a naughty smile. “I don’t know, sex on the beach?”

Before Jason could ask you what that was, you leaned over and kissed him.

It wasn’t like he hasn’t kissed before -he has- but it was the fact that it was you that had him surprised, so surprised that it was easy for you to slip your tongue in his mouth and taste him.

You took a wide stance as you straddled him, grinding your hips in his lap as you kissed. Jason wrapped his arms around you to bring you down to the sand with him, only pausing for a breath before his lips were on yours again.

This was better than any kind of fantasy he could think of as he flipped you onto your back, making sure that his hands squeezed your ass before he let go.

He could feel his cock pulse and ache as he felt your silky legs run themselves across his own, getting tangled in them. Your dress was more of a bother than a tease, preventing him from being able to touch all of you. One tentacle slipped off your dress while the other unhooked your bra, tossing it somewhere where the tide wouldn’t get it.

With your body exposed, his tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own, already placing scattered kisses across your body. You giggled into his mouth at the sensation. It felt like you were being tickled all over and you couldn’t help but squirm from their touch.

“Bad girl,” Jason chastised. “Can’t you see that I’m trying to make you feel good?”

“If you’re not going to be good and stay in place, I’ll just have to pin you down.”

A tentacle wrapped itself around each leg, spreading them open. You struggled against the restraints, shy about Jason being able to look at you so closely. One more held your wrists above your head in case you tried to push them away.

Jason leaned down to look at your wet sex closely. It was dripping with a wetness that was thicker than water, making it glisten. A cute little bud laid on top of your hole. Another tentacle prodded between your folds curiously before deciding that it liked how nice and wet you felt, sliding in a few inches at a time.

You let out a squeak as you felt it move in and out, the sensation strange and tantalizing. Jason observed your expression and the sounds you made when he touched you, noticing that you tended to make a high-pitched keen whenever he expanded the tentacle to be thicker or when he went in deeper.

As entertaining as it was, Jason wanted to do more than just hear you, he wanted to taste you as well. You responded well to the tentacle’s suction on that little fleshly pearl, so he wondered what you would do if his mouth was on it instead.

With his mouth hovering over your clit, he gave it a sharp lick before licking a stripe down and up, swirling around that bud once more.

You let out a cry. “More. It feels so good when you play with my pussy like that.”

Jason complied, alternating between drawing circles with the tip of tongue and licking fat stripes with the flat of it. He drew two fingers up to that wet little hole of yours, his tentacle still in it too, plunging in at a pace to match his mouth. It felt incredibly lewd to have your hole stuffed this way.

Jason said your name in a low, almost raspy voice, his voice seductive. “You like that, don’t you? Don’t be shy, pretty girl. We’re all alone here. You can be as loud as you want.”

You gave him a distracted ‘uh-huh,’ making him look up at you questioningly. It seemed that his cock somehow found its way near your mouth. It was more engorged now, the arrowed tip fat and swollen, edges puffy and rounded. It looked somewhat similar to a human cock, just longer, thicker and shinier. It even had a slit on the end and you wondered if Jason would be able to cum like a human too.

As if reading your mind or possessing a will of its own, Jason’s cock slipped itself into your mouth. You felt a stretch in your jaw as you tried to accommodate its girth, only able to comfortably take the head but that was more than enough for Jason.

He groaned into your cunt as he felt your tongue lick across the slit, doing your best to suck while doing it. He glanced up to see drool dribble down your chin, mouth keeping his cock warm instead of sucking.

Adequately wet, his cock slid out of your mouth and Jason knew that it was time. He hovered over you again, letting your tired legs rest against his shoulders.

“I know that you were a little too busy to talk, but I better hear you now that your mouth is free.”

You nodded your head, already panting heavily as you felt Jason stretch your pussy with his cock, the tentacle moving achingly slow past your lips. He sighed as he reached a comfortable spot, giving your body time to get used to him. He could already feel your legs shaking.

“So big,” you whined, thinking that if you moved your hips a little and rocked them, it would make his cock fit more comfortably inside of you.

“It’s so big you say,” Jason mocked, “yet that cute little pussy of yours seems to be taking my cock real nice.”

He let the tentacle that pinned your arms go slack. Your arms immediately drew him towards you, pressing his body close to yours.

He moved his cock inside of you, starting off slow then building up friction.

“Tell me how badly you want me to touch you, how badly you need this cock to cum.”

“So bad,” you whimpered, letting out a sensitive gasp you felt his tentacles grope your tits, suckers on your nipples.

“I don’t think I can cum without you, Jay.”

Your confession alone was enough to drive Jason wild, making him thrust in a little too hard and too fast, an apologetic ‘sorry’ as he kissed your lips.

Jason was practically singing as he fucked you, though this was a different sort of song from his usual ones. You felt the needy hum of his moans and ragged breaths against his chest, the crash of waves serving as distant background music.

He felt your walls squeeze around him, your eyes shut tight and mouth agape, letting out broken whimpers as you came. He could feel your legs spasm around his neck, twitching as he continued on his movements, a bored tentacle moving down to give your clit attention.

He didn’t have time to compare how it felt to have you cum on him versus how you looked, his orgasm closely following yours.

Gently pushing himself off of you, Jason couldn’t help but watch his cum ooze out of you and drip down your legs, a swell of pride in his chest as he realized just how much he unloaded.

After he finished gazing at his work, he settled beside you, looking at your sleeping form, unsure of what to do while you slept. You shivered from the mix of ocean and breeze and Jason knew what to do as he scooped you up to settle against his chest. You could talk about what exactly you two were later. He wasn’t trying to cuddle, if anything he was just keeping a fragile human like you warm.

---

“I don’t get why you want to live in this dump,” Jason said four months later, still at the edges of the shore as he assessed your new home.

Luckily for you, the old Kane Chemicals site was dirt cheap, so even with your modest savings, you could afford to pay for it in cash. The city practically shoved the key in your hands, perhaps eager to finally make a buck off of that rotting building by the sea.

“It’s not that bad,” you told him. “Surprisingly it’s on the electrical grid and all it really needs is a deep clean. And I own it too, so maybe I won’t be hit hard with taxes next year. It’s also a major upgrade from my shitty little apartment in Little Italy.”

The upsides of your new house seemed to go over Jason’s head.

“Just think of me as the girl next door.”

Another blank look from Jason who didn’t understand the trope.

You gave him a sly look before speaking. “Maybe you can’t see me as your friendly neighbor after everything we’ve been through?”

The blush on his face told you everything.

“Of course I can. You better keep the noise down to the minimum or else I’ll call the cops on you.”

“With what cell phone?” You teased.

Speaking in a more serious tone, you looked Jason in the eyes. “I always told you that my heart was with the sea but I lied. It’s with you, Jason. I really care about you, ya know?”

He laughed, pulling you close. “I love you too,” he said before grinning widely. “Now tell me what you like the most about me. My charming personality, my good looks, my fat cock or all three?”

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