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In which you had lived most of your life as a science experiment, trapped, hidden away as the last human on Ooo. What happens, after eighteen years of waiting underground, that statement may not be entirely true.
Fem body reader/brief mentions of she/her pronouns
TW!: Smut, dubious consent, brief blood mention, reader has needles inserted into them and has to drink unknown medicines, smut is not great
For a long time, you were alone in your fleshy-ness. Most people who looked even slightly like you, either had a magical ability or a third hand or tail just out of sight. Even if they didn’t have an extra appendage, green skin and hair made of snakes often gave way to the creatures that lived and inhabited the land of Ooo.
For a long time, you were the only human.
You traveled, passed along many hands, leaving many kingdoms holding a new guardian's hand than the one you came with. You were just too complicated for most, too scary or too unknown. Most people were gifted you thinking you were a pet, but were majorly disappointed when it was realized you were just a child of another race that no longer existed. It was often a lonely existence, especially when one realized that you had grown up with hardly any friends or family, or really anyone to hold by your side.
You meandered all throughout the wild lands of Ooo, running from Witches and Wizards and living off the generosity of others until you had found yourself in an open rolling field, where the fabled Candy Kingdom was. As you walked along the bright and sunny grass, you steeled yourself to ask for the charity of the Princess that resided there. A blush was growing quickly at the humiliation of the familiar ritual. You were hoping that your well documented map of Ooo and its people would make up for the fact that you were just a simple, boring human that would be more taxing than rewarding to take care of. After a guard ushered you to her highness, Princess Bubblegum had hurriedly taken you down to the depths of her lab, where she would hook you up and stick you to many machines to test if you really were human.
After a couple months of this, she took you to a different room underground, where the sun shone through windows on the roof of your enclosure. You realized this was part of a greater test when you weren’t allowed out freely, yet, you were okay with this. You knew that this would more than likely be your last home for the rest of your life, however long it was. You loved exploring and seeing all the different lands and people, but ultimately, you just wanted some place to rest your head and stay. Somewhere to call home.
For the months that followed, any time you had an ailment or disease, Bubblegum would provide you with a varying set of liquids and medicines, things to test which would work the best and which could harm you. After all, you were just an experiment.
Your arm was flat on the cold wooden table, the heat from your arm being stolen from where it lay flat. Bubblegum's touch was cold, and slightly sticky where she touched you. Her fingers often leave a tacky feeling on your skin. She never touched your bare skin for long, explaining that your touch was too hot, and often melted a slight layer of her outer being.
She slid a needle into your arm, and you held in your wince. The sight of your own blood always made you sick, so you turned away, feeling nauseous. She gave you a pitying look, but continued. This time, she didn’t need much blood from you thankfully, only needing some after some had showed up in your undergarments. She wasn’t worried you were dying after you continued to be able to walk and run around like normal, but she did want to test if you were sick. Your feet kicked in the chair you were sitting in, feet swaying in the air.
“How old am I? Do you know?” You asked, never really thinking about it until now.
Bubblegum was silent for a moment, eyes hidden underneath her pink eyelashes and glasses.
“Well, if I had to go off of…data that I have, I think you may be around twelve or thirteen years of age.” She nodded, pulling out the needle gently and placing a bandaid on your arm. Tapping, she signaled that you could take it back. You had been here for about a year, but you had no idea what date you were born on.
“What data? Is there data on humans that you have? Can I see?” You asked, heart fluttering at the idea you could know more about your kind.
She shook her head, and placed the vile in a cold container. She pulled out a couple of medicines, and you knew she was testing you again. Your shoulder slumped, and you took the bottles without a word, and listened dutifully as she explained which were new and which were not.
“Why do I have to take these so much?” You asked, knowing she would simply just say…
“For science,” Your name on her light pink lips did nothing to quell the defeat you felt in your stomach, sadness overcoming you again.
There would be months at a time where you felt nothing but utter and complete sadness. Some days, you’d be too tired to even greet the Princess as she came into your room. There were times, on the other hand, where you wouldn’t sleep for weeks on end, itching to get out and resume your exploration of the native land and people. You would take pages and pages of paper, scribbling it with the information you remembered and filling it with queries to ask the next time you visited a familiar land or village. This behavior was something you could remember having when you were younger, before you bled, but it only amplified after you first bled. After a couple times of this happening, Bubblegum realized you were having your period, a trait common in the more mammal animals of the land. As you grew, you attributed more ‘mammal’ traits, breasts, hair, continuous periods, and ‘sex changes.’
You asked what that meant at around your fourteenth year of life, confused on what that meant.
“It means you are gaining traits different from the male counterparts of your species. Your waist and neck are smaller, you have grown breasts, you have periods, so on and so forth.” She answered, after pulling the needle out as she does every month or so to make sure you don’t lose too much blood. Your levels seem to even when you eat an iron rich diet the week of your period.
“You know this because of the data, right? That was left over?” You asked, mind a million miles away, wondering what else is left over of your kind. She nodded silently again, and you felt irritation rise in your throat. A habit you noticed she had a couple months of you being locked down in your room. It made your skin crawl with anger, wishing she would just show you what she knew, so that you could help her fill in the gaps of knowledge she may have.
“When can I go outside? You told me when I got stronger I could come out, I like science too. I just like exploring, mapping things out. You can’t keep me down here forever.” There was a bite to your tone, harsher than what you wanted, but the sight of new bottles and vials made your throat close with fear and anger. There was a close call some months back when a medicine she gave nearly killed you. It had sped up the rhythm of your heart, before it stopped suddenly. She had to electrify you to bring you back from your close call with Death, you could swear you could still hear his voice in your nightmares.
Her voice rang out disappointment, calling your name out in a chastising tone, and it made you angerier. You got up, tipping your chair up from the jerky movement, and went to sit on your bed and stare out into the sky above.
“It’s too dangerous for you to go out alone…I…what if something happened, and I was too far away to come get you?” For a moment, you believed there to be genuine concern in her voice, but the injustice of it all negated any warmth her words may have given you.
“I will kill myself if I stay trapped in this room any longer.” You snapped, teeth barred in her way.
After that, she gave you a crystal and gave you access to the grounds of the Candy kingdom. There were clear rules you were given, and if this test run went well, she would allow you week long expeditions around Ooo. If anything went wrong, you were to call her right away and call for The Morrow.
As you went around with a book and pencil, you immediately went to the walls of the Candy Kingdom and mapped out each curve and difference. You did as you used to when you were younger, and counted your steps along the walls and ignored others who tried to talk to you. This was the first step of your feet, which were about nine inches long. After, you would then map each building and ask the locals about their uses, and finally, you would talk to the native inhabitants and ask them every question imaginable about their life in their homes and everything surrounding it.
But, as you were writing down your steps and doing the math to see the area inside the kingdom, the Gumball Guardians were yelling and setting off their alarms, something Princess Bubblegum told you that if that were to happen, to call her right away. Obediently, remembering the rules she gave you, you did as instructed and called her on the crystal and called for The Morrow. Almost as if this whole situation was planned, her giant bird came and swooped you up, carrying you right into her lab as she congratulated you for following her directions so well. The Guardians outside did a swoop of the Kingdom and she smiled and praised you, holding out a lollipop for you as a reward. You gave her a look, an odd feeling rising as you pushed her hand to the side in rejection and looked all around her lab. Instead of touching, you immediately counted your footsteps, ignoring her analytical gaze on you. After, she checked your math as you finally visually explored the space around you. It was a moderately sized room, with a desk in one corner and a counter on another. The balcony gave you a pretty decent view of her Kingdom, a nice and sunny day to par with your bitter mood. Inside all of her cabinets were gadgets and gizmos you’d never seen, liquids and vials familiar and unknown. Either way, the sight made you slam the cabinets close, and that earned you a shoo out of her lab. She allowed you to wander inside her home for the rest of the day, taking note of each and every room as well as their workers.
A little man named Peppermint Butler followed you for much of your wandering, as well as Bubblegum as she answered each question you had without fail. Sometime during your investigation of her room, she had acquired a clipboard full of papers and sticky notes. She wrote at different intervals than you, but no doubt you were the matter of writing. When you got to a room that had a triangle on it, she had finally put an end to your searching and led you back to your room, allowing you stops along the way.
After a good night's rest, she had come in holding a cake, with the number fifteen written on it, its pink lettering with a matching number candle eased your tension. Unofficially, Bubblegum made the day she found you the day of your birth. It was the unofficial official day of your birth, but anniversary of your ‘adoption.’
“Now that you’re getting older, and getting more unhappy, I will grant my end of the promise as long as you keep yours. You’re allowed a weeks long adventure before I request you come home.” She dug through her bag, handing you square items in a glossy. When she handed you the small stack of boxes, she looked at you expectantly. Smiling awkwardly, you grabbed them and muttered out a thanks before trying to set them on your nightstand. Giggling, she handed it back to you.
“No silly, it's wrapping paper. You’re supposed to rip it.” she grabbed an item again, taking a finger and pulling on the wrapping paper slightly, before it made a loud ripping sound and crumpled underneath her touch. You gave her a look as a blush rose up.
“You’ve never really given me anything, let alone something with wrapping paper on it.” You muttered, ripping apart the paper carefully. Underneath, a nice box with pens in it revealed itself. Your heart jumped up, and you ripped open the rest. A couple notebooks, a bag, some sticky notes, and everything you would need to write down and keep track of your discoveries lay in the middle between the two of you.
“I…thank you, Princess.” You muttered, truly happy at the gifts but feeling a little tired from yesterday's antics to want to go out anymore. “Can I finish my exploration of the Kingdom with my new gifts?” You asked, and she just smiled at you sadly. She had been trying to fix your mood swings, but it seemed like it was more in your head rather than in your body. It wasn’t a sickness of the physical matter.
“Of course you can…but…only if you promise me to come straight inside if I call you on your crystal, alright? Sometimes the Ice King comes and I’d hate for him to hurt you.” At the name of the demented Wizard, her face scrunched up cutely, pink cheeks flushing red. You nodded, that task seeming to ease you right back into your documenting habits.
The map hanging up in your new house was a wonderful addition to your wall decor. It was made of multiple different pieces of parchment paper, all carefully traced and copied from its original holdings. Next to it was your book of more detailed writing, you had most villages and other major kingdoms written down in this book, along with its size, its royalty, and population size. You had plans to go back to find out its allies, a detailed map of the buildings, and one day, if you got bored enough, to do a census and date it, and come back once every couple years to keep check. Of course, there were other plans, but you had a list of your favorite questions to ask written down somewhere in your new house. Bubblegum, for whatever reason, had let you loose to live in a neighboring forest next to her Kingdom. Still, she kept a close eye on you and visited you every week or so, whether or not you were gone. You still kept your crystal and now, a phone on your so she could make sure you were okay while you were out exploring. In your travels, you have acquired a horse and a trusty little pet to keep you company while at home. The horse, of course, helped you travel faster, because despite the fact that Bubblegum let you stay out for nearly a month at a time, with the size of Ooo, you needed to speed up the travel in the middle.
Your pink caretaker now had you on a supplement that suppressed your depressive and active moods, it didn’t make them go away. Yet, that was something she never got annoyed at you for, even when you didn’t want to eat or would be irrationally angry at her, she still stayed by your side to take care of you.
You were now Eighteen, or around, and you wanted to make something of your life. The princess was seeing Marceline again, which meant she knew about your existence, and for some reason, that bothered her. You never had any animosity towards her before, you even thought she was really cool, but every time you came around, or she would come with Bubblegum, she would shoot her nasty looks and stay silently floating near the door. It made you angry, but you couldn’t do anything. You were only human, after all.
At this point, the past five or six years with Bubblegum had been the most stable and happiest, despite everything else. You owed her your life, she kept you safe, and you felt loved, even if she hardly gave you more than a tap or pet most of the time.
Still, you had been at home, trying to fight off the sadness that was slowly growing in you when she called you, her voice hesitant on the other line. Her tone was hesitant as she called your name.
“Yes, Princess?” You answered, confused. There was murmuring on her end, and she said something you couldn’t quite make out.
“I…I want you to come to the castle. There’s something I should’ve told you a long time ago. Come quick.” She sounded defeated, like she was trying to hold onto the last of something that she could never keep up. Shrugging, you gathered your back and went out to hop on your horse, clicking and snapping the reins as you rushed to the castle.
As you approached the entrance of her castle, she was waiting for you, hands folded in front of her casual clothes. Beside her, Marceline and P.B. stood as well. The sight of the group made your confusion grow, letting another servant lead your horse to the stables.
“Well?” You asked, dusting yourself off lightly.
“Inside.” She answered quickly, turning around just as fast. The walk up to her lab was quite, and you wondered why this was becoming a whole hullabaloo.
The door to her lab was closed, and you could hear two sets of whispering inside. Giving her a look, she just had a hand gripped on the doorknob.
“Bonnibel! Open the damn door!” The vampire hissed, yet, there was a gentle hand on your guardian's shoulder.
She flashed you a look, before turning to the grey creature.
“You don’t understand, she’s like Neddie. I’ve been taking care of her directly. They won’t get along, they're too different.” There was sadness in her voice, her shoulders slumped and face pinched.
You knew that face, that face meaning she was just afraid of a new outcome that could be bad. An outcome that would forever change the trajectory of her, and your, life. Silently, you just pushed over the unlocked door, watching their faces twist in shock. Inside, stood two creatures.
A yellow dog and a pink creature, beside him sat a two toned green backpack, set with a blue outfit and a metal arm. Your eyes flickered up to his pale face, blue eyes looking at you with shock. Looking up fully to his head, your heart beat out of your chest. Your hand instinctively went to your own animal hat, a hat you’ve had since you were little, and nobody else, a hat so ingrained into your character most times you forget to wash your own hair. A hat that was the mark of a human, you supposed.
No longer were you the last human.
For a long time, you hadn’t been the last human.
You slowly stepped forward, everyone else frozen in shock.
The other human shot up, rushing over to you in a few quick footsteps, and immediately reached to touch your head. Flinching, you allowed the touch while your arms stayed half out, half in, hands uselessly flipped down. He sighed, when he didn’t (or did?) found what he was looking for. His hand traveled down to your face, squishing your face between his fleshy hand and his metal hand.
“You’re squisher than me.” Was their first word to you, voice much deeper than your own.
You slowly stuck out a hand to trace along their sharp jawline, feeling very quickly the bone underneath,
“You’re skinnier than me.” You sassed back, and a crooked smile grew on their face. You made a face at their missing teeth, and they gave you a look back.
“What?” They asked, covering their mouth.
“You’re missing teeth! Where did they go? Do you not brush them?” You asked, stepping back.
“Yeah! Of course I do!” A blush rose up, and you looked over to the others who were giggling. You didn’t mind, usually having a pair of eyes on you more often than not.
“Then where are your teeth?” You asked again, walking around them, looking over them as much as you could.
“I’m an adventurer! I got them knocked loose.” They explained, shrugging.
“Why would you want to do something so dangerous?” You asked, sitting at Princess Bubblegum's desk. After a brief recount of their various adventures, the dog, which you learned was named Jake, ushered everyone out. As she left, Princess Bubblegum told you to call her if need be.
You learned many things about this boy, and he learned some things about you. It felt odd, like you were two scared animals meeting for the first time, and everyone was waiting for you two to fight. You didn’t understand why Bubblegum hid him away for so long, and why she was so worried about you two meeting. While you didn’t have a ton in common, you didn’t hate him, you didn't hate anyone. He was slightly frustrated that you didn't understand his desire to adventure, to save everyone he met, but it was washed away when the realization that you two were the only ones left of your species.
You tilted your head, growing frustrated at him for not understanding your laziness.
“You must understand, I have spent most of my life with either Princess Bubblegum, or a complete stranger. I have seen and experienced many scary people, forgive me for not wanting to experience that again.” You huffed, uncrossing your legs. You two were sitting on the ground, close enough to every once and awhile reach out to grab a random part of the other's body. Part of it was just to see if it felt the same, but deep down, you knew it was to see if this was real, if this wasnt some fucked up dream you were to all of a sudden wake up from.
“But beating up evil people is so rewarding! It’s why I’m here. Why we are here.” He pointed between the two of you, fidgeting with your animal hat. His polar bear one was soft, and you had a desire to grab a pen and draw eyes and a cute little nose.
“To think that humans serve one evolutionary purpose is to diminish the purpose of being alive. I like to go out, but I’d much rather document than to just…beat up strangers. I like to see rather than experience.”
“I’m not just beating strangers up, I’m saving other people.” He snarked, blue eyes boring into your eyes.
“And has everyone you’ve saved agreed? I’m not trying to take away from what fulfills you, I’m just saying we're different. I respect your choices, you have to respect mine.” His hand was calloused, big and riddled with scars and hair. Yours were softer, smaller, and had significantly less damage done to them as his had. He took your hand in his, grabbing you and pulling you forward. With one hand, he traced the back of his fingers along your jaw and cheeks, feeling the soft plump skin underneath. Your skin was darker than his, despite spending most of your time in your room. He was pale, and it freaked you out a little to see all his little veins underneath.
Your heart jumped up, the feeling of his overly warm hands on your face in such an unexpected way made not just your heart flutter. After a pause, he must’ve realized what he was doing and pulled away, but his eyes never left your face.
“Right, sorry. My adoptive parents were like, investigators, and they helped people, and I’ve always known it was my calling. I guess I just assumed it was a human thing.” He pulled away emotionally and physically, bringing his knees to his chest. You crawled over, putting your hands on his knees.
“I don’t mean to shame you, I’m sorry Finn. I’m not saying I am apathetic to the suffering of others, but I have spent my whole life being the poor little thing hiding in the woods, that I can’t imagine myself being the person to find others. Maybe that’s why I document things so much, it’s my way of helping others. With so little human information known, maybe it's my way of saving others the way I wished we could be saved.” You shrugged, but maintained eye contact the whole time. You may have picked up some odd habits from being the Princess’ little science experiment.
There was a hearty silence, before he touched your long soft hair, and you instinctively twitched into his touch. This was the most physical affection you have ever gotten in your whole life. You stared at him with a warm face, pushing your cheek into his callaused and warm hands. They were bigger than yours, and much more veiny than yours. In a sudden movement that startled the both of you, Princess Bubblegum rushed into the room, immediately gunning for you.
She grabbed your upper arm and pulled you up and away from his grasp, away from him. In a state of shock, you watched wide eyed and quiet as she pulled you two apart. There was a state of apathy as voices flooded around you, the swelling of the noise too much for you. Slipping out of her grasp, you took it upon yourself to rush to your old room downstairs, uncaring for Fin’s cries.
“Your house is nice.” Fin’s presence in your house was odd, hell, any other presence in your house was odd. The only other people who were usually here was either the Princess or Peppermint Butler. Both of them nonhuman. You couldn’t tell if it was actually warmer in your house or if it was your nerves. Sitting on your plush couch, you nervously placed your sweaty hands on your lap.
“Thank you, I have a lot of things from my travels that I think add interest to my home.” You took a sharp breath in, immediately overheating from the anxiety. Your leg bouncing drew his direct attention.
“I think I get it now. We're both traveling, both saving others. Just in different ways.” He coughed, taking a seat next to you. He was much closer than he needed to be.
“Do you have a partner? Most creatures often create relationships with others, and mammals often have best friends, for instance, cows.” You shifted, looking to your uncompleted map of Ooo.
“I…I mean, there is this one girl I’ve been interested in. Huntress Wizard, but she’s not really looking for something serious right now.” He shrugged, and for some reason, that just crushed something inside your chest. Jerkily, you stood up and rushed to your kitchen, stomach flooding with a swirl of emotions you can’t understand.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Fin’s voice was alluring in your ear, it was like a song you’d been missing your whole life, and yet, at the same time, he was poison on your tongue.
“You! I can’t…” You put your hand in your hair, tight hair nice in your fingers. “I don’t understand why you make me feel so funny. We don’t have much in common yet I dreamt of you, my whole life I’ve wanted to meet another human so desperately I would cry, and yet I never want to see you again! Hearing another interest in your life makes me sick to my stomach but being the center of your attention drives me crazy.” You could feel your throat closing up, tightening up to the point where you felt like your head was growing dizzy.
You jumped when you felt his metal arm on your flesh, the coolness of it against your hot skin made goosebumps form, and you looked over at him. His eyes were wide, and his white cheeks were concerningly pink.
“Are you-” You tried to ask, but he cut you off with a rough kiss, teeth classing with yours. You could feel where he split your lip, blood mingling with spit that formed between the two of you. Twisting your eyes shut after realizing that may be what you’re supposed to do, he leaned further into your space. He roughly grabbed your arms, squeezing the soft flesh underneath his rough hands. Trapped, you tried to walk back, instead, you tripped on the trim sectioning off the living room from the kitchen. Yet, as you tensed for a fall, you realized you hadn’t moved at all. Pulling back and opening your eyes, you saw that Finn still held you tight in his arms, muscles tense and on display. His blue eyes wide, and fixated only on you.
Your legs felt like jelly, weak and wobbly with the attention of the male solely on you.
“My-my room?” There was more of a question to your tone, it was less suggestive and more afraid. His red face got even redder in response, and set you upright to lead him to your room. The walk upstairs was shameful, the pit in your belly swirling from anxiety and the familiar weight of desire.
As you closed the door behind the two of you, you watched him search your room with his eyes. He awkwardly stood at the foot of your bed, hands crossed in front of his lap.
You knew how this worked, knew how to ‘copulate.’ Taking the incentive to take off your shirt, you couldn’t tell if there was desire growing inside you or curiosity. His eyes never left your bare chest, his breath catching in his throat as his gaze never left any part of skin that was exposed.
“Come.” You pulled at his arm, leading him to sit with him on your bed with you. The tension in the room was odd and heavy, because while you could taste Finn’s desire for you, there was also that reminder that you two were strangers, and this was barely your second meeting together. Still, there was the need to know, the need to experience, something you two have naturally felt for years. It just so happened another human, the same age as you, was also the other half to your desire. Still, after eighteen years of waiting, there was nothing holding back that feeling of wetness that was growing between your legs.
“Can I…” His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, mismatched arms on both of your knees. There was a slight pressure, the implication of his words answered with his physical actions.
“Yes.” You nodded, allowing him to ease your legs open. You could see his lust between his own legs, tent heavy and slightly scary. You’ve seen animals, but it was different knowing that this was part of the biological purpose of your bodies. Of course there were other reasons for sex differences, community, biodiversity, etc, but this was the unavoidable topic of human nature.
Reaching forward, you tugged at his shirt, and you both smiled at each other awkwardly as he had started tugging at your pants. You both compiled, with his getting fully undressed along with you. Instantly, your lust was curbed by the desire to explore, to discover. You both did, he grabbed at your breast, gently caressing your nipples in gentle motions. Your hand jerked, digging your nails into his soft lower belly. The hair that led to his member was coarse and blonde, thickening the lower it got.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” His hand shot back, but you could see his hands buck up, trying to put himself into your hand.
“No-no. It felt good. It’s just different when someone else is touching.” You grabbed his hand, making him cup the bottom of your breast to continue his touch. You saw his cock jump, seemingly interested in the force of your tone. Looking at his embarrassed face, you watched him flush and lip his red lips. Your gaze flickered down, watching as something slowly bead out of him. Without hesitation, you reached down to collect some, ignoring his gasp to taste the substance. It was extremely bitter, the taste lingering in your mouth. You tried not to make a face, but you were not without flaw. Finn’s brows scrunched, and he reached down to do the same. His fingers were cold and it sent a shock through you at the difference of temperatures. You felt your core squeeze in anticipation, face getting hotter at the sight of him tasting you.
He surprised you by diving down between your legs, mouth immediately attaching itself to your pussy. Angrily, you pulled his hat off and grabbed a clump of hair. The touch hurt just as much as it sent pleasure, his teeth catching at your sensitive flesh.
“You have to ask!” There was a growl in your voice, more emotion in it than you ever had in any of your conversations. Your hands tightened around the roots of his hair when he didn't answer, but you stared at him in shock when instead of wincing, he bit his lip and groaned into the touch.
“Do…you like it when I’m rough?” You questioned, pulling his hair again. Yet again, instead of crying or pulling away from you, he just moaned as tears formed in his eyes.
“I-I think so?” His voice was watery, weak and submissive. You let go, worried you’d rip out hairs. Instead, you grabbed his neck and dug your nails in to push him away from your core. Gasping, you now had a full view of his leaking member, that same clear liquid as before.
“Do you know how this is supposed to go?” You asked, head titled. You could feel your impatience mounting, needing to feel him, wanting Finn to rut into you mindlessly, like a bull helping a cow in heat.
He shook his head wordlessly, so you guided his hips flush with your thighs, tip touching your entrance, leaking into you and flowing with your desire. You took one hand in response to feeling your unease build, and touched your clit. You tensed, a moan falling out of your mouth as the pleasure electrified you. Finn’s grip on your waist tightened as he watched you, legs and arms tensing as he held himself back. Slowly, you eased him into you, trying not to buck too much into your hand. He tried to push in with a sudden and jarring thrust, but you quickly grabbed his arm and dug.
“Wait!” You winced, heart racing as you clenched around him.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry I’m sorry.” He panted, the skin on his fleshy arm growing red as you scratched down. Intending, you continued your ministrations on yourself to be able to fully ease him in. You don’t know what was typical for humans, obviously, but there was a burn no matter how much you touched your clit.
When he bottomed out inside you, it felt nearly euphoric. It felt almost like you had eaten too much, and had woken up from a post dinner nap. He was heavy and nearly oppressive inside you, but his hot breath over you added to your desire. When you nodded to give him the go ahead, he grabbed your legs and started off with a rough and deep pace. His cock hammering into you over and over, reaching parts inside you that you never did on late nights. He lifted your legs with ease, his breath not even halting with his intense pace.
Finn’s voice was deep and gravelly, skin slapping against skin loud in the quiet of your room. You could feel your stomach tightening, lighting shooting down your left leg as your pleasure mounted. As you looked into Finn’s eyes, you could feel the end coming near, the familiar knot in your stomach growing and growing. Suddenly, ruining your high, Finn stopped, head hanging down as he uselessly jutted against your pelvis, already as far inside you as he humanly could.
“What? What happened, are you alright?” You asked, moving your hips to the man's dismay.
“W-wait, stop!” He whined, face pained. “I think I…I think I finished.” He muttered, neck going red.
“So? Keep going.” Frustration mounted in your chest, trying to continue your movements.
“It hurts, I can’t.” He pulled out, dick now limp against his leg. It was puzzling, and as you pushed yourself up from your flat position on the bed. You felt something leak out of you, and looking down, you saw lots of that familiar white fluid leaking out of you.
“Well, I haven’t finished yet.” You could tell there was a slight pout to your voice, but you couldn't help it after being so close to cumming. Finn bit the inside of his cheek, before motioning you to sit on his lap. Curiously you did, and jumped when his fleshy hand touched your clit.
“Maybe I can do the thing you were doing? It feels good, doesn't it?” He hummed in your ear, fumbling around and missing the spots where it felt the best. You grunted, grabbing his hand and leading him to the spots where it did feel good. You twitched and jumped at every movement, biting when the sensation became too much, but refused to quit.
It was easier for him to slide in the second time after he got hard, feeling him hitting from a different angle inside you made your feet clench. Your gentle bites to muffle your grunts turned to attempts to hide your near screams. You refused to let him stop, the feeling of him inside you and massaging outside you was too euphoric. You felt the knot in your stomach grow once more, and this time, you finally finished. The familiar fluttering of your pussy must have egged Finn on, and for the second time, he awkwardly stuttered and pushed himself as far as he could inside you.
You two stopped, breathing heavily in the now hot room. Both of you staring into the other’s eyes, mouths just hovering over one another, but never touching more than once. There was something settling deep in your belly, and you could tell it was growing in Finn’s.
Walking beside Bubblegum, you waved a polite hand Finn’s way. He, in turn, furiously waved a hand back. Jake just scoffed at his enthusiasm, dragging him out of Candy Kingdom, but not before you two shared a knowing look.
You and Finn may not be the perfect pair, and wouldn’t really consider each other friends even, but you two had a bond as humans that no other being, including hunteress, could replicate. Awkward mornings could always be recovered by late nights, after all.
Hello everyone! It has...been awhile...I know. But I am back! I won't get too much into details, and I went more into details on my Ao3 post, but to focus on this, this is a rework of my story Bittersweet Days (for those who knew it as Inside Out I genuinely love you have my babies.) This is a story for me, really. I'm not going to worry about word count, or linear story telling. This is going to be a representation of who I was in high school, who I am now, and who I want to be. I want this story to be messy, and intense, and real, but not real, like people try to right where it's all crazy or some shit. Updates will be when they're done, but I am going to try to get very far into my story as I can before I start posting regular updates. Also, I opened up a Ko-Fi, so please read that!
You, yes you, are a deeply complex person. There is so much to you that has been shoved down under, because you have been shown time and time again that you are unlovable. But somewhere, that little kid in you, wants to prove that wrong. You just need help from the undead to help you grow, because even though life has shit on you time and time again, you have HOPE.
The afternoon sun beat down on your exposed skin, feeling the heat warm the deep cold you always used to feel. Slowly waking up with a shiver, you had looked over to him. His sleeping form was the only time you ever saw him truly at rest. At peace.
“hmm?” He grumbled, phalanges twitching, softly itching at his exposed ribcage. He still didn’t look at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was looking at the ceiling or you.
You never really knew if he ever looked at you.
“Come on, sleepy head, it’s time to get up!” You softly laughed, knowing you had just woken up a few minutes prior. That was always kind of nice with him, how he always had a slow start, but he never could really settle down for bed. Neither could you though, it made you feel less alone.
As less alone as you could feel with him.
“shhh, give me a sec.” He sighed, waving you away. He turned away, his back now turned to you. You didn’t always mind it, since you could see his soul from the spots in his ribs. Stare at the floating comically shaped heart that was his entire being. So fragile, so damaged.
Now it just forced you to focus on it so you didn’t burst into tears.
Taking a sip of coffee, you cleared away all those icky memories that just seemed to stick. The black goo seeping into your morning routine. It was awful nice out, you even had a couple of windows open, feeling the refreshing breeze flutter through your house. Your movie-esk white curtains moving gently, wind chimes softly singing their song to you. You sighed, looking down at your breakfast which was slowly growing cold. Forcing yourself to take as many bites as you could, you grabbed the rest and fed your little dog as much as you were comfortable with. His little white maw gently taking bites, nibbling around your fingers. Wiping your hands, you pet him and got up, cleaning up the mess as you went along.
You grabbed your purse, pet your dog goodbye, and left for work. The coffee shop that you work at is not too far away, but every minute counts towards your paycheck. You worked two jobs, one at said coffee shop, the other at a local restaurant as a waiter. You got more tips here, but somehow got paid better as a waiter.
Your day was boring, as it always was. Clock in, your coworkers don’t stare at your eye, you clean and go up to the window, regulars totally don’t stare at your eye, some old fuck gasps and ask you about your eye, and you totally don’t hold back tears, and say:
“Oh no, when the barrier opened, this guy showed up! Doesn’t hurt me or nothing!” You smile and wave them off, and they look at you with complete doubt because everyone knows that's not true but they figure you won’t talk about it. You leave to the bathroom where you don’t stare at that fucking eye, totally don’t cry, and get back to work.
You hate your eye.
It’s all you think about when you waiter, when you're at the coffee shop, when you’re home all alone.
You hated it.
Your eye had been scratched out, well more like torn out, with deep black scars that never seem to scar right. Your whole sclera was now black, and you were only left with a little purple pupil. The color of your soul.
Perseverance.
Your eyelashes were growing back, but they would always be a little =shorter than your undamaged lashes. You are partially blind in that eye, though, sometimes you could see numbers over people's heads, and sometimes there were words you couldn’t understand or catch before they disappeared. It wasn’t like it was black, sometimes there was something, but most of the time, there was nothing. You relied heavily on your right eye, which already had bad vision. So you wore glasses for one working eye. It’s not like your little glowing purple eye was lazy or lame, it moved in sync with your working right, dilated and got smaller with light, and sometimes changed to your emotions according to friends. You couldn’t drive anymore, hot flashes of pain happened too often, with your depth perception and your vision being too fucky too often for your already poor driving to not be a danger. So you took the bus, and if you were going far, like visiting your monster friends, you just asked them for a ride. Or uber. Either way was intensely embarrassing. You needed so much help these days, help that you never needed, never wanted. You were so independent before everything. Not just him, but them. Before her.
Eris.
Thoughts of her never appear unless you were waitering, which you were now. The only other job you managed to find was this dingy bar, the pay was decent, and the hours were extremely flexible, which was nice. But you were always scared one of the ghosts from your past would appear.
Like now.
“‘n get this! the whore comes in, whinin’ ‘n boo hooin’ to the whole fuckn’ house sayin’,” His voice gets insanely high pitched, “‘Please! Swear I didn’t do it! It was yer cousins’ fault! He got on my phone, and started texting all these guys and girls! I promise it wasn’ me!” He guffaws, and the men around him burst out laughing in disbelief.
“No way that whore really said that! My god, that is unbelievable!” A random man asked, nearly falling off his bar stool.
Your blood ran cold, snapping you out of your deep thoughts. You felt the sticky slime that was in your brain seep down to the bottom parts of your queasy stomach. Your breath came in short breaths as you forced yourself to turn around, to look, to see.
His bright gold fang glimmered in the gold light in the bar, red eyebags glowing for everyone to see.
You dropped the giant plate of cups you were holding, the sound echoing and stopping the whole bar.
You ran out before everyone could really see you making the commotion.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
hey.
saw u @ the bar
You kept staring at those messages, the images on the screen preventing you from sleep. Your boss had let you go home early, and you couldn’t rest. You paced, you went out for a run in the dead of night, you took a shower, tried to read, tried to watch a movie. Nothing stopped the anxiety and sickness from rising in your throat. You even tried throwing up, to dispel the emotions all in one go.
You’ve never been one to just let go, so you couldn’t even do that. You’ve left him on read for four hours now, your bedside clock reading twelve. What could you say to that? Did he actually see you? Or did he see the shattered glass on the floor, and through whispers figure out it was you who made the mess? Did he actually care? Was he just playing some sick trick on you?
hey, fucking idiot, saw you at the dirty bar i drink at. fucking loser.
That’s probably what he meant to type, but he was just too drunk to actually type it out right.
You saw a new message pop up, and your heart picked up faster than a woodpecker before winter.
wont tell promise
You turned your phone off and stared at the plain wall in front of you. You blinked back tears, heavy breaths coming out short and quick. You heaved a sob before you realized just how exhausted you were, feeling the tiredness deep in your bones, your soul.
How lucky you were to have your therapy appointment tomorrow.
Thankfully, you always made sure you didn’t work when you had therapy, and that they were always in the afternoon. You loved sleeping in, as a working adult you didn’t often get too. Slow mornings were your utmost favorite.
Get up
Get dressed
Take dog out
Eat
Do whatever
Those days were often more rewarding than days filled with activities and do-to lists, at least for you anyway. Though, you were never one to complain when someone else did the planning. Before, Papyrus would always plan outings, right down to what time you ate and how many calories were in your meals. Helpful for him, hellish for you. You never minded that much, not in the grand scheme of things, because it meant you could sightsee or goof off without being stressed about time. You and Sans would always go off, you smiled to yourself as you walked down the street, your breath clouding in front of you, and wreck as much calm chaos as you could in Papyrus’ schedule. He was always on time, and always got pranked.
You didn’t even realize your eyes stung with tears until you got back home, and warm trails of water were traveling down your face. Letting your little dog go, you decided to forgo breakfast in favor of unhealthy snacks. You didn’t shower, but instead anxiously waited around for 1:30 to come by.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
“I saw him.” You immediately said as you walked into her office.
Your therapist's office was pretty standard. Fidget toys, soft chairs, books, warm, but not bright, colors and decorations, closed but uncovered window. Dr. Ezer looked over you in shock, her bright eyes staring right into you. She was a middle-aged woman, a bit too young to be your mother, but too old to be a rival classmate who was doing way better than you in life. Perfect.
“Oh! Oh dear, how bad is it? Level 10?” She asked, while she kept her composure as she watched you sit, you watched her fumble with her paperwork and uncross her legs.
“No no, sorry, not him him, but, uhm, one of his cousins. Jefeito.” You clarified, leg bouncing. Her shoulders untensed, and she sat back with a serious look on her face.
“Jefeito? Who is that again?”
“He was just one of the guys living in the house, we never really interacted, but when we did it was always kind of aggressive.” You looked down, shame now building in your face. “He’d call me an….” Taking a moment, you took a breath and reminded yourself that you were speaking because this was then not now, and not tomorrow. You are breaking down what these experiences did to you, not analyzing threats coming to attack you. These people cannot hurt you anymore. “He’d call me an easy drug whore, when we’d pass in the hallway.” A strong blush over took your face, the shame too much to hide. Tears spilled over, and snot immediately formed. You grabbed at the tissue box next to you, angrily wiping at your face. Dr. Ezer called out to you, reminding you to be gentle with your heart. Which meant that to be gentle with your heart, you had to first be gentle with what carried it.
“He never like, he hit me, but it was a shoulder check or like, a shove. Never hard enough to leave a bruise but hard enough to remind me of my ‘place.’” You air quoted, shuffling uncomfortably in your seat. “His brother was always a little nicer to me, but just seeing him made me sick. He texted me afterward, too. Nothing bad. Or maybe it was bad because it was about him. I don’t know I-” You had given her your phone, rambling while she read the words carefully on your phone screen. Her expression was unreadable.
She set your phone down on the little TV tray in front of you and leaned back while looking at you. Usually, when she did that, it meant she had had no real insight for you other than what your immediate course of action was.
“Are you going to respond to him?” She asked, tone questioning.
“I….I don’t know, should I? When he texted me that last part, I felt relieved? Or scared? I’m not sure, it was like the past three years came rushing at me. Like everything I experienced wasn’t just some bad fever dream, like every bad thing was a real memory and every part I can’t remember is something I’m now missing.” You shrugged, you felt so unsure of everything.
“What do I even say? I don’t want to open conversation, but then it’s going to hang over me all day. What if I see him there again? I can’t keep running away. I have to keep my job, I mean.” You groaned, falling back into the chair. “I can’t just keep running away from them.” You looked back over at her, and you could feel her gaze right into your soul, perceiving and analyzing every little broken inch of you.
“If you were to respond, you should keep it short and simple. ‘That would be appreciated.’ or simply liking the message would do. No need to open a conversation or invite him into your world. There is no immediate danger with him, right?” She asked, testingly.
You mulled it over, the weight of the world on the tip of your tongue.
Jefeito wasn’t an immediate danger, he didn’t threaten you, like Hero or ruin your life like Sans and Papyrus did. Like he did. Even saying his nickname made you sick, made your stomach churn with fear.
“Well then, why don’t we go over lowering our anxiety levels in public?” She grabbed a stress ball for you, and you stared into the empty eyes of a cat.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
You rode the public transport back, looking out the window with more text messages open. You still kept in contact with your monster friends, but after everything went down with Sans and Papyrus the first time, you started being flaky. After the second, you almost went ghost. You almost did a lot of things. The only beings you really kept in contact with were Toriel and Frisk. For some reason, they looked up to you and always wanted to hang out with you. Now that they're older, they send you a lot of memes and TikToks. Still, talking was hard. Seeing them was even harder.
Hello dear friend! It is I, Toriel! I am sending you a text in the hopes that you are well. Maybe we should meet up? No worries!
Sincerely, Toriel.
You didn’t know how to respond, what you would say, how you would say anything. So you didn’t. You couldn’t say much of anything these days. You started to walk home with a pit in your stomach, all the emotions in your head and stomach clouding your intuition. Your apartment wasn’t that far, but it was far enough for the cold to sting your cheeks and make you shove your hands in your pocket.
You didn’t notice your dog's lack of barking as you unlocked your door.
deadass don't get people that ship the kiddos in undertale. like in general. you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me you ship frisk with other characters like that isn't a whole ass child. like that's not a literal six year old. wild.
so im writing this as more of a warning? I'm writing a self-indulgent fic because I've felt pretty down lately, I have given on up on BSD, my brain is just finky
Hey I’m sorry it’s been so long :( but I’m back from being really busy and got a chance to catch up!! Ahh I love the story so far, can’t wait to see what happens next ^^ -🌼 (maybe could I change my signature to snapdragon? I just wanted you to know it was the same anon)
Aaahh!!! Don't worry about it, if anything I should be sorry for all the pauses in-between updates when I have the chapters ready. Thank you thank you!!! I'm always happy about people like you :DDDD of course!!!!! Your emoji can literally be anything and I'd still be happy :D
No because the chapter im writing is 11 pages long.
Im not done with it.
Usually I dont re-read my chapters (which is obvious sadly) because I just dont have the time or patience, but I will have to go back and edit it so much holy shit.
