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she/they . rarepair liker i write (occassionally) // MDNI hsr . smosh . dol

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Void X digital circus torture

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irohas made me giggle lowk why is she hitting the shinjichair pose

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first post i make in like months and its for this dumbass homemade sdra2 meme

danganronpa another 1 n 2 moots where are you i need so many of you now

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That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

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if i wanted to lie, i'd say it was Akagami no Shirayukihime (Snow White with the Red hair). if i was waterboarded by Batman, I'd admit it was Mamotte! Lollipop.

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the art of stepping into the second leg of a pair of jeans without losing my balance is one i have yet to master

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Hush, hush, hush. (5) // A DoL Self Insert fic !!

Characters are from my own sideblog (Osnii the Indecent) and my two good friends' sideblogs, @kayasbookshelf and @nyx-obsidi. General TWs for a mature fic w smut scenes about DoL should be noted and taken seriously considering I will have fun with the explicit parts, hehe :3 characters will likely be referred to with nicknames at points, so check my sideblog's post on that if it's confusing. Anyway, i hope you enjoy chapter 5 if you choose to read lolol

Chapter 5: Seismic

Throughout the earth it grumbled, Fool’s gold tempted the puny. Wistful was he to cast stares, But to drag a blackened angel to the cross, Is to sacrifice a dog to a cage.

“God fuck this stupid game-!”

Nyx was on her fourth day of bedrest. Which is to say that her half-week’s been going great so far; gaming and making actual progress on some songs she was writing with the occasional help of Kaya, she couldn’t wish for a more productive time. Though, this new game’s stumped her as she’s stuck in a rut of grinding on-stream for a boss that she can’t even tank a single hit from. She wishes she’d listened to her subscribers who had told her that there was no way she could do much else but smoke weed late-game if she didn’t pay for some perks.

“Pay to win is fucking pathetic, chat, I don’t care what you say, I’m not spending a dime on a game that Castor can beat on hard with no equipment. Okay, sure, he has those god-like fingers of his, but like-“

“Ghh..” A tired groan broke her tirade as she excuses herself from the stream, turns off her webcam and mic, before slowly making her way over to her bed. She plops there, turns a bit and sits up, all with a stiff ankle. She’s gotten adept at squirming around with this handicap.

Nyx appreciates Osnii’s choice of moving her bed and Kaya’s together. Sure, she has to be careful to not get this nasty fever that Kaya has, but it’s convenient to be able to take care of her while she’s comfortable.

“What’s up Kai? Was I being too loud?” Nyx places a hand on her friend’s shoulder and it’s caked in sweat. She has to resist pulling her hand away because the sensation was just a bit much for her.

“It’s fine..” Kaya murmurs, scrunched up eyes trained on a science book that she’d been reading since morning.

“Put the thing down and have a nap, Kai. You’re pretty good at being sleepy during English by this time,” she teases gently, hand instinctively moving up and down to rub her. How did she keep forgetting she was sweaty? Maybe her protective urge overrode her urge to pull her hand away and shake it as hard as she could.

“Can’t.. We have weekly tests.. and..”

The sentence itself makes Nyx groan. She snatches the book out of her hands and huffs, “What was that thing Sirris said? You process information you study when you sleep, not when you stay awake?”

“..But,” Kaya starts as if she has a retort to a direct quote of her professor but she fails to find it, if there ever was one, and sighs.

“But nothing. I’ll test you on.. Where did you read till so far?” Nyx asks, opening the book to where Kaya had dogeared the page on instinct. It wasn’t the first time Nyx had snatched a book of hers away from her whilst she was reading; she’s acquired muscle memory to pinch her fingers and crease the page her hand was on before the book was yanked.

“Page 445..” she yawns and Nyx smiles, what a smart idiot. Too afraid to be left in the dust and so she forgets the proper advice of a professor she likes.

“..Ah, this part, human health and diseases?”

“Yep..” Kaya says to no one but the wind with how quiet it was. Nyx scoffs amusedly; she was so reluctant to a bit of shut-eye just a second ago but the first sweet embrace of what it felt like to close her eyes when they begged to be closed so badly must’ve goaded her.

“I guess I’ll just test you on that part when you wake up, see if you remember,” she laughs to herself as she turns and leans on the wall to help her back to her desk, “knowing you, the entire textbook might come out of that mouth if I’m not careful to ask short questions..”

She settles again, fitting her headphones back on and getting back to the stream with a grin.

“Just had to go check up on my roommate. She’s pretty sick, worse off than me at this point. At least I can scream at Kanidano* without coughing my lungs out, y’know?” Nyx adjusts the mic before opening up the godforsaken game.

To grinding she’d be banished to, and to grinding she’d have to find joy in while she wrecks her index’s joints.

“I am not fighting that boss again. It took me like twenty minutes, and this one gives me just as much EXP for like ten minutes. Even if it does break my pointer finger to do it,” she groans, scrolling through a list of bosses, most of them badged with a proud gold insignia given to those who completed them without taking a single hit.

Then there were the two she was speaking of, both stamped with silver and bronze respectively.

“I get it, once I can actually start dodging it, I’ll get silver and get the bonus twenty Cellups*. As if that matters. I’m not even a Lilox* user, what good is that doing for me, chat?” Nyx grumbles, clicking through a few menus to re-equip some things and take out a few others before she tested herself on the boss of her choosing.

It’s hard work to game all morning and still continue to do so after lunch. Her fingertips throb with red pain, a strange sight that painted her paper-pale skin. She knows she’ll have to stretch a bit after this but it’s considerably less fun to do now when she can’t stand upright without a scalding pang of pain striking through her.

She tries to tell this to chat and gets colourful responses. It does sound a bit entitled when she thinks back on it.

“Fine, I admit it, that sounds stupid. It’s just.. when I stretch just my hands and back, it feels like an incomplete stream, y’know? It’s better if I had never done it in the first place.”

As she quips with her viewers while completely zoned in on beating up a fat pig-like creature whose bottom bonded with the floor, thrashing about to get out of the deepening hole she had to dig. This was easier than having to actually fight some of the other beasts but she did have to tap that right mouse button like it owed her money.

While she dug and dug, the hole expanded, the creature was nearly on its last.. hooves? What the fuck were pig’s feet called? Fuck if she knew. All she remembered then was dragging her eyes up from her character, across the abyssal hole to look at the beast.

Her eyes flicked back to the abyssal hole.

Eyes. They seemed to stare at her.

The boss falls and the victory screen comes up, then a second later the loading screen.

“r u ok mommy?” A ten-pound donation sprung up a notification on screen.

Her heart pulsed harder than it ever has. The sheer anxiety that ran through her body froze her in the same place as she was just a moment ago, focused on getting through a game, her fingers stuck to the mouse, right-click held down, her other fingers clutching the scroll and left-click. Doom crawled around her neck like a tight noose, threatening to choke out what little bravery she had left.

Though the reflection of her screen from the hole could only show images of black, gray, and white, she was unfortunately so locked in on it that she could see the veins in those eyes; The pupils, too realistic, for a retro pixel game to pull off.

In a few seconds flat, she was holding her chest, panting. The annoying donation sounds of a duck quacking reverberated through the quiet. People were worried for her.

She was seeing things, she had to be.

Nothing could stand behind her when she had her camera on for a stream. She was just having a break. That’s it. That was all it was.

“Afhh..”

Kaya was just making noises to entertain herself at this point.

She woke up with quite a start, the loud slam of their bedroom door hadn’t actually caused her to sit up, but she did jolt where she lied in their combo-bed now. It was strange until she turned her head and noticed Nyx wasn’t in her seat. Kaya assumes that maybe she played for too long and realized she hadn’t gotten up for a pee break. It wasn’t an absurd scenario, it was something Osnii and Kaya had woken up to at least twenty times in the years Nyx started, and has gone through with, streaming. To her, the embarrassment of wetting herself because she forgot to take care of it normally must’ve weighed much heavier on the scale rather than waking them up aggressively.

Kaya still remembers how terrified Osnii was that first night, clutching to her so tightly that it felt like the succubus would tear her new holes. It was justified, they’d really thought someone kidnapped Nyx or worse. They were barely teenagers, in fact, it was a week after Nyx’s 13th birthday. The two of them were still twelve and scared shitless.

It’s a fond memory. The memory of them, dressed in their pyjamas, giving Nyx a late night public scolding so bad the others thought they thrashed her. Not the memory of them hugging each other till they worked up the courage to go check for their friend. That truly felt like life or death.

“Buhh..” she pops with her lips, trying to convince herself to speak. Naps were hard with this new fever ridden body, especially the process of restarting her voice box manually, as if she were a rusty robot.

Kaya’s actually trying to gaslight herself into thinking she has a fever. Osnii said something much more serious when she had a doctor come to their room to check up on them and give her a blood test, something that’d keep her in bed for much longer than she’d like to stay for.

 “Fhh..” she hisses, the cold air conditioner licking at the sliver of skin her pyjamas and blankets had so conveniently forgotten to cover up. She does it herself and warmth envelops her once more.

A tight, sweltering warmth that bordered on boiling. Perhaps she can’t call it warmth then.

But the cold air has her tuck herself further beneath the sheets. She feels much better stuck in a pool of her hot misery and sweat.

It’s a much more exaggerated version of a physical state she was getting begrudgingly used to nowadays. That of arousal.

Blonde hair passes through her mind, that and a pair of sharp blue eyes that gaze down at her like she’s a common pebble on a road. When he picks her up between his fingers, rubbing them over her as if she’d ever asked, shining her, he must’ve seen something much prettier than the gray stone of a normal little pebble. Because he pocketed her and shines her whenever the sun’s up.

The love story between a human and a pebble. How tragic, it ends with him losing her in the rushing waters of a river whose mouth ends at sea.

Maybe Whitney would lose her the same way but she hasn’t yet sketched out the symbolism of what the sea and rivers would be. Would they be the ever-flowing current of life, throwing him far from her?

In an ideal world, she moves out of this city with her two friends, finds a partner while she’s in college, settles down once Nyx and Osnii were situated comfortably, and live out her life with a few children being her future responsibilities.

Nowadays, she finds herself wanting for something stupid and dangerous.

No self-respecting nerd has dreams of staying with their bully. They want to go far, far away, bloom and flourish and grow into a person they never would’ve become if they were still near that oppressive presence. If they wished for parenthood, they would want to mold their children into the type of person to never be disrespected or pushed around.

It is a hazardous task to reform someone who doesn’t want it so perhaps she should quit fantasizing about something that’d never happen.

Still, in a tiny part of her heart too miniscule for Ozzy or Nick to peer into, there lies an affection for Whitney that she’s had to come to terms with during her bedrest. If not the many thoughts of how boring her days were now, strapped to the bed to drown herself in hot water and pills and books she knew like the back of her hand, then the many dreams she’s had about him has to be it. She’s lost her sanity and she’s fallen for a man who assaults her. Rapes her, even.

She’s gifted him something and she’s helped him out with tests, albeit while giving him handies, blowies or thighjobs. That’s even worse, she realizes.

The door creaks open and a figure clad in a familiar black hoodie comes back in.

“..Nick,” Kaya staggers, voice shaky and unsure of itself.

“I was gone to the bathroom, Kai.”

“No, that’s not..” Kaya’s a little stunned at how upfront she was with her response. Normally, she doesn’t say anything, she usually doesn’t have to defend herself over that anymore because Kaya and Osnii implicitly know that..

..Had she not gone to the bathroom? Now that she thinks of it, she doesn’t notice the usual sag in Nyx’s sweatpants. The woman’s too lazy to tighten them back up.

That was unimportant. If Nyx wanted to tell her, she would’ve.

“Need your opinion,” she coughs, sitting up with some difficulty, positioning her pillow vertically to rest against the wall so she didn’t have to break her back on the wall. It sounds dramatic but her body was truly too sensitive to make that joke.

“Shoot, Kai,” Nyx says, sitting back in her chair while she clicks and presses some things. She murmurs an apology shamefully too, maybe she was streaming earlier..

Sorry, what the fuck had Nyx actually gone to do? She usually sets her streams on break if she needs  a break, and when she returns for them, she’s never said sorry. She makes it a goddamn point to never apologize because she’s not at fault for taking a break.

It’s eating her up on the inside but she doesn’t have more words besides the question she has to ask her. Perhaps when they refresh after another nap but definitely not now.

“Me and Whitney.”

Nyx was too busy closing up shop at her desk to fully process what Kaya had just said. But once she’s toddling back to bed, leaning against the wall, her red eyes go wide.

“..Respectfully, what do you want from that question?” Nyx asks but that sharp glare Kaya gives her is enough to make her wince and mutter up an answer as she lies beside her.

“I think.. He’s awful to you. I find it annoying that you won’t let me at him more often because he fucking deserves these two fists in his face and crotch,” she grumbles.

“It’s not enough to say he’s a bad person who’s assaulted both you and Oz-“ Nyx pauses in her sentence, noticing Kai shaking her head and mouthing something.

“He’s never assaulted Oz.”

Nyx huffs with wide eyes and a disbelieving smile, “really? You goddamn know she wouldn’t have asked for it herself. My definition of consensual sex for her is sex she proposes to someone, not the other way around. Otherwise, it’s just someone unknowingly taking advantage of the fact that she’s a fucking succubus. So yeah, he’s assaulted the two of you, end of story.”

“...”

Kaya stares up at Nyx with a soft smile, something torn between laughter and fondness. This headstrong girl was starting to finally see fault in what Osnii inherently was rather than what she did because of her inherent nature. It was nice.

“Quit the sappy stare. You wanted an opinion on you and Piss right?”

She nods wordlessly.

“Right. Well, I think he’s way too fucking attached to you at this point. He kept muttering how angry he was with old guys touching her,” Nyx rolls her eyes as she tries to act his line out, bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them there, “While I punched him a couple of times, he just looked so pissed off that you’d defied him in some.. stupid way.”

Obviously, Kaya was going to be silent but Nyx was expecting her to say something, anything. Instead..

“..Don’t focus on that. I’m pretty sure he’s just acting like a teen boy with an uncle who ate half his lunch or something.”

Kaya knew what that meant. Tacitly, Nyx was telling her that all he saw Kaya as was an object, a meal; something to be claimed, devoured, hoarded.

But she can’t stop the flutter in her heart when she hears he was angry for a reason such as that.

She’ll ask Sydney later when Ozzy brings him the next day.

She’ll ask him how she should pray for a miracle.

Though she wasn’t meant to be at school this week, Kaya had convinced her to go since a certain teacher was worried about her.

“Osnii, make sure you give this to li’l Syd when you’re leaving.”

Sirris’ optional science sessions during the swimming classes were truly a gift from a God she definitely didn’t believe in. Who has the willpower to go into a room full of half naked people their age, shining with water and or sweat, panting, and not absolutely suck the soul out of every one of them? Definitely not her. She’s already tested out how she feels about such instances with a sauna and she can confidently say that she has no self-control when she sees people all hot and bothered.

“Got it, Sir,” Osnii flashes a smile at him, waving, “You’re still accepting my project topic on phalli, right?”

“After a lot of deliberation, I decided it’d be fine,” the man sighs while reflecting her smile, crow’s feet marking the corners of his eyes, “Just keep yourself safe. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt for a school project. The important part is that you’re learning, alright?”

She cheers as she takes up the books Sirris had pushed to the front of his desk, “I’ll be just fine and I’ll make you proud while I’m at it!”

Sirris laughs and waves her off. She could see a bit of unidentifiable worry in his eyes. It’s not something she’s never seen from someone, it was a usual sort of look that some of her nicer elderly clientele would give her when they talked with her.

She shrugs it off and merrily heads to the library, holding the books right against her chest.

Tall shelves of books line a cleared out straight path to the counter. Opposite to them were a bunch of round tables and chairs, some occupied by students already busy studying their butts off for tests that’d only be at the end of the week. The library program was a bit impressive for the school and she can picture Kaya’s big joyful smile at the thought. The urge to see it before her very eyes takes up her brain for a moment and she decides it’s best if she doesn’t take too long here.

“Osnii,” a calm voice calls from the counter and she spots Sydney, his face very friendly. Perhaps it was the few afternoons and evenings where he’d come over to help out with Kaya and Nyx but she felt it easy to say that she and Sydney were closer now.

“Sydney!” Osnii walks right over and deposits the books without a moment’s notice, “Your dad asked me to give these to you.”

Usually, she’d make a bit more small talk. Ask how he’s doing, what the books were about, or even tell him how much of a joy he found his father to be. That’d be an opening for something longer however and she had places to be today. Or just one place, the brothel doesn’t necessarily need her till Friday.

“Oh, thank you, how kind,” he gratefully accepts them, flipping through the pages with slender, long fingers that her eyes fixate on for a little too long. She opens her mouth to speak but she hears him mutter a sentence that rung through her head for a while.

“Perhaps you can be saved.”

..Oh, no thank you, how conceited, is all she can think.

Osnii shouldn’t have even considered fantasizing about a man from the temple, a way to ensure her destruction if he’d ever realized how she was a true to form demon. Osnii should’ve told Kaya that it was lovely to have him over to help out but that she would never see him as anything, not as a friend, or acquaintance, only ever as her favourite teacher’s child. Osnii was a fool.

“I’ll be leaving then,” She gathers herself again, moving away from the counter.

He notices almost immediately and catches her hand before it lifted off from the wood surface. It is cold, his touch, and even with how many small rubs and presses and caresses they’d shared with one another’s hands, though not in the way she wished, she still finds it new.

“Osnii,” Sydney blurts out, “When Nyx and Kaya are healthy and coming to school again, could you spare an evening to visit the temple? I think it’d be lovely if you acquainted yourself with Sister Jordan and..”

White noise fills her ears. She has to force a smile. Her wrist, captured by his hand, wriggles free.

She doesn’t want to throw him off entirely so she takes up his hand again, squeezing softly.

“That’s so thoughtful of you to offer but I prefer to pray at home.”

The word burned on her tongue when she thought of the deity that the temple so desperately seeks protection from, akin to rats who take, take and take from a human’s pantry.

“I insist,” He says gently, squeezing back, “It’s a beautiful experience, especially for those who’ve only kept their faith concentrated in their home.”

“..I don’t doubt it,” she mumbles, her hand a bit shaky now.

The cruel things she heard the temple had done to demons like and unlike her doesn’t justify the mere idea of prancing on in there without a strong reason. The notion that he wants her to be reformed by prayers is even worse.

What would he do to her if he found out her sources of income? Her heritage? The way she sustained her life?

“But really, I’m too busy,” Osnii leaves his hand and waves, “I need to make money as well. You’ve heard as much from Kai, yes?”

He parts his lips and shuts them again, his hand doing practically the same motion. He was shut down, gently he may add, but shut down nonetheless. When he sees her smile again as she moves off, he plucks up the courage to say what he wants her to know. So that she could consider, even slightly, the possibility of prayer with him.

“The temple allots a hefty sum for an initiate’s allowance,” he tells her loudly, breaking his very own rule of keeping quiet in the library. Heads turn and she can feel an unfamiliar embarrassment creep up on her.

Before she can stop him from yammering on, he continues, “And I’ve seen how gentle you are with the two of them. Your hands are good with both plant and person. Your allowance would be well earned with the way you work.”

A part of that strikes her. It’s a very sweet sentiment that he noticed that she likes gardening though he’s only ever caught her tending to her roses once. It isn’t enough to convince her but it is a soft spot for her so she gives him a grateful smile.

“Thank you. I’ll..” she thinks in those two seconds, he likely won’t relent if she keeps shrugging it off. She sucks it up, as much as it pains her to say, “..consider it.”

Sydney lights up and she knows she’s made the utterly wrong decision by giving him false hope. He looks too sweet, all smiles and expectations, standing there behind the counter while the few students at their tables watched this exchange.

Osnii was a bit too popular for this. Most of the students knew of her lechery but Sydney was the special breed of student where he was popular yet he didn’t hear all the ends and beginnings of school gossip. So the snickering that a few of those assholes let out wasn’t a huge surprise, though it was annoying.

She made her way out of there. Out of the library and out of the school gates. Whitney tries, and fails, to stop her.

“Oi, whore,” he starts, awful weezer blue eyes locking with hers, “stay and tell me-“

“Don’t disturb me. Forget I even walked through these gates.”

The heart shaped pupils of her eyes pulsated, their regular shape bulging till they met the borders of their individual iris. She was against using her compel since it felt dirty to use against innocent people but this worthless thing who’d kept her friends at home, this pathetic boy, he forced her hand.

He goes unnaturally quiet and doesn’t move when she walks past. It was a good thing his friends weren’t nearby or she’d have an even harder headache than the one she’s newly acquired.

The sun nearly dips into the horizon.

The simple sight of it on her walk home made her realize that Whitney was waiting for a lot longer than he usually was. He never hung around the front of school that late. Maybe he wanted answers from her. She wasn’t one to give them to him.

When she’s finally in front of the door, she notices how her heart rate slows and her palms feel less sweaty. This whole day, she’d been on edge. She left the two of them because Kaya practically pleaded with her to go. Even though Osnii kept repeating that Syd would get her the notes she wanted so bad, Kaya was relentless.

She really wishes she hadn’t listened to her. The only good thing that happened at all today was the extra classes with Sirris. Even during those, he kept asking her if she was okay because she seemed so on edge.

She was worried. She wanted nothing more than to be by their side the whole day.

Osnii opens the door with her key. It’s quiet and dark. They must’ve fallen asleep. She turns on Kaya’s desk nightlight.

Something’s not right. The smell in this room was off by miles. She didn’t even have to check under the bed to know exactly why, but if she wanted to make sure the situation was stable, she’d have to.

Green and dreadfully gaping eyes stared at her from beneath the bed.

“Do not make a sound. Do not move your muscles.”

Her headache worsens with the new orders she’d given but at least she subdued this creep. He doesn’t seem to move an inch when before, the darkness around him squirmed a bit.

When she finally took hold of his appearance, she noticed those striking eyes.

They blinked. How did they blink?

(*) - refers to any and all things to do with the fictional game "Kanidano" that I made up for Nyx's streams, lol.

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Hush, hush, hush. (4) // A DoL Self Insert fic !!

Characters are from my own sideblog (Osnii the Indecent) and my two good friends' sideblogs, @kayasbookshelf and @nyx-obsidi. General TWs for a mature fic w smut scenes about DoL should be noted and taken seriously considering I will have fun with the explicit parts, hehe :3 characters will likely be referred to with nicknames at points, so check my sideblog's post on that if it's confusing. Anyway, i hope you enjoy chapter 4 if you choose to read lolol

Chapter 4: Raw Hands in Tight Cuffs

Writhe her hands as she may, The girl watched, clipped to the tallest tree, As the fires beneath her danced higher and higher. To fly above as did they, Her right and left once clasped, now free, From a fate that didn’t deserve her.

Osnii rarely used her wings to fly around town, hell, she didn’t even like using them when people weren’t watching.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of it, more so that it required undoing a lot of work to keep her wings hidden from everyone. Sure, she had to hide just about all the things that made her visibly succubus, her tail and horns being such things, but her wings were a pain to hide in the first place. She had to cram them, fold them and scrunch them as much as she could. It would always thrum with pain during the first few days she did it, hence why she only ever opened them once in a while.

But after Kaya’s calls overrode the Do Not Disturb on her phone plus the crazed one-word texts that she kept sending to her, those wings busted out of her shirt on their own.

And god, they could not keep her up during those first pitiful attempts, which she could cut them slack for since she was the one who crumpled them to keep herself safe. Once she could fly with no issues, she shot into the sky like a well strung arrow, and off she went.

It felt freeing to be in the skies once more. Her kind deserved the deep depths of hell, yet they were given wings, why? She has a list of questions about her succubus heritage but she wasn’t too mad that they were left unanswered.

“Kaya, my darling, what happened?”

She busts through the door, slamming it so hard it must’ve startled the sleep out of the others at the orphanage. The bunny girl she was so worried about was curled up in bed, tugging and holding her bunny ears. Red eyes and puffy eyelids betrayed the softness that she greeted Osnii with once she sat up, rubbing her face.

“There’s.. no time, Ozzy. You.. you need to go to the Park.”

Because a nice walk in the park would be good while her friend cries herself to sleep.

“Like hell I’m going there,” she sets aside her bag and her now ruined coat with some new holes at the back for her unfolded wings. She rolls her eyes at them but quickly returns her attention to the very urgent matter at hand. Assessing this poor girl’s state.

She sits beside her and hugs her tightly, running her hands through her hair and muttering, “Shh, I’m not leaving you right now, not until you tell me what happened, Kaya.”

Her wings, leathery and a deep red, wrap around her in an embrace, keeping her close. Though Kaya was just a bit taller than her, Osnii felt a need to baby her. The need would never be satisfied especially if she kept making her worry like an elder sister would. Her one hand pats her back, her other massaging her head.

“C’mon love, tell me,” she goads.

It’s then Kaya looks up at her from where she was buried in her chest, pleading, “Whitney.. upset me again, and Nyx caught wind of it, a- and.. she saw me, for a moment, now.. now she’s.. gone to the Park to..”

Her friend didn’t even have to finish her sentence for her to sigh. God damn it, that impulsive woman was off to get herself into jail again.

“..I’ll come back to you soon,” Osnii tells Kaya, straightening her up, her soft hands on her shoulders, “Keep yourself happy for me, okay? I’ll make sure Nyxie gets out of this free. Just..” she drags one of those hands up to Kaya’s tear-stained cheek, thumbing it, “..don’t cry too much more. I can tell you’re going to get sick, my darling.”

“O- Okay,” Kaya weakly mutters before hugging her one last time.

As Osnii’s about to leave their room, Kaya seems to have finally caught on to something.

“..Did you fly here?”

She smiles to herself before looking back and giving her a proper grin, “All for you, Kai. Hope that cheers you up.”

Even while she was rushing out, even while the pain of scrunching her wings up thronged through her like a drum, she holds the smile that Kaya gave and hopes that she’ll give something of the sort to Nyx. It’d make her feel a lot better after Osnii berates her for getting into legal trouble.

“Oh Lan’s going to extort me dry..” she grumbles as she gets on a bus to the Park.

It’s already packed thickly with sweaty reporters and curious park dwellers. She would have had a hard time getting through without getting groped, which is to say that she had an easy time getting to the front, just with the momentary intrusions of hands appreciating her as she passed. It was a good trade because the loud sirens of the fuzz didn’t sound like it was too near so she could perhaps sneak Nyx out-

Speak of the idiot, what was she doing, getting hurt in this match?

Osnii notices that familiar bat, crowned with nails and screws, thrown to the side. She supresses a groan. Of course Whitney had to throw that thing aside. There was actually an even higher chance that Nyx herself did that so that they could have a fair fight.

Now she had to deal with that awful scrunch in her heart. Not of love, but of fear and worry.

Nyx’s face was bruised, her tank top ripped and dirtied. Even worse, her one bloodied hand stroked her ankle, and Osnii could just tell it was an awful oedema.

Before she could stop herself, she ran to Nyx’s side.

“Why, why..” she fell to her knees beside her, taking a better look at the injuries she sustained, “Nyx, you idiot, why..!”

“You’re too busy fussing about me to notice my *best* achievement,” Nyx hoarsely laughed, her voice strained as if she had yelled and screamed a good lot earlier. It tugged at her heart but she may as well humour her friend.

As she turns though, she’s met with a glorious sight that gives her pause.

Whitney had sustained a good few scratches to his face, and his shirt was even more torn up than Nyx’s, with actual proper wounds to not belie them. He held his jaw tightly, his nose bleeding from both nostrils. Even better, that punk’s jacket was ruined beyond repair.

“..Unfortunately,” she mumbles to herself, “The people around have already seen a good chunk of the evidence.. but..” She looks at Nyx and smiles mischievously, “Is there anything I can do to make him seem even more incriminated than he already is? I need your settlement charges to be low as shit, Nyxie.”

“Well..” Nyx returns her grin and offers her a hand, “There’s a chance that he’ll try to say I fucked up my ankle on my own since that’s my.. worst injury right now,” she hisses before huffing, “Smother some of the blood on my fingers down there. It’ll look more like his doing then.”

Osnii does as she’s instructed, not before indignantly muttering, “you do need to give me a thorough explanation of what happened here, or I’m telling Kaya about this sprained ankle.”

“Alright, I get it,” she laughs, “..I do think I’m going to be strapped to bed for a while though so I don’t know how we’ll hide it anyway.”

“You can tell her you got it some other way, I don’t care,” Osnii gets up and dusts herself off before she groans, “Fuck, the fuzz is here.”

“Hahh.. I’m a little glad you actually have a sprain, Nickel, or it’d make dealing with Leighton a whole lot worse,” Osnii exasperatedly says, her hands focusing their attention on pressing a nice cold ice pack to Nyx’s bandage wrapped ankle.

It had been a night since the whole ordeal. A night full of Osnii fussing over her, and of a very sick and sniffly Kaya chastising her the best she could before she passed out into another deep nap.

Perhaps some would think that her night would’ve revolved more around the actual fight and police attention it got but Osnii had that dealt with in about a few minutes, getting both Nyx and begrudgingly Whitney scot-free. She thought she’d just be given a ride home but Osnii begged and insisted for a hospital visit.

Hence her new bandaged sprain. The doctors determined it wasn’t something that would keep her in bed for all that long, the swelling was just so intense that it had to be taken care of. No fractures, thank fuck.

“Oz..” she puts on her best pleading face. It’s not something she uses on just anyone, only the most privileged people who had a hold over her got to see her red eyes grow big and pitiful.

That being the two people she shared a room and most of her childhood with. How the hell was she supposed to survive without managing to be able to puppydog her way out of some scenarios? It was the only thing that worked on them. Sometimes.

“Don’t mind me Nyx.”

She feels just a little bad about the fact that Osnii goes from a week booked full of brothel shows and client meetings to being stuck at home to take care of her two friends. Not like they asked her, she did it herself. She didn’t even say anything about it to them but for the few hours she was out to buy stuff and presumably clear out her schedule, Kaya and Nyx were blabbering up a storm about it.

“..I’m pretty sure me and Nyxie are fine, Ozzy-“ Kaya strains, causing her to bend over and have another fit of coughs.

“No talking for you, Kai. Just listen to me, please,” Osnii clutches the ice pack tighter, glancing over at the properly sick girl. Seeing her sniffle and cough and look miserable instead of her nose stuck between the pages of a book or her mouth curled into a smile made Nyx want to throw another punch at Whitney, but the bloodlust seems to be written all over her face, to the point that Osnii presses on the icepack hard and makes her yelp.

“You. I can tell what you’re thinking. Drop it or I’m not even going to consider letting you stream that horror game you wanted to stream today.”

Maybe teaching Whitney a lesson can wait.

“O- Oz, you don’t have to take care of us, really, Kaya’s a little iffy and all but I’m fine..” Nyx protests, tilting her head, “Plus.. Uh.. Don’t you have.. a brothel show tonight?”

It’s an icky world they live in, where she has to accept that her dear friend could do that for work. Sure, it pays much better and much more consistently than the streaming work or the shows she’d put on with her band, but she doubts it’s any fun. Osnii makes it seem like it is but she’s seen the forlorn look on her face sometimes.

“..I thought you didn’t want me working there, Nyxie,” she teases, her mood lightening now, “thanks for considering me though. Briar’s got another person to do my job anyway. My understudy, if you will.” “..Plus, I have enough money kept aside to keep you and Kaya fed and treated for another few years, so shush,” she smiles, moving close to pat her hair, “have some rest. Yesterday took a lot of wind out of your sails, and if want to do all that streaming later, then you’ll need sleep.”

“I would take any chance of sleep I got but..” Nyx raises a hand to her chin and rubs it in deep thought, “I’m still thinking about.. the Moor Mouth.”

“The what now?”

“Pfttt-!” Kaya bursts out into the worst laughter the two of them had ever heard, and it took a while to get her to shut up before she descended into coughs and gags.

“What’s that?” Osnii asks, a little concerned after patting Kaya’s back to sooth her. She gets back to her job of soothing ice onto Nyx’s bandaged ankle afterward.

It was understandable why she was curious. Kaya wasn’t the type to laugh that hard at jokes, that too when she was exhausted and sick with a high fever. Nyx was a little hurt that what she laughed at wasn’t even a joke, it was..

“..My wet dream,” she admits, though maybe she forgot to add the sentence before that into her spoken words, because Osnii’s eyes widen as far as they could go.

“Your what?”

“Her wet dream,” Kaya mutters, reaching for her flask, which Osnii hands over to her. She pours herself some hot water as she snickers to herself, “I was.. so panicked yesterday morning because Nyxie woke up at like.. 3 a.m., all flustered by a dirty dream she had.”

“Heh, yeah, you should’ve seen Kai,” Nyx teases back, “she was rushing around the room, trying to get me tissues and shit like I had my first ever period or something.”

That seems to make Osnii laugh a bit. Mission success, she was a little less upset now.

“Well that was because you looked so.. stunned! And you were moaning so much, I thought you were having a nightmare, I didn’t think you were having a-“ she sips before giggling, “-wet dream.”

“..I need details,” Osnii mutters seriously, her amber eyes fixed on Nyx.

“Basically,” She starts, “I was in this foggy place. It was like that fuckass Moor you brought us to when we were eleven, Ozzy. Then, there was this.. condensed part of the fog. It started undressing me, and it formed into hands. One pinned my wrists and.. uh..” Nyx gulps, a warmth flushing her cheeks and the tips of her ears, “..the other did some things to me. Then it was like.. more of the fog condensed and.. gave me head, like you would say.”

“..Wait,” Osnii furrows her brow, “wait a fucking minute.”

She leans in, whispering, “Was there anything off with you after you woke up?”

“Yeah,” Nyx nods, “It looked like I fucking wet the bed. Not only that, my legs were just pure jelly for the entirety of yesterday. That’s why I uh.. was a little off my game when I fought with Whit yesterday.”

“No, I meant..” she doesn’t finish the sentence and Nyx knows she doesn’t need to. She knew that she had to tell Osnii at some point since she was leaving Kaya in the dark about this. Less because she trusted her, which she absolutely did, she was just not ready to deal with Kaya realizing that she was assaulted in the night. “..There were these marks on my thighs when I woke up,” she whispers to Osnii and notes that Kaya had set aside her flask and laid in her bed, snoozing away.

“And?”

“And.. my panties were torn up.”

Osnii stayed there in silence for a good long while. Clearly, she was looking through all the possibilities of who this could be and why this could’ve happened.

“But you two locked the door, right?”

Nyx nods, “I checked right after I noticed the torn panties. Nothing. The door wasn’t even ajar, it was properly locked. From the inside no less.”

Then, something seemed to click for Osnii. It clearly wasn’t a pleasant conclusion from the scrunch in her expression.

“They either came through the window or they were already in the bedroom when you two were in there.”

Nyx could feel her heart drop to her stomach. Honestly, this should’ve occurred to her. She thought that by some miracle, this person lockpicked their way in, but in that case, Kaya would’ve noticed since her dream ended only a bit after she.. came. God, admitting it to herself was odd, but this realization was even worse. Kaya was already up when she had awoken, so that person just could not have snuck away.

“It’s okay,” she strokes her hand, kissing it and muttering, “we’ll keep the lights on during the night for the next few weeks. I’ll just buy a battery powered light or something. I’ll check under the beds and closets before we sleep. Don’t think too hard on it, love.”

“..Thanks,” Nyx curtly mutters and the guilt of keeping her from her job sinks in harder, a hot iron branding on her heart.

“Ugh..”

Currently, Osnii was trying her hardest to get a pack of bandage wrap, sat on the highest shelf. It looked down at her as if it were a king in his palace and she, a mere servant, come to beg for his help. Or, like all good medieval things end, maybe she should start a coup and shake the shelf till the king fell into her hands.

If only she weren’t in a popular pharmacy, maybe that would’ve been an option, where afterward she could feign innocence by whimpering that the shelf was just too rickety and it nearly toppled everything onto her fragile self.

A hand reaches high over hers and grabs the pack before she could even have a chance to touch it. She grumbles, of course, on top of the fact that she was vertically challenged, now she has someone to yank the bandage wrap from. She turns and flutters her lashes up at the person who so graciously took the one thing she’d been jumping and grasping for the past hour.

“Did you.. want this?”

Osnii was caught off guard. The voice was familiar but now especially kind. It was the boy from the lockers, what was his name.. Sydney? She gives him a saccharine smile.

“Yes, I did, but I wouldn’t mind if you took it..”

He shakes his head, strawberry blonde ponytail swerving left and right at the fact, “You looked like you were having trouble.. Here.”

And he just offers it to her. With his hand splayed and everything, eyes lidded and observant. She swallows hard, her fingers trying to not touch even a speck of his skin. The skittishness seems to pull a laugh out of him, though it was short-lived when she raises a brow at it.

“..Thank you,” she murmurs as she feels the thing in her hands, making sure she wasn’t daydreaming having finally managed to get it. It was real alright and she felt good about it. That and the fact that he had got it for her.

Wait..

“How long were you watching me struggle?” she smiles at her expense, realizing he probably saw her jump and reach as much as her tubby short body could.

“A minute or so..” he says under his breath and she catches it, huffing and turning.

“For a religious boy, you’re more mischievous than I give you credit for,” she holds the pack to her chest, and just before she could thank him once more and say goodbye, he held her back by the shoulder. The touch felt cold and gentle on the skin of her shoulder that wasn’t covered by her poor choice of tank top.

“I have to ask you,” he starts and she looks over her shoulder, “Why were you not there the past week, lecher?”

Well, the obvious answer was out of the question. Perhaps she’ll build a lie on a truth as those are the sturdiest among the many little white ones and giant ones that could roll into Sisyphus’ boulder if she wasn’t careful.

“I was sick for a good while,” she frowns, “and just when I got better, Nyx and Kaya..”

That seems to catch his attention, the mention of Kaya’s name.

“..What happened to them? Kaya never skips usually,” Sydney says.

“She’s laid up with a high fever,” she shakes her head and leans her head on one of her hands, “and Nyxie has a bad ankle so I took off this week and the next to take care of them. It’s not going to get better quickly if I don’t sacrifice some time for the two.”

Osnii wasn’t lying at this point. It’s true, if she left the two to their own devices, they may get worse, they sure as hell wouldn’t get any better since they’d have to treat themselves. That and the new revelation of Nyx having an assailant.. she wasn’t leaving them alone even if her life hung in the balance.

“Oh dear..” He mutters and smiles gratefully, “It’s a good thing they have you then.” He whispers something else, and considering he’s blissfully unaware of her succubi heritage, he definitely doesn’t know that he can hear just about everything that even brewed on his tongue.

“Perhaps there’s only one sin you struggle with..”

She laughs softly but is quickly cut off by a question.

“..Who took care of you when you were sick, then?”

That’s when the guilt of her lie comes to bite at her. She shakes her hands in front of her face and smiles, “I can take care of myself just fine, it wasn’t all that bad, just a bit of stomach pain.”

“Self-sufficient,” he smiles before thinking on something for a while. He looks her over.

It’s weird. She’s gotten looks that inspect every part of her before, at the brothel and with her private clientele. The type that undressed her till she was left in the bare form that she was intended to roam the world with. It was a lecherous type of stare, the feeling you’d only get if a cat licked you, warm and gritted like sandpaper, but with the viscous wetness of a lubricant. The first few times she’d ever been stared that way she was just a child. It never stopped some of them.

She understands giving a prostitute that kind of stare because it’s what they’re paid for but she’d never understand why a child should be subjected to something that intrusive.

The way she stares at her was scary because it was new. He was curious in something that didn’t seem to be sex, the one thing she knew like the back of her hand. It was then that she wish she actually dressed a bit more modestly, though that was never an option because she had nothing of the sort in her wardrobe except for nightgowns. The tank top she chose which stretched to occupy her chubbier curves and the shorts that did as much as a miniskirt would was leaving her feeling embarrassed. Was her hair messy? It probably was, she hadn’t given it attention the past day.

“..I doubt it’s easy to take care of both a fever and a sprain,” he looks her in the eye and she’s taken aback by how determined he seems, “Kaya’s my friend, I’d like to know how she’s doing. Perhaps I can help you out too.”

Was this boy some sort of secret incubus? He compelled her so strongly but she’s not sure if that’s her being weak or actually a sign of incubus activity. But then, he couldn’t wear that cross, he couldn’t touch it and rub it so lovingly. Not even the most masochistic of her kind can bear the life altering pain touching a cross for more than a minute does to them.

“..You can visit her but I’ll have to..” she wants to decline him desperately. She can take care of her friends on her own. She doesn’t want him to see them like this either, what if they feel vulnerable or uncomfortable?

“You look exhausted,” he blurts out, “I’m not saying this because of some selfish want. Please.”

From there, she can’t remember much. They were quiet during her buying the bandage wrap, even on the walk home, where she couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that she was walking in front of him. Walking felt odd, her ass was so fitted in those shorts and now that she was so aware of it, she was trying to space her steps. Don’t do the walk you do on stage as a hooker, she tells herself, he’s not signing himself up to see that.

When she opened the door to her room with them, she was greeted with the two of them snoring away. They were decent so she let him in, her eyes locked on every action. She’s still suspicious of every person of being Nyx’s assailant, but something tells her that his stature would’ve been spotted by Kaya that night if he were under Nyx’s covers..

So, it must be someone very short. That is all she’s deduced, which is fucking embarrassing honestly. At least it’s progress.

“..Nyxie, we need to talk.”

Kaya’s voice was more than fucked. It was as if the walls of her throat were made of bone-dry gravel which she had to keep drowning in hot water, tea, coffee, anything. But it was urgent this time.

“I think I know what this is about,” Nyx nods, turning a bit in her bed, her right ankle stiff in place. She leans her head on her palm and she stares at Kaya knowingly.

“Oz’s actin’ real weird around that friend of yours.”

Kaya nods back, all cuddled in her blankets, her bunny ears flopping about as she thinks.

“I don’t think I’ve ever.. seen her act like that around anyone,” she coughs, wiping a hand over her mouth, “She’s usually so..”

“Sickly sweet. Glazing them so hard. I think the only few people I’ve never seen her drool and suck off are Bailey and Leighton.”

“And you, when you act out of line,” Kaya giggles.

“Well..” she huffs and crosses her arms, “Doesn’t change the fact that this whole.. guy.. who’s here and helping her out being treated like.. well..”

They look over where Osnii is teaching Sydney how to wrap up Nyx’s ankle, the way she talks to him is soft and gentle, never crossing that line of flattery that she tends to skip right over. She sat at a distance, which was shocking.

“That.”

“She didn’t even seem to want him here before..” Kaya mutters to herself, “now she’s all hellbent on taking shifts with him so she can go do some work.”

“Like they’re our parents,” Nyx grumbles.

“..Do you think they’re a good fit, Nick?” She asks genuinely.

“She’s a succubus,” Nyx starts incredulously, “and you told me that Sydney’s a puritan. The only thing hardcore about him is his beliefs,” she laughs shortly, which earns her a nudge from Kaya.

“But they’re kinda cute..” she smiles, “I mean, the whole opposites attract thing is so cliché but just look at them..”

“Whatever you think, Kai,” Nyx rolls her eyes, “I personally don’t think Ozzy’s gonna be able to keep her hands off of him.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised..” Kaya mutters as she watches Osnii pull away quickly when Sydney nearly touches her hands as to give her something, “I think Sydney’s having a hard time keeping his hands off of her.”

Nyx chuckles, “He doesn’t even know what he’s getting himself into.”

Another nudge and she’s shut up while Kaya observes the two of them dreamily, “We’d better help keep it that way.”

[deliriousdesserts]

Hush, hush, hush. (3) // A DoL Self Insert fic !!

Characters are from my own sideblog (Osnii the Indecent) and my two good friends' sideblogs, @kayasbookshelf and @nyx-obsidi. General TWs for a mature fic w smut scenes about DoL should be noted and taken seriously considering I will have fun with the explicit parts, hehe :3 characters will likely be referred to with nicknames at points, so check my sideblog's post on that if it's confusing. Anyway, i hope you enjoy chapter 3 if you choose to read lolol

Chapter 3: Kitty Kitty..

"A baby cat, she crawls toward the saucer, Full of thick, white joy, that prophesizes sweet, strong dreams for her. So she drinks till her stomach is full and swelling with the bounty of her luck. The pungent watering hole she once sipped at bubbles and boils at the sight, It shakes the earth with its rage, shattering the saucer, And the kitten, hungry on its journey back to the broken vessel, Pieces the shards, hoping and praying fervently that milk would flourish in its bowl, So it may fill its starving maw with its sweet dreams once more."

“One.. two.. three.. four.. Hmm, I could swear I put something else in here too..” she mutters below her breath, checking the now emptied cart.

“Is it this?” The cashier tiredly holds up a 2d keychain of a cat whose cartoonish face was contorted with the sort of feral anger that children found funny. Its fur stood on end and its eyes were pointed and completely red, to add that extra layer of silliness.

It reminded her of the person she bought it for. Though, she’s not sure if she actually has the gall to give it to him.

Kaya smiles as she pays, “Thank you, I’m getting a bit blinder these days..”

The cashier quietly packs the things she’d gotten, stuffing it in a plastic bag and handing it over with a very unenthused, “Thank you for your time at the Dollar Steals, come again.”

She happily skips out of the shop with the bag in her hands. Buying things for people felt so good, especially when her internalized thoughts of this person would love this but I don’t have enough for it was finally put to rest. She looks through the bag, just to reaffirm her joy, and sure enough, she’s beaming at the three gag shirts she got for herself, Nyx, and Osnii. She can’t wait to stuff them in these for a sleepover.

Then there was the bookmark she’d gotten for Sydney, and.. the keychain.

“Should I have gotten this..”

The thought is silent when it hesitantly comes out. She rubs a thumb over the sheen of the keychain, and it curls up a tad, revealing a shinier surface beneath. Shoot, was he going to chew her out if he notices it’s already been a bit opened up? No, was he going to let her live it down if she gave him something?

Kaya doesn’t know what to feel about Whitney anymore. When the semester started, hell, the last few years itself were just him bugging, teasing, groping, assaulting her.. If anything Nyx and Osnii warned her about even seeped in a bit, she wouldn’t be buying a stupid silly keychain for her tormentor. The trope of studious characters who have no self respect was something she despised in books yet here she was, acting like a cliché!

Her grip on the keychain tightens but then almost as quickly calms, why would she get mad at this angry little kitty when she could just as easily channel that anger into the next time she has to choke on his dick? Yeah, why.. why would she even give this to him? Maybe it’d pacify him.

Maybe.. he’d think she became an admirer of hers, someone who distantly watched as he assaulted whoever whenever and romanticized it. But in this case, she was the person being assaulted, and she.. she would be the person to romanticize her own assault.

She needs to hide the evidence of this ever existing from those two. Luckily, she hadn’t encountered them all day. Maybe that coffee really did a number on her brain because she dodged and evaded their every slight presence, even choosing to eat in the library with Sydney.. which he did scold her a good deal for, but it’s alright.

As she walks home, a long one since Domus was quite a ways away from Connodatus, she watches the cars pass by her. Some flying, some crawling, some swerving and getting yells from the pedestrians.. What a quaint little city. She could almost forget the fact that-

Splash!

-this was Rapechester. The city where she can’t let her guard down else she’ll be raped or, even worse, she’ll be thrown a cum balloon at.

Maybe.. Maybe it was time to consider those dance lessons that Osnii was raving about a few months ago. It’d help her get better on her feet, something she’s terrible at currently, evident by the few scrapes on her knees from when Whitney tripped her up and the sopping, thick white mess that has stained her lovely pink top. She had dressed nice to go out shopping, just as a treat, and this was how it repaid her.. at least it was Osnii’s turn to do laundry this week. She’s more than receptive to cleaning off jizz from their clothes when they don’t want to.

It did make her feel a tad guilty but she’ll have to put that aside. She didn’t feel like touching more spunk than she needed to.

“I’m home..” She enters the room, expecting a long, tight hug from Osnii, but no dice.

Instead, there’s Nyx sitting on the bed, staring at her with those suspicious eyes. Even with her arms stuffed in the pocket-holes of her hoodie, she looked like she was sternly crossing her arms and judging her very being. She must’ve caught on.

“Hi, Nick,” Kaya sweetly smiled, setting the bag on her bed and sorting out the shirts and whatnot, making sure to hide the bookmark between the folds of one of them, “You seen Ozzy lately? She’s so hard to come by, nowadays.”

“Says you,” Nyx huffs and gets up, coming behind Kaya just to pull her into a tight hug, her face buried between those fluffy white ears.

“I got to cuddle with Oz last night. I haven’t even caught a glimpse of you in like, days.”

She’s not sure what she expected from Nyx. There’s times where she’ll forget how clingy she is. And yet, Kaya can’t help but smile dorkily.

“Well, you’re catching one of me now, so..”

“..Listen, I know what kind of job you did,” Nyx admits, a bit strained, “I don’t judge you for it. Just.. you can lean on me. You can lean on us.”

“Yeah but..” Kaya turns in her arms and wiggles her fingers toward Nyx, warding her off with the awful promise of a tickle attack, “Leaning on both of you doesn’t really help in getting you guys gifts, now does it?”

“Ufh..” Nyx pouts and backs off, walking backward to get on her bed, leaning her back against the wall. She looked especially tired today.

“..When do you think she’s coming around again?” Kaya asks softly as she opens up one of the shirts, the graphic reading out Watch out, I’m hot!

“I dunno,” Nyx responds almost absentmindedly, taking her phone out and busying herself with it.

“It’s an important question, Nick,” Kaya purses her lower lip, pleading, “she’s not making you keep anything from me, right?”

“..Oz’s out for a few days.”

“She’s what?!” Kaya yells, and in an instant, Nyx is pressed against her back, hand over her mouth and glare narrowed and focused on her.

“And you wonder why we keep things from you sometimes..” she sighs before quickly adding, “she says if you scold her, she’s not doing laundry this week for me, so please, for the love of god, leave her be.”

“Oh, so you can be worried about me, but I can’t be worried about her?” Kaya bites out and shrugs her off before shaking her head, “Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you that she isn’t some invincible sex and money-making machine? If you treat her like that then-“

“-She’ll treat herself like that, yes, yes, I know, gods..” Nyx runs a hand through her hair and huffs, “whatever. Not a word to her, okay?”

“..And those gag shirts look cute. I’m sure she’ll like them. Just keep hers opened on her bed this Thursday night.”

With an exasperated breath, she goes over to Osnii’s neatly made bed, only so neat because she’s apparently gone for a few days. “I’ll just do it now. It’s not like she’ll come home early.”

Trembling fingers pull apart the shirt, and the heat transfer printed text sticks and comes undone slightly. She spreads it out on the empty bed and makes her way back to the plastic bag, sorting out the rest.

Kaya wishes the two of her friends would treat themselves with a bit more care. If they don’t, then she sure as hell would for them.

It's hazy around Nyx. A thick fog that she’s never encountered, even in the Moor where she’ll sneak off to escape Kaya’s extremely rare conniptions. It smells of human salt and it wafts around her like a weighted touch. It’s a puzzling sensation she’s never felt before.

She’s knocked to her back by the fog, onto the ground. She doesn’t know whether it’s a cozy surface but it’s sticky, smooth and soft. It takes shape, tangible hands formed of unfamiliar warmth that part her legs with difficulty. But it’s like she can’t fight back against these lewd limbs that aren’t attached to a head.. but still, they seem to have one thing and only one thing in their mind.

“Nyx..”

She knows it doesn’t have a mouth. There’s nothing that she can visibly see speaking.

Was she hallucinating? No, what was this whole situation? She knows she’s never even seen such a strange place, somewhere that phased in and out of looking like her perfectly normal and comfortable bedroom, and the old churchyard where she and her bandmates would smoke up a few blunts, and.. a mansion she’s never seen before.

The ghostly fingers brush against her panties, eliciting a curl in her spine. It rubbed right against her clit, something that surprised her so badly that one of her legs staggered into the air out of shock. Yet it seems like this entity, these wandering hands wanted to venture further.

She can’t feel a barrier the next time it brushes against her most sensitive parts.

Ugh, she can’t even move herself. She’s paralyzed. She’s stuck to the ground. She’s pulled there by some force, something that doesn’t seem to be working against her in some odd way. But she was to get up, to check the situation between her thighs, to-

Oh fucking gods. What was this fog-built hand doing, dragging a finger in her? Was this even hygienic? Fuck, Osnii would tease her to the hot hells if she got a yeast infection before she got laid first. She tries, despite her body’s comforting hold over her, to struggle, but it seems this shift in her has alerted the hands.

They’re warm and wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head. She notes that they barely wrap around her wrists, they’re small yet incredibly forceful. And as she looks onward, there’s nothing.

She feels something though. Something incredibly hot, wet and lithe. It parts her minor labia in a pathetic attempt, it’s clearly too small to really splay in such a large way. Yet the fact that it’s so small may give it some leverage against her because it’s awfully quick with its trips around her clit.

It's laving attention on her, in an unbearably thorough manner as if it wanted to taste her forever.

“Oh Nyx..”

This time, she can pay attention to the voice. Shaky, soft, and husky, almost reverent with how it moans her name. It also sounded like it had a lot to handle with its mouth already, and now she can imagine what appendage of this mysterious fog thing is eating her out at the moment.

It gets eager. Sucking and licking a bit faster, she can feel herself grow uncomfortable, an odd tension building in the bottom of her spine and at the pit of her stomach. She’d be lying if the latter didn’t feel somewhat good from this heat. She found herself shaking, her thighs trembling and her voice finally choking out of her.

“A- Angh..”

The noise seems to spur this being of fog and lust on, it gets ruthless with how it laves its tongue over her and how it gets more impatient with sucking her clit. She wants to yell and scream at it to not kiss and suckle on that bundle of nerves because whenever it does so, she elicits a sound so high pitched that her bandmates would absolutely make fun of her if they heard it. They’d make her the vocalist in an instant and the idea of singing at the center while they cackled at her was not appealing.

“Oh gods!”

That was new. Has she ever called out for the gods without adding an actual expletive before it? Whatever that odd moan was, the Moor Mouth, as she’ll call it, shows its appreciation for the show she’s putting on for it. Its small, warm and wet hands leave her wrists, which don’t have much interest in defying this now anyway, and they dig into her thighs.

She can feel it coil in her stomach like a warm knot that’s ready to tighten till it snaps and she’s chasing that high just as much as this unseeable entity is.

All at once, it raises her hips, and the change in angle along with the fervent kisses to her clit has her tumbling off the ledge so hard she feels the inside of her thighs grow wet and warm with a liquidy feeling.

And whatever was between her thighs takes her newly limp and shaking body as a sign to clean her off with its tongue. It’s so enthusiastic too, she swears she feels kisses over her mound and thighs, but maybe she’s delirious.

Delirious. Where the fuck was she, actually? She asked herself this but the feeling of this vague being going down on her distracted her so badly that she completely forgot that this place..

..It wasn’t real. As she digs her fingers into her palm, she wakes up.

“Ufh.. uh.. ahh..”

“...”

It's not too dark outside. Actually, scratch that, it is fucking dark as hell outside, Kaya’s light at her desk is the only thing that made her think it wasn’t actually night time.

“..Are you okay?” The bunny girl asks from her desk, one hand gently pulling the brightness toggle a bit more so that she could see Nyx’s face.

“I think.. I just.. had a wet dream.”

And like a dad who’s left alone with his teenage daughter who tells him she’s having her first period, Kaya gapes at her with absolutely no words for a few seconds before getting up and fussing over her with absolutely no idea what she should be doing.

The puddle in her bedsheets below her ass were evidence of an orgasm, and according to the apparently useful gibberish that Osnii said during lunch periods, it was an extremely good one since it seems she.. squirted.

“Oh gods, oh gods, I.. Fuck, Osnii should’ve been here..!” She rushes around, rummaging through drawers for tissues.

Nyx can only really remember Kaya fussing over her before her thoughts fizzle out and her eyes dilate, fixating on a specific detail.

Red, crescent shaped marks dug into her thighs, near her torn up panties.

Kaya’s spacing out for the first time in forever.

It's not like Doren’s bad at teaching English. Quite the opposite, she thinks he’s a lovely English teacher, but she’s focused on his hands as he waves them around in the air while speaking about the love between two characters in the drama they were reading an excerpt of.

Hands were all she could think about after Nyx told her all about her wet dream to her on the way to school. She usually went with Robin but considering how shaken her usually unbothered roomie was, she couldn’t help but hear her out. Now, the Moor Mouth was all she could think about. The name was funny and the concept was stupid.

Her eyes drag up to his mouth. It was gruff, his lower lip scarred with a notch, and his three o’clock shadow darkened the area around it.

No, stop it. Oh my god. Is she seriously looking at Mr. Doren, her lovely English teacher, in this.. this way? Maybe this was the price of doing a bit of sex work. Now it’s all she can think about.

It's fine. The money’s worth whatever little corruption it did to her. Her morals would be fine. She’d be okay.

In the corner of her eyes, as she’s comforting herself, she notices Whitney staring. She really hadn’t expected him to be in an English class of all of them, but considering it gave her an opportunity to hand over the little trinket she’d bought.. for.. him.. God, it still felt odd to acknowledge.

Had she actually grown attached to him? Maybe she needs to see Harper. Osnii says mostly good things about him.

“..Hey, Whitney,” she murmurs softly, looking over at him in small glances as if she was scared to stare at him for even more time than she was allotted in his head. He pays attention though, blinking and raising his brows.

“Yeah, slut?”

The nickname sent a prong of warmth into her abdomen. It was so shameful to admit to herself, the fact that she had actually slowly grown to like what degradation he threw at her. She started rationalizing recently that it was just because he’s giving her a dose of something the people around her normally wouldn’t. He’s the only person she sees on a semi-regular basis that would do this to her. It was enticing in the worst possible way.

“If- If I give you something..” She looks away, too ashamed to even finish.

“Come on. I don’t feel like getting detention for snapping your neck toward me, dumbass. Look at me.”

She forces it out anyway, turning her head back to glance at him. Her eyes screw shut as she quickly drops the gift-wrapped item onto his desk.

“..Throw it out if it doesn’t matter.”

It's weird. She thinks he would’ve responded at this point. No, he’s quiet. Every book’s few pages before the third act plot twist seems to have taught her a thing about the calm before the storm, because if there was one thing she wouldn’t do, it was trusting the little peace Whitney gave her. She heard the audible sound of the wrapping tearing, so he must’ve discovered it.

When the period’s done and over with, she’s out of there, her heart pounding a mile per second, and her legs flying her toward the lunch hall. She wants to see Nyx and Osnii’s faces, to tell them all about this stupid choice she made, but she notices that neither of them is there. She knows about the latter’s situation but what of Nyx? Did she go on a hunt for the Moor Mouth or something? The thought made her chuckle to herself as she set her bag down at an empty table.

She goes off to get her lunch from the canteen counters and once she’s back with a decent amount of sausage and mash and, begrudgingly, a packet of orange juice. The kind lunch lady gave it to her for free and she wasn’t going to decline it. Maybe she’ll pass this off to Whitney too, try and pacify him a bit more.

..Although she doesn’t even know if that previous attempt worked at all.

As she sits down and has her first few bites of lunch, she notes a looming shadow that gets increasingly bigger as the seconds pass. Her instincts kick in and she whips her head around. Whatever the LED light in the cafeteria had against her that day came to a peak as it strongly glinted off of this person’s piercings.

She knows the scent, she doesn’t need to lie to herself that there’s another person who has that many eye-blinding piercings. She rubs her eye and murmurs, “..yes, Whitney?”

“Stuff your face and get to the back in five minutes.”

It was an order and she knows how he gets with orders if she defies them. When that shadow moves across the hall, she dissects the look on his face as she shovels the rest of her food down her gullet. It was lost, conflicted and a bit confused. His eyes were uncharacteristically unsure. Even his tone seemed an inch less confident than usual.

“The mash was great today,” Kaya smiles at the lunch lady, setting her empty tray in the bin of trays, half eaten or mostly wiped. The lunch lady waves her off and she feels a bit warm. It was nice to have atleast one kind person’s attention that afternoon.

She puts her bag in her locker and checks the time. Her stomach was a bit tossed from having eaten that quickly but if she ran, she could reach in a minute.

“Whitney-!” She calls out as she comes to a halt in her sprint down the halls and to the back of the storage shed. She hunches over and sets her hands on her knees, breathing hard. For a few seconds, all she can hear is her heartbeat thundering in her head.

But his voice finally comes through.

“You,” He grabs her collar and pushes her up against the wall of the shed. The overgrown vines and foliage is a welcome softness against her back.

“How come you whine and plead about money every single fucking day when I try getting a twenty from you, and all of a sudden, you spend? Not even just that-“ He wags the keychain in front of her face, “It’s not a new bag to replace your beat up dirty one, or stationery, it’s a fucking keychain for me. Of all people.”

He shoves the keychain in his pocket and narrows his eyes, slamming his hands to the walls near the sides of her head.

“Talk. And if you try to brush it off, I know for a fucking fact you gave that nerd in the library a bookmark today too. Pixie was bragging about gifts that you got her and that slut.”

“Don’t call her Pixie.. and don’t call Ozzy a slut, she’s..” Kaya chews her lip. It was much harder to answer the first part of his words than rebuke against how he talked about her friends.

At the mention of Sydney, she remembers something odd. He asked her about Osnii. Not just that, he called her a lecher, a.. sinner? ..She guesses she’ll ask Osnii about it when she catches her next.

“If you want me to change that up,” He snarls, “You better fucking talk.”

“..I got a bonus at the place I-“

His words come out as an angry growl, and she wants to laugh a bit at it but with the way his eyes are set on her, it’s like he’s intent on doing anything for answers.

“I’m not playing a game of lies with you. You know how to fucking admit the truth.”

His hands grab at her, splayed and dug into the back of her thighs before he turns her quickly. She’s so dizzy from the sudden turn she could puke, but it seems like he has no intention to use her mouth today for some god-forgiven reason, so she’s saved.

Or not. She feels his hard, throbbing cock slip between her thighs and she lets out a soft, shaky breath of surprise when he grinds against her simple panties.

“I- I got money from- a- a guy-!” She hesitates in every second of her admitting but once it’s out, she knows it’s not enough. He grinds harder and she finds some silencing comfort in the vines in front of her.

“Specific, whore.”

“He’s-“ her grasp on the vines tighten to the point where they break off and she nearly slips, but his rugged hand keeps her up.

“Clumsy fuck.”

..Was she being delusional or was he a bit softer with how he manhandled her?

“I- I just- got money from him f- for.. doing stuff like this for him..!” She staggers, her hands trying to find any remaining growth to grip and tear at.

“..You have a sugar daddy.”

“W- What?” A sharp slap to her ass and she nearly yells, if it weren’t for how many times she’s had to experience Whitney’s frustrations, they would’ve been caught then and there, but she bites on her lip. The sharp pain on both her asscheek and her bottom lip has her reeling and panting.

“Of course you couldn’t make money in a normal fucking way,” He grits out, precum and sweat letting the slip and pull of his cock go faster, “Of course you had to whore yourself out you..”

Something in her, the strings of self-respect and confidence that upheld her everyday to face the world around, snapped. She pulls away from him and holds herself, her hands on her upper arms as she shakes and quivers. Whitney stands there, zipping his pants up as he watches her rush away.

“..Fuck,” he grunts and runs a hand through his hair, looking aside. His other hand stuffs into his pocket and rubs the keychain in his pocket.

But she’s too far gone to notice this semblance of regret. She runs to her locker, grabbing her bag and going to the infirmary to submit a leave on the grounds of distress. They grant it to her quickly at the sight of her nearly bursting with tears.

For all she’d gone through to get these gifts, she hadn’t expected the reality of how she got that money to affect her so badly.

Nyx took the bus home that day. She typically would be at her band practice at this time, but she heard from this tan short kid with messy black hair that Kaya had gone home early, during lunch specifically. She thanked this boy and promised to treat him since catching Kaya’s breakdowns was rare.

That made it seem like she considered her friend a zoo exhibit, but that wasn’t the case. It was rare to catch it this early, so it can be handled before it blew up even more. Though she’s a little upset Osnii isn’t around because Nyx isn’t the very best at comforting.

She was also a little glad because her thighs were way too weak to run all the way home.

“Kaya-!” She sets her bag down on the bed as soon as she’s in their room and rushes in for a hug. Kaya holds her back with the same amount of need.

“Nyx..” She sobs into her shoulder and mumbles a whole lot that Nyx can’t understand. But she’ll try.

She’ll try to understand. She can’t lose her. Not when she could step in somehow.

yes nyx got head :3 if youre still confused, it was not a dream !!

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made this once upon a time and i thought it was very silly !!

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Hush, hush, hush. (2) // A DoL Self Insert fic !!

Characters are from my own sideblog (Osnii the Indecent) and my two good friends' sideblogs, @kayasbookshelf and @nyx-obsidi. General TWs for a mature fic w smut scenes (later on) about DoL should be noted and taken seriously considering I will have fun with the explicit parts, hehe :3 characters will likely be referred to with nicknames at points, so check my sideblog's post on that if it's confusing. Anyway, i hope you enjoy chapter 2 if you choose to read lolol

Chapter 2: Her Last Two Birds and a Stone

“When an angel first lay on the greatest mountain to perceive humanfolk, Her accompaniment were a quieted eagle, a chattering owl and a sparrow with its beak tied. As she regarded them, the humanfolk gawked up at the three Birds of Oddity. One threw a stone at last, claiming their deaths would bestow peace upon the world. It crashed into the eagle who could utter no final scream, Confounding the angel with the truth of man. To heaven she flew with her remaining flighting, Where she wrote hymns of the ignorance of men.”

Nyx’s prayers for quality time were far from answered. No, it seems like the heavens themselves turned their backs on her once again. Sunday mornings were already an awful time, with it being the last time she would wake up for a while of her own will.

This doubled with the fact that she hasn’t seen Osnii’s face in what seems like forever? Terrible. She sees evidence of the girl in their room. New nail polishes, dresses, shoes, old ones getting thrown out, new sluttier lingerie and underwear in the drawers (not that she was snooping, she was just in charge of laundry), the ruffled-up bedcovers and blankets every morning, the regularly watered tulips and roses in the gardens..

..And yet not a single sight of her.

Maybe it was Nyx’s own fault. She hadn’t been going to classes recently because, for her, the first week of school was about getting adapted to school timings again. The studies and teachers came after she was prepped with that. Which she was never prepped with, but that was a different story.

She misses Osnii. It’s so.. terribly odd to say.

And worse still?

Kaya hasn’t been around during the weekend.

Usually she’d bring Kaya to the pub, use her as willing eyecandy to get people to order more and split some of the money with her after she’s done with her shift of bartending, but that Saturday, she was nowhere to be seen, gone at the first six strikes of that annoying old cuckoo clock in their room. Nyx only knew this after she asked around. Kaya really wasn’t sneaky enough to walk silently and whatnot, but Nyx was just that much of a deep sleeper.

That whole day was agony.

Her mind was fixated on the wavering flashes of yellow or peach or blue during the day, whether it be some rando with blonde hair in the live audience during her band’s trial rehearsal, the Connodatus Street stalls selling peaches or the sight of the sea near the pub she worked at. It pained her. She was so intently searching for Kaya, her heart and mind set on it like a truth engraved in stone with a knife. It couldn’t be denied no matter how much she tried.

She was lonely. So unbearably lonely. Landry tried to make small talk with her, seeing her so down in the dumps, but the sight of someone who probably saw Osnii more often than she did made her even more miserable. He just left after a while, noticing she wasn’t in her usual high spirits with the accompanying violent humour. He didn’t ask. It wasn’t his place to, and he probably knew enough about her outbursts from Osnii.

“Kai..” Nyx mutters under her breath as she closes her eyes and pours cream over a White Russian she was prepping for a client. Mindlessly, she slides it over to the person and tends to another across the bar to keep her mind off of things.

But annoyingly, he was blonde, and he was also..

“If it isn’t old pissbaby Whit,” she says, deadpan. He raises a brow as if he wasn’t expecting such a tame reaction to her routine of customers being broken.

“I wouldn’t know if you were Pixie if you hadn’t called me that..” he takes a pause and says something a little extraordinary, “Are you okay?”

It was the last three words she would’ve expected out of the jackass’ mouth. If he told her he loved her then it wouldn’t have been the first time, he tended to say it to piss her off. But asking her how she was doing? It’s like this was the Whitney she’d tripped up back in primary school.

“No,” she grits out and leans over the counter, “but you don’t need me to tell you that.” Her eyes shoot back over her shoulder to the display of drinks on the chalkboard, hastily saying, “Just pick so I can make you go away faster, Whit.”

“Fine, fine..” He waves her attitude off and lets his eyes roam the variety, before he picks, “A whiskey sour. No cherry.”

She gets to it quickly, not wanting to talk to him for a second longer than she needed to today.

Someone was watching her. she got that odd shiver and shake that told her so. It was probably just Whitney, had to be.

They went way back, playground friends just a bit after she’d gotten into the orphanage. She was very comfortable with him, the way a person would be with someone who bathed with them in a pool when they were little and immature. Yet with how he grew up, and with how she grew up, there was a slight gap in their conversation nowadays. Slight being an understatement. He’s out assaulting one of her best friends and she’s just trying to make money and launch a band to profit off of what she liked doing.

And she has to accept what he does to Kaya.

Her fingers squeeze the lemon and her instinct tells her free hand to pick out a cherry. She remembers as quickly that he didn’t want cherries.

Strawberry blonde.

The colours and strands of hair flash in her mind quicker than she would’ve liked, and she’s left there gripping a lemon as if she had a vendetta against it.

He'd seen the strawberry blonde. He had to have. And she hadn’t. He saw her, and she hadn’t.

“Did you fuck with Kaya again?”

The question slips out of her mouth with no regard or thought for herself. She was a provoked wild cat, claws out and all her tricks face up on the table. It seeped into her words like a boiling poison that smelled pungent and putrid, something so unbelievably obvious that it made him scoff.

And then he burst out into laughter like he used to when she got angry with him, be it over who got a turn on the slide first, or whose graphic shirt was the coolest or who got Kaya’s time that day.

He laughs because it’s funny, her anger has always pulled at him in directions and paths that made him laugh so heartily. When he lets out his snickers, she’s pushed to an even closer edge, and that’s why he’s so set on making sure she knows he finds it so amusing when he pulls her into a state of genuine anger.

“Her thighs did a terrible job at getting me off, took me the whole period to-“

A slam, and a crack, and down the glass of whiskey sour came, topped with a cherry that flew into the air before splashing and spilling out around. The liquid seeped through the thin breaks on the surface of the glass and it trickled onto the bar counter.

“A whiskey sour. With a cherry,” She grits out, her hair covering her face, “As you asked.”

A little tinker here and a little tinker there, and open sesame goes the umpteenth dull gray locker she’s had to bust open.

Osnii never attended swimming classes. Partly because locking eyes with Mason has brought her to places in his home that she’ll never admit to Kaya or Nyx, and mostly because she has never needed to swim when she has her wings. It may have been because she flew around so much as a kid whenever Bailey wasn’t watching but they’d grown to be the only muscled up and toned parts of her. Everything else was soft and grabbable. Better for her clientele, anyway.

Just as she finished looting the locker, fingers flipping between the pound notes and her mind taking a mental note of how much went to her cosmetic save and how much to rent and how much to Kaya and Robi..

“Ahem.”

Huh. Who was back in the guy’s lockers? She knew it was try-outs for the boy’s competitive swimming team, and about every guy in this class had a raging boner to be an athlete for whatever reason, so it was the safest raid she’s ever pulled off in a while. How come she’s finally getting caught on such a safe day? If this was foreshadowing to her getting unlucky on other safe days, she was going to be upset.

She turns – whoever it was couldn’t possibly be enough of a threat where she couldn’t satisfy them with a blowie, so there wasn’t any fear in her face. Her eyes were big, amber, and naïve, and her lips were parted, not so much that it looked like she wanted to say anything but not so little that she didn’t look surprised. She lifted her head since it usually gave guys pride pertaining to their height. But..

Who was this beauty towering over her?

Strawberry blonde hair that seemingly reached his middle back, tied in a loose pony like a really hot librarian straight out of one of Kaya’s romance novels. His skin was fair and his lips looked soft and pliant, and he was so unnecessarily tall that she had to tilt her head further, not even to flatter him. His eyes were a clearer yellow than hers, dare she say it, gold.

She’s never seen someone so beautiful. No, she has, she definitely has met and pleased people more objectively goodlooking. He wasn’t buff or anything, in fact, he was certainly very lean..

..but attraction was subjective, and in that moment, the warmth that usually stormed her womb everyday thundered harder.

No, she’ll be fine, he’s just really tailored to her eyes. This could just be skin deep.

“What are you doing here?”

Oh, his voice, it was soft and smooth and it tore her apart. She’s felt attraction before and it’s always this heart-scrunching sensation that nearly pushed her down to her knees.

“I’m.. checking for something a guy took from me,” Osnii lies, but she’s a being of deceit and seduction, so she knows she’ll get away with this little white lie. A little white lie that does leave a few students poorer, but a little white lie nonetheless.

“I don’t think a guy took money from you of all people,” the boy laughs, and it’s a kind sound on her ears. She could melt if she’s not careful.

“You don’t know that..” She pouts and her hands gently tug at the front of his tan cardigan. Almost immediately, she flicks her hands away and hisses, and she’s thrown to the ground.

Her fingers burned. She glares at his chest and spots the cause of the sudden sting. A golden cross, magnificently shiny as if it was rubbed lovingly every day, hung from a humble black cord that looped around his neck loosely.

“Oh Virgo, are you okay?”

He quickly brings a hand to his lips, seemingly ashamed of his words but all she’s fixated on is how her plush chest would fit in his palms, how her puffy nipples would harden against the grooves and lines of his hands. She shakes her head quickly and laughs softly, shuffling and trying to get up on her own.

“I’m fine,” She dusts off her school skirt, before she tugs it down a bit to cover more of her thighs. “Just.. uh..”

How was she to explain to this, likely very religious, boy that she was allergic to anything holy by blood?

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Osnii smiles up at him and oh, if there was an actual real true God up above, she wishes she’d just go blind now so that she wouldn’t have to look back at that beautifully worried face.

She’s so down bad for a boy who she just met. She has a level of self-respect that all succubi and incubi have, who’ll take orgasmic fluid from anyone who fit their criteria, but who’ll reject the very idea of anyone holy because they usually were too difficult to extract from.

Yet here she was glancing at socially forbidden fruit. That was the succubi way though, so it’s not like her father would’ve been mad at it. No, her father wouldn’t have cared at all.

Oh well, it was a funny thought at least..

“..S- Since I hurt you,” The boy mutters timidly, his hands gently taking the one she flicked away from him, “I’ll let this.. slide. But don’t do it again.”

He was easy to push around and he was cute. He made her want to make him fall in love with her.. Oh, send her to hell already.

“Okay..” She flutters her lashes at him and tugs at his hand, a silent call for him to bend down to her level. He raises a brow but doesn’t question it, bending down so that they were face to face, with some respectable distance. She likes to think he’s thinking of it as the holy distance he has to keep with other people.

It makes her giggle. She leans in and gives him a peck, maroon red printing onto his cheek firmly.

When she pulls away, he’s flustered, and she’s grinning internally. Step one of getting this mystery boy hooked, complete.

“What’s my pardoner’s name?” Osnii sweetly asks, her hands intertwined, folded, and pressed to her chest. She looked like she was begging, nay, praying to him for forgiveness.

“..S- Sydney,” He hesitates, a hand shakily brought up to touch his cheek in disbelief.

“Well, Sydney,” She makes sure to roll his name on her tongue in a way that it’d stick to the crevices of his brain, in a way that made sure he was willing to come around to the back of the school during leaving time so that she could extract from him, “I hope I see you around..”

Osnii makes a move to slip out of his caging presence but all of a sudden, she feels a cold, wet poke against her cheek, that slid in scribbles. The smell of alcohol- Wait, what was his hand..

“I need your name before you leave,” he coolly murmurs, eyes narrowed and set on her in suspicion, “Sinners must be known to me.”

She touches her cheek and notes the marker he held. Had he written something on her face? Either way, that was.. really amusing.

“It’s Osnii,” she smiles, but he doesn’t seem satisfied.

“Say it in that lecherous way you said my name.”

Perhaps this was why none of her other demon kin were too eager to extract from a holy person. Too suspecting, too stubborn, too.. enchanting to deny.

“Osnii..”

He steps back and looks aside, holding his cheek. He was so flustered it was obvious, the tips of his ears were flushed, the apples of his cheeks, and the slight difficulty in breathing. Did this arouse him in some way? If ever she paid attention to Sirris’ lessons, it was when he spoke about the reproductive system, and she knew he was fixated on a certain fact.. something about a spot where erectile tissue was located outside of genitalia were..

She steps forward, startling him, and spied his face from an angle below. The septum of his nose was a bit enflamed. Oh, she had him right where she wanted him. How delightful. Stuffing a few fingers into her breast pocket, she pulls out a cough drop and places it gingerly in the palm of his hand.

“Take care. It looks like you’re coming down with something.”

With that, she walked off, her small bag that hung from her shoulder heavy with the fruits of her skulduggery. Perhaps she’ll treat her friends to some strawberry lemonade. Come to think of it, that pretty mix of yellow and peach hair felt familiar..

Oh well. If she can’t recall now, it mustn’t be that important!

Nyx remembers that night, the one that just occurred yesterday, as a bad dream. One where Whitney got under her skin because he had what she’s been missing. One where she had to pay a fine of way too much for cracking a single glass. No matter how fucking fancy it was, it didn’t need to cost forty pounds. She was just being outright extorted. But the settlement fees for if she assaulted the bar owner for this.. slight against her would have been more than a pretty forty pounds, so she had to let it slide.

She’s counting up the money she made from this evening’s performance at a teen’s birthday party. It kind of stepped on her pride to degrade to something like that for money, but she knew a friend of hers who degraded herself much, much more for money. Albeit, a lot more money than she made.

Where was that girl anyway?

She was pressed up against the wall of their bedroom, sat on her bed, in a loose shirt and boxers. She had made sure she got home later than usual, so that she could talk to Osnii about Kaya’s whereabouts without having to wait for her for too long.

Because she knows for a fucking fact that demon had no idea where their bunny friend was either, but she knows that the demon must’ve put her up to something only she knew details of. She was going to squeeze her dry of them today, if it meant strapping her to her bed and keeping her inside all day so that she wouldn’t be able to extract and feed. It was cruel but it was a last resort that she always had.

Her eyes cruise over the room in her boredom while she waited.

The posters of certain music artists that Nyx had gloss-printed for the two of them as birthday gifts were slowly losing their plastic sheen, and the repaint of their rooms from a few years ago was showing its age at this point. The orphanage’s entire state was tragic and it usually only got a renewal whenever prospective parents came to take a gander at the kiddies.

The mere idea sparked a flash of anger in her. She remembers how every single one of their foster experiences went. How the three of them had so much hope in their eyes. When Osnii didn’t have her eyes set on fucking every single thing she could, when Kaya didn’t want to study her butt off just to get a good job and house the three of them. When she.. was still recovering.

The years may go by but she’ll never forget that girl. That blue hair that blew in her face whenever they played together in the fields, a colour so out of this world she was convinced that girl wasn’t real. Sometimes, Nyx wishes she wasn’t. But she remembers how often they played and laughed and she knows it couldn’t have been just a sweet dream. She can still feel her small hand in hers. The hand that couldn’t grow, the hand that stood still in a time lost to her.

The door creaks open and she’s pushed out of her thoughts at once.

“Ozzy,” Nyx blankly welcomes her, and the girl stands there by the door like a deer caught in headlights.

..There was probably a reason she was stunned still to her position. As Nyx turned on a brighter light than the nightlight that the three shared, she notes the.. obvious bruises and stains on Osnii’s black dress. It’s almost a bit unsettling how much spunk had to have stained it for it to look like a reverse cow print. She grimaces and groans.

“I’m guessing you’re full of energy.”

Osnii giggles and walks in, dropping her bag on the shaky coatrack, stretching as she sits down beside Nyx on her bed. Her chubby hand curls its fingers on Nyx’s waist and pulls her closer.

“Soo full of energy, mmm..~ What’s up with you, all serious and broody?” She teases. Nyx grunts and shakes off the hand, narrowing her red eyes at the succubus.

“What did you put Kaya up to?” She gruffly asks, crossing her arms.

“Oh.. Nothin’ much, just money-making activities, y’know, y’know?” she laughs lightly but it doesn’t seem to satisfy Nyx at all.

“Fi~ne, I just..” Osnii pouts, tapping her bottom lip with her finger, looking aside, “..set her up with a rich dude I know. If she plays her cards right like the charming little bunny we know her to be, then she’ll be paying Robin’s debt and hers off on her own.

Nyx can feel her blood pressure spike.

Did Osnii not give a shit about Kaya? What if she got hurt? No, fuck all that, that’s the type of thing a parent tells a child to sugarcoat severity. What if she got raped? Kidnapped? Sold off into some illegal trade? Her teeth grind and her fists curl and ball up with newly sparked tension.

“Are you fucking.. stupid!?”

She can’t help the outburst. It’s something that comes out of fear and panic and all sorts of emotions she would never find herself admitting to either one of them. Guilt pricks at her conscience when Osnii just stares back up at her with a smile and the only words that ring in her head are Kaya’s scoldings.

Don’t insult her, Nyx, you know she’ll never get better if you reaffirm what all those gross old people do.

But how can she not when Osnii’s basically sold off Kaya to a guy for money? The thought must’ve showed on her face because Osnii’s expression twisted.

“I can tell what you’re thinking,” the girl says firmly, her eyes an odd mix of sternness and irritation. It took her aback. “She’s grown enough to take up these offers on her own. She asked for a job, and she went for it. Don’t treat me like a pimp, Nyx.”

Osnii gets off the bed and sighs, before looking back at her with that usual berry sweet smile, “I’m gonna take up the shower, so you should get to bed. I won’t be back for a while.”

Maybe it was that anger that the succubus showed every once in a while, that fixed her to her place on the bed. Nyx was so used to her taking all her frustrations with a smile and some good advice, and yet there were the moments and cracks where Osnii seemed so fed up with her.

It scared her again. She’s subconsciously made her way to the door of the bathroom and she nearly knocks. She hesitates though.

What was she hesitating for? Nyx can’t feel bad for something that was definitely on Osnii. Even if Kaya was consenting to this and doing this for money, what the fuck does that matter in the face of her safety? Osnii didn’t care about that, did she?

Nyx can’t let her slip away. Can’t let either of them slip away.

“..Why’d you knock, Nyxie?”

She must’ve done it without realizing. She inhales deeply and collects herself.

“..I’m sorry for calling you stupid. I just.. I’m scared for her.” The truth tumbles out like it usually did whenever she was overwhelmed.

Osnii was covered up in a towel and her grasp on it grows tighter at the sound of her apology. Her eyes soften and she opens the door up a bit more, letting Nyx in. She leans against the sink while Osnii goes back into the shower, taking off her towel and letting the water soak her. Nyx’s eyes stayed fixed on the mirror in front of her.

“..I get that you’re scared, Nyxie,” Osnii’s sweet voice comes garbled through the water and it makes her chuckle a bit out of the absurdity of the sound. “But you should know that she’s entirely capable of doing these things on her own. If not, then we’ll be there to go catch her before she falls.”

Silence.

“..Did you think I’d just let her go with some random guy? I know this man personally. He just wants a young thing to give him company and some sex, if he goes out of line even a bit..” She mutters, a dark amusement coating her words, “..well, we’ll see how he keeps afloat.”

“If you’re good enough to bankrupt the guy,” Nyx scoffs, “then why don’t you do that and give us the money? Even if Kaya doesn’t want to, we both steal for money so-“

“-Kaya wants to earn her money,” Osnii interrupts, “And I love my girls enough to let them do what pleases them. If she feels bad about stealing, then I’ll feel bad. Plus..” She draws a heart on the fogged-up shower glass, “I don’t want to do anything drastic. Peace is fun..~”

“..Just promise me this.”

“Mmm?”

“Don’t put yourself and Kaya somewhere I can’t save you.”

Osnii sighs at the words and turns off the shower so that her voice would be heard clear.

“Nyx, let it go. We’re already adults. She was a child. We can keep ourselves safe.”

With that, Nyx was gone from the bathroom. Osnii knew that the mention of her old friend was cruel but if she was being so stubborn, she had no choice. Maybe she’d comfort her, it seemed like Nyx needed it.

“Kaya, I was wondering where you’ve been. That feisty bitch was looking around for you.”

Bailey’s voice grated on her nerves like nails on a chalkboard but she was a little glad to be in his office today. Her slender hand slams down a fine wad of cash tied by a rubber band.

“For both me and Robin’s rent.”

He raised a brow incredulously at her as he swipes it up and flicks through. His eyes widen with each bill.

“..I’m expecting this performance next month as well.” He shoves away the cash in a drawer of his desk, “Now go pacify that whore.”

It was late, much later than even when Osnii came home, but it was worth it. Even if a few square inches of her skin felt a little dirty, she had made more than enough in the past two days. She’d better brew up some coffee tomorrow morning so that she can attend Tuesday’s classes though.

She walks in on her two roomies sleeping and..

Aww, they’re sleeping in the same bed, all cozied up. Osnii seemed to have dragged her twin bed over to Nyx’s. Well, maybe after she washed up, she’ll join the pile too. It’s been a while since they all shared a bed.

As she searched for a towel though, she couldn’t help but notice a silhouette near the window. When she turned her head, it was gone as soon as it came.

..Maybe she needed more sleep than she thought.

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requests !!!

uhh ive been so dead on ao3 but i actually dont know what to post. i have alot of backed up ideas based on hsr but im honestly losing interest in that lately and i need an outlet. so.. hmu w requests for short obey me/hsr/dol fics teehee. ill do oc x canon and certain ships (heads up, i dont write mlm).

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Hush, hush, hush. (1) // A DoL Self Insert fic !!

Characters are from my own sideblog (Osnii the Indecent) and my two good friends' sideblogs, @kayasbookshelf and @nyx-obsidi. General TWs for a mature fic w smut scenes (later on) about DoL should be noted and taken seriously considering I will have fun with the explicit parts, hehe :3 characters will likely be referred to with nicknames at points, so check my sideblog's post on that if it's confusing. Anyway, i hope you enjoy chapter 1 if you choose to read lolol

Chapter 1: Born of Ash

A perfectly boring September morning greeted the children of the orphanage as soon as they woke up. Some later than others, but that matters not. Not to her, anyway. Why would she care about who was awake when she had a good hour to study math?

Kaya hadn’t even noticed that it was a proper school day again. She usually got herself home from the spa as early as she could so that she could study her butt off. She couldn’t risk being unknowledgeable in class. God forbid River ask her a question and she stutters. The thought sent a shiver down her spine and she focused back on her determinants once more.

Messy strawberry blonde hair pooled down her shoulders and the open back of her nightgown. At the sides of her head sprung out two lively white bunny ears.  Although studying in something she associated with sleep wasn’t too smart of her, at the time, she just needed revision on math. Plus, one day of breaking the habit wouldn’t hurt, right?

Her cuckoo clock dinged seven times after a while. Maybe not hers, just the stupid ones Bailey has installed in all of the orphans’ bedrooms. She closed up her books and decided she’d take a shower, why not start a new semester fresh and spiffy? A perfect mindset. Unfortunately something Leighton wouldn’t care about, that weird old lecher.

It occurred to her while she dried her hair that she hadn’t checked in on her two roommates in a while. Being honest to herself, she forgot she even had two other people living in her room that morning. They had been out so often during the holidays that it wasn’t really a surprise that they seemingly disappeared for a while. Though, she knew they still existed. Osnii would have random new items and plushies shown off on her floor mattress and Nyx would usually change out her posters every week or so. It kept the room feeling alive in its own way. With all its disastrously clashing quirks.

Her hands tired of drying her hair and her long stupidly furry ears and tail. Their communal hair dryer had broken too after one of her roommates used it to pieces, so she couldn’t do much on that front. She set the towel aside, finished buttoning up her school shirt, counted up all her books, and then tied up two pink ribbons round her wrist. Then, off she went to the gardens.

There was her chubby little friend, prancing around the fields with her hands in teal gloves. She wasn’t wearing her uniform yet, a lesson she’d learned when one of her old ones got dirtied up before school and Leighton chewed her out for it, calling her some.. choice names just for being a bit muddy.

“Good morning, Ozzy!” she greets the girl with a smile. It catches her attention immediately as she sets her watering can down and quickly throws off her gloves before she comes over, tiptoes, and toys with Kaya’s cheeks.

“Lovely day, Kaiii~! I haven’t seen you in sooo sooo long, cutie!” she cheers, her friend’s thumbs kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of her cheeks.

It was easy to get Osnii excited. Show her anything remotely tolerable and she’d freak about it. Something pretty? Heart attack material. Something straight up gorgeous? Ambulance on the way. Or maybe a mortician, because she’s a lost cause at that point.

Kaya was lucky that one of these so-called gorgeous things to Osnii was..

“..that hair, wow, I haven’t seen that perfect hair down in so long..” she bites her bottom lip, pointed fangs poking gently at the soft flesh. Her fingers reach out to sift through Kaya’s hair, and she lets out a soft mewl, eyes closed, “It’s heaven..”

How ironic. This would be the only touch of that place Osnii would ever be getting.

“Why’re you out here anyway, Kai?” she inquires curiously, head tilted and curls bobbing with her every head motion. “Usually you’re studyin’ the morning away..” the girl’s fingers toy with her hair, braiding her fringes absentmindedly.

“I came out so my hair would dry. Nick broke our hairdryer so..” Kaya rolls her eyes and folds her arms, “Thought I’d let Mother Nature handle it.”

“Forget Mother Nature,” Osnii pleaded, her hands leaving the hair she was so enamoured with and wrapping around her hands, “Can I please please please do your hair? Promise I won’t say a single weird thing, I swear on it!”

Kaya raises a brow, then smiles suspiciously, “If this is a poor excuse to touch my ears and get me to moan again, I’m not-“

“No, no, no, I promise on my cum-stained baby blanket that I won’t!” she protests, and at that point, all Kaya wants is for her to shut up before the whole orphanage heard that god-forsaken sentence.

“Okay- fine, you can. Don’t make it look too cute though, alright?” She sighs, sitting down on a patch of grass that was untouched by Osnii’s gardening efforts.

“Mhm, I know. Wouldn’t want that blonde asshole pestering you too much today, cutie,” she grins cheerily and sits behind her. The flash of her sharpened canines has Kaya remembering something.

“You didn’t shave your teeth down today?” She asks curiously.

Unlike her, a bunny girl with a lesser amount of reason to hide who she really was, Osnii was a succubus. A demon from birth. To not be paraded around or hunted by the temple, she usually hid her horns with a beanie or with pinned up curls, and she’d shave down her teeth in the mornings. They usually grew back and according to her, it was a painless, nay, pleasureful process, so she didn’t mind.

“No..” Osnii trails off, focused on braiding her friend’s hair. Kaya gives a light shake to her head to snap her out of it. It seems to work as her voice pipes up again, “I was tired today morning. It’s kinda noisy and you two were still sleeping. Didn’t want to wake Nickel up either since she crashed out hard after band practice. Plus, those annoying kids from the left wing of the orphanage also use the bathroom super early, remember?”

Kaya sighs, feeling a bit bad for her. She already felt bad that the girl had to hide who she was to be safe but on top of that, the fact that all of them, the children at the orphanage, shared one bathroom.. was quite annoying. Sure, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t developed enough bond with some of them, to the point that they could share the bathroom at one time, but for Osnii specifically, the only three people at the orphanage who knew she was a succubus was Kaya, Nyx, and Bailey.

“One day I’ll..” Kaya starts, but Osnii cuts her off with some soft amusement in her voice, gentle fingers taking the ribbons around Kaya’s wrists. “..You’ll save up and get us four an apartment. Yes, yes, I know, Kai.”

Her hair felt a few small tugs before the girl sweetly kissed the top of her head as she stood, “I’ll look forward to it. I’m done with your hair, cutie. Gonna get back to my plantbabies, if that’s okay with you.

Kaya gets up and dusts off her skirt, smiling kindly back at Osnii, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be off. It’s probably time I catch the bus. Don’t be too late, Oz.”

As she waves goodbye, the succubus calls back to her, “I won’t! Say hi to Nyxie when you get there for me! I probably won’t see her the whole day.”

She pauses in her steps, tempted to question what that meant, but decides it best to ask later. For now, Kaya would make do with a quiet bus ride to school.

Though, quiet might be too nice of a word for a trip where she crunched a man’s hand for groping her thigh.

Science first thing in the morning was such a goddamn pain in the ass. There was no fucking way she was attending it. In fact, getting herself to school was the best thing she could do for the teachers and that perverted academic head. Yeah, she was doing them a favour. Surely they could repay her by not caring about her absence today during classes. In any case, Osnii would cover for her and Kaya would to.. but unlike the former, she would absolutely scold the shit out of her for it.

It's not Nyx’s fault that every goddamn subject was annoying. If music was a class, she’d be in it and she’d be acing it, getting grades so good that they don’t even exist. She’d shove that in people’s faces. The same people who call her a dumb bitch who can’t shut her trap.

Even if she didn’t have the grades to shove their faces in with, she had her fists. They’ve never failed her before and they likely never will.

She leaned back against the wall of the school garden’s shed, lit cigarette tucked comfortably in the crevice of her pointer and middle fingers, as she puffed out smoke into the open air. The warmth between her fingers felt reminiscent of the hands that held hers on dark stormy nights. She brings her hand up, just staring at it for a while. Staring at the grooves on her palms that her succubus friend liked filling in with glitter pen gel and the soft palm pads that kept her bunny friend occupied with squishing it.

It'd been a bit since she’d properly spent time with Kaya and Osnii. Lately, it felt like the two had gotten as busy as she did. It made her feel a weird way. She was a little upset that now she wasn’t the one they were waiting on, that they had other things to do while they waited and she was left to wait at home more often in the mornings. Like that stupid masseuse job that the both of them started on Osnii’s advice. Then there’s the fact that the demon usually wasn’t around most nights. Kaya was always wiped out by then.

Nyx just wanted a night where they spent it close and tucked together, maybe watching scary movies with popcorn kernels stuck in their gums, or play dress up and karaoke with their shitty karaoke set that they’d all pooled money for once upon a time. She would even let Osnii put lipstick on and cover her face with kisses, take a photo, print it and frame it. That was a thing she’d suggested one sleepover but Nyx had shut it down. Now, she felt like she’d do anything, including that, just to get some time with them again.

She spots familiar piss blonde hair. Heavy, dragging footsteps with a light clunk of metal at each drag. Perfect, the nuisance who saw Kaya more often than she did nowadays.

Maybe she can’t be too mad. She did get to say hi to Kaya in the morning. Her braids were so cute, ribbons and all. It was clearly Osnii’s work and even the thought of that made her warm with nostalgia.

“Lil’ pixie’s come to hang around here again?” muses the hoarse and raspy voice, cut up from all the bad habits he had.

“Hey Pissney,” she lets out a breath, not a huff nor a sigh, just a short puff of acknowledgement.

“Didn’t think I’d see you skipping first period, dumbass,” Whitney smirks and leans against the shed wall right beside her, taking out a Marlboro Light of his own and pointing it to the stub of her lit one. She rolls her eyes.

“Just ask me for a lighter if you want a smoke, Piss. Putting our smokes together like we’re having a swordfight isn’t going to light it up that fast.”

He doesn’t say much more for a while, before looking her in the eye and reluctantly saying, “Lighter, Pix.”

“Get my name right.”

“As if you do that for me?”

Their conversation hit a standstill when they heard a noise. Nyx quickly tossed him her lighter and muttered a quick give it back or you’re dead before walking around the shed. Whitney puts the stub of his cigarette to the lighter’s flame, and as he motions the lit cig to his lips, the footsteps crunch closer.

Nyx can’t see the person but she sits down on the grass and focuses in on the conversation that was going to start up. Her second focus being on puffing and huffing her nicotine.

“Whitney.. Headmaster Leighton wanted a word with you later.”

A soft yet clear voice belonging to a boy. He sounded tired. She’d heard it before, this belonged to someone relatively popular. She couldn’t piece together who it was though. She’s heard it around Kaya, so it had to be someone who read a lot.

“I’ll think about seein’ him if you pass this off to Nyx for me the next time you see her,” Whitney let out an amused huff, clearly happy to toy with this person. Her face hardens when she realizes he’s managed to say her name properly but only because he’s ratting her out.

“..Okay. I’ll do that. Just.. remember to submit the rented history textbook on time and in good condition.. please.”

Oh, that was plainly Sydney. She’s a little embarrassed it took that long for her to figure out. And glad that she was here. The looming threat of hurting one of Nyx’s mutual friends was likely keeping Sydney safe by now. Thank the Gods for Kaya, Syd.

“Will do, freak. Go stuff your nose into an erotica or something before I break it for you.”

The sound of leaves quickly rustling and the footsteps rushing away was a clear sign that Whitney had managed to bug Sydney off. She slyly slipped back to him and nudged his side with her elbow.

“Good on you for keeping your fists to yourself with him.”

Whitney rolls his eyes and laughs in a short burst, “Hah. You’re not mad I gave away that lighter of yours? Thought you’d hang me by the neck because you couldn’t puff a whole box now.”

She glares at him, “I gave you praise. Accept it and shut up or I’m telling Leighton you’re keeping photos of little girls at your home or something.”

“Fine, fine, you win, you win,” he tosses his half burnt cigarette aside and stomps out the remaining lit stub before walking forward and presumably back to the school building, “Oh and since I’m in a good mood, I’ll show him my favourite when he does raid me..”

Whitney grins. Almost maliciously, as he looks back at her over his shoulder.

“..I’ll be sure to show him upskirt shots of my favourite whore.”

There were so many things that could light a fire under Nyx’s ass. Whether it was having to face Bailey for payment, which she’d never given him even when she was to pay for herself, or the many, many texts from Osnii about what types of cocks Nyx preferred, hooked or ribbed, giant or small. But perhaps most of all, what lights an inferno that scalds her guts so bad, is if he ever threatened harm on her two roomies.

Her trusty bat, covered in nails around its head, that she dragged along everywhere seemed to be calling her name. And for a moment, she sees herself reaching for it.

“Kidding, chill out!” he laughed so hard tears formed in the corners of his eyes. The veins in her hands bulged at the feeling of her imminent anger.

“It’s not like that nerdy bunny bitch would let me get near her cute skirts anyway. Whore can’t even give a good blowie,” He mutters the end with a.. weird amount of amusement. Nyx, to her absolute disdain, knows in detail what type of blowjobs Kaya gives him. They usually involve her baiting him in by some method, licking, sucking, deepthroating for a few seconds before she brings her broad bunny incisors into the equation. The information gave Nyx both pride and detest, but she has to let it slide for the both of them because Kaya doesn’t want to get Whitney in trouble.

..She’ll never understand what sort of weird fucked up relationship they have. Nyx knows that whoever she’s getting involved with in the future, they’ll be sane and safe.

It was a bit lonely at the spa that day.

Danube Street was already quite empty because most of the students going to the local school were stuffed with work after the first day back, so the only people on the streets during the afternoon were rich people without a care in the world or the police.

Fortunately for Kaya, her grades warrant her less work since the teachers trust her enough to keep up on her own. So she could afford to spend her time making money.

Her hands ached. Usually, Osnii would be there in the next room over, rubbing essential oils onto her palms during their breaks to soothe them. Today, it wasn’t the case. Osnii was off doing something. She’s not sure what.

All the girl had said to her during lunch, where Nick was unfortunately preoccupied with her band meeting, was that she’s going to be busy selling her bod. That either meant work at the strip club or she was hanging out at the Pubs, picking up random people.

As her soft, oiled hands worked on another middle aged person, she doesn’t remember whether it was a lady or a man, Kaya can’t help but feel an odd sense of guilt.

Robin’s debt came up as an issue maybe a few weeks into their vacation. It all started one day when Kaya noticed that Robin hadn’t shown up for a small meetup. On inquiring around, she found out that Robin was being flogged at the docks by some whale fishers. She and the others came to an agreement to split up some portion of the rent, a quarter of it to be taken care of by Robin herself, and the rest to be taken care of by Nyx, Osnii and Kaya.

Kaya volunteered, out of love for Robin, to take up half, and for the others to take up the remaining quarters.

Yet she finds herself in a situation where she’s being paid for by Osnii. The girl says it’s fine, that making money this way was what she was born to do, but that doesn’t help the guilt one bit.

Atleast this masseuse gig is slowly paying more and more as her hands get better at pleasing. Soon, she can totally pay off her payments and she won’t have to rely on Osnii or Nyx to pick up for Robin.

After collecting her last shift’s pay, she counts up her earnings in a solitary spot of the bus she’s taking home. She made four hundred and thirty pounds today. That was a good amount for herself, but what of Robin? The thought made her head spin.

As she walks to her room and stores away her earnings, she clocks some information from earlier.

“The Spa’s closing for a few months for renovations. You know, new owner, new look, that typa thing kid. See you then, aye?”

Her manager’s words rung clear in her head and she starts to see some nasty scenarios playing out. Someone calls out her name in the midst of it but she’s too busy holding her bunny ears down to shut out the noise. She feels her tail quiver.

“Kai.”

A warm familiar hand on her shoulder. She shakes in her spot on the floor.

“Kai, I’m here.”

The slightly hoarse voice coaxes her out of the panic attack that was setting in. Her hands loosen around her ears and the self-induced headache calms. She looks over her shoulder.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been sitting there for five minutes, just shaking,” Nyx murmurs, concern so clear in her face and voice that it pained her. She always felt a little bit like an older sister, especially considering the fact that she was a year older than her and Oz.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, I..” Kaya trails off into silence and Nyx sighs, sitting down to her knees and bringing her lightly calloused hands with Kaya’s soft ones.

“It’s never nothing. It’s about the spa renovation, isn’t it? I heard on the way here. A few kids were as depressed as you are,” Nyx rubs her hands gently.

“..How do I make money now, Nick?”

Nyx sighs once more. It was a hard question. There were many jobs, but whether they paid well enough for Kaya to invest in it was the filter that left so very few. Among those few, which jobs would even suit her?

“I don’t know,” Nyx admits but continues, “but you’ll figure it out. You always have. You can even talk to Osnii about it. We both know that she’s-“

Kaya laughs staggeringly, “F- Filthy rich, I know, I know. But..”

Silence fills their conversation born out of having to face hard truths. Osnii made money so that she could buy enough cosmetics for her jobs, so that she could hide herself from the eyes of the temple, so that she was wanted enough to be paid for. She had to invest. In that sense, she was as near broke as them, because most of her money would always go into getting pretty for money.

“..She still has connections, Kai,” Nyx says softly, “She can hook you up with a job, I know she can. Just talk to her about it, okay?”

Kaya bites her lip and looks aside. Nyx’s face was bringing out her resolve. It made her want to fight for her life, for money and for safety.

“..Okay, I’ll see if I can.. talk to her about it. Tomorrow morning though. There’s no chance she’s coming home early today,” Kaya nods, sombre. She gets up and walks over to her desk, clearing it out a bit.

“So..” Nyx starts, “..I was thinking, what if we all set aside a day in the future to..”

Kaya turns her head to look over her shoulder and it seems that her tired face shuts her up, though that wasn’t Kaya’s intention.

“Nevermind.  Um.. just keep your notes out, okay? Need to copy ‘em,” Nyx says dismissively of her own feelings and Kaya quietly nods, picking out a towel from their shared wardrobe.

Maybe a shower would clear her head. It always had back then, whenever they got into petty fights as kids. Back when Bailey didn’t charge them for being abandoned by their parents.

Coming home all caked in sweat that wasn’t her own and having to clutch her panties till she could safely dispose of the cum that was stuffed in her was a real treat. Truly, it was. Having to use the grass near her own gardens to get rid of all that spunk made her feel so dirty but she loved that feeling. Osnii always did.

Wobbling down the hall to their room, she gives herself a once over. Any wayward jizz on her thighs? Or what if it was on her face? She whips out her small mirror, the one that Kaya had gifted her for a birthday long past, and looks at herself. There were a few viscous dots near her hairline and she wipes them away, licks them off her fingers and sighs.

Nothing more to clean off, she enters the room.

It was quiet. Both her entry and her roommates. They were slumbering peacefully as she changed out of her latex dress and took off her pinned up curls. Oh, the things she had to do to look fuckable, she thought to herself, as she sets aside all her pins to a drawer and throws her falsies in the dustbin. She picks out a towel from their wardrobe and goes to have a quick shower before she would head to bed.

She spots Kaya’s notepad on the girl’s desk. It was open, odd, and flipped to a page with some big writing on it. Maybe it was a reminder for one of them. She checks, knowing it wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like her bunny friend had any secrets to hide. Secrets weren’t a concept between the three.

Ask Oz about jobs / Reminder: Tell her you have no limits

..What an odd reminder. Considering Osnii was definitely busy that next morning, what with her gardens, both in the orphanage and the Wolf’s Cave, needing tending to, she decides she’ll just respond to this cute little note directly.

Hang around Domus in the morning wearing your cutest fit. If a black Bentley pulls up with the license plate 0TRC208, and the man inside asks you out for 8 pm, say yes. He pays if you act well so be sweet and let him spoil you.

After doing her angelic act for the day, Osnii puts her hair into a bonnet and lies down.

She truly hopes that her two friends will never get to live the life she does. Because it’s fun, way too fun for them. Only she deserves this fun.

She was born into it after all.

next chapter prolly out whenever i feel like it /lh depends on my dol brainrot !! <3 thanks for reading !!!

[faetouchedfool]

isn't blasphemy just the hottest thing ever?

[deliriousdesserts]

um um um explodes

[deliriousdesserts]

art dump for DoL

i recently drew some DoL goobers and edited them too cus why not. uhh sydney is my husband and i had to draw my babygirls' husbands fr (whitney for @rado-brisingr, kylar for @lunaunknown404)

[rado-brisingr]

This was a B'day gift for @deliriousdesserts :D

I've recently been very happy with my drawings. Like, I finally feel like I draw good. Even if I rely on bases and photos.

So yeah I just wanted to share this!!

[deliriousdesserts]

i forgot tumblr existed, anyway this was so sweet when i saw it first,, i exploded

[pure--evil]

do you know what i want?

to be brutally fucked by Satan.

i want him to come over when he's super mad and he'll want to use me as a sex toy, one that he can totally hold down and not care for the scratches that he might give me.

i want to be on his bed, held down by his strong hands, idc if he holds me down by the neck or waist or whatever, but i want him to hold me down roughly and move me at the same time as he himself moves.

and if i get too loud for his liking he can just shut me up with his hands and tell me to shut it with a serious tone ♡

i want Satan to call me names, things like "whore" and "his personal slut" ♡

i want Satan to tell me that all im good for is taking his cock whenever he wants

and do you know what i want most?

the sweet, nice, and loving aftercare ♡

Satan holding me close and kissing my forehead as he tells me that i am worth it, that ive been great for him, that he loves me more then anything <3