ReiVelmin_

Your eyes flutter open to the familiar sight of your bedroom ceiling. You groan as you try to rub away the sleepiness from your eyes. Blinking slowly, you gradually sit up and raise your arms as you stretch, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction as you turn to your phone sitting upon your bedside table. You turn it over and check the time.

'11:45 AM'

Huh, so much for getting up early tomorrow you supposed. At least it wasn't 1 pm, you've slept in until then far too many times already. You begin to start your mooring routine of checking all your social media.

You go through all of your notifications and mindlessly scroll through your feed a bit. Soon, you come across a post with a yellow smiley face which causes you to remember a series you watched not too long ago. "Something is knocking at your door..." or as most people knew it, "the verity series." You were a big fan of it, and commonly interacted with various posts relating to it.

Yet, you don't see any posts regarding Verity on your 'for you' page currently. And that post that reminded you of the series just used a regular yellow smiley face so it wasn’t actually Verity. You decide not to think much of it, after all not every post that shows up on your feed is going to be related to just one thing.

You close the app and decide to open YouTube. You decided that you were going to rewatch Mob's series on it once more considering how much you enjoyed it, even with its tragic ending. You search up ThatMob's YouTube channel and click on his page.

Your fingers pause as you suddenly realize that the videos were suddenly gone. Your face contorts into one of confusion as you scroll through his account. His last post was two months ago... which was incredibly odd. Didn't he upload a video just a few days ago? There was no way he would have just... deleted them, right? After all that was probably his most viewed series. You don't think he would have deleted something that had gotten that much attention.

You then search up Twixxels account to see if maybe he had anything to do with the lack of videos only to find out all of his recent uploads were... gone. Your eyebrows knitted together as you look through his account as well. You then decide to search up "Verity mod" in the search bar to see if maybe anyone had re-uploaded the video only to find out there was... nothing. Only a variety of unrelated videos that had nothing to do with the familiar yellow smiley face.

"What?" you mutter to yourself, typing in numerous different words all relating to your favorite mod. However, you were only met with emptiness and many videos containing nothing of what you were looking for. Did it just disappear off of the face of the internet? But how? It was like the number one thing trending currently?

You sigh in frustration before you get a notification alerting you of a new message. You tap the notification as it sends you to your messaging app.

"Hey! Can you check out this mod I found? I wanna know if its actually helpful lol"

You look at the message sent by your friend before looking at the link they set underneath it. You tap on the link before it sends you to the downloading page of the mod. The mod is titled "Verity" and your eyes widen with slight excitement. You always wanted to try out the mod and see what it would be like to actually have Verity helping you in Minecraft. You decide to message your friend back.

"Oh, is this a Verity mod?? Have you seen the series too??" "What??? What series?" "You know, the verity series? The series this mod is based on, right???" "Uhhhhh no I don't know what you're talking about, I don't think this mod wasn't based off of anything, its just like a helper thing"

You roll your eyes deciding to just brush it off as you get your computer to download the mod on there. You patiently wait until the mod says the download was complete and finally boot up Minecraft to begin playing. You click on the play icon and watch as your world finally loads. You move your character around until your eyes land on a box. It rustles and shakes as muffled sounds come from the cardboard box.

You applaud the accuracy to the original video and finally click on the box. The box begins float into the air above your character’s head. The box then opens to reveal the star of the mod, Verity! He bounces on the digital grass with what seem like sounds of discomfort each time he bounces off of the ground. Finally, he looks up at you with his signature smile.

"Hello! I'm Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" He says, and you hum slightly. "Wow, this is actually really accurate.." You mutter to yourself. Seemingly, at your words Verity raises a brow that just appeared on his form.

"Accurate?" He inquires, and you feel your heart stop. "Wait, you can hear me?" You say as you suddenly sit up straight with shock coursing through your veins.

"Yep! Loud and clear!" He answers, as his smile returns. You then take a second to pause. His voice... was scarily accurate to that of the actual voice actors. And in fact, you didn't need to type in chat for this mod either it seems because he could hear you. You also don't remember turning on voice chat...

You go silent, taking everything in before the sound of Verity's voice shoots an arrow through your cloud of thoughts. "Hey, you there...?" He asks, a bit of confusion painting his tone as you focus back on your computer screen. You clear your throat and your mind before placing your fingers back on the keyboard. "Uhh, yeah! You just took me off guard is all. Hey, Verity! Nice to meet you." You greet politely, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Oh, I apologize then! It is a pleasure to meet you as well, [Name]!" Verity says in his voice scarily close to his lore accurate one. Dear god he knows your name. Of course he knows your name why wouldn't he? He does know everything after all! Your tense body then relaxes as you realized he probably just got that from your player tag name.

"Thanks! How about I take you with me?" You say, your character crouching down to be at more at eye level with Verity. "Yeah!" He exclaimed as you chuckle slightly. You then pick Verity up and start wondering off to a tree, beginning to break the wood.

As you do so, you wonder how come the voice seems so accurate to the actual voice of Verity. Did the voice actor voice some lines for this mod? No, they wouldn't have such direct answers to the questions you give. Did they use ai for the voice? Probably not, Verity's voice didn't have that robotic edge to each word. Also Verity's voice actor stated they're uncomfortable with that so the mod would have been taken down very quickly.

But then... how come it's so accurate? How come everything about this mod has been so accurate? How come he can actually hear? Nothing added up, and it was only making your head spin in a dizzying circle. You finishing chopping up the tree and then travel to another one, attempting to get enough wood to possibly build a house and a crafting table.

You then think for a moment. It's actually been awhile since you played Minecraft so it was nice to be back again. You hum as you finish cutting down another tree. You begin walking, trying to scout out a place to build your base. You eventually find a nice flat area to begin. You start mapping out the house a begging to build-- before you realize you just ran out of wood.

"Uhhh... Verity?" You say, bringing him out.

"Yessss?" He replies, his smile still wide.

"Do you... happen to know where any trees are?"

"There's three 40 blocks behind you!"

"Okay, thank you so much goat!" You say cheerfully as you turn around and spot the trees Verity taught you about. You can't help but feel a little stupid for not noticing the trees sooner... you supposed you could just pretend like you never asked that.

A day passed by and you finished building your house and as well built a furnace, crafting table, and a chest to go inside it. You went to the mines not too long ago and were planning to make a second trip there to acquire more materials.

You placed Verity atop your furnace as you crafted a new pickax and sword. "Do you live alone?" You almost jump at the sudden question from Verity. You soon get flash backs from ThatMob's video on Verity. You exit out of crafting and look to Verity. "Why do you wanna know?" You ask, turning your character to face him. "I'm just... curious." He responds, and you hesitate. This interaction then suddenly reminds you of just how true to the actual Verity video by Mob. Sometimes, you can't help but wonder if this is the real mod. You know its highly unlikely, after all, Verity is fictional... he doesn't actually exist... yet you can't help but wonder what will happen if you ask—

"Do you know who ThatMob is?" The words are suddenly blurted out of your mouth. You're shocked by your own words, not expecting to just suddenly ask such a question to him.

You see his smile immediately dissipate, like a string finally ripping after being dragged down by a heavy weight. Verity stares at you for a second. The silence is thick like fog, uncomfortable, almost disturbing.

"....You know him?" Verity's voice is monotonous, much like the voice he used with Mob when he told him the villagers were gone.

"I-I mean..." You stutter, backpedaling as you try to find an excuse to the question you just blurted out. "Yes! I mean- no! No.. I don't.. I've um, watched his videos before though! And I've... liked them... I wanted to uh- just... tell you about how much I like his horror mod videos!" You instantly try mark up an excuse as Verity continues to stare at you like he's attempting to burn a hole through your head.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach, almost as if they are making a desperate attempt to escape. You stare back into Verity's black beady eyes, practically begging he doesn't say anything further and that he'll somehow dismiss your sudden mentioning of.. Mob. However, in this moment, the realization hit you like a speeding truck. This was just an accurate attempt at mimicking the Verity mod... this was the Verity mod.

At this sudden revelation you feel like you need to get some water, take or break, or just something that will allow you to think!

"I see..!" Verity chirped unexpectedly as he forces a smile back onto his face. "Is that something you do in your free time then?" He asks, it appears he's holding himself together with only a few threads of string. You're somehow able to pick up on the sharp edge to each of his words, covered by a thin fabric of a cheerful facade.

You decide to play along, you didn't want him finding out you knew who came before you. "Uh, yeah! I do..." You squeezed a laugh out of your throat, somehow hoping it makes your words sound more convincing. "How about we just move on..." You say, going back to crafting.

"You didn't answer my question from earlier." Verity asks as you sigh. You were unsure if you should even answer that, given what he could do with the information. "I uh, I suppose I do live alone, yeah." You decide to say, moving the freshly crafted supplies into your inventory. You exit out of the crafting table once more.

"I'm going to go mining... would you like to join me?" You question, turning your character to the yellow smiling ball once more. "Sure!" He replies as you go ahead and pick him up. You take this moment of travel to think about what you plan to know now that you're aware you're probably dealing with the real Verity...

First off, is that why all of the videos on Verity were no where to be found because Mob never got the chance to post it before eventually dying? But if this was a world where Verity did exist how come he fell into your hands of all people? Wasn't it supposed to be Grox? Or possibly... something else? It was one huge mess, a complicated knot that you couldn't unravel.

But, the most important question of all stood in bold, clear letters:

What were you going to do?

If it's the second day playing this mod, this means the next day he's going to tell you that something is coming in three does once his hunger becomes too much to bear.

Maybe you can just… beg him to not eat you? Well, if he does eat you does that mean you also die in real life? You were aware that Mob survived by coming back when Verity turned into his monstrous form. Perhaps you can do the same thing? You better pray you’re able to do the same thing.

“Have you seen my baby… she’s not a dame nor a lady…” You mindlessly sing under your breath. You remember this song from it playing whenever Verity’s monster form is in close proximity to Mob, meaning it was about to attack him… You also remember Verity playing this for him when asked him to play him a song. If you recall... it's something he likes.

“Not in the way she walks, the way she talks.. or in the way she loves me—”

“What are you singing?” Verity cuts you off so sharply you flinch. You had forgotten he was still in your inventory. You take a moment to equip his form.

“O-Oh um.. just— a song I like.” You answer, the realization of the significance this song holds relating to Verity now sinking in. “I like that song too!” He beams, however you feel as though there’s something ominous lying behind his words.

“Ah! What a uh… what a coincidence!” You attempt to play it off as nothing but that, a coincidence.

Another day goes by in Minecraft. You pretty much spent your whole mining trip and way back thinking about what he’d say and possible solutions to deal with it. So, when your character gets up, you already expect to hear those words: “Something is coming in three days…” Verity says just liked you assumed.

“I know.” You say in a monotone manner and with barely any thought. “You.. know?” Verity repeats, confusion staining his tone. “Shit! I mean.. no! No I didn’t know! I uh..” You slipped up once again, you aren’t sure how many times you can keep doing this before he eventually catches on you know more than you should about him.

“What’s coming..?” You say even though you know all too well it’s him. “Something.” He repeats, and you simply sigh. “Alright.” You reply as you get some food from your chest.

“You don’t sound concerned.” The digital ball says, his grin now appearing far more sinister. A black hue settled between his eyes. “Should I be?” You ask, looking over to Verity sitting upon the crafting table next to your bed. “Yes.” He states with a rather straightforward tone.

“Okay..” You spoke, unsure of what else to say. It wasn’t like you weren’t concerned… of course you were, but you were aware nothing you did to prepare would stop him from tearing down your house to rip you apart.

A day passed and you could tell Verity was growing a puzzled with your odd behavior. While Verity did appreciate your lack of questioning when told not to go towards villages to the east when you asked him for the nearest village… You somehow ended up at the village simply because you sucked at directions. He recalls you repeating that almost fifteen times.

When passing through that empty village, you didn’t ask him what happened or even bother to stop in confusion. You just looted the chests and gardens, before moving on to something else. Your actions towards such matters were strikingly unusual. Not one player replied with such nonchalance towards the empty villages. All you did was apologize for going to the wrong village. “It’s… fine.” He replied, not sure how else to react. You seemed pleased with his answer, however.

“Why aren’t you preparing?” He questions, sounding genuinely confused. He sat on the top of one of the dirt blocks surrounding the garden you were currently building. You glance over at the smiling ball and shrug. “There really isn’t a point, nothing will really be able to stop ‘it’ anyway.” You let out a sigh, focusing back on your gardening.

“…How do you know that?” Verity’s voice dips into something far different than his usual optimistic tone.

That was probably the fourth crack in the glass concealing your true knowledge upon Verity and who came before you. You supposed you were never really good at keeping secrets.

“I just um.. assumed—”

“Is there something you’re not telling me, [Name]?”

It felt like the world around you suddenly stopped moving and instead collapsed in on itself. The bright sun’s rays suddenly seemed to dim just by his words alone. Slowly, you turned to look at Verity once more.

“What..?”

“Do you know something that I don’t?”

“I don’t… understand.”

The feeling of dread crept up your shoulders. Butterflies fluttered beneath your ribs and you felt your throat close in.

“You’ve been saying and doing strange things… familiar things… it’s like you’ve met me before. But I’m sure that we’ve never met— it’s.. odd.”

He gazed at you. It was like he was calculating your every move.

“You know something, don’t you?”

“Okay! Okay.. just.. wait.” You huff before rubbing your eyes. “What do you think I know?” You start, watching as Verity’s expression shifts from his typical smile to an expression far more unreadable.

“I’m not sure, that’s why I’m asking you. What do you know?” Verity replied making a slight groan leave you.

“I-I don’t think I should tell you…” You stumble over your words as Verity just stares at you through the veil of the computer screen.

His silence is practically eating you whole. The black of his eyes made something ache within you in an incredibly unpleasant way. It felt like your intestines were swirling into one big knot.

“Can we just… move on from this? Please? I um.. how about we go pick out some flowers or build you a little room, or something…? How does that sound?” You ask, yet you’re slightly apprehensive. You watch Verity, anticipating his next move.

“…Alright!” He suddenly replies which causes you to let out a relieved sigh.

“Okay then, come on let’s go.” You say, picking him up. “Can you tell me where the nearest flowers are?” You inquire as the coded grass crunches beneath your Minecraft character’s feet.

And to which, he does.

It took minutes to finally calm Verity down, his sobs quieting, his shoulders no longer shaking. His breathing was ragged, stuttering a breath every few minutes. You stayed there on the floor, caressing his back, your thoughts racing in your mind.

What did he mean by "he"? Who was "he?" Why did he freak out and grab your jaw? Did he think you hurt yourself? No, nothing is making any sense. And as much as you tried to piece this jumbled puzzle together, the parts just kept getting messier and messier.

The only way you could get the answers is from the AI himself. But... Would he even be willing to speak about the horrors he endured?

"Verity?" You asked softly, your voice cutting through his sniffles. "Yeah..?" He asked shakily, face still buried in the crook of your neck, his grip still as tight as earlier. "Can we move to the couch? My back is hurting from the floor..." You asked softly, keeping your voice low and gentle. "Oh, right... Of course," Verity got off of you, standing on shaky legs. He lent you a hand, helping you onto your own legs.

The height difference between you two was now prominent - he was easily around 6'5", and was well built. No wonder he felt heavy. "Come on," you softly urged, guiding the humanoid AI towards the couch by the fire place. The gleam of metal caught your eye, but you ignored it. You could pick up the gun later - after you help Verity with whatever is happening to him.

He's helped you so much in the past, now it was your turn to help him.

The cushions dipped as the two of you sat down, Verity sitting awfully close to you, almost as if he couldn't bare to be separated from you. A moment of silence stretched between the two of you, only the sound of the fire crackling and your breathing audible.

After composing your thoughts and how to approach this, you turned your head to look at him. His eyes were downcast to his hands, staring at them as if something was there, as if something was staining them. You couldn't see his vision, couldn't see the blood all over his finger tips.

The bang that rang out, the thud of a body hitting the floor...

The horrible sight of Mob's eyes lifeless and dull, just staring back at him, blaming him for this decision...

He didn't want this... He didn't...

"Verity..."

He didn't want any of this! He didn't want to be torn apart again and again and aga—

Smaller hands clasped his own, breaking his mind from the spiral. He stared down at your hands, noticing the difference in them. How small yours were compared to his own, the small scars from gathering resources with your bare hands.

"Verity," you spoke, softly yet sternly, watching as his head lifted. He turned to look at you, his eyes still haunted, gleaming with new tears. Whatever happened, it was eating him alive. And it hurt you to see him like this. "I know it's not my place to demand this but.."

"Why did you panic when I showed you the gun?" The question rang in his mind like tenitis, a constant buzz that refused to quell. He couldn't tell you, he couldn't. The cycle would repeat itself, you'd try to leave, and he'd have to... He'd have to...

He couldn't, he didn't want to. You were the next best thing he had, a ray of hope since Mob, since he had been created. Slowly, he shook his head, eyebrows furrowing together. "I... I can't..." Verity whispered hoarsely, sounding so... Human, emotions running deep in his voice.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, your thumbs absentmindedly rubbing little circles along the skin of his hand, encouraging him to continue. "If I do, you'll hate me... And the cycle will just continue..."

"I could never hate you, Ver," you spoke softly in reassurance, your heart breaking. What happened to him? He smiled sadly, his darkened eyes meeting yours once more. "They told me that, too... They all did, and in the end, they..." He took a shuddering breath. "I..."

Feeling your hand move from his own, he acted on impulse. Grabbing your wrist in a desperate grip, you froze for a moment. "I wasn't pulling away," you said softly, allowing his grip to stay on your wrist. "I was going to wipe your tears..." It was then he realized he was crying again.

Slowly, Verity released your wrist. He could feel your fingers brushing against his cheek, wiping away the remnants of the tears that dripped down, the grief, the sorrow, the rage, all packed into one.

He would never admit it out loud, but he was truly terrified of you leaving him. This dance of running, of feeling useful and then his previous handlers trying to run and escape, it was exhausting. And when he was with Mob, everything felt... Good, like the cycle was breaking. Only for it to end in ways he'd never imagine.

But with you, with your kindness, the way you truly acted even as he said things he wasn't supposed to know about you, it gave him another sense of hope. A ray of light shining into this dark abyss of his mind, a calm of the raging tide. Perhaps...

Perhaps with you, everything would be okay..."I... I was never made in Minecraft," Verity began, his hands fidgeting with your own; caressing your wrist, rubbing the back of your hand. Anything to keep him grounded. "I... I was made when the internet first came to be - a helper in a game, a paperclip, a little assistant in the corner..."

He took a shaky breath, and you encouraged him by gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. He slowly leaned into the touch, as if afraid if he seeked for more, you'd pull away. But you've proven time and time again that you wouldn't. "I've been alive for more than 100 years, been bounced between games... I've witnessed corners of the internet appear and disappear, and I've been with different people before you.."

"People like me for when I'm useful, but the moment I'm not, they... They skip me, they toss me aside the minute I can't help..." His shoulders shook as he tried desperately not to cry again. Reliving these thoughts, the very same he shared with him... It was terrifying. But something urged him to continue.

Verity looked down at your hand in his, and with a deep breath, he continued shakily. "My code has been torn apart and put back together countless times that I'm tired of the same dance... I want to matter to people, to be helpful, to be..."

"To be their personal helper friend?" You asked softly, finishing his sentence. He nodded his head slowly, gritting his teeth. "No matter what I did, I was always deemed useless... And then, I got put in Minecraft, and I was useful again."

"I got to help people, help them find diamonds, help them beat the game... But in the end, they all tried to leave me... And I... I couldn't let that happened," he slowly lifted his head and looked at you once more, his expression filled with nothing but sadness. "And then I met him... Mob, the person who had me before you... You remind me a lot of him actually," he laughed sadly.

"The way you're kind, how you interact with me... But then he ignored my warnings of the village... And I..." He shakily breathed, turning away once more. "I'm a monster - I have a second form... And it's always hungry. I tried to warn him, but he didn't listen... And then he came back for me, and no one ever does that..."

Tears began falling once again, his voice hoarse as he continued. "But everything went fucking downhill from there! He... I-I showed him where I was from, and o-once he knew he couldn't get rid of me, he took a gun and he..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, breaking down and crying again. Crying from the guilt, the anguish, the pain.

You stared at him - not in horror, but in empathy, in pity. This poor, sweet AI who has been through so much just wanted someone to stay, to stick with him... To matter.

A part of you understood the longing, the desperation to have people stay by your side. And with the revelation of the gun...No wonder he was afraid. He thought you were going to kill yourself...

"Oh, Verity..." You whispered softly. You pulled your hands back, only to wrap them around his shoulders. You pulled him into a tight hug, which he immediately reciprocated, sobbing into your shoulder. You rubbed his back, resting your head on top of his.

"I'll never leave you, Verity," you said reassured. "You'll never feel like a burden with me, for you're someone I genuinely care about..." Verity sobbed harder at that. "And you're so strong for dealing with this for so long... I'll stay by your side, Verity, this I swear..." He sniffled into your shoulder.

"E...even if it means I can go into your browser, your phone?" He asked softly, tiredly. It sounded as if he was waiting for rejection, waiting for the cycle to repeat. You wouldn't let that happen. "It would make it easier to bring you around, wouldn't it?" You asked softly. "Especially on days where I feel too tired to play, you can simply go onto my phone, and we can chill there..."

Verity couldn't believe it. After over a hundred years of suffering, of being cast aside and left alone, he found someone who understood, who was willing to stay by his side, even after learning about his past, about what he was.

He leaned further into you, and slowly, you adjusted, leaning back against the tall armrest of the couch. You pulled him closer, rubbing his back. Verity closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the sensation.

He finally found someone he belonged to, he finally found someone who wouldn't cast him aside.

A loop, person to person.

World to world.

Server to server.

No matter what he does, no matter what he says, not matter how he tries to warn people, the outcomes are always the same.

Abandoned, left alone to rot.

Over a hundred years old, and he can't even die. What a joke life was. A deep, aching sadness etched itself into his very spherical being as he was once again transported to yet another box.

Another world. He didn't know what could possibly await him.

What other torments could await...

"Hello? Anyone there?" He called out, hearing footsteps approaching the box he was in. "Can someone let me out? Please?"

How many times does he have to repeat the same questions?

The box lifted up into the air like it did a hundred times, maybe even a thousand. It disappeared into a puff of smoke, and down he fell, bouncing once, twice, three times before stopping.

"Hello! I'm Verity, your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" He greeted with that smile on his face, wide and unassuming. Just like he did with everyone else...

Just like he did with Mob.

"Verity, huh?" You asked, crouching down to examine the yellow ball. "That's a neat name," you offered him a smile. His eyes widened just a little. You... Weren't freaked out? Weren't weirded out?

"Why thank you, [name]!" He cheerily responded. He watched as your eyes widened momentarily, surprise flashing along your face along with some hint of skepticism. It seemed it was happening again.. again and again, and again!

Yet, that's not what was happening with you. You weren't weirded out by him, no. You read the description when you downloaded this mod, you just didn't expect it to know your name. It was... A little odd, and frightening. But after every other horror mod you tried, this was far more tame.

"Well, the description certainly wasn't lying," you broke the silence, a wide smile reappearing once again. You reached your empty hand out and picked him up, holding him gently in your palm. "Now, let's get started on my world, shall we, Verity?"

"Alright!"

Things certainly were different, that was for sure. While others would have used and abused him for diamonds, for free items, anything, you didn't.

You sat him down on your bed of all things, and built your base around him. You asked him directions of biomes for wood types, yes, but you always thanked him with sincerity. You asked his opinions, valued his help whenever he offered it, and never once did you yell at him or tell him to go away.

If anything, you only asked if he could move to a corner so you could make a spot just for him. You were different. You weren't mean, didn't skip over him, didn't find him annoying or useless. You found him helpful, endearing even.

You were... Different.

"So," you began as you finally set down the final window pane. The base was fully furnished, furnaces stocked, chests sorted with his help. Everything you needed to do was done. "What shall we do next?" You asked, hands on your hips as you looked down at Verity.

You had built him a small pedestal with carpets, a singular torch, and railings. Almost like his own makeshift bed.

"Well, you could farm for some more diamonds! The coordinates are negative six hundred fifty-" you held your hand up, stopping his ramblings. What? What were you doing? Why are you silencing him?

"I could, but I'd rather find it on my own!" You said with a grin. "That's the fun, is it not?" You walked towards your chest and opened it up, pulling out a pickaxe, and your set of iron armour. It clinked as you set it in place, and rustled with every step you took.

Walking back over to Verity, you picked him up and set him in your bag, the top of the satchel open, allowing him to see as you walked. He hummed. This was a change he could get used to. A warm, dark feeling began creeping into his body, his smile widening just a smidge.

You were different. He couldn't let you go, he wouldn't.

You weren't going to leave him like everyone else,

• When he does realise, his immediate reaction is worry.

• Riddle doesn't have many close friends. And the ones he does have, he's scared to lose. That includes you, even if he now knows his feelings for you are beyond platonic friendship. You are still important to him as a friend, too, and he doesn't want to lose that.

• Once he realises his crush, his behaviour does absolutely change around you. I don't necessarily see him as the tsundere type? But he will be very easily embarrassed by small acts of kindness or really anything that shows you care about him. He may even attempt to distance himself a bit, because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you.

• As for whether he'd confess, I think he ultimately would, but he'd agonise over it quite a bit.

• Like I already said, he doesn't want to lose you. Even if his feelings aren't returned, he would want to stay friends, and he wouldn't want things to change between you two either. For this reason, he put off being honest about his feelings for quite a while; but ultimately came to the conclusion that he had to.

• It came down to Riddle thinking it would be unfair to keep it from you. He feels guilty for "lying," in a way, and ends up getting it out there just because he thinks you deserve to know, rather than because he truly thinks you'll reciprocate.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona's difficult. About everything

• Something in him knew he felt a certain type of way about you a very long time ago, but it took him a lot longer to admit that to himself, even longer to even think of admitting it to anyone else.

• His first strategy is to ignore you, as well as his feelings for you, thinking that if it's just a meaningless crush, it'll go away. When it doesn't, he'll spend a good while sulking and angsting about it in bed.

• When he finally comes to terms with it, his behaviour is kind of confusing. Hear me out: I think he fumbles, but in the way that he overthinks, so goddamn much.

• It's very difficult to just have a conversation with this man post-him accepting his feelings for you, because every time he speaks to you, he's over-analysing every word that comes out of your mouth, turning it over a million times in his head before arriving at the "best" conclusion as to what to do next. The problem with this is that it just makes him come across as very strange.

• Nothing he says is natural or seems like a normal response, or something that should come out of his mouth. It's like he's committed to a 4d chess game thinking you're on the same wavelength while you are playing checkers.

• He's also fully aware of how embarrassing every interaction with you is for him and beats himself up over it relentlessly. Sometimes Ruggie will give him a look as if to say "are you good man? what was that?" and Leona wants to disappear.

• Would he confess? I'm honestly not sure - leaning towards no. Leona is a person so full of self-loathing that I think he's more likely to resign himself to pining from a distance, with the reasoning that he feels you shouldn't have to put up with him and his plethora of issues.

• I can, however, see him confessing for a similar reason to Riddle - because he thinks you deserve to just know. I also think he might confess if he thinks that it might be his last chance to do so at any point, if that makes sense.

• Honestly just take the initiative and confess to him yourself. It's so much easier.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• So, unfortunately for you, Azul on his own is kind of hopeless with a crush. But, unfortunately for him, Azul is not on his own!

• Azul is actually pretty decent at hiding his feelings for you behind a poker-face, but he can only pass it off to people who don't know him well. Jade and Floyd know him very well.

• They're extremely unhelpful at first and do nothing but embarrass him. They don't directly say anything about it to you, but Jade gives you both knowing looks whenever he sees Azul speaking to you, and Floyd has made sneaky little remarks about it in front of you in the past, which he thinks is funny to do because it always makes Azul flail in trying to shut him up.

• They start taking it more seriously over time when they start realising that Azul really doesn't plan to do anything about his feelings.

• He's insecure, absolutely riddled with self-doubt, and as childish as it may sound, he is scared of being laughed at. Of coming to you with his feelings and being made a laughingstock, treated the same way by you as he was by his peers when he was a child.

• This basically answers the question of whether or not he would confess: No. Absolutely not.

• That is, for the time being. Like I said, he isn't alone.

• Jade and Floyd won't actually sit him down and have a heartfelt conversation about this with him, that's not really how their dynamic is. However, they will start actively trying to set the two of you up. Literally "Jade asking Azul to meet him at a specific time while Floyd does the same to you, only for neither of them to show up and you and Azul are alone together" type schemes going on here.

• It's mostly just endless ploys to get the two of you alone together to just, talk. In the hopes that, eventually, Azul will become comfortable enough with you to let his guard down and finally just tell you. They are sincerely trying to help.

• Time is running out though, because if Azul doesn't do it soon, Floyd might get bored and tell you instead.

KALIM AL-ASIM

• Kalim is also going to take a while to realise he has a crush on you. Jamil might actually have to tell him, because he's likely to start doing kind of romantic things with you (i.e holding hands, calling you beautiful, buying you very expensive gifts) without really seeing any of it as romantic. Once he's told, it all clicks in his head, and he comes to terms with it very easily.

• Too easily, in fact.

• Kalim's biggest problem is that he is going to come off way too strong, way too fast. And Jamil is going to have to be the one to listen to him go on about it and try to give him advice.

• Kalim's notes so far on what not to do (from experience):

• Do not skip everything and jump straight to marriage. He just thought it would be the quickest, most efficient, most romantic declaration of his love! To tell you that he wants to be together forever. But marriage is, of course, a process that could potentially uproot your entire life, and is a big step forward even for couples who have been together for years. So perhaps it shouldn't be the first step. He didn't return the ring though, just in case he gets to use it in the future.

• Don't tell people you are dating when neither of you have even asked the other out. He just thought it was obvious that you both liked each other, so he assumed that meant you were dating. He did end up referring to you as his "partner" to quite a few people though, so he had to correct that.

• No pet names, no extravagant gestures, and no absurdly expensive gifts. "Just don't come off too strong in general," was what Jamil said. "You'll scare them off."

• Eventually, he will settle down and give you a normal, toned-down confession. Ignore the fireworks that go off right after. He definitely did not order those.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• Vil's situation is still a bit complicated, but he's far less awkward about the whole thing than a lot of the others on this list. He's actually just a pretty normal guy with a crush.

• Firstly, his demeanour doesn't change much. He won't get shy around you, if anything he gets far bolder, and I do absolutely see him as the type to flirt. He'd like it if he can get a flirty banter dynamic going with you before anything becomes official.

• Secondly, I think he might be prone to jealousy, and unfortunately he can get pretty nasty about it. I think he'd act quite petty if he noticed you getting a bit too close to someone else, or worse, if you actually had a date.

• Don't get me wrong, he does just want you to be happy. But some selfish part in him wants to be the reason you're happy, rather than some other student who he likely sees as an overall inferior option for you compared to himself. His logic is that you deserve only the best in life - and it doesn't get much better than Vil Schoenheit, does it?

• All of that being said, when he decides to finally be forthcoming with you about his feelings, he will respect your choice. Especially because he's actually kind of worried too.

• He is a world-famous celebrity. And he's completely straightforward with you, about the media attention you would receive if your relationship was to go public, about the potential backlash, the stress, all of it.

• Even if the feelings are mutual, he wants you to be very sure of your decision beyond just that and for you to understand the risks involved. He might even tell you to take a bit more time to think it over.

IDIA SHROUD

• Oh god oh no, oh Seven oh fuck

• Predictably not even remotely chill about it at all.

• Idia actively hides from you. He just knows he can't speak to you because every time he does, he says or does something so embarrassing and cringeworthy that he's going to lay awake at night thinking about.

• I do think he kind of stalks you though. He doesn't creep on you in your room or anything, but he'll use the cameras he has set up all over Sage Island to just... keep an eye on you sometimes. Yes, he is aware that this is creepy, even Ortho says so, and he feels bad about it. But he just likes to look at you.

• He ends up treating you like some kind of un-attainable goal. He fantasises about being in a relationship with you in a similar way to how one would with fictional characters or celebrities; he's aware it will always remain as just a fantasy, something he can never have in the real world, and he's okay with that. He thinks he is, at least.

• He does talk about you to Ortho quite often. Ortho is the only person he can talk to about stuff like this. And of course, his little brother is supportive, telling him to just go for it, because he never knows what might happen!

• But he won't. He can't.

• He's a Shroud. His life already has a predetermined path. He'll work at S.T.Y.X, hidden away from the rest of the world, fulfilling his family's duty until he dies and passes the burden onto the future generation. If he were to enter a relationship with someone or potentially marry them, they would have to share that existence with him. It feels like too much to ask of anyone. So he just won't.

• I don't think he'd ever confess.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus is afraid of losing you. He's afraid of losing a friend, and afraid of losing a lover, whether it be because he does something wrong or because your life will inevitably come to an end long before his will.

• He's another one who flirts quite brazenly, though behind the scenes I can see him having a crisis over this. He wants to tell you, he has to tell you, but there are a lot of things he needs to come to terms with first. Not the least of which is that he will have to watch you age and die.

• He considers for a moment, if it would be kinder on his heart to never let your relationship blossom into something more. But he can't imagine living the rest of his long life thinking of you as something that could've been.

• He thinks of Lilia, who took in a human son. He must have been aware of how short the lives of humans are, and how little time he would have to spend with Silver. But he did it anyway, fully aware of the suffering he will face once the time comes for Silver to pass. Why? He spends a long time agonising over the question.

• Why let love into your life when you know it will only last a short duration, and ultimately leave you heartbroken?

• Lilia and Silver also answer this question for him. Because the people you love leave an impact far beyond the amount of time they remain in your life for. They leave behind memories and lingering feelings of love and joy, and things you've learned from loving them.

• And when he remembers you far into the future, he'd prefer to feel that bittersweet happiness, rather than regret and longing over what he never had the guts to pursue.

What word could describe the way you felt right now?

Furious?

Sure, but that wasn’t strong enough.

Exasperated?

You were surely at your wits end, but still no.

Fuming?

Nope, still not right.

That’s what you were pondering as you trudged back to the mansion.

Wrathful.

That was the word you were looking for.

Unfortunately, finding the word to describe how you were feeling did nothing to quell the fire that was raging through your body.

Most people just quit their jobs when they hate them, but that wasn’t really an option for you. What you did couldn’t even really be described as a job, could it? You weren’t getting paid and you sure as hell never applied for it. Your situation was more akin to getting trapped like prey in a spider’s web. Once you’re in, there’s no way out.

Your fingers clawed at the symbol that marred the skin on your wrist. It wasn’t a tattoo, nor a brand, it was something unnatural. Something you never had the hopes of getting rid of.

It wasn’t like you were the only one. Although, having others in the same situation didn’t bring you much comfort. While no one truly chose to be a proxy for Slenderman, some people didn’t mind it as much as others. Really, no one minded as much as you did. You definitely had a much stronger disdain for your line of work than the others. That you were sure of.

Almost as if he could sense your reluctance to carry out your “tasks”, ol’ Slendy would just give you jobs that were even worse. Like your job today: kill three virgins and tack their lungs to three different trees in the woods to make a triangle.

Right. Of course. Whatever that fucking means. Does he have any idea how hard it was to find virgins that aren’t children this day and age?

Probably. That’s why he asked.

Although, he didn’t actually ask you. He never actually speaks to you or any of the proxies. His commands come to you like a thought in your head, one that you know didn’t come from you.

From start to finish, everything about this day had been so fucking infuriating. There wasn’t any milk in the fridge for your cereal this morning because whichever fucker used it last didn’t bother to throw away the jug. Slenderman sent you on a stupid fuckass mission. Not to mention, one of the stupid bitches you killed ripped your favorite shirt, but the real icing on the cake was definitely the heavy rain assaulting you on your way back.

You wanted nothing more right now than to talk to one person, and that was Jack. You were definitely due for a rant session.

Despite his unusual diet, Jack was actually one of the chillest people in the mansion. You often came to him whenever you needed to vent. As long as he wasn’t hungry, he was a pretty reasonable guy.

Unlike some of the other wackos, it was just… easy to be around Jack. You considered him your closest friend. He was one of the only other people in the mansion that, as long as he wasn’t in a feeding frenzy, shared a disdain for killing the way you did. Sure, you had other friends, but… this was the type of thing you couldn’t talk to them about. They just didn’t get it.

You finally made it back, opening the doors of the mansion, trying not to spit venom at whoever had the misfortune of being the first person you saw.

You dripped water on the floor as you came in, looking like a wet dog. You groaned as you took off your soaked boots. You didn’t need to add falling on your ass to the list of shit that was pissing you off today.

Nina and Clockwork were sitting in the living room, watching some mindless reality tv show. Clockwork looked hella bored and you just knew Nina had roped her into watching it with her.

They looked up when you entered the room. “Hello… lovely.” Nina smiled placatingly, knowing better than to ask.

“Hi, darling.” You managed a smile. “Have either of you seen Jack?” You tried to make your voice sound as minimally strained as possible.

“He just walked into the kitchen a minute ago.” Clockwork pointed to the kitchen doors. “Not sure if you wanna witness that though.” She snorted.

“Thanks.” You immediately headed to the kitchen, pushing open the swinging doors. You could handle seeing Jack eat. Wouldn’t be the first time.

You saw Jeff and Ben over at the table, playing some stupid board game the two of them had been obsessed with for the last two weeks. They must’ve just started the game because they weren’t yelling yet.

Jack was over by his fridge. Yes, his fridge. The other creeps banned him from using the same fridge as everyone else. He stiffened as soon as you entered the room.

You waltzed over to Jack. “You’ll never fucking believe-” you were cut short as Jack ducked his head down and walked out of the kitchen without saying a word to you.

Oh great, so it’s gonna be one of those days.

You clenched your fists hard, nails digging into your palms, as you watched Jack exit without even acknowledging you. This wasn’t the first time he had done this, but today you had already had your full tolerance of bullshit. Why the fuck did he have to be doing this today of all days? You were so pissed off you felt like you were going to cry, which only pissed you off more because of how pathetic it felt.

Jeff and Ben tried to hold back their laughter. Well, as much as those two could really. That only increased your rage, turning around to glare at the two. You turned away quickly, stopping the tears before anyone would have the chance to see you cry.

This was so not cool. What the fuck was everyone’s problem? No, really, what the fuck was Jack’s problem? He was such a good friend to you 99% of the time but then he’d just randomly pull this bullshit.

You stormed out of the kitchen just in time to see him going up the stairs.

“What the fuck is your issue?!” You yelled at him, only for him to keep going, without even bothering to turn around and look at you.

You were seething, your rage barely contained. The least he could’ve done was look at you. You were so mad you could rip out someone’s throat, even though doing such a thing was the original source of your rage.

All you wanted to do was vent to your closest friend. Was that too much to fucking ask for? For all the bullshit you endure in this hellhole did you not deserve a singular source of solace?

“He avoiding you again?” Clockwork’s voice broke you out of your ire.

“Must be one of his ‘I hate women’ days.” Nina said sardonically, her eyes not leaving the TV screen.

“But he wasn’t avoiding either of you was he?!” You snapped, not really at them but more so generally. Luckily, no one in this house batted an eye at snarky tones or shitty attitudes.

Clockwork leaned over the arm of the couch, closer to you. “Well no, but you know how he gets.”

“He does do it to us sometimes too.” Nina added, pausing the TV so they wouldn’t miss any more of the reality show, much to Clockwork’s disdain.

“You just notice it more cause you’re around him more often.” Clockwork rested her face on her hand.

“Way more often.” Nina emphasized with a playful smirk.

You ignored the comment. Your head was spinning trying to decipher the meaning behind his actions. What was triggering this kind of behavior from him? It was totally random.

“If it bothers you so much why don’t you try asking him?” Nina asked. “When he stops ignoring you that is.” She breathed out a laugh.

“I have. He fucking dodges the subject. He always just gives me that dog with its tail between its leg act and apologizes over and over. He keeps that up until I start to feel guilty for asking and give up.”

“Well, sounds like you’ve done all you can!” Nina says, hitting play on the TV again. Clockwork groaned.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks guys.” You scoffed.

Well, nothing better to do now than go to your room and fume. You trudged up the stairs and down the hallway, passing Jack’s room to get to your own.

You glanced back at his door, rage bubbling within you again. That fucker was just sitting in his room, avoiding talking to you, for absolutely no reason.

Some friend he was. If he wasn’t even going to be there for you when you really needed it could you even call him your friend?

No, he wasn’t your friend. He didn’t even deserve to be your friend. He needed to know that.

You started rushing towards his door. You had some words trapped in your throat that you knew you’d regret later, but right now you really couldn’t care less. You wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt you.

Your hand flew to the doorknob, yanking open his door without the slightest thought to knock.

“You think it’s funny to ignore me or something?!” You slammed the door behind you.

His was sitting at his desk, his eyes wide. He definitely hadn’t expected you to just barge in like that. He quickly regained his composure, not moving from his spot.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked calmly, but his tone still strained with unease.

“You think you can just walk away from me like that? Why the fuck are you acting like this? I want answers.” You demanded, angrily waving your arms.

“Calm down.” He stood up from his chair.

“Fuck you! Don’t tell me to fucking calm down. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He grabbed your arm, trying to get you to stop swinging your arms around before you hurt yourself. “Hey-“

You yanked your arm back. “Don’t fucking put your hands on me! I deserve an explanation on why you randomly get to be an asshole to me!”

“Listen.” His tone was firm. “I’ll explain it to you later but right now you need to go.”

“That’s what you always say!” You spat back, inching closer to him. “I’m sick and tired of hearing vague excuses!”

You knew you should stop, but you couldn’t. You wanted to let the rage propel you, let it erupt from you like a volcano.

“Hey, I’m ser-”

“-If you fucking hate my guts just say that!” You yelled, cutting him off.

Suddenly, you were stilled, his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t say stupid shit like that. I don’t hate you. Are you dense?”

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could he cut you off.

“Last chance. Just listen to what I tell you and leave.” His tone was low and deeper than anything you’d heard from him before. It was enough to make you a little scared of him. Towering over you like this, it was like you suddenly remembered he was half demon.

The shock showed on your face. He immediately took his hands off you, taking a deep breath. Then, he jolted like that was a mistake, clasping his hand over his mouth and nose.

“Get out of here. Now.” He commanded, his voice dropping to a low demonic sounding growl. “Walk. Don’t run. You’ll only make me want to chase you.”

His words had shifted you. You were no longer angry, only worried about him. You could sense there was something bigger going on.

“Jack, I just want to know what’s going on with you.” You gently reached out to touch him.

Of course, it had to be you. If it had been any of the other girls in the mansion he probably would’ve been able to control himself, even in this close proximity. Not you though.

The next moment was a blur, too fast for you to even comprehend what happened. You had been yanked from the wall somehow, and were now on Jack’s bed, with him on top of you.

“You really want to know that badly?” He had a wolfish smile on his face. “You’re about to find out.”

You felt a deep heat settle in your stomach. It would be a lie to say you’d never thought of Jack in an intimate way. The position you were in, the tone of his voice, and that look he gave you were all sending electricity straight to your core.

He leaned down, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. He was so close. The simple act held more intimacy than anything you two had ever done together. Heat rushed through your body like a fever.

“I’ll bet you don’t even realize.” He mumbled into your neck before pulling away to take your mouth, hungrily. His tongue slipped in almost immediately, the warmth of him spreading throughout your mouth.

You were floating in a state of confusion right now. You’d quietly decided early on in your friendship that it would probably be better to just stay friends with Jack. Taking things further would only complicate things, that’s what you’ve always told yourself. But your resolve was crumbling as his hands ran along your waist. He was reigniting the feelings you had for him that you’d suppressed long ago. He deepened the kiss further. It was like he was devouring you. A low growl erupted from his throat as he completely overtook your mouth.

He pulled away, leaving you panting while he pushed your top up, taking your bra with it, allowing your chest to spill out. You gasped when he started palming your chest, putting a little extra pressure on your nipples. “You don’t even realize how much effort I put into controlling myself around you.”

Your body jolted and a little squeak escaped you. “Jack, I-”

“-No you really don’t get it. I can tell you don’t.” He sounded breathless and almost frantic. He pressed his thumbs down on your sensitive nipples, causing you to yelp. “You’ll come in here at night, wearing the tiniest pair of shorts, and ask to watch a goddamn movie with me in my bed without a second thought.”

You didn’t have anything to say to that. It was true. Well, half true. You definitely knew what you were doing when you came into his room in your tiniest pair of sleep shorts asking to watch a movie. So, maybe you were being a bit of tease with him sometimes. Even after you’d decided to just be friends there was always a bit of unresolved sexual tension between you and Jack. Sometimes you’d see what you could do to push his buttons, seeing if he’d make a move.

You hadn’t realized it affected him this much.

He pushed your skirt up, hooking his finger into your panties right where they sat over your cunt. He tried yanking them down, seemingly attempting to do so with a bit of restraint, and yet the fabric ripped before they got even halfway down your thighs. He growled, tossing the tattered fabric to the side.

He pushed your thighs apart, revealing your cunt, which was already dripping wet, laughably so. “That’s all it takes to rile you up?”

Your face felt hot with embarrassment, but you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him right now.

He took a deep breath, breathing in your scent, not even leaning down towards your heat. He let out another deep growl, his sharp toothed smile grew wider, like a shark that smelled blood in the water. The look of raw desire on his face only made your clit throb.

His breathing was getting heavier, and you could see the way his body was practically trembling with need. You were sending him into a frenzy.

He sunk his fingers into your hair at the back of your head, yanking down to force you to look up at him. “All the fucking time, it’s like you’re doing all you can to tempt me.” His voice sounded almost pained, like he was fighting to restrain himself right now.

You felt a bit guilty now, hearing how distressed you’d made him. “Jack… I never meant to… er, I just didn’t realize…” Your pathetic attempt at an explanation came out shaky, proving how weak you were for him already.

He cupped your cunt, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, your body arching towards him. He was keenly watching each reaction from you, his non-existent gaze piercing through you. Then he started to move his hand, adding a bit more pressure. You started to let out soft moans, sensing his agitation increase with each sound from you.

He continued his manic rant, the desperation thick in his voice. “And every time you’re ovulating I can smell you. I can fucking smell you.” His voice was a low grit. “And it’s like I can fucking feel you.”

That comment earned a sharp gasp from you. That certainly wasn’t an ability you were aware of him having.

“And I tried- I fucking tried- I tried to control myself around you because I didn’t want to fucking hurt you.”

He truly had tried his best to keep it from you. In fact, you weren’t the only one he could smell. On its own, it wasn’t entirely overpowering. He could fight it, but it was an annoyance. He’d usually just opt for leaving the room at his earliest convenience. That was with any girl, though.

With you specifically, the instinct combined with his already existing feelings for you, making it almost unbearable. That’s why he’d always leave the room so quickly. Just being around you for more than a minute or two would awaken something feral in him, and even if he got out fast he’d still have to go to his room and cool himself down. Sometimes it’d take hours… and a whole box of tissues.

He moved to your clit, rubbing little circles around it with his fingertips. Your moans increased, hanging onto every word he said.

“But your dumb little brain can’t comprehend that can it?” He moved his hand out of your hair to grab your face, forcing you to come closer to him as he slipped a finger into you. “No. No, you’re just that fucking needy that you couldn’t stand not being with me for one day.” His face was so close to yours you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips.

Your face burned with embarrassment. There was nothing you could say to him that would make you feel less pathetic. You did need him. He was the first person you wanted when you were upset, the one who could make it all better.

He slipped another finger in, causing you to moan out. “Ohhh, I know.” He cooed. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He started to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to press on your g-spot each time. “Huh? You needed your best friend to finger fuck your sloppy little cunt?”

You felt your stomach tightening, your moans becoming whinier. You were proving you were just as needy as he said you were. You gripped his bicep, panting heavily, getting breathier and breathier as the tension built.

You locked your eyes with his lack of eyes, whimpering pathetically, trying to communicate your need to him. “Jack… I can’t…!” You whined.

“Ohhhh, I know baby. I know.” Somehow he was being cruel and sweet at the same time, and the pet name was only making your stomach fill with more warmth.

“I’ll let you come for me. Even though you don’t deserve it. Even though I know you’ve teasing me on purpose.”

Even though you could tell he was pissed, you couldn’t find even the tiniest bit of remorse for your actions inside you. This was so fucking good. This was what you craved, what you needed from him, especially on a day like today. All the tension in your body was draining out, collecting deep in your stomach instead.

“Mm… there it is. Just like that, baby.” Jack groaned as you came hard around his fingers. Your cunt squeezed him so perfectly and god, the way you gushed around him. He just had to taste you.

He slowly pulled his fingers out once you were done, bringing them to his mouth. Once he got just the smallest taste, it was like something deep inside him had shifted. His entire demeanor changed, no longer teasing and cruel. Your essence was like a drug coursing through his body, all going to one place. He licked and sucked at his fingers until they were clean, like he couldn’t get enough. His cock throbbed hard in his sweatpants.

Instincts were the only thing driving him now, and he had one thought ringing in his mind. The distinct taste of you while you were ovulating had awoken something in him, something in the part of him that wasn’t human anymore. It induced an all consuming need in him, like a cat going into heat.

He had to take a deep breath. Right now he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock right up against your cervix and breed you until he’d shoot blanks. But Jack knew he was big, and he’d tear a little human like you apart if he didn’t break you in first.

Sensing his shift, you tried to speak, attempting to keep your voice from shaking too much. “Jack…?”

Your voice was like heaven entering his ears. He could already imagine all the sounds you’d make when he filled you over and over… and the way your lovely voice would sound singing a lullaby to his child.

He ran his hands up your body, thrumming with excitement. He was practically vibrating. His mind was soaring and yet, every single thought was the same. He ran his hands over your soft breasts, imagining how perfect they’d be for nursing his child. He slid his hands down to your wide hips, thinking of how well they’d bear children. Finally, he moved his hand over your stomach, picturing the womb that lied there, and how he was going to fill it over and over tonight.

You’d never seen him act like this. “Jack… you’re kinda scaring me.”

His face lifted up to look at you, those empty sockets somehow boring holes through you. He cupped your face. “No, no, no, no… no need to be scared.” The tone of his voice completely contradicted his attempt to placate you.

“I just need…” The bubbling excitement made it hard for him to even focus on his words. “Just lay back and be good for me. Don’t try to fight back.”

His behavior was so bizarre for someone like him, it was like he was tracking prey and was still debating on eating you or consuming you in a different way. Never before had you thought you’d hear him say things like that, much less in a tone that made you drip onto his sheets.

Sensing your lack of resistance now, he slowly made his way down your body, sliding his arms under your knees and yanking you towards him. You trembled as he spread you wide open, feeling the heat of his breath fanning your cunt.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the absolute euphoria you felt when his mouth made contact. You already knew Jack had three tongues, but even your filthy mind hadn’t ventured to imagine how he would use them.

He had a tight grip on your hips, keeping them pinned to the bed, which was a necessity because you definitely would’ve levitated off the bed with how hard your back arched. He slid two of his tongues inside you, stretching you just right, while the third tongue circled your clit.

You clasped your hand over your mouth to try to contain the downright filthy sounds that were coming out of you right now. You were gonna alert the entire mansion that you and Jack were finally hooking up if you didn’t control yourself.

“Fuck…” You couldn’t help but curse as he started sliding his tongues in and out of you, pressing your g-spot each time when it went in.

The pleasure built so rapidly that it scared you. Until now, you weren’t aware you could even come that fast. Your moans quickly devolved into whimpers and whines, no longer able to worry about how embarrassing you sounded. The only thing you could focus on right now was the building pleasure deep in your stomach.

You writhed on the bed as your orgasm ripped you apart. It soared through your body, overtaking you completely. You convulsed around his tongue, earning you a groan from Jack that vibrated through your cunt.

Jack watched intently as you came, slowing his movements but never stopping. His cock fucking ached in his sweats. You were so sexy like this, panting and all laid out for him, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.

You were still waiting for your brain to come back online. That was the hardest you’d ever came in your life. You hadn’t even gotten to the main event and you already felt completely spent.

Despite your exhaustion, your body still jolted to life when you felt Jack suck on your clit. An actual squeal came out of you when he did, and your hand flew to his hair. “Jack, wait…!”

He hummed in disagreement against you, and slid all three tongues inside you. Your thighs became earmuffs with how fast you squeezed them around his head. His deep growl rumbled through your whole body.

He pulled back for a second, pulling off his shirt.

Now listen, it wasn’t your first time seeing him without a shirt, but he was always a sight to behold. He was absolutely huge to begin with. He was already tall before the ritual, but becoming part demon brought him up to a height of 6’8”, not to mention his entire physique became enhanced, vastly superior in ways a human could never hope to imitate.

His size was intimidating to most people. You understood why, but you never let it bother you. It was only right now, with him on top of you, that you now understand the feeling of fear that trickled through people’s bodies at the sight of him.

He pushed your thighs down against the bed, spreading you as wide as you could go. “Keep these here. Can you do that for me?”

“Jack… it’s still sensitive-”

“Can you do that for me?” he repeated.

You got the hint, nodding quickly.

His smile was downright predatory. “Good.”

Although you agreed, you weren’t confident in your abilities to follow through. Your thighs were already shaking as he lowered his mouth to your heat.

He circled his arm around your hip to rub your clit in little circles as he slid all three of his tongues inside you again. It was almost torture having to keep your thighs still. A ragged moan tore from your throat from the overstimulation.

The only source of reprieve you had were the sheets under you, gripping them so hard your knuckles turned white. The lingering traces of your previous orgasm ramped back up, propelling you to the edge. The feeling was much more intense this time, the white hot pleasure building in your core.

“Jack, I can’t take it…” You whined, body writhing as much as you could manage while keeping your thighs steady.

You felt his chuckle resonate through your cunt, only serving to heighten the sensation. He pulled back a bit, guiding your hands to rest over your chest. “Just keep your hands busy. Don’t be a baby.” He smiled cruelly. “You’ve only came twice anyways.”

He went back to tongue fucking your cunt, the three tongues stretching you just right and pressing your g-spot with each thrust. You could feel each one of them moving independently as well, exploring every crevice inside you, leaving no area untouched.

You squeezed your own nipples as you came again from his tongues, following his commands without even questioning them. At this rate, he’d turn you into a total slut with just a few words.

Without missing a beat, he slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out a few times before adding a second finger. You made a noise that was a mix between a squeak and a whimper when he started to make a scissoring motion with his fingers, stretching you out.

“Now be good for this part.” He warned, prodding a third finger at your entrance.

This was new territory for you, you’d never taken three fingers from anyone before, much less from someone with such big hands. “Wait-”

“Shhhh. It’s gonna fit. I gotta get you ready for me, don’t I?”

You braced yourself as he started to push a third finger inside you. The stretch was foreign and a bit uncomfortable, but not painful. He barely got half in before you squirmed at the feeling, trying to escape it.

Wordlessly, he pulled his fingers out and yanked you up, moving you as if you were weightless. Your back pressed against his chest as he repositioned you to sit between his legs. He pulled your legs up and wrapped an arm around your entire form, keeping you spread wide.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll help you.” His voice was almost sickeningly sweet whispering in your ear. Two of his fingers slipped into you again, and he was working to add a third. The sticky sounds of your wetness started to fill the room, only making Jack more feral.

He licked up your neck before whispering in your ear. “See, you’re so wet and ready. You can do it.” He cooed as he slipped the third finger inside fully, now pumping all three digits in and out of you. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

His fingers were so deep inside you, it felt like he was hollowing you out. The stretch was already enough to have you going limp in his arms. “Oh, fuck.” Was all you could manage to say before he started to curl his fingers inside you. He started to attack your neck too, licking the skin and sucking on it, leaving marks all over. All your words became incoherent babbles as you turned into a moaning mess in his arms.

He coaxed a few more orgasms out of you before you felt a fourth finger start to make its way inside. At this point it felt like he had wrung you out like a wet towel. There was no fight left in you to protest.

“Just a few more, baby. Give me a few more and I can give you my cock.”

So this was what it was like to fuck someone who was truly inhuman. Jack was impossibly strong, and it was like his stamina never wavered. If you had the capacity to think right now, you’d be thoroughly impressed by his abilities.

The stretch of four of his thick fingers in your cunt was making your head spin. The only thing that was enough to elicit a response from you at this point was an incoming orgasm. When the moans started up and your body began to tense again, Jack sped up the pace of his fingers, pushing them even deeper than before.

“You’re so good. So good, baby. You’re gonna take me so perfectly, aren’t you?”

When you didn’t respond adequately to his question, he bit your ear, hard enough to get your attention but not to draw blood.

You jolted, letting out a whine.

“You’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you baby? You’re gonna let me have you?”

You nodded weakly, body tensing and shaking as another orgasm ripped through your tired body.

“You’ll let me fuck you raw, huh? You’ll be good and let me breed you?” His sultry whisper in your ear was hypnotizing.

“Yes, please… please just give it to me.” At this point your womb was crying out for him. The weight of your actions were inconsequential to you right now, all that mattered was being filled by him.

You heard the growl from behind you, a low rumbling that vibrated through your body, before pulling his fingers out and throwing you back on the bed. The rest of his clothes were quickly discarded and it was then that you realized that even after all he’d done to stretch you out, nothing could physically prepare you for the monstrous size of his cock.

He pushed your legs back to your shoulders, positioning himself at your entrance. You looked down where you would soon be joined.

“Don’t look. It’ll just make it hurt worse.” He said before leaning down to capture your lips. His tongue slid against yours, but the sensation didn’t do much to distract you from the intrusion of his cock bullying its way inside of you.

The stretch was painful, even with him going as slow as he could will himself to go. Tears streamed down your face as your cries were drowned out inside his mouth.

He released your mouth to lick the tears off your face.

“Jack… It hurts.” You whimpered.

“Shhhh. It’ll feel good soon. I’ll make you feel so good.” He panted, clearly struggling to hold himself back. “Can you take more of me?”

His question shocked you. He wasn’t even all the way in? You already felt like you were at your limit. “No…” Your voice came out small, shaking your head weakly.

“Mm… Yes, you can. You can take it.” He said, mostly to himself while he tried to push in further. “I thought I loosened you up enough but-” You could hear the strain in his voice.

If it was even possible, he pushed your thighs back even further, folding you in half and pushing himself further in until he was almost fully on top of you. “Fuck… cmon, just let me in. That’s it. Take me whole.”

He was so painfully hard he was leaking pre cum inside you, and the stretch of his cock was slowly becoming bearable.

“Come on, baby. Just let me come inside you once. It’ll feel so much better.”

You felt like your body was being pushed to its limits as he started to thrust into you from above. It was such a tight fit, and although the pain was waning, it was doing so slowly, especially with his increasing force.

Jack was losing himself in your cunt, each time he fucked into you he got more feral, more desperate, his cock was begging for release. “You’re okay with me breeding you, right? Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up with cum over and over until you’re pregnant. That’s okay, isn’t it? You’ve always been mine anyways.”

Each thrust was more brutal than the last. His pace turned erratic as he felt his orgasm build, first as a thrumming in his balls, and then the sensation spread until he could feel his cum violently shoot through him, cock pulsing as he shot string after string of hot sticky cum into your womb. He came so hard he felt like he was going to pass out, his head was buzzing, ears ringing.

A sensation of pure euphoria flooded your body as you felt him fill your womb. It was as if his cum was a drug coursing through your veins, an anesthetic that doubled as an aphrodisiac. There was no longer any pain, and the feeling of his cock nested deeply inside of you felt so good you never wanted him to pull out.

Keeping your legs pinned to your chest, he slowly pulled out, still rock hard. Just when he got to the tip he slammed back inside, a lewd squelch sound rang out as the cum gushed out of you, making a sticky mess between your hips and his. He started fucking into you again, hard and deep.

“I know you want this.” Jack said, and the animalistic fascination he spoke with had you questioning if he seriously wanted to eat you, but somehow it only excited you further. “Admit it. You love the idea of getting used as a breed toy by your best friend.”

“I do.” You didn’t hesitate to answer. “Please, it feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He laughed. “This is what you wanted, right? That’s why you’re always clinging to me, trying to tempt me with your scent.”

“Yes… fuck…! I wanted you to turn me into your breeding slut…!” You gasped out, uttering words you never before thought would come out of your mouth.

His voice came out low and breathy. “Fuck, I knew you’d be like this.” The sound of skin slapping echoed through his room, the headboard starting to bang against the wall. “I should’ve done this a long time ago. Just take what I want from you.”

You could only repeat the word yes and his name, overcome by the feeling of his cock pounding into you once again. It was better than any high you’d ever had, better than injecting pure heroin directly into your veins. It hit you faster, and harder.

Just like an addiction, your body now craved more of him, for him to fill you with his cum over and over until you passed out from exhaustion. It was like an insatiable hunger, you couldn’t think of anything else but how badly you needed him to breed you, and how good it would feel when you’d be leaking cum for days.

“Please… please come inside me again.” You begged, panting from the need, nearly drooling on yourself. “I need it, please.”

“Fuckkkkk, you feel so good baby. You’re gonna take it for me again? Over and over until you’re pregnant.” The high had overtaken him too, there was not another feeling that came close to the pure ecstasy of ramming against your cervix, another load just waiting to spill into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in, your lips crashing against his. Your moans spilled into his mouth once again as your tongues messily collided, drool dripping out of your mouth. His deep groan reverberated in your skull as he shot another load inside you.

Even though it was gushing out of you at the edges, it still wasn’t enough for you or him. Jack wasn’t going to stop until he didn’t have any cum left to fill you with.

He pulled out of you again, the sight of his cum leaking out of you was downright pornographic. He flipped you onto all fours and slammed into you again from behind. You made a sound that could only be described as animalistic. He was so much deeper now, if that was even possible.

His chest pressed against your back as he bit into your shoulder, cock pumping in and out of you. You couldn’t even feel the pain of the bite, the pleasure between your legs was distracting enough that it didn’t even register.

“I knew you’d be perfect for this. You were made to take my cock.” He groaned against your skin, breath fanning over the new bite mark.

He knew he was already close again, his head starting to feel dizzy. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, you know that? Mine to own. Mine to breed.” He said in a frenzy, fucking into you like his life depended on it. Another warm load flooded your cunt.

“I will keep fucking my cum into you until it’s all you can think of, until your mind empties out and the only thing you crave is my cock stretching you out.” His words were more than empty wishes, they were promises.

Hours passed, each load furthering your descent into madness. It was like you couldn’t get enough, you only craved more and more.

—

Warm.

That was the first thought you had upon awakening.

You couldn’t move at all. Opening up your eyes revealed that the reason was because Jack had you cradled in his arms, pressed against his large frame.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep, you must’ve just passed out from exhaustion after hours of fucking.

You were stuck in his hold, your cunt leaking from the overload, making a small puddle below you on the sheets, and your body felt drained and yet, it was the best you’d felt in so long.

It was like nothing else mattered to you right now than being near him, the pain and anger from earlier gone without a trace.

You were right, after a long day, the only thing you needed was Jack. He was the only one who could make you feel this way.

Complete.

hey so like realistically you would like absolutely get pregnant in this scenario. I know I’ve said before I’m not here to necessarily educate on safe sex BUT I feel it necessary to mention that in a case like this plan B would NOT work, because plan B only delays ovulation in the hopes of lessening the chance of pregnancy. It would not work if a person was already ovulating. Alright, that’s it, off my soapbox.

Jeff

☠︎︎ Jeff is always teasing you like the smug little asshole he is

☠︎︎ this time it involved taking your weapon

☠︎︎ cue very cliche flirting while holding it out of your reach

☠︎︎ except you weren’t having it all

☠︎︎ so you tackled him

☠︎︎ once you were both on the ground the situation really just devolved from there

☠︎︎ you managed to pin him down and straddle him, but he was still holding it as far away as he could

☠︎︎ so you ended up doing a little bounce motion while trying to reach for it without getting off of him

☠︎︎ Jeff immediately notices this and drops the weapon

☠︎︎ his hands fly to your hips and grinds you down hard

☠︎︎ “if you wanted to ride me you should’ve just said so”

☠︎︎ you’re absolutely mortified and try to get away but he grips your arms and pulls you down onto him even more

☠︎︎ you’re not going anywhere now

Toby

✘ Toby is so fucking feral for dry humping noooo

✘ like especially missionary dry humping

✘ he just loves to hold you down, get in between your legs and grind himself against you

✘ He does this in any situation where he can’t fuck you right then

✘ like if you guys are on the way back from a mission and you move in such a way (unintentionally) that gets him riled up it’s over

✘ he’s pushing you to the ground in the woods

✘ and truly, if he had it his way he’d fuck you right then and there but when you whine and protest he relents

✘ but not fully

✘ god he would be so desperate and lowkey almost whiny

✘ like just grinding himself into you and picturing you all exposed and spread open for him

✘“Fuck, I wanna be inside you so fucking bad, mein Mädchen.”

✘he doesn’t stop until a) he’s so frustrated himself that the only option is rushing you back home so he can bury himself inside you or b) he comes in his pants

Ben

⚠︎ Ben uses sex as a weapon LMAO

⚠︎ so he’s really only dry humping to tease you, to deny you of what you really want

⚠︎ what did you do to deserve it? Nothing really, he just likes to deprive you

⚠︎ but he won’t just let you sit and grind for a bit

⚠︎ no, Ben makes you do it for hours

⚠︎ he’ll have you straddle him and force you to keep your hands on his chest

⚠︎ “Yeah, that’s it. Move those hips. Show me how bad you want it.”

⚠︎ and at this point you’re damn near sobbing because you’ve already came more times than you can count and your clit feels almost raw from the friction but you just need him inside you so bad

⚠︎ “hmmm… just give me two more and I might consider fucking you.”

Jack

𖤐Jack fucking loves dry humping

𖤐 mostly because his cock is too big and he is too strong for his own good

𖤐 so he’s always scared of hurting you

𖤐 and after a particularly rough encounter, he refused to fuck you for weeks

𖤐 not because he didn’t want to, but because he felt so bad about hurting you, and he didn’t want to mess up again

𖤐 so instead he has you straddle his lap, wearing nothing but your panties

𖤐 he’s guiding your hips with his hands and kissing your neck UGH

𖤐 “you’re doing so good baby, just like that.”

𖤐 you can feel his big bulge under you and you’re begging for him to fuck you

𖤐 but he does not give into temptation because he knows what’s best for you

𖤐 plus he really does like watching you move your hips on top of him, especially since when he fucks you it’s almost always him doing most if not all the work (completely of his own doing)

X Virus

☣︎ You knew Cody was working and it was better to not interrupt him

☣︎ but that’s no fun at all

☣︎ so you sit on his lap

☣︎ “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

☣︎ you continue being a massive distraction, wiggling around in his lap until you can hear his breathing start to pick up

☣︎ when you decide to start grinding your ass back and forth on his clothed cock, that’s when he snaps

☣︎ suddenly you’re bent over his lab bench and his hand is gripping your hair, holding your face down

☣︎ and he’s holding your arms behind your back with his other hand

☣︎ Your skirt rode up when he bent you over and he’s so fucking hard pressed against your thinly clothed cunt

☣︎ “This is what you wanted, huh?”

☣︎ and when you’re too embarrassed to answer he starts grinding his cock against you

☣︎ “What’s wrong, slut? You wanted to be a distraction. C’mon, pull down your panties.”

Tim/Masky

꩜ lowkey, I don’t think he’d be all that into it

꩜ not a dry humping truther

꩜ he would likely only do it for a little bit as a tease and then he’s getting straight down to business

꩜ unless you really liked it then he would have you do it on top of him

꩜ he’d move your hips with his hands, making sure you don’t go too fast and keeps your movements at a steady pace

꩜ “don’t get too excited, you can keep it steady, I know you can.”

꩜ but even then he can only take it for so long

☆ Masky does the type of dry humping where he bends you over and pounds you through the clothes

☆ To the point where it kinda hurts a bit

☆ And it’s always a punishment

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐 Brian been a dry humping supporter since day 1

𖣐 loves to do it anywhere, anytime

𖣐 but especially in situations where it can get you guys in trouble unfortunately

𖣐 like you guys are watching a movie with everyone and you’re sitting in his lap

𖣐 and you feel him start to subtly grind your hips onto him

𖣐 you know better than to fight it because he will quickly make it known to you who’s in charge

𖣐“Just be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”

𖣐 And he gets you all riled up until you have to make an excuse to leave the room and then he follows after you a few minutes later

☹ Hoodie doesn’t do dry humping he’s straight up just slipping it into you while you guys are watching a movie or sitting on the couch

☹ He does not give a single fuck who’s around

☹ If anything, you might try to initiate it for a moment but even just one roll of your hips and it’s over because now you’re getting his cock inside you

All my dry humping truthers rise up‼️‼️