fic idea/request(lowk vague af i apologise): Infume but he gets bullied by people for losing the World championship/NRI(don't really care who, potential candidates are: evbo, ghostie, because he was at evbos setup for nri and also ghostie was there) sexual style(a.k.a. edging/degradation/petplay) untill he cums from it(more than once) and also cries. And then there might be aftercare, which is optional but the post part is imo important because it's where Infume can have no thoughts and be brainless and stupid but it's okay because he's just a stupid little thing.
I do think this is vague af but i think its like, close enough to a decent scenario.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
yeah. yeah... theres a lot of pain play in this one. and emotional sadomasochism. ghostie really puts infume in the dirt. but! there is aftercare! infume gets to be calm brainless instead of tortured brainless!!!
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Iām thinking of really silly things with this now like
Every time you see the number 4 meow
@chaotic-dik-dik
(Following from this ask)
Yes yes yes yes 10/10. Something harmless and fun that Max can pull out whenever he wants it too but also. Rowl will run across it just enough outside of Max that they can't ever forget it. Godd he shouldn't even realize he's doing it if it's like. Playing ranked, or watching another twitch stream, only really if someone calls attention to it.
Max should also pass it onto Hax, who'd immediately send like, 2000 characters of 4 to Rowl and ask if he meowed 2000 times. He doesn't get a response (well he does and it's "fuck you and Max.") but for like. The next few times Rowl opens the chat he meows several times in a row until they can focus on the keyboard and it's so embarrassing to him.
Also really funny potential for a countdown induction and when Max reaches 4, Rowl just meows and like yes, yes, he's gotta get back down to that same space that makes him meow.
Also also also, just thinking of petplay and hypnosis crossing over, Max making Rowl a kitty and the 4 trigger just being a reminder of that. Ough that's a whole different scenario and generally in a Rowlggs (+/- Hax it remains the same) I think Rowl would be the owner so it's also a fun role reversal <3
hi sun. sorry for hijacking your ask LOL but i got a little carried away :D hereās almost 4000 words of haxrowl obsession au thatās basically if bear accepted possessed nikkiās freak instead of being scared of it.
also tw gore btw this is a horror movie and i had fun with it
The thing is, it wasnāt supposed to work.
It was a toy, a party trick, a stupid joke meant to bait gullible teenagers into dropping their allowance on a whim. Rowl only bought it because he thought Mongey would think itās cool and want to put it somewhere in his apartmentāhe always collects weird looking trinkets and displays them everywhere. It makes Rowl feel a little uneasy when he visits Mongey sometimes sometimes, but Mongeyās always been a little eclectic like that so when heād seen the little display of One Wish Willows, it had looked exactly like the type of thing that Mongey would love to pull out and show to a guest at his place.
Then, Rowl had been desperate, and heād snapped it and used the wish before Mongey could ever even see it.
Heād thought it was a joke. He was just frustrated and sad and it wasnāt supposed to work.
How the fuck was he supposed to know?
ā
āRowl, do you like me?ā
āWhat?ā Rowl snaps his head to look at Hax, who is knocking on his car window, his voice muffled through the closed glass. Rowl rolls down the window and Hax leans into the car to get closer to Rowl. He pushes his hair out of his face, a glimmer in his eyes that Rowl always notices appears when Hax is doing his best to stare right into someoneās head.
āIf you like me, then now is the time to tell me,ā Hax says, leaning forward.
Rowlās tongue goes heavy in his mouth. āI donātā what are you talking about?ā
āRowl,ā Hax chides, but the way he says Rowlās name is always tinged with endearmentāan endearment that Rowl certainly doesnāt deserve. Not when heās always leering lecherously at Hax, imagining what it would be like to have Hax in ways that he doesnāt deserve.
What would it feel like to get to touch Hax? To have Hax all to himself? To get to kiss him and whisper āmineā in his ear and hear Hax moan delightedly at the sound of it? Rowl would do anything for itāgod, he would do anything. Heād drop to his knees and suck Haxās cock until he couldnāt breathe, pleasuring himself with nothing but the taste of Hax on his lips before letting himself choke to death around Haxās cock. Heād present himself so willingly, eager to let Hax have his way with him because Hax should be allowed to take anything he wants. Anything that Hax wants, he could have. Rowl would give it to him.
But he doesnāt have Hax. Not in this universe and not in any others. He doesnāt have Hax and yet, his heart sinks with jealousy whenever heās reminded of it.
Heād been at work with Hax today when that one regular had come ināfucking Infume or whatever his name is. Rowl fucking hates him. He wants to dig his fingers into Infumeās chest and open him up just to see what it is that Hax likes so much. What the fuck does Infume have that he doesnāt? Rowl wants to kill him. Every time Hax looks at Infume with stars in his eyes, it makes Rowl want to kill him. Maybe itās fucked up of him, but he doesnāt care. Hax had been leaning over the counter to get closer to Infume, chatting and laughing while Rowl had taken on the responsibility of making Infumeās disgusting fucking frappuccino that he orders because he wonāt drink coffeeālike heās some kind of angel who likes to sit on top of his high horse and point and laugh at the people below him. Mongey had tried to say something to Rowl while heād been covering the top of the drink with whipped cream and Rowl had glared at him so violently that Mongey hadnāt spoken to him for the rest of the shift. Rowl should probably apologize. Heāll use that dumb One Wish Willow thing as an apology gift. Heād bought it on a whim, but it works pretty good for this too.
It was a dumb little revenge plot of Rowlās to offer to drive Hax home. Hax canāt drive so heās usually hitching a ride home from Rowl or Mongey, but occasionally he saunters off to do something or other with the hundreds of people who adore Hax and would love to have him all to themselves. Rowl had seen the look in Infumeās eyesāthe same look that Rowl gets when he looks at Haxāand heād skulked up behind him, pressing the drink into Infumeās hand with maybe a little more force than necessary.
āHax, do you want a ride home today?ā Rowl had asked, putting his hand on Haxās shoulder to capture his attention and relishing in his close Hax got when he turned to look at Rowl.
Haxās face had lit up, bright like the sun itself. āReally? I donāt want to be a bother.ā
āSince when are you ever worried about that?ā Rowl had deadpanned, which Hax laughed at.
āIām becoming a better person. Itās called growth.ā Hax had placed his hands in a mock prayer pose. āYou should try it sometime.ā
Rowl had watched as Infume shifted his weight awkwardly, clearly unclear of what his role currently was in the conversation. Infume cleared his throat and then said, āWell, I was thinkingā I mean, I haveā I haveā¦ a car? I canāā Infume stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushing bright pink.
Rowl cut him off. āMaybe next time, Infume. You come in here often enough.ā Rowlās mouth split into a grin, self-satisfied as the green-eyed monster in his chest reared its head and he continued, āIf youāre not careful, Hax is going to get the wrong idea and think youāre in love with him, and we wouldnāt want that, would we? Not when youāre just using him for a little discount on some overpriced coffee.ā
āIām notāā
āActually, now that I think about itāwhy do you come here so often? I mean, you donāt even drink coffee. My frappuccinos canāt be that good,ā Rowl had continued, and then he feigned a gasp. āYouāre not actually in love with Hax, are you? So obsessed with him you keep wasting your money on drinks you donāt even particularly enjoy? Hax, isnāt that just such a funny idea? So fucking funnyāā
āRowl,ā Hax chided, his voice dropping low, āstop.ā
Rowl froze, his hands immediately balling into his fists as he dug his nails into his palms. Infumeās face was bright red as he stood awkwardly, gripping his frappuccino with white knuckles.
āInfumeāā Hax had turned back to Infume, but Infume cut him off.
āItās okay, Hax, Iām just gonnaā¦ go. I donāt want to make you uncomfortable or anything.ā Hax opened his mouth to say something, but Infume didnāt let him speak. āSorry, Iāllā Iāll see you another day.ā Infume turned on his heel like a dog retreating with its tail tucked between its legs.
Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with Rowl?
Rowl continues staring at Hax, not speaking like some kind of moron. Hax just keeps looking at him like he can tell exactly what Rowl is thinking.
āWeāre friends. You can tell me,ā Hax says softly. āIt doesnāt have to change anything.ā
āI donātā I donāt know what youāre talking about,ā Rowl forces out a dry laugh. āYouāre my best friend. Of course, I like you.ā
āRowl, you knowāā
āWhat? Do you think Iām likeā¦ in love with you or something?ā Rowl laughs again, even hollower this time. āHax, I know you have an ego, but thatās crazy.ā
Hax looks at him again, his head cocked slightly to the side. Rowl avoids making eye contact, staring down at his hands gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.
Hax sighs heavily. āOkay, Rowl. Good night.ā
Then, he turns away and walks into his house.
Rowl slumps in his seat, his shoulders caving forward. He digs his fingers into the meat of his thighs, digging his nails into the scarred skin. He falls forward, his head falling onto the centre of the steering wheel and honking loudly.
He slams his head backwards, a pained ow falling out of his mouth when he hits the headrest. He rubs the back of his head, and then bites down on his bottom lip, sending a stab of pain through his body.
He knows Hax doesnāt want him. He knows it. Why the fuck would he risk his friendship with Hax just to hear an answer that heās already imagined a million times? Mongey has told him over and over again that he just needs to shoot his shot because he never knows whatāll happen, but Rowl does know what will happen. Why would Hax ever choose mean, callous, selfish Rowl over Infume? Itās not even a hypothetical that Rowl can think aboutāitās impossible to imagine.
Itās not as if Rowl doesnāt want Haxāhe wants Hax more than anything else in the fucking world. What he wouldnāt do to feel Haxās lips against his, soft and gasping with every movement. Rowl would tangle his fingers in Haxās hair just to hear Hax gasp when he tugs. Hax leaves his hair long for a reasonāRowl must have imagined twisting it around his hands and pulling a thousand times before. Heād press his knee against Haxās cock because heād be willing to do anything to make Hax feel good. Whatever Hax wants, Rowl could give it to him.
Heās not a bad person. Not really. Not in his heart. Maybe heās a little selfish and maybe he doesnāt deserve Hax, but heād be able to give him everything. Nobody else alive would be willing to give Hax the things that Rowl would. Hax could say the word and Rowl would drop to his knees and slit his own throat, desperate to give Hax even his own life. Heād fall to the floor and rub his bleeding neck against Haxās shoes, and what the fuck else could he ever want? It wouldnāt just be enough for Rowlāit would be his greatest desire finally satisfied.
Rowl leans over into his backseat to grab the water bottle that heād left on the floor after haphazardly tossing all his stuff from the passenger seat to the back to make room for Hax when he spots the little plastic shopping bag from the day before.
A thought snakes its way into Rowlās mind, twisting into the corners of his brain and squeezing.
Leaning further into the backseat, he grabs the One Wish Willow and returns to his seat, staring down at the little box in his hand.
He turns it over to read the instructions on the back. The clerk at the store had told him that it really works, but that feels like too stupid of a thought to entertain. Maybe Hax would believe in something like that, but not Rowl. Rowl doesnāt believe in magic. He believes in only what he can see in front of himāwhat can be proven with touch. He believes in science and logic and he knows that miracles donāt exist. One wouldāve happened for him already if they did.
Rowl carefully opens the box and a small stick falls out.
God, how fucking dumb is this?
Itās not like Rowl believes that making a wish is going to magically make Hax fall in love with him, but he supposes it wonāt hurt to justā¦ try to bring some luck into his life? He knows Hax is upset with him about the whole Infume debacle even if Hax hadnāt mentioned it during the whole car ride, so he might as well just hope that Hax doesnāt lay into him too heavy for it.
The stick fits comfortably in Rowlās hands, slightly cold to the touch.
āI wish Hax Hackingnoises loved me more than anyone else in the fucking world.ā
Rowl snaps the stick and feels just as stupid as he did five seconds ago.
What was he even thinking? What a fucking scam. Heās falling victim to the same schemes that he would berate Hax for. Mongeyās going to have a field day laughing about this when Rowl tells him (and certainly going to want to buy one for himself).
Rowl puts his seatbelt back on and grabs his phone, texting Mongey that heās going to come over. Thereās a liquor store on the way to Mongeyās apartment that he can make a quick pit stop atāgod knows heās going to need it tonight. Mongey texts him back āššš„³ā and Rowl rolls his eyes and wraps his hand around the gearshift, ready to pull his car into drive.
Knock, knock, knock.
Huh?
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.
Rowl pulls his car back into park and tightens his grip on his phone, prepared to call 911 if he needs to. Better safe than sorry.
Rowl glances at his passenger side window to see Hax tapping incessantly on the glass. He rolls down the window and Hax grins, holding onto the window of the car and leaning inside to look at Rowl. His hair is pushed out of his face and heās grinning a stupid Hax-type smile that makes Rowlās stomach churn with butterflies.
āHax? I thought you were going to bed?ā Rowl says as Hax reaches inside and unlocks the passenger door.
āYou know, I really donāt like Infume,ā Hax replies, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat.
āWhat?ā
āInfume. I really, really, really donāt like him.ā Hax looks over at Rowl, his eyes bright with something that Rowl canāt quite place. āWhen you called him out today, that was reallyā¦ā Hax pauses for a second like heās trying to assess Rowl and then continues, āsexy.ā
āSexy?ā
Hax nods. āYep. Heās so desperate.ā
āHax, what are you talking about? Are you feeling okay?ā Rowl undoes his seatbelt so that he can lean closer to Hax and press his hand against his forehead to check for a fever and make sure Hax isnāt hallucinating or something.
Something about the touch seems to snap Hax out of it as he blinks rapidly and then flinches backward. Rowl removes his hand from Haxās skin like heās been burned. Hax has never flinched at his touch before. Rowl isnāt even a particularly touchy personāHax has always seemed to savour the few moments where Rowl would reach out first.
āWoah,ā Hax hums softly, shaking his head. āYou were really mean to Infume today.ā
Rowl stares at him, completely lost.
āHe means well. I think youāre just jealous,ā Hax says, leaning back in the seat.
āHax, whatās happening right now?ā
Hax blinks again, and then he turns his head to look at Rowl. He reaches over to place a hand on Rowlās thigh, playing with the hem of his shorts. Every time Haxās cold hands brush against Rowlās exposed skin, he feels a spark run up his spine. If he werenāt such a coward, heād hold Haxās hand and drag it up further.
āYou donāt need to be jealous,ā Hax says extremely seriously, still toying with the hem of Rowlās shorts (Rowl rarely ever wears shorts, instead preferring things with more coverage, but fuck, heās glad that his usual work pants needed to be washed today). āOf anyone,ā Hax adds after a moment. āYouāre my Rowl. You donāt need to ever be jealous.ā
His Rowl?
āHaxāā
Hax presses a finger against Rowlās lips. Rowl has to resist the urge to open his mouth and let Hax shove his hand down his throat and choke him.
āCan I come over?ā Hax asks, rather abruptly. Rowl stares at him dumbfounded. āPlease?ā Hax creeps his hand further up Rowlās leg, dancing his fingertips over the bare skin until he finds the hem of Rowlās briefs. āI donāt want to be alone tonight. Iām scared.ā
āScared? Of what?ā
āDid you know my cat has cancer?ā Hax shifts around in his seat, leaning even closer to Rowl and rubbing his fingers along the edges of Rowlās briefs. Rowl almost bucks his hips, desperate for Hax to push further, but he somehow manages to hold himself back.
āSince when do you have a cat?ā Rowl asks, a breathy noise escaping his throat after he asks the question.
Hax shakes his head again. āDid I say my cat? I meant my dad,ā he laughs softly, and then immediately straightens his face, completely serious as he says, āMy dad has cancer.ā
From what Rowl knows, Hax doesnāt even like his dad. He doesnāt speak to either of his parents anymore, and Rowl canāt imagine the Hax that heās heard rant about his parents after he gets a couple drinks in his system caring about what happens to them.
But he supposes maybe anyone would care at least a little bit? Itās Haxās dad after all?
āIām sorry,ā Rowl manages to say, squeaking when Hax pulls up the edge of his briefs and presses his hand underneath.
āItās okay,ā Hax hums before glancing at Rowl, catching eye contact and then dropping his smile again. āI mean, no, itās not okay. Iām scared, and sad, and I donāt want to be alone.ā Hax abruptly pulls his hands away from Rowl, sending a cold flush over the entirety of Rowlās body. āSo, can I come over?ā
Hax doesnāt wait for an answer before putting on his seatbelt with a click.
āI guess,ā Rowl manages to say, still unable to form proper words as his cock tents in his pants. With shaking hands, he grabs his phone and texts Mongey that heās not coming over, to which Mongey responds with āā¹ļøš¦§š¦§š¦§ā¹ļøā.
Rowl takes a deep breath and turns his car on, trying to ignore the way Hax is looking at him like he wants to eat him.
āSo? What are you waiting for? Letās go.ā Hax rocks back and forth eagerly.
Something about this whole thing feels wrong, but if this is going where Rowl thinks itās going, he would be the dumbest man alive to not take advantage of it.
He pulls the car into drive and pulls out of Haxās driveway.
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See, how was Rowl supposed to know that some stupid kids toy would lead to all of this?
āRowl, baby, donāt be scared,ā Hax whispers, his voice soft and breathless as he corners Rowl against the wall. Rowl can smell the blood clinging to Haxās skin, dripping down into the growing puddle on the floor. He keeps his eyes focused on Haxās face because he knows that if he looks back far enough, heāll have to see Infumeās body lying face down on the floor, bleeding out more blood than Rowl had thought a body could hold.
Haxās grip tightens around the knife heād used to carve Infume open as he holds it up to Rowlās cheek, just barely pressing the tip in.
āI would never hurt you,ā Hax giggles, like the knife is just a toy that heās playing with. Rowl chokes on the scent of decay that emanates from Hax as he pushes closer. Heās wearing Mongeyās skināgod, heās wearing Mongeyās skin. Rowl had thought that Hax had disposed of Mongeyās body yesterday, but apparently he didnāt, instead electing to peel the fucking skin off like a banana and plaster it on top of himself like it would make Rowl like him more.
āHaxāā
Hax slams Rowl into the wall when he tries to push away. āWhat do you want from me? Do you want me to fuck myself with this knife? I will! Iāll do it!ā Hax shouts, his eyes wild and crazy as he waves the hand in the air. āBlunt side or sharp sideāI donāt care! I would do it for you!ā
āNo, I donātā I donāt want anything from you,ā Rowl mutters, the corners of his eyes flooding with tears.
āWhy wonāt you just love me?ā Hax sobs, his hand clenched tightly around the knife, as he drops his head into the crook of Rowlās neck. After a second, he starts sucking on Rowlās neck, digging his teeth into the soft flesh.
He wants to eat me, Rowl thinks, the only reason he hasnāt is because Iād be gone and he canāt stomach that.
āI do love you!ā Rowl shouts and Haxās head snaps up to look at Rowl.
āReally?ā
āYes! Yes, Iā I love you, Hax,ā Rowl says like a tainted confession.
The worst part is that itās true. Even after all thisāafter everything that Hax has done forāRowl still loves him. He loves Hax like itās breathing. He doesnāt know how to turn it off. Hax could have killed every person in the world and Rowl would still find that his heart beats for Hax.
Heās scared shitless, afraid that Hax is going to kill anyone who dares to get close to him, but he still gets to have Hax. Didnāt he say once that that would be enough for him?
āRowl, itās not me,ā Hax had whispered in the dead of night as Rowl had been sneaking out to go talk to Mongey.
āWhat?ā
āHeās not me. I canāt control it,ā Hax continued to whisper and Rowl noticed that Hax didnāt seem to be able to move his body, only barely managing to squeeze words out. āIām stuck. I canātā I donāt want to be doing this.ā
Rowlās stomach turned. He did this to Hax. Itās his fault. He did this to Hax and Hax didnāt even fucking know.
āRowl, pleaseā I need you to kill me. I donāt want to do this,ā Hax had begged, lying in bed and unable to move. āI feel insane and I donāt want any of this. Itās like some kind of nightmare I canāt wake up from. Please just kill me.ā
Rowl stared at him.
āIs being with me really that bad?ā Rowl had asked, guilt festering in his stomach, but not enough to overpower his sick desire.
āNoā what? Thatās not what Iāā
Rowl left the room before Hax could say anything else.
āMore than anyone else in the world?ā Hax asks quietly, leaning in so close to Rowl that Rowl can feel his breath on his lips. āBecause I do. I love you more than anyone else in the fucking world.ā
Rowl swallows heavily. Hax is so close to him. Hax is pressing up against him and telling him that he loves him.
What more could he want?ā
āI love you more than anyone else in the fucking world,ā Rowl answers and Hax doesnāt spare a single second before pressing his lips against Rowlās, kissing him like heās trying to suck out his soul.
Rowl kisses back, violent and angry. If heās not careful, heāll devour Hax whole and thereāll be nothing left.
well maybe he doesn't fuck. have we considered that. maybe he flirts with his friends all the time but it's just a joke really. maybe everybody seems to like him well enough but nobody really Wants him. maybe his friend gets a girlfriend and he laughs and congratulates them and later shamefully jerks off alone in his bed trying to imagine what it would be like for someone else's warm hands to touch him but the last time anyone even held him for a moment was years ago and he can't really remember it so it's just his hand at the end of the day. and coming is fine but he crashes so hard and sobs into the bed until he finally manages to drag himself up enough to clean himself up. and he lays in bed awake for so long hugging his pillow and feeling bitterly jealous of his friend's gf in a way he hates and doesn't want to think about and wonders if this is it forever. have we considered that.
I love this side of tumblr because it introduces me to streamers I would have never watched otherwise via the medium of hornyposting. Sunvisions got me into Rowl, Remi got me into beefsalad, saturn got me into max. All because the hornyposts were just too good for me to ignore
I think a bunch of Haxās friends should gather around him as heās on all fours on his bed and take turns fucking him with bigger and bigger toys to see how big he can take.
And they should do it slowly, of course. Stretching him out little by little as the toys keep growing in size. Listening to his pretty whines as they slip into him after a bit of pushing. Spending longer on each new toy because theyāre getting soooo big. And his friends who arenāt currently using a toy on him can watch, telling him how amazing he is, taking such a big toy, kissing him all over, petting his hair, letting him know how good heās doing.
Silverr: Bro, you actually don't sound okay! oh my godā just cough, cough, cough...
Doog: I'm fine (clears throat) I just choked on water. like really bad
Silverr: oh fuck, oh fuck
Doog: (still clearing throat...) I'm fine. I'm fine
Silverr: okay
Doog: Iā I like, I choked on waterā (clears throat) at like the very beginning of my sip, so then like (clears throat) I had to get the rest of the sip down really fast before I like, spit it out. 'cause I didn't wanna spit it out all over my keyboard.
Silverr: (laughs) jesus christ
Doog: but then that just made me like, choke even more (laughs)
The conversation was about Beefsalad hole no longer being used in stables, but the way Siv said it leads me to believe he was not talking about the stables holeā¦
Hi everyone Iām thinking about Beefsalad with wearing a blindfold and noise cancelling headphones, naked and tied up in a kneeling position on the floor of their room. Ankles tied to thighs and arms tied behind their back. And theyāre all alone. Theyāve just been left there and they donāt know when the other person is coming back. Eventually beefās knees begin to ache from kneeling so long, but the ropes theyāve been tied with make sure they canāt shift into a more comfortable position, so they just have deal with the discomfort.
And eventually the other person comes back. Beef doesnāt hear or see them, but feels a hand press in between his shoulder blades, before heās getting pushed face down into the floor, chest and face pressed against the ground with no arms to hold himself up. And then he gets spanked with a flogger. And if heās lucky he might even get fucked with the handle of the flogger <3
Hi everyone Iām thinking about Beefsalad with wearing a blindfold and noise cancelling headphones, naked and tied up in a kneeling position on the floor of their room. Ankles tied to thighs and arms tied behind their back. And theyāre all alone. Theyāve just been left there and they donāt know when the other person is coming back. Eventually beefās knees begin to ache from kneeling so long, but the ropes theyāve been tied with make sure they canāt shift into a more comfortable position, so they just have deal with the discomfort.
And eventually the other person comes back. Beef doesnāt hear or see them, but feels a hand press in between his shoulder blades, before heās getting pushed face down into the floor, chest and face pressed against the ground with no arms to hold himself up. And then he gets spanked with a flogger. And if heās lucky he might even get fucked with the handle of the flogger <3
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Thinking about Rowl generally always seeming to undermine how good they are at ranked they are, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy where he's good enough to qualify into playoffs but never expecting to get past bo16.
Max catches on, of course he does. It bleeds through every interaction they have. But he's gonna fix it. And he devises a plan for when Rowl comes to visit.
Rowl plays gridlock, they go get lunch, and then they're chilling after. And then Max is really awkwardly like, "Hey I have this stream idea where I hypnotise my friends and pleasecanyoubemytestdummy." Rowl is like /:| because. What? But Max is Not letting this opportunity go to waste. It probably won't work, everything that Max has read says everything happens with the hypnotists subjects consent, he won't even do anything. So Rowl relents. Fine. Max can try.
So Max digs around, finds a pocketwatch and starts trying to hypnotise Rowl. And he's actually pretty good at it. Rowls eyes are rolling trying to keep up with the watch and their head is heavy and he is tired and he does trust Max enough to just go to sleep. <3
And that's where Max really starts to have fun, making sure Rowl is deeply hypnotized, and suggestible and starts to tell Rowl how good he is, that they need more confidence, that they won't compare themselves to the #1 runner in the world. And Max gets Rowl to repeat it back, like a mantra, they're words are sooo slurred, his accent somehow gets thicker, there's pauses between each word like he's struggling to remember it.
And look, Max really did start this with innocent intentions, but Rowl looks really cute in trance and there's something so so enticing about how vulnerable he is. How is he not meant to get hard? (He tells himself he'll go and splash cold water on his face before he brings Rowl up) But then Rowl... Well Max doesn't know what's going on in Rowls head but he's also definitely hard. And Max is a good friend. So he tells Rowl that Everytime he repeats his mantra, yeah it's going to become more and more true but they're also going to get him a little more horny. And when it all becomes too much, he's going to cum. And all of Max's suggestions, the mantra, are going to be so right and true to Rowl that they won't need to repeat them anymore, just continue sinking into trance.
Byyy about the 5th mantra, Rowl's trying to touch himself and whining between the words. Max holds his arms back, he's not allowed to do that. They're only allowed to cum from Max's words, from their mantra, okay? And Rowl just nods and falls onto Max in response.
It takes a while but eventually he cums, and Max runs to the deal with his own erection before returning to Rowls side, slowly bringing Rowl back up to the world of the living. And when they do come back, they don't even remember or realise what happened, they just tell Max they think it worked, it felt really.... Good. But that's all they remember and Max grins, because that's good! He'll do it on stream, maybe see if he can get someone to gift him subs. And Rowl just laughs and nods and leaves soon after to go catch their train.
Max tunes into their next few streams, and is pleased to find that Rowl's self-confidence seems to have improved a bit. But maybe there's still room to work on <3
