10milks

mostly monster fics, 18+ Im so very inconsistent

[10milks]

𝒮𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓇 𝒳 ℛ𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

College!AU, Harvard!AU, Academic rivalry, Fem!Reader, Owl Hybrid reader, Reader has owl wings, Drinking, Alcohol, Drugs, College party, Mature Language, Smut, 18+ (most of this is in later chapters)

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Hey everyone! Sorry for dying for a bit, I kinda lost motivation to write and school got in the way a little, but i'm back now. To those of you who commented, thank you so much for your kind words and support, it really means a lot to me. I added those of you that wanted to my tag list as well. I started writing this before Sonar's, or Victor's, name reveal and I don't really want to go back and change it, so I'll work something out for a name reveal in a later chapter. As always, I hope you enjoy reading <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Improved Battitude 1.8k words

When Friday rolled around, I decided I was tired of feeling shitty. Sonar's words clung to me, and over these past few days, I couldn't seem to shake them.

I hadn't seen him since Wednesday's class, but his words were still fresh in my mind. I knew it was pointless in being this upset over an insult from someone I barely knew outside of petty arguments and academic competition during class. I just couldn't rid myself of the pit in my stomach whenever I replayed the past scenario over again in my head.

In an effort to cheer myself up and finally put this lingering feeling to rest, I decided to spend the day doing some self care. I took the morning to shower before dressing in my cutest clothes. This time I actually took as long as I wanted with my skin care, make up, hair, and wing care, in comparison to my usual rush of getting ready before classes each morning. I left the dorm building feeling dolled up and mood already looking better.

I started my day in my favorite coffee shop just down the street from the university. The barista working the register was a sweet girl I knew pretty well at this point. She was also attending the university and I even had a class with her first semester last year. Now, in my second year, I didn't have any classes with her. I doubted I would for the rest of my time here, she was a marine biology major while I was in business.

I greeted her with a smile and played catch up with her before she took my order, an Iced Quad Espresso with three extra shots, and I moved to the side to wait. It was nice being away from school and treating myself, It was a good distraction. I was feeling better about this whole week already and I decided after this I would take my breakfast to the bookstore down the street to treat myself to countless, unrushed hours of searching for new books. There was a park not far from here too. Stopping by there to take some cute photos to post later might be fun.

I was pulled from my thoughts when a voice caught my attention to my right. "Three shots? In a Quad Expresso no less. If that coffee order isn't a cry for help, I dont know what is."

Ok, I knew the order was a bit out there, but being called out on it by a stranger was crazy work. I was going to turn to jokingly defend myself, Haha yeah…It's just the powers. Half owl and all, I don't get much sleep… Is what I was going to say, before the words faded completely and I was face to face with Sonar.

My awkward smile faded almost immediately and an uncomfortable grimace grew on my face. Yup, there's that feeling again, morning ruined. The events of Wednesday's class came back to me full force and the plans I had for a peaceful and fun day fell apart.

Why can't I have just one normal day where I don't have to see this asshole. And who does he think he is? Talking to me so casually after the shit he pulled last class. Did my rushing out of class not get the message across. I don't wanna fucking talk to him.

My eyes darted around for a way out. I debated leaving and just skipping coffee all together. Someone else can have a free heart attack in a cup. It's their lucky day, because it's definitely not mine.

He winced slightly at the grimace on my face and the very obvious look that said, get me out of here right fucking now. He moved his hands to hover at the sides on my arms, not actually touching me, but keeping me in place nevertheless. "Before you bolt on me, will you just hear me out?… Please?" He said awkwardly, an odd look of nerves that felt out of place on him, yet was strangely sincere.

I chewed on my lip and narrowed my eyes at him in contemplation. A part of me still wanted to stick to my original plan, say fuck him and just leave, but another part of me was curious. He looked desperate, and it felt good to watch him squirm a bit, especially after what he said to me the last time I saw him.

With one last glance over his pleading look that was borderline pathetic, I let out a slow sigh through my nose and let out a grumbled, "fine." A sigh left his lips like he'd been holding his breath, and the instant relief that washed over his face made my stomach swirl oddly. I brushed it off with a roll of my shoulders, and when my coffee came we moved to a booth in the corner of the cozy coffee shop.

I shifted awkwardly in my seat and my hands found their way around my coffee cup. I avoided looking at him, mostly. I would glance over at him every now and again admiring the softer look of him in jeans and a t-shirt instead of his usual button up and slacks, all before remembering I was supposed to be upset with him. After a moment of awkward silence he cleared his throat and leaned forward against the table, resting on his forearms.

"Look, I didnt-… What I said-…" He stumbled over his words and I caught how his hands were threaded together tightly. Whether from the awkwardness or nerves I couldn't tell. "I was out of line." He finished quietly, eyes focused mainly on the table as if he was scared to look at me.

I shifted in the seat, and despite the awkward half apology, felt a little lighter in my chest where the discomfort previously sat. I wasn't sure if he was doing this to clear his own conscious or if he really meant it, but either way I couldn't fight the warmth I felt at the idea that he might care more then he lets on.

"You called me brainless…" I hummed, fighting the soft smile that was itching to grow. I wanted to make him work a bit for forgiveness. He still hadn't looked at me and the wince on his face at my words only made him look more ashamed.

"I know…" He grimaced, "I didn't mean that… Like at all. I just acted like an asshole 'cause I was intimidated. I mean you're like really smart- only real competition I've like, ever had. And you're like the hottest girl I've ever seen and girls like nonchalant guys so- I mean I just thought Id- But then I got carried away and- I mean you're just genuinely so beautiful so-…"

So… thats not what I had expected to come out of his mouth, like at all. The small smile I had growing fell into a look of surprise as my lips parted in shock. I knew I was red in the face by how hot I was beginning to feel and I almost felt nauseous with now much my stomach was fluttering.

He stopped suddenly, a pained look crossing his face once his brain caught up to his mouth and he registered what he was saying. For the first time since we sat down, his eyes moved up from the table to meet mine, an almost equally flustered look on his own features. Now he was the one that looked like he wanted to run. He probably would have too, based on the way he shifted and looked as if he was about to push himself up, if I hadn't then blurted out, "Girls dont like nonchalant guys-… at least I dont…"

He paused and looked back at me surprised and oddly curious. "w-what?"

I looked from him, to my untouched coffee, to him again, awkwardly now. "I-…don't like nonchalant guys. I like honestly and effort, lotta girls do." I said quietly, now feeling put on the spot.

A small smirk was growing on his face, soft but knowing as his awkwardness fell away. "So, you were into all that is what you're saying." He hummed, referring to his rushed and stumbled jumble of words.

I paused a moment, pulling my eyes away from his, squirming under his teasing and oddly soft admiring gaze. With a nod of my head and a quiet hum I confirmed his words. When I chanced a glance back over at him, he looked like he'd just won the lottery. There was a large grin on his face as he leaned forward against the table. After a moment he let his smile soften and he looked at me more seriously. "So, do you forgive me? Truce?" He asked with something in his voice that I couldn't place, like he needed to know the answer, but why, I didn't know.

Still feeling flustered I cleared my throat finding my voice, "Yeah, I forgive you, truce."

The smile that grew on his face was blinding in the best way. He nodded his head and a moment later rose up from his seat. "I'll see you in class then." He hummed, turning to walk away before pausing and turning back for one last, "You look really cute like that by the way." He hummed teasingly, pointing weakly to his cheeks, before dropping his hand and walking towards the door.

A hand of my own flew up to my cheeks and I felt just how hot my skin was. When the bell on the door sounded with the final chime of the door closing behind him, I buried my head in my hands and groaned loudly. Too loud apparently, because when I looked back up and around the room, the barista I knew from past classes was looking my way both concerned and amused. I looked away quickly and grabbed my things, awkwardly waving good bye to her as I made my way out the door.

The cold air hit me like a wave and I appreciated its chill against my warm skin. After a long moment of just standing there with my eyes closed, I pulled myself together again. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but feel lighter, happier. Sonar was the reason for that, his apology, his compliments. A feeling bubbled in my chest that I wasn't quite ready to fully acknowledge, but I knew it was there. With a warm feeling and a slightly watered down coffee, I shook off the previous events and went on about my day. The reason for my new and improved attitude lingering just in the back of my mind.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed :)

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[10milks]

𝒮𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓇 𝒳 ℛ𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

College!AU, Harvard!AU, Academic rivalry, Fem!Reader, Owl Hybrid reader, Reader has owl wings, Drinking, Alcohol, Drugs, College party, Mature Language, Smut, 18+ (most of this is in later chapters)

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Hey, welcome to part 2 of this series. Part 1 will be down below, I recommend reading that first if you stumble upon this one. Also, name reveal in the latest two episodes! That was crazy, I was actually kicking my feet so hard. Would u guys want a name reveal some time in later chapters? Thinking Flynn rider and Rapunzel style. lmk, and ofc, enjoy reading.

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Someone's batty today 2.2k words

After that first initial class, the anger didn't dissipate. Instead, it only seemed to grow. Bat guy or, Sonar, as I know him now, Is still just as insufferable as he was the first day of class, if not more. After that move he pulled, the drive to win and beat each other became something of a competition, a rivalry of sorts. Each of us worked to outsmart the other, answer the most questions correctly, get the better grade, win.

Answers to questions were more so blurted out, rather than us both waiting to be chosen to speak, all in an effort to beat the other to the answer first. It got to a point where the people around us would groan quietly when both of our hands shot up simultaneously, which was pretty often.

The entire class had been dragged into our competition. There was no end in sight unless one of us chose to quit, but that would mean admitting defeat. We were in too deep, and neither of us were quitters.

When I woke up today, it was with a vengeance. I technically didn't have class until 9, but I got up at 6 and went through the motions of getting ready and booking it to class. All other times these past few weeks, he had beaten me to class, and in usual Sonar fashion, gloated about it. I had been 30 minutes early at one point, and he still beat me there.

It was a stupid thing to be so worked up over, I knew that. It was also a stupid thing to wake up 3 hours early before class and miss out on valuable sleep. It's just every time I saw that stupid, stuck up, gloating smirk, I felt like I had lost. I knew he felt it too, he counted it as a win every time he beat me in anything. Every time he got to see my lips sink in a frown and my eyes narrow with a sharp glare, he checked the imaginary score board constantly living in both our heads, Sonar 9, Y/N 4. He practically lived to ruffle my feathers.

Yes, we were both actively keeping track, or at least I was. I'd write our scores in neat small letters on the corner of my notes, making a tally of each win under the respective name. He would mockingly tap my notebook every time he won. Another point for me, his three slow taps and sharp smirk would say to me. I'd tug my notebook away stubbornly but make a mark under his name nevertheless, not without making an annoyed face or a mocking comment first.

Today, I would finally work to even the score. It was over ambitious I'll admit, but if showing up to class 2 hours early is what it took to win, I'd do it. The room was unlocked, so I took my usual seat up in the front. I kicked my feet up over the arm rest, shoes dangling over his seat beside mine. He was always so put together and sharp, dressed in a fresh button up and slacks, I hoped the dirt falling from my shoes onto his seat would get a rise out of him. I sipped my coffee and brushed up on the chapter material we would cover today. I wanted to be prepared to ace any question thrown my way, know the answer before him, win.

I fell into the simple rhythm of studying. The classroom was quiet and I almost felt completely at peace, almost. About an hour and fifteen minutes in, Sonar showed up. I heard him make his way down the steps towards our usual seats, the familiar sound of his dress shoes echoing across the quiet classroom. He stopped in front of me suddenly. Looking up from my reading I saw the look of surprise on his face before he covered it up with an annoyed look. "When did you get here?" He said, glare sharp and tone hard, but I saw the way his fur ruffled and his fist clenched around the handle of his briefcase. He saw this as a challenge, he saw this as a loss on his part, and It felt good to win this time.

I slowly shrugged my shoulders, wings spreading lazily at the movement and giving him a bored look after checking my imaginary watch. "ehh 'bout an hour ago." I hummed coolly. All I wanted to do was gloat in his stupid face about this win, he knew it too, but I wasn't quite done annoying him yet.

"An hour? Try hard much?" He scoffed, his annoyance hardly covering for the fact he was butt hurt about his loss. He looked down at my crossed legs thrown over the arm rest before scoffing again and rolling his eyes. "Move," he demanded. Not giving me a chance to respond, he shoved my legs off his chair and onto the floor roughly.

I grunted softly at the sudden shove, but only situated myself again and sent him a glare from the corner of my eye. "ouch." I deadpanned even though it didn't actually hurt. Quite the opposite actually. The brief contact sent my stomach swirling with something I couldn't name. For now, I called it nausea from having to look at him for an extended period of time. "God someone's batty today. You not get enough sleep?" I cooed at him and tilted my head mockingly.

He did a double take at my words, looking from me to his desk, to me again in progressively quickening movements. His annoyance fell away into confusion and surprise as I—as he'd once done—used a stupid bat pun. "W-what?…Sorry?…Did you just…" He stumbled in his Sonar fashioned deadpan.

Now, feeling increasingly embarrassed for saying the phrase out loud, I denied ever saying it in the first place. I had made fun of him previously for saying something similar. Originally, I meant for the phrase to be mocking, but with how easily it came out—and how long I'd spent practicing it—It sounded less like a joke and more like I meant it. "What? N-no?" I said with wide eyes, though it sounded more like a question, as I started to panic. "What are you talking about? You're crazy!" I denied, getting defensive and turning the attention to literally anything else to save me from my increasing embarrassment. "Fuck off! It's that lack of sleep catching up to you." I grumbled, turning away from him and using my book to cover my face and wings to shield myself in an odd way. I didn't want him to see how flustered I'd become, though, with those big ears, I wouldn't be surprised if he could hear my heart beating like crazy.

There was a long moment of silence before I heard a soft scoff and a barely muffled laugh. I put my book down, arms falling dramatically to my lap to look up at Sonar. He had a hand over his mouth muffling his laugh, but his shaking shoulders fully gave away that he was laughing. At me. I could only stare blankly at him, jaw dropped and mortified that I was being laughed at by Sonar. If that's not a punch in the face I don't know what is. He looked over at me and straightened up a bit. "That was…actually kind of good…hadn't thought of that one." He said after clearing his throat, the praise coming out strained like it hurt him to say.

I rolled my eyes and buried my face back in my book. "Shut up, whatever," I grumbled, still defensive. The praise, though unwanted, made my embarrassment lessen and I almost felt better about the whole situation.

We soon fell into silence, each of us working on or reading material for class. Those last 30 minutes until class started went by quick and soon the lecture started. The previous, and strangely nice, moment we shared before meant absolutely nothing to either of us now as we fell into the usual competition we held during class.

Our professor, a small and quiet man, would look nervously from mine and Sonar's raised hands whenever he asked a question. Both of us were practically out of our seat at this point, and the professor, trying to avoid an argument, would hesitate to pick someone to speak before one of us inevitably just said the answer to the question. The class became a place for open debate. Well, if open was just counting myself and Sonar, then sure, an open debate.

Currently, we were having one of those open debates. We had began talking about some of the greatest business scandals in recent history, how they functioned, how to spot them, how to avoid them. That's when we began covering Bernie Madoff and the greatest Ponzi scheme the world had ever seen. What was an informative lecture, snowballed into a full on debate as we went back and forth on the matter. Students groaned at each rebuttal, extending the argument, and the professor looked nervously between us, his attempts to settle the debate unheard. This, of course, was not noticed by either of us. We were in the thick of it as Sonar argued that the Madoff case was brilliant, while I argued it was unethical.

"You cannot be serious. You do know he lost all his money by the end of it right?" I deadpanned, turning almost fully in my seat to face him. "He went flat broke when he was caught. It wasn't brilliant, it was stupid." I said with an annoyed scoff and a sharp roll of my eyes. Things were getting heated, and I found that usual burning anger building up in my stomach. At this point I wasn't sure if he was serious about his argument or just doing it to fuck with me.

"Oh please, he made billions. It may have failed, but it was bound to, he had a good run." Sonar said smoothly with a shrug, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at me. Clearly, he was less fazed about the argument than I was, enjoying it even, that only served to annoy me further.

"A good run? That's what you think that was?" I said, a humorless laugh leaving my lips. "He made a bad deal, that's what started the whole thing. In an effort to cover his tracks, he only made more bad decisions. It wasn't a stroke of genius, It was pure dumb luck and carelessness. He lost himself and his investors billions of dollars."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, his cool and composed exterior cracking as I picked his argument apart. He sat up in his seat, arms uncrossing as he turned to face me, a sharp glare on his face. "Did you come up with that yourself? Or are you just regurgitating Wikipedia again?"

I scoffed loudly at his claim. "Don't get defensive on me just because you're losing an argument. Not that anything that comes out of your mouth is really an argument anyway. For someone who talks so much you say surprisingly little." I insulted with narrowed eyes and a hard glare. The fire between us was blazing hotter then ever as our simple competition morphed to something harsher; a contention of insults and slander.

At this point, we were halfway over our chairs getting in each other's faces. The whole class was quiet with horrified shock. Sonar's eyes shut for a moment, an unnaturally calm huff of air leaving his nose before he opened his eyes again. There was a cutting look in his eyes as he spoke in an equally biting and an unsettlingly cold tone, "Look, you don't have to hate on another genius just because you're brainless and unimaginative. Not all of us can be great, you'll just have to live with that."

My mouth hung open with a half thought out argument before it dissipated completely from my mind. The room went silent for a long moment as I just sat and stared at him. The hard furrow of my brows, riled up feathers of my wings, and sharp look in my eye softening slightly with a strange sense of discomfort. Ouch. That should not have hurt as much as it did, but his words stung. Was that really how he saw me?

I saw the briefest wince of regret on his face before he turned away from me sharply. It was barely there in the first place so, I convinced myself I must have been mistaken in seeing it. It took me a moment longer, but soon, I too turned back towards the front of the class, eyes fixated on my hands in my lap.

With that, the professor awkwardly dismissed class early and I took the opportunity to bolt out of there as quick as I could without looking back. I could feel my throat and eyes burn uncomfortably with the familiar sting of tears. It only made me more mad. If anyone else had said something like that I would have just brushed it off or laughed in their face. I didn't understand why I couldn't just do that this time. Even thinking back to my previous win and the first actually kind of nice conversation we had didn't help reduce the hurt I felt.

Whatever, It didn't matter. He was just a pretentious asshole, I told myself as the first tears began to fall.

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[10milks]

𝒮𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓇 𝒳 ℛ𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

College AU, Harvard AU, Academic rivalry, Fem Reader, Owl Hybrid reader, Reader has owl wings, Drinking, Alcohol, Drugs, College party, Mature Language, Smut, 18+ (most of this is in later chapters)

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At the moment there are like, two works written for Sonar and I actually love that man so I'm returning from my hibernation to do something about that. This will probably be separated into a few parts but we will see. I'll update this with a link to new chapters if I get around to writing them; I'm kind of terrible with committing to things. For right now this is more of an introduction chapter to set up how Sonar and reader know each other and feel out their dynamic. Oh and part 2 is up now btw :)

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The Early Bat Catches the Rat 1.2k words

The lecture hall was beyond crowded. The room was already massive, actively competing against the size of a Texas mega church, not that it made any difference. Every seat was filled and even the free space on the steps or floor was occupied by students. This wouldn't be a problem though, I was always early to my classes…except for today.

It wasn't entirely my fault I had shown up this late. Which, in my defense, I was still 5 minutes early. Just not early enough to beat, well, everyone else on the first day of classes. I had been up for most of the night reading a new yaoi I had gotten my hands on and slept through my alarm. A completely valid reason for being late by the way.

I was about to give up on a seat entirely and just stand for two hours till I spotted a seat up towards the front. Thank you superior owl vision. It only had a briefcase in it and some guy's arm thrown over the back of it, its owner I figured. I made my way down, tucking in my wings tight to my back as I very precariously stepped over the students sitting on the floor.

I was surprised no one else had taken this seat already. I mean I'm sure this guy would move his bag if asked. I stopped in front of him and pointed to the seat beside him, "Hey! Are you saving that seat for anyone?" I said in my friendliest voice, just about ready to sweet talk anyone who would let me into a seat. He didn't look up from his phone when I spoke. Thinking he didn't hear me I cleared my voice softly and waved my hand, trying again with a slightly louder, "um, 'scuse me?"

"No," came in a bored tone from the bat guy after a rather rude annoyed sigh left his lips.

I narrowed my eyes at him just slightly, but kept a friendly tone in my voice when I spoke, "Oh! cool, you mind if I sit?"

"Yes," he said in the same unamused tone.

My friendly smile sunk into an annoyed frown now. Was he being difficult on purpose? "Wait, what?" I asked a bit harsher. "You're not saving the seat for anyone…but you won't let me sit?"

Another annoyed sigh left his lips before he actually turned his head up to look at me. He wore a bored look on his bat face, eyes narrowed in annoyance, and a slight frown on his lips as if he was looking at shit on his shoe. "You heard me. Sit somewhere else." He said plain and slow. He said it like I was stupid.

My fists clenched hard at my sides, eyes narrowing sharply at him as I looked him up and down in frustration. Who does this guy think he is? Who pissed in his coffee to make him act like this much of an ass? "But-," an annoyed huff of air left my lips as I shrugged my shoulders exasperatedly, "all the other seats are taken. Hell, the floor is even taken up. You can't tell me you're only using that seat to hold your bag."

"The early bat catches the rat," he hummed with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders as he looked back down at his phone. "I won't say it again sweetheart, find somewhere else to sit."

I was seriously about to blow up on him when I did a double take at his words, pausing as a look of confusion crossed my face. "um-what?…" I tilted my head at him, "Pretty sure that's not how that saying goes."

The arm holding his phone dropped dramatically to his lap as he tossed his head back with a groan. When his eyes met mine again he wore a sharp annoyed glare. "Still works doesn't it?" He said defensively, like a child caught doing something questionable, and trying to cover their tracks.

"I mean, I guess," I agreed, arms moving to cross over my chest skeptically. "Do you always use bat modified versions of common phrases?"

His frown deepened at my critical gaze, a defensive and irritated groan leaving his lips. "Omg! If I let you sit, will you stop talking?" He said quickly, already moving to push his bag to the floor.

An instant pleased look grew on my face; I nodded my head and smiled sweetly at him. "Yeah," I hummed cheerfully, slipping into the now empty seat beside him.

The rest of class went smoothly as we went through the syllabus and general class rules. At one point I was almost sure I was going to fall asleep when a sharp kick to my foot made me jump. Turning to glare at the person who did it, my eyes met those of the bat guy as he looked at me from the corner of his gaze before rolling his eyes. I rolled my own eyes before turning my attention back to the lecture. Not wanting to get kicked again I actually began paying attention.

Towards the end of class the professor announced the first five points of extra credit would go to the student who could correctly answer his question about the syllabus material. A few students around me straightened up, hoping to be the winner of those five points. I found myself doing the same. When the question was asked—what were the times, days, and location of the professors office hours—my hand shot up. Apparently I was the first hand he saw because he pointed to me to answer the question. An almost gloating smirk crossed my lips. I knew this answer, I had written it down.

Five whole beautiful extra credit points here I come. I opened my mouth to answer, but a voice that wasn't mine began to speak. "Monday and Wednesday, 8am to 9am. Friday 5pm to 6pm, located in room 1542."

A look of confusion grew on my face and my head shot towards the direction of the voice. Right beside me, bat guy just finished speaking; finished answering the question that was mine to answer. I looked from him to the professor, who looked a little surprised as well, but ultimately accepted the answer. We sat right next to each other after all, maybe it had been an honest mistake.

When I looked back towards bat guy, I found him sending me a cocky look, eyes narrowed victoriously and a smirk that mockingly said, better luck next time. I knew then that this wasn't an accident at all. There was nothing honest or mistaken about this. He had purposefully and knowingly stole my points. I felt my eye begin to twitch in annoyance and my fists ball up in my lap.

When the professor congratulated him and asked his name to make note of it, a name I would grow to hate fell heavy in the air. "Sonar," he spoke. The class was then dismissed and the students around me rushed to their other classes. Even bat g-…Sonar, had gotten up to leave, sending a smirk back over his shoulder at me as he passed.

It took me a minute, but eventually I began packing up to leave, a bubbling anger hot in my chest the entire time. I practically stomped up the steps and out of the class. There was only one word on my mind, repeating over and over again with each harsh step and agitated scoff.

Asshole.

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Right now I have two more chapters ready to go, they just need to be proof read before I post them. That's a tomorrow problem though, as it's late right now and I feel bad for my roommate 'cause I've been writing for awhile. Good night, morning, or evening to you all, and as always,

Thanks for reading <3

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[10milks]

I want to know you, your past and your present. I want to know you to find reflections of you in every waking moment of my life. I want to know you to connect you, somehow, to every little thing. I want to see you, to hear you, to taste you, to feel you, in everything.

[10milks]

Imagine you live in a small town surrounded by forests and mountains. In those same forests you often find yourself, basket in hand, wandering through its foliage and large trees, gathering forageables and wild flowers. The towns people are older, yourself being one of the very few your young age, and often tell stories of monsters and horrors dwelling in the woods. you all but turn a deaf ear to their stories and brushed them off as just that, stories.

Besides, your ventures to the woods always treated you kind enough. Sure, you sometimes heard strange noises in the distance and caught sight of flashes of movement between the trees, but you knew it was just those old stories lingering in your head…right?

On this afternoon, you found yourself soaking in the last of the suns light in a grassy clearing. Though, you felt uneasy throughout todays walk in the woods. hearing more strange noises and seeing more flashes of movement, all accompanied by the feeling of eyes on you. your grandma had told you a story of a beast that would steal young girls from the village and hide them away. beasts that seemed like men from afar, but were really some horrifying mix of animal and man. You had brushed the unease off with an annoyed sigh. Grandma and her stories.

It was when the sky dimmed and the sun was just about to sink bellow the horizon that you sat up, realizing how you let time slip from your grasp. You hurriedly packed the contents of your basket and started the path back to the village, unaware of the eyes on you from the tree line.

His nose turned to the air catching your familiar warm scent in the breeze. He could wait no longer. His heat was around the corner and he wanted to finally meet his cute little mate up close. He knew thats what you wanted too. why else would you wear those thin garments and present yourself so sweetly in the evening sun? He stalked after you, quietly following you as the sun set and the sky darkened. He didn’t want to frighten you, you were already so cautious. Head turning left and right and jumping at every sound, those big sweet eyes tainted with fear. You were like an innocent little bunny, unaware of the predators gaze locked on its prey. He could hear your little prey heart pounding in your chest and the thought of provoking you into a chase had him absolutely drooling. After all, It would be pointless for you to run, he would catch up easily, but god did the idea have his cock throbbing.

You were so fucked. The sun had set and the trees all started to look the same. you lost sight of the path just minutes ago and couldn’t find it again. you felt your eyes water and you swallowed down a sob. you did not want to spend a night lost in the woods that rapidly seemed to become more and more of a danger. A snapping noise sounded behind you, instantly pulling you from your thoughts. there before you only a short distance away stood what initially seemed to be a man, before the dark fur, long claws, and sharp teeth became apparent. its face was that of a wolf, but its body like a mans. Your fear coiled in your stomach and then snapped. You dropped your basket and turned, sprinting in the opposite direction, sobs catching in your throat and tears blocking your vision. You should have listened to your sweet old grandma.

[10milks]

Xenomorph M x F reader

What to expect: smut, dub con/non con, size difference, ovipositor, monster/alien smut, human reader (F)

You and your crew received a distress signal from a ship nearby. Not much was heard over the commotion and static of the call, but you prepared yourselves to respond. You're equipped for the worst as you dock and board the vessel. The power is cut and electrical sparks pop from torn and exposed wires along the walls of the ship. The only light comes from the electrical pops and the flashlights your crew brought with you. You try calling out, looking for survivors of whatever happened here but it's eerily silent. Against better judgment, you and your crew decide to split up, cover more ground, and hopefully get out of here faster. After making sure radios were on, you separated and started down one end of the hall. 

The air felt colder the deeper you traveled into the ship and you couldn't exactly tell if the goosebumps on your skin were from the cold, or the strange silence. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and your stomach twisted with uncertainty. This wasn't right, you thought. Something was very wrong here. Just when you decided maybe finding another crew member was a good idea, your radio clicked to life. Heavy panting and the rapid pounding of boots hitting the ground could be heard over the radio. You couldn't tell which of your crew members they were but just as they started to speak, a loud and inhuman sound cut them off. Something between hissing and odd clicks that had your heart pounding and hands shaking. A commotion was heard through the radio and the last thing that could be heard was a whimpered, ''run'' before it cut out. The radio went silent again and you felt your breath come in rapid pants. You burst into action and ran to the closest door you could find, a small dimly lit lab. You crawled under one of its tables, hidden from sight if that thing came in. You hated yourself for hiding, for being weak, but a sick sense of dread had twisted and taken root in your stomach. You don't know how long you stayed, but your radio clicked on again with the same sound of running, screaming, and then silence. Another member gone. You could only hope your last teammate had hidden or escaped. Minutes later however, your radio clicked on with the same sounds of death and then shut off again, surrounding you with silence. 

They were all gone now. You were alone here with whatever killed them, and now it would be hunting you. Your mind raced. Should you stay hidden? It would find you eventually right? You weren't too far from where you came in, maybe you could make a run for it. Hesitantly, you crawled out from under the table with shaky limbs. You didn't know whether to take the silence as a sign of safety or not but you didn't linger on it too long. You rose to your feet and just as your fingertips brushed the handle of the door, a metal clang sounded behind you. Adrenalin shot through your veins and your heart pounded in your ears as you turned your head to see a metal vent grate on the floor. Your eyes moved to the ceiling and you all but regretted it as you caught sight of the thing moving out and into the lab. You couldn't see eyes on the creature, but you knew it was watching you like a predator watches prey. It stalked closer and those same hiss and clicks you heard over the radio were heard in front of you now. Your back hit the door and you clumsily felt around for its handle. The creature watched almost amused at your struggle, its head tilting mockingly. It stalked closer and was on you the moment your hand made contact with the door handle. You screamed as it roughly shoved you to the ground. Its large clawed hand on your stomach, pinning you to the floor with unmatched strength. You felt tears well as its mouth opened to rows of dangerously sharp teeth. Convinced this was your end, you closed your eyes and prayed for what would hopefully be a quick death. Though it never came. Hesitantly opening your eyes you met the aliens gaze again. It was just watching you, studying you strangely. Its face sunk down to your neck and you thought this time you would be killed. Tilting your head back, you awaited the teeth and the blood, but the creature only nudged at your neck curiously. It moved from your neck, to your collarbones and chest. 

Your fear rapidly turned into confusion. Was it...smelling you? Its hand moved from your stomach to hold you down at your shoulder as it pressed its face to your stomach. You squirmed slightly under its hold and it flashed you a mouth full of teeth and a snarl. Your movements stopped and it casually returned to its task. Its when it nudged against your core that it stopped. It had found whatever it was looking for, and a long tongue slithered from its mouth. It slid over your clothed core and a rumbling clicking noise came from the creature. You whimpered fearfully at the situation. You swear moments ago you were going to be killed, you probably still were, but you didn't think this was how you would go. You gasped as its clawed hand tore through your pants and underwear, leaving you bare. The cold air of the lab sent shivers through you and the creature once again nudged at your core. You found your voice and let out a strained, "stop it..." the alien all but ignored you and it nudged itself between your legs, spreading them apart. Its smooth, almost metallic skin bumped against your clit in its exploration and you gasped at the pleasurable spark that shot through you. Its tongue trailed from its mouth and to your bare core. It slipped along your entrance and along your clit. Your mouth fell open with a moan and you weakly protested, "n-no. stop.." it was as if the creature couldn't even hear you, or more likely, it just didn't care. It continued its exploration and when its tongue dipped into your entrance you found yourself arching into the movement. Soft clicks of what you could only assume to be satisfaction came from the alien. Your thighs tensed as its long tongue clumsily prodded your inner walls and found places deep inside you that have never been touched before. Under its firm grip you could only whine and half protest against its actions. Your core throbbed with need and even you were getting to a point of losing yourself in the pleasure. Your own wetness and the alien's drool filled the room with squelching as its tongue moved inside you, occasionally pressing into what could only be your cervix. That all familiar build up of pleasure had reached its boiling point and your lips fell open. Whines and moans escaping freely as you came undone around the aliens tongue. It clicked almost in surprise as you tightened around its wet appendage and it pulled back from you, watching you curiously. 

Your eyes lazily opened, barely catching sight of the hard cock between the creature's legs. A new fear spiked through you, one mixed with need that you tried to deny. It hung low and heavy between its legs and it was unlike anything you had ever seen. It was long with ridges along the underside, its tip almost pointed, and thicker than the rest of its cock. You shook your head and let out weak protests. It would break you. The alien only tightened its hold on you, flipping you over suddenly onto your stomach. It pulled your hips up and you felt its cock sliding along your ass. Something between a moan and a cry escaped your lips as the alien sunk itself into you. Your hands clawed at the smooth floor of the lab until the pain of the slow entrance came to a stop. The alien's cock finally rested inside you completely and you could feel it shiver and click behind you. Slowly, the pain of the stretch subsided and was replaced with pleasure. you felt so incredibly full, stretched out on the aliens cock. When it started to move behind you it was slow and deep, kissing your cervix with each hard thrust. Your knees weren’t even touching the floor anymore, hips completely lifted to meet the aliens' thrusts as your chest and hands were pressed against the cold floor of the lab. The aliens pace all but became brutal as it chased its own desire. Each thrust so hard and deep that you would definitely be sore later. Snarls and clicks could be heard from behind you and it only made your core tighten around the aliens cock. You were reduced to nothing but whines and incoherent babbles as you found your release for a second time. Your core sucked the alien in and the surge of wetness invited it deeper. Its when its tip slipped into your cervix and locked itself there that you became aware for only a moment. You felt tears well in your eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure. The alien shuddered behind you and that's when you felt it. Something was being pushed from its cock right into your womb. You felt it pass painfully through the opening and then find its place inside you. Another came, and then another, and then you lost count. The feeling of what you could only assume were eggs filling your womb brought you to orgasm after orgasm. By the time the final egg passed into you, you felt incredibly stuffed and overstimulated. You expected the alien to pull out but it thrusted into you slow and deep, moments later coating the eggs in your womb with its cum. It clicked and chittered softly behind you as it stayed, its cock plugging you up. You felt so sore and overused that your eyes seemed to close on their own. Maybe when you wake this will have just been some sick dream.