#Tiger Red Envelope

[crabeetle]

[juanarc-thethird]

Be My House Husband p3

At the Vale Summer Fair

Jaune is participating in a cooking competition. This year's theme is barbecue. So he brought along his famous pork ribs covered in a special siracha and barbecue sauce. Plus a few secret ingredients that are valid in the competition rules.

Jaune: *Shaking a little*

Coco: Nervous?

Jaune: Hm? Oh! Coco, I didn't expect to see you here.

Coco: And miss out on a chance to see you, hottie? Not even in dreams.

Normally Jaune would blush at this point and tell her to stop, but he doesn't say anything. Coco stares at him and she can see that he's distracted. His mind is elsewhere.

Coco: Jaune?

Jaune: Oh sorry! Yes?

Coco: Are you okay? *She asks concerned*

Jaune: Y-Yes, I'm totally fine.

Coco: Jaune....

She stares into Jaune's eyes and he sighs.

Jaune: This isn't my first time doing this, actually. I really put a lot of effort into my dish. But I don't think it's enough. I mean, look at the guy over there. He brought a whole pig, the guy over there brought three-meat sausages, and the guy over there…

At that moment Coco took his hand and he stops. He then looks at her and Coco starts talking.

Coco: Jaune, I've eaten your food and I can safely say that you are the best chef I know. There's no way you're going to lose this competition.

Jaune: But the others...

Coco: Forget about the others. In the end, what will decide the winner is not how complicated the dish was, but how tasty it is. So believe in yourself the same way I believe in you, okay?

Jaune stares at her for a few seconds, absorbing every word she said. That calmed him down a bit and with a smile he answers back.

Jaune: You're right, I have to trust in my abilities. Thanks Coco.

Coco: You're welcome, tiger. *She winks at him* Now where are the rest of your friends? I thought I'd run into your team or team RWBY by now.

Jaune: They couldn't come.

Coco: What? Why?

Jaune: They had plans, but that's okay.

Coco: If you say so. Oh! I think the judges are coming. Good luck!

She then gives him two thumbs up and walks away.

Jaune: *Looking at her walk away* Thank you.

The competition continued and after a couple of hours, the judges finally came to a decision. All the contestants are standing on the podium as they await the results. While spectators watch attentively from the stands.

The master of ceremonies together with the judges are in front of the podium. Two of them hold a trophy and a plaque while the other holds the envelope with the winner.

Master of ceremonies: Ladies and Gentlemen's. After a long discussion, the judges came to a decision.

Judge 1: *gives him the envelope*

Master of ceremonies: *He takes an envelope and starts to open it* This year's winner is… *He pulls out the paper and…* Jaune Arc!

Jaune: *Shock* What?

Coco: Heck Yeah!! That's my future husband! WOOHOO!!!

Jaune walks to the center of the podium and receives his first place plaque and trophy.

Judge 1: *Shakes his hand* Congratulations, young man.

The crowd applauds in excitement. People then approach him to congratulate him and talk a little more about his dish. It was a great day for him. As time went by the celebration began to die down and he stepped away from everyone to get some air. He finds an empty bench and sits down.

Jaune: *Sighs*

Coco: I told you you'd win.

Jaune turned to see Coco giving her famous smile. But this time she looked different, Jaune could see how the warm light of the festival made her skin shine like the sunset. Her eyes were so beautiful; dark brown like wood. And her hair, was her hair always looked this nice?

Coco: Hello~ Jaune are you there?

Jaune: *Blushing* Huh?! Oh! Sorry! I was thinking on something else.

Coco: Was it about me?~💕

Jaune: *Red* Huh?!!

Coco: Hahaha, I'm just messing with you. Can I sit beside you?

Jaune: *Looks away* S-Sure.

She sits beside him and looks at the starry sky.

Coco: Today the stars look beautiful, don't you think?

Jaune: *Looks at Coco* I... I think so

Coco: *Looks at him* So how do you plan to celebrate your victory?

Jaune: Um... well, I never thought about that.

Coco: That's what I thought, that's why I took the liberty of calling everyone to tell them about your victory and preparing a table for us at Imos Pizza, your favorite pizzeria. My treat.

Jaune: *Smiles* Thank you, Coco.

Coco: Don't even mention it. Now get up and let's eat.

She stands up but jaune grabs her hand.

Jaune: Wait

Coco: Hm?

Jaune: Before we go I just want to say that… Well… Thank you very much for your help.

Coco: It was nothing.

Jaune: It was something!

Coco was a little surprised by Jaune's raised voice. So she looks at him intently, paying attention to every word.

Jaune: I was so nervous about this competition and I thought my friends would be here to support me. But they couldn't come. But you came and not only helped me with my nerves, but you also trusted me. And that's why I… I…

Coco: *Nervous* (Is he... Is he about to....)

At that moment Coco's phone started ringing.

Coco: Sorry! *She immediately grabs her phone and puts it on silent* Sorry about that. You were saying…

Jaune: I... I want to thank you.

Coco: Just that?

Jaune: Y-Yes...

Coco: O-Ok, so should we go now?

Jaune: After you.

Coco: Ok

As she takes the lead while Jaune walks beside her, Jaune can't stop glancing at Coco and a crazy idea pops into his head.

Coco: By the way, Jaune. *She turns to look at him* What kind of pizza do you wan-!!!

At that moment Coco is kissed by Jaune on the lips. She freezes and a few seconds later Jaune realizes what he did.

Jaune: Sorry! I just wanted to kiss you on the cheek! I didn't mean to kiss you on the lips! Um…! I'll see you at the restaurant!

Jaune ran away, leaving Coco behind. Coco can't believe what just happened, and slowly a huge smile fills her face. Jaune just kissed her.

Coco: *giggling like a school girl* Jaune just kissed me. He freaking kiss me! Today is the best day of my life!!

[bluessmutifyplaylist]

(Horny Round 2!!!)

Reader is a burlesque dancer, cuz they got mouths to feed, and Old Man Lilia gives them a proposition: put on a show for him and his boys so they can learn how to best please their future lovers. Voyeurism, corruption kink, Daddy Lilia~

Characters are aged up!! I based it off of this YouTube video as well as a few pole-dancing videos.

Warnings: Reader is not Yuu, AFAB but with GN pronouns, corruption kink, voyeurism, pole dancing, strip teasing, lap dance, dry humping, foursome, penetrative (p in v) sex, corruption of the future king and his knights, jerking Sebek and Silver off, overstimulation, creampie(s), blowjob(s)

Diasomnia

There was a dancing troupe coming to the Briar Valley, and they came around annually in the summer because it gave the citizens something to look forward to. Well, it wasn’t just the dancing troupe. It was an entire fair, but the dancing was the main show. During the day, the dances were all child-friendly, and the children were even allowed to hop up on the stage sometimes to join the dancers.

However, after the clock struck 8:30 PM, the doors were closed for children, and the dancers went into their dressing rooms and brought out the more… provocative… outfits. This was a time for an adult audience, and maybe a few teenagers in the older margin who managed to sneak in somehow.

You were with your girls in the back, making sure that your red lipstick was applied pristinely. You had large feathered fans, and a rather revealing outfit that was covered up a bit with a tutu. Your fellow dancers were all hyping each other up, and you saw one of them slap another on the ass as she went on stage, saying go get ‘em, tiger! It made you laugh… until the matron of the troupe called your name.

Getting up from your seat, you walked over, fans in hand, nervous that you were going to get fired. This entire fair was your livelihood. If you were to be let go, not only would you suffer, but so would the family members you’ve been sending money to. Your heart was racing as you walked up to the matron, heels clacking against the floor.

“Y/N, someone has requested our best dancer for a large sum of money. I know the financial situation you are in and you are the first that came to mind. Plus, you are one of our finest dancers, so I am giving you the option, should you accept, to give our esteemed guests a private show.”

“Madame, I don’t mean to sound selfish or money-obsessed, but how-”

“They are offering 1 million thaumarks, and I have the check in this envelope right here,” She held up an envelope, emphasizing that this was real and not a joke. Then, she brought her arm back down, and extended it to you. “You don’t need to have sex with them, but the… leader?... of the group wanted for them to have an experience with something so informal as the fair.”

“Umm…” This was probably the biggest decision of your life. 1 million thaumarks?! There was no way that you were going to pass that up. So, you nodded your head, “Yes, I will do it.”

“Good! This is yours, then! They will be in Room 1 in about 45 minutes. Your routine should be fine, as the man said he wanted it to be ‘culturally enlightening’.” She then walked off, and you were left staring at the envelope now in your hands.

“Holy fu-”

~~~~~~~~

In the aforementioned room, 4 men were sitting, discussing the plan for the evening. Three of them had no idea what was going to happen, while the ‘leader’ was explaining everything.

“Alright, boys. As you know, this is not a children’s show. However, I wanted you to learn something about the art of burlesque dancing. It’s quite sensual, but it gives power to the performer because they have the audience in their hands just with the way they move.”

“LILIA-SAMA, I AM GRATEFUL THAT YOU HAVE GIVEN US THIS EDUCATIONAL OPPORTUNITY, BUT I FAIL TO SEE WHY THIS WOULD BE IMPORTANT!” Sebek was immediately shushed, being told that he needed to keep the volume of his voice down.

“Well, it will teach-” Lilia was cut off by the room going dark. The thing about these rooms was that they were really smaller-scale tents behind the large one. In addition to that, the small tents had platforms in the middle of them for the dancer, along with a pole.

Spotlights came on, highlighting you and your large fans. You were wearing a bustier, corset, panties, and a tutu, and you were wearing bright red lipstick as well as elbow-length gloves. Your heels sparkled in the light. You bent down, one leg in front of the other, using one fan to cover your rear end and the other to point at your outstanding foot.

“Hello, boys~” Your voice said. Then, the music started up, and you started to dance. Sharply moving your hips up and down, making sure that your toes were always pointed so that your legs looked longer. You could feel their hungry gazes on you, and you smiled as you reached your hands behind you, going to untie the tutu.

Shimmying it down your waist, you could tell who the leader was. You know he had been at previous adult shows, as his pink hair was hard to miss. However, based on the reactions of the one with light green hair and the one with silver hair, you guessed that this was the first adult show they had been to. You were happy to be their first. As for the one with the horns, you could see that he was genuinely interested in the art as well as you.

Once it was off, you threw it like a frisbee to the man with green hair. You smiled and winked at him as his face was glowing an even brighter red. Truly, his face would put your red lipstick to shame.

You then turned to the silver-haired one and ushered him over to the stage. You turned around, making sure to bend over as much as you could, and then you asked if he could untie your corset. He nodded his head and went to untie it, struggling a little because his hands were shaking. You heard the ‘leader’ shout something.

“Let him take it off of you!”

Smiling, you looked at the man and he was also frozen in place. Did you really have that effect on men?

Whispering, you asked, “Would you like to help me take it off?” You giggled as he nodded, pulling at the strings pair by pair, and you worked on unclasping the front of it. Once it was off, you threw it to the horned man while placing a rather passionate kiss on the silver-haired man’s lips. Breaking apart, you saw that you left red lipstick on his lips, but you gently pushed him back in his seat.

Standing back up, you headed to the pole. You weren’t as advanced in pole dancing as some of your fellow dancers, but you did know how to do the basics. You grabbed the pole, pulling your body to it, slowly sliding down, placing your fans down on the ground. Once you were squatting down, you started grinding against the pole. You stood back up slowly, locking eyes with the leader, and then you sauntered over to him after picking up one of your fans.

Straddling him, you threw your arms around his neck and he placed his hands upon your hips gently, making sure you aren’t feeling pressured to do anything you don’t want to. You placed a kiss on his lips this time, making sure to rub your clothed regions against his growing boner. For him being a rather small man, you could tell that he definitely had a disproportionate size, but it just further served to arouse you.

This small group of men was different from others you have danced for. They appreciated your art, and they weren’t groping you in a way that made you uncomfortable. They allowed you to go to them first, and you loved it. You stood up, repositioning yourself in a reverse cowgirl position, and leaned back into him. He placed kisses upon the crook of your neck, and you used your fan to cover up the way you were grinding back down on him.

You can’t remember a time where you felt genuine pleasure from one of these dances, but you felt yourself growing wet as you continued your actions. You felt one of his hands slowly reach up to cup your bra-clad breast and one reach down to your panties, giving you a chance to stop him, but you didn’t. You instead tossed away your fan so that the other guys could see what was going on.

“Call me ‘Lilia’, love~” He whispered into your ear before using his fangs to bite into your neck. There was a bit of pain, but pleasure soon followed, and it wasn’t enough to draw blood anyway. Otherwise, you might have guessed he was a vampire.

“Call me ‘Y/N’,” You whispered back, letting out a gasp when he started rubbing your clit. His other hand went under your bra and he started fondling your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. You looked back at the other men and you were surprised to see them drawing closer.

“Alright, Y/N. I wanted you here because I want to teach these boys how to pleasure somebody. However, I need verbal consent,” He said louder, stopping what he was doing so that you could answer.

“You have my consent, Lilia,” Upon saying that, he immediately shoved a finger into your awaiting pussy, making you moan at the sudden intrusion. You could feel his finger curling and moving inside of you, and you simply wanted more. 

As your hips rolled to try and get more friction, you ended up rubbing more and more against his erection, making him groan. 

“So wet for me~” He snickered, looking at your little audience, “Boys, you never want to just go right ahead and stick your dick inside someone without a little bit of preparation and foreplay. After all, you want them to be aroused and participating.

That’s another thing: basic consent and participation. Depending on what you are into, all parties involved must be participating and making sure it is a pleasurable experience for those involved.

Please stand up, love.” 

You followed his orders, saddened that he took his hands out of your bra and panties. Then, you heard his belt unbuckle and his pants slide down, and you felt your underwear slide down your legs. The cold air hits your exposed regions like a block of ice, making you shudder. It didn’t go unnoticed by anybody in the tent.

“Now you may sit back down,” Lining up your entrance with the tip of his cock, he put his hands on your hips to guide you. Feeling him fill you up finally could have made you cum alone, but his size made your eyes roll back in pleasure. You tried covering your mouth to block any moans from coming out, but his hand blocked yours. “Let those pretty noises out, dearie. These boys need to learn what pleasure sounds like.”

Nodding, you put your hand back down as he started to guide you up and down on his cock. 

Oh, oh, ohhh’s enunciated each drop down, with an occasional fuckkkk. You didn’t even notice the silver and green-haired knights get close and right next to you, unbuckling their pants as well. 

“Y/N, you wouldn’t mind giving these guys a bit of the pleasure you’re feeling, would you?” You looked to see them with their dicks out, and you quickly reached out your arms and hands to start jerking them off. The horned man continued watching you all, a smirk on his face.

Up, down, up, down, up, down. Your hips went up and down on Lilia’s member, your hands went up and down on the knights’ cocks, the horned man’s eyes went up and down following you. Every single time Lilia hit that special spot inside of you, you squeezed on the dicks in your hands, making the two men groan.

The man with bright green hair had already came, and now he was just a tad sensitive. You guessed he was at least part fae based on his fangs, so his durability had to be amazing. If you were being honest, you were not far behind, and you found your climax washing over you as you slumped, but your eyes snapped open when Lilia kept thrusting up into you.

“You didn’t think I was done… did you? Neither are any of these fine gentlemen. Tell me, Y/N, where do you want me to cum?” 

“I-Inside… Please, please, please inside!” You cried, and you had felt another orgasm wash over you as he came inside of you. You were panting, feeling the warmth of his cum painting your walls white.

“I would be willing to have a turn with them, Lilia,” The horned man said, and his height intimidated you. The dick imprint that you could see against his pants intimidated you as well. However, you found yourself somehow getting aroused again, and, stumbling, you walked over to him.

With a snap of his fingers, you saw that his pants were off and folded neatly on the side. His size was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. To be fair, it’s not like you slept around, but you have had a few flings here and there in the different places you performed. No beastmen could come close to comparing.

“I’m aware I’m… better endowed than most. If you wish, I could prepare you more-”

“That isn’t going to be necessary, sir. I think I’m ready.” You really need to think about what you say before you say it, but you just couldn’t wait to have that absolute monster inside of you. You decided that you would straddle him, cowgirl-style, so that you could work at your own pace.

However, he had other plans.

Placing his hands on your hips, he shoved you all the way down, and tears leaked from your eyes. You groaned in both pain and pleasure, burying your head in his shoulder, adjusting to his size.

“Tell me when you want to start moving.” It took a few moments, but you eventually nodded and he began moving you up and down again. Luckily, he had strength to do it for you entirely, as your legs gave up.

“Do you think you could bend backwards enough to suck this young man off?” Lilia asked. Being a dancer granted you a level of flexibility that actually allowed you to do this. You leaned back as far as you could, just to be met with the silver-haired man’s cock. 

Oh, yeah… he hasn’t cum yet, you realized. Opening your mouth, he slid the tip in. It was quite unusual to be giving a blowjob in this position, but you were always down to be a bit more adventurous in such activities. His size was the smallest in this group of men, but it still wasn’t anything to laugh at.

“Oh, fuck…” The man muttered under his breath. What you couldn’t see was that as he was thrusting into your throat slowly, there was a bit of a bulge. Your mouth was so warm. You moaned around his dick, adding even more stimulation. On your left, Lilia and the green-haired man were each stroking themselves, watching you get absolutely railed by these two men.

Earlier that day, your matron said you didn’t have to have sex with them. Lilia even told you that you could tell them to stop. However, they were both wrong. You did have to have sex with them, and you couldn’t tell them to stop. If you turned this down, you might have to have yourself committed to a mental asylum because no one in their right mind would turn down an opportunity like this.

[toasterpancakes]

Go get em’ tiger

Austin Butler Fanfiction

Austin Butler x you | Drabble

Summary: A snippet of domestic life with Austin before the Golden Globes.

“Come in,” you call out absently, your fingers giving no pause as they continue to fly across the keyboard in front of you. You’ve become so accustomed to the occasion knocks to the door of the room you call your home office that have peppered the last few hours of the day. It had started with Austin’s personal assistant coming in to ask if you had seen the spare keys to one of his cars, and followed with his publicist (“Do you want a coffee? We are ordering in”), a stylist (“I’m so sorry to ask you this but did you have any extra safety pins by any chance?”) and ending with his personal assistant again (“We’re grabbing dinner for everyone, do you want something?”) coming in to ask various questions.

You finish up the sentence you are currently working on as you hear the door creak open before it shuts with a soft click. You expect to hear a question thrown your direction, but the silence has you puzzled. You toggle your mouse to hit the save button - a habit which you’ve formed years ago after having lost a document too many after being bested by technology failing on you, and crane your neck to peer over one of the two screens which you have in front of you. A pair of blue eyes meet your gaze, and you find your lips splitting into a smile.

“Am I disturbing?” His voice cuts through the space between you. Austin doesn’t move from where he is leaning back casually against the door. You drop back down into your chair, legs shuffling slightly, wheeling the office chair slightly to your right so you have an unobstructed view of him.

“Most definitely,” you say without so much as a pause, and you see Austin’s lips quirk upwards into a half smirk.

“I see,” Austin hums patronisingly in response, playing along, as he pushes himself up, legs striding across the floor of your office with an easy gait, easily reducing the space between you. He perches himself in front of you, on the edge of your office desk, “well I’m sorry to be interrupting such important business.”

“Very important business,” you say with a nod which you follow with a tilt of head towards the computer screen.

“Nothing less,” Austin says as he eyes you from his perch, arms crossed loosely across his chest. You content yourself with letting your gaze drift from his face down the rest of his body taking note of his styled hair, face with barely there make up for the red carpet to cover blemishes. He still has on a loose flannel, the top three buttons undone, and dark sweat pants. Austin’s gaze follows your hand as you reach out to tug the end of his shirt lightly.

“Don’t you have to change soon?” You ask only for him to shrug.

“Yeah, probably,” he says unfazed as he reaches out to envelop your hand with his. Austin’s palm is warm, and slightly calloused. You follow the tugging motion coming from his palm and limber to a stand. Austin manages to manoeuvre you into the space between his legs. Your place your palms flat on his thighs as he weaves his arms in the gap between your arms and body, pulling you as close to him as the position would allow.

“Are you very sure you don’t want to come?” He asks, his fingertips finding themselves wandering beneath the back of your top to meet the skin of your lower back. He moves to lean his forehead against yours only for you to retract your head. It makes Austin frown, a brown lifting slightly in question.

“They’ll kill me if I mess up their work,” you say opting instead to bring a hand up to the nape of his neck, your thumb rubbing the space below his ear in a circular motion. Austin lets out an audible sigh, but he doesn’t say anything - because he knows better than to grumble. Austin knew the value of hard work and wasn’t one to mess up work that someone else had put themselves into. He settles instead for letting the weight of his neck sag into the palm of your hand while letting his eyes flutter shut.

“I wish you were coming with me,” he says, eyes still shut.

“Well you know, important business and all,” you joke. Truth to be told it wasn’t work which was keeping you from going as his plus one to the Golden Globes, but more because, as you had told him, this was all Austin, his time to shine - and you didn’t want to take away from it by having the media and audience overshadow him and his work with less savoury headlines.

You could see it now, an article titled “Austin Butler and girlfriend sighted at the Golden Globes - trouble in paradise?” - with a long, entirely false and made-up story about how you both were on the rocks all because you walked two steps behind him on the red carpet. You both were out as a couple, but liked your privacy and kept your relationship out of the public eye as much as possible; yet it only made the media vultures worse, spinning every little glance they could get into a sensational, elaborate rumour.

Austin sighs as he opens his eyes. He lifts the weight of his neck off from your hand, taking your palm in his, he skims the back of your knuckles with his lips - a move that wouldn’t mess up his hair or make up - before dropping both your hands in between your bodies.

“I’ll be home after.”

“You should go for the after-party,” you tell him as he rubs his thumb along the back of your hand, “you’ll have lots to celebrate.”

Your words make him huff out while shaking his head in true Austin fashion - always doubting himself, slow to believe he was as good as they said.

“I rather celebrate with you,” he says an undercurrent of doubt running through his voice, clearly not believing that there would be anything to celebrate.

“I’ll be here when you get back,” you promise to the blue eyes staring back at you, “with peanut butter and jelly,” you continue and you see the twinkle that lights up in his eyes. Peanut butter and jelly - unusual, you would think if you looked at Austin, but it was a comfort food of sorts, something that you knew reminded him of his Mom.

He opens his mouth to say something when a rap of knuckles against the door of your home office interrupts. Austin does groan outwardly this time, because work was work but he hated when work took him away from you.

“Yeah,” he calls out, knowing that they’re looking for him. The door creaks open and his publicist sticks her head in.

“They need you for outfit now,” she says, darting a glance at you both. Austin had his head turned so his side profile faces her, while also effectively shielding you from her view, as if he were trying to keep distinct his work and private life.

“I’ll be out in three,” he calls and she nods, stepping and shutting the door behind her.

“Go,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Say bye before I leave?” He asks, an almost child-like quality to the deep, raspy voice.

You nod in agreement and Austin brings the back of your hand up to his lips again. He keeps his gaze connected with yours as he presses a kiss into your knuckles.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” you say with a wink as he slides off the table.

“Yes m’am,” he offers you a lopsided grin, as he goes hands in pockets towards the door towards his first golden globe.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ plz

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer! main character

Chapter 012: Vecna’s Curse

Eddie is scared to commit to you? That’s fine. You have a lap dance to treat Henry to anyway — in the infamous red set that EDDIE bought for you.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013** , 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

somewhat smutty = * , smutty = **

word count: 4k words

NSFW — blindfold kink (*cough* henry), lap dance, grinding, moaning, henry is the whimpering type, shy girl using henry to get off, eddie’s RAGING jealousy

TAKE IT AWAY, JAMIE 🥁🙌🏼

I Put A Spell on You (Jamie’s Version)

“The hooded cultists chant…” Eddie narrates. “Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna. They turn to you, remove their hoods… you recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize…”

— excerpt from Stranger Things 4: Chapter One: The Hellfire Club.

♡

Eddie is too busy playing D&D with the boys to have any idea what you're up to. It’s just what you wanted, though. Means everything is going according to plan.

“I put a spell on you, because you’re mine.”

Excitement brews within you as you slip on the red DEVIL WOMAN set from Nocturna. When you're done, Max helps to straighten your hair, maintaining it with a generous amount of hairspray, while Chrissy helps you set the final touches of your makeup into place.

"What's up with the blindfold?" Max inquires, nodding towards the piece of cloth tied around your wrist.

"Part of my act," you explain ominously. "I plan on using it on Henry for the first part of my set. He's a...sensitive guy, to say the least."

"You are way too good at this," your sister shakes her head in disbelief, brushing through your hair one last time.

"Intense emotions spark creativity," you shrug, admiring the vixen that is you in the vanity. "No man is leaving unscathed tonight."

It all rings true. Tonight, you have the power. And all of Hellfire is going to know it.

"Well you look absolutely soul-snatching," Chrissy hoots as she takes a good look at you. “You’re gonna have him on his knees.”

You bite your lip in anticipation. " Who? Eddie or Henry?"

"Both," she shrugs. "But since we're on that topic, I just know Eddie is going to come crawling back."

The three of you share a malicious giggle with one another, thinking about all the ways Eddie is going to crumble, seeing another man enjoy you in the set that he bought. He had his chance to commit to you, but now he has to face the consequences of what happens when he doesn't man up on time.

The dressing room door opens. By instinct, you turn to see who it is. In struts Nina, counting the dollar bills in her hands as she just emerged from doing her set at the tip rail.

"Oooh look at you go!" you whistle. "They're loving you out there, mama."

"I'm literally so shook," Nina raves, tucking her bills away into her bag. "This is my best night thus far."

When she's all squared away, Nina makes her way over to you and envelopes you in a warm hug. "You look so fucking sexy! Go kill it out there, girl."

You smile at the compliment, heart fluttering in a room full of girls' girls.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you respond to her, rubbing her back with the utmost adoration. "You too."

Chrissy helps you don your cloak, shielding you from giving away the trick you have up your sleeve. After one final check in the mirror, you're ready to put on a show.

"Ready," you announce with a mischievous grin.

“Go get him, tiger,” Chrissy pats your back.

“You better stop the things you do, I ain’t lyin’. No, I ain’t lyin’”

Your heels click with intention across the cool floor of the club as you strut towards your victim. He's smiling and laughing with all his friends, unsuspecting of the stake you're about to, figuratively, drive through his heart.

"Good game, gentlemen," Eddie concludes as he and the boys wrap up their campaign. "I’ll see you all next week for Rise of Kas. Try not to die in that one, yeah?"

You watch as the younger guys scatter to prep for the rush. Steve and Eddie stay behind to clean up the area. When Steve sees you, he offers you a tender side hug before issuing a kiss hello to your forehead.

"Hey you," Steve smiles.

"Hey," your eyes gleam up at him. "Didn't know you play D&D."

Eddie's eyes travel up to you the moment he hears your voice. He freezes in place the moment you meet his gaze. If he reacted this way to just you with your cloak on — exalting and apologetic — you can't even begin to imagine the look on his face when he sees what you have under it.

But until time brings you to that point, you settle for feigning dissastisfaction while he attempts to strike up a casual conversation.

"He doesn’t, I was just showing him the ropes,” Eddie chuckles, nervously resting his hands at his sides. “He’s doing great though.”

You nod absentmindedly, diverting your attention to Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington instead.

"You look beautiful, Hargrove," your boss attempts. "More than usual, I mean. Absolutely stunning.”

You can tell he’s already regretful about how he worded things a couple nights ago. The guilt on his face is like no other. But with the guilt comes those eyes. Those charming eyes that will get you to fold every time. Tonight is the exception.

"Thanks," you utter emptily to him.

"You got main stage tonight?"

"No, I've got a semi-private dance," you respond as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Semi-priv..." Eddie tries to figure it out. "What do you mean by that?"

"Hello, hello," a familiar voice greets you guys.

Right on schedule.

Henry makes his way over to you all with the biggest grin on his face. It's weird seeing him in outside clothes. He's dressed in a white t-shirt and black leather jacket, tight black jeans, and black combat boots. The blonde deity flashes you a seductive look.

"Days bleeding into one another again, Creel?" Eddie questions. "You're not on today, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I know," Henry shrugs. "I have a dance today with one of our special friends."

"Oh shit!" Eddie exclaims, going over to give him a celebratory fist bump. "Chrissy agreed to give you one?"

"No, not Chrissy," you chime in. "Me!"

Eddie's eyes widen. Steve's eyes widen.

"Holy shit!" Steve says. "Creel is actually getting a lap dance! That's so out of his comfort zone."

Steve's arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you in front of him. You feel his hardened cock sneak up against your ass.

"And from Shy Girl too?" Steve's voice deepens, rasp factor at an all time high. "You're in for a treat."

"Wouldn't expect any less," Henry blushes.

Henry’s voice is soft, but there’s a hunger in his gaze. Eddie tries to conceal how bothered he is. You see him frantically scanning the club for a sort of scapegoat, a way in delaying the nightmare that is about to ensue.

“Actually…” Eddie clears his throat. “Now that I think about it, we might get busy within the hour. You mind clocking in for a bit to help Jim out front?”

Henry cocks a puzzled brow. “Jim was playing Candy Crush when I dapped him up at the door. Mans is fine.”

“Yeah, the man is fine, Eddie,” you jeer. “And Henry’s been working sooo hard, it’s the least I can do for him.”

Your boss’s jaw clenches when he realizes his plan has fallen through. He’s got no scapegoat, you're dressed like revenge overdue, and his friends are insistent on watching this dance…

He’s screwed.

"If you insist," Eddie mutters sharply. “Tip her well, Creel.”

“Of course, man.”

Eddie excuses himself but remains in the area like a fly on the wall. He scrambles around, greeting regulars with a handshake and dusting off tables, anything to look busy and unbothered by the idea that his presence doesn't affect you the slightest.

But he is seething. Troubled. He can’t read you or your next move and it’s driving him mad.

While you coordinate your routine with the DJ, Argyle escapes from the kitchen. You hear him eagerly yelp when he discovers that Henry is getting a dance, followed by a determined, "I've gotta watch this".

And now that everything is going to plan, you take a moment to gather yourself backstage.

Before you head out, Nancy meets you by the curtains with extra bobby pins that you requested. You assume Chrissy spilled all the beans, judging by the words Nancy whispers in your ears before you head out,

“Give that man hell.”

(he sounds so much like jamie)

HELLFIRE: hell·fire

/ˈhelˌfī(ə)r/(noun): The torment and punishment of hell, envisaged as eternal fire.

"Alright, Shy Girl!" you hear Argyle shout from the pit of VECNA'S LAIR. "Henry is ready when you are."

You give the DJ a nod to start the song. Let the show begin.

“YOU put a spell on ME, I’m losing my mind”

You start your set at the pole, walking a slow circle around it before beginning your dance. Though a dance for Henry only, a crowd outside your immediate circle starts to gather around. Henry is sitting on Vecna's throne, watching inquisitively while you do your introduction. And Eddie follows suit, floating around like a lost puppy.

“You better stop these things. It’s a matter of TIME🕰️”

*DING* a grandfather clock chimes, a sound mixed in by the DJ as he makes the set his own.

The crowd cheers as you strut your sexy self down the stage, smirking to yourself as Henry timidly grips the armrests of Vecna's throne.

Your gaze pans to Eddie. You watch as guests attempt to have a conversation with him in the lair, but he is just not tuned into what they're saying.

Eddie is hypnotized by you, spellbound by a curse that he got himself tangled up in. Oh, how pitiful. To dig his own grave...

“Before I hunt you down..."

Poor Eddie. He has already lost.

"...grab your chin...and kiss your lips…”

You stroke Henry's face as you walk past him, stopping behind him close enough to see the goosebumps and baby hairs rising at the nape of his neck.

You tug on the corner of the blindfold and the knot undoes itself. Henry beams up at you with his eager ocean eyes as you hold the blindfold in your hands. You bend down behind him, exploring his chest with your delicate hands, before tying the blindfold snugly around his eyes.

You check in with your friend. “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m doing just fine,” Henry answers. “Thank you, Shy Girl.”

“Of course.”

“And you bring me back, I lay you down and grab your hips”

Eddie’s claimed a seat now, somewhere towards the back. Though it's harder to see him now, you just know he’s eyeing your technique intently, watching as you slither back to the front of Henry, stroking the bouncer’s face before lowering yourself onto his lap.

Henry’s breath trembles upon realization. He leans back and spreads himself across the chair so you can take up all the space that you needed to make him feel good.

He sucks in a breath.

“Breathe out, Henry…” you encourage him. “Steady breaths… there you go. Relax those shoulders now.”

Henry exhales, sinking his shoulders into flaccidity as he allows you to navigate his lap.

Eddie’s tapping his feet profusely, likely as an attempt to self-regulate. His folded palms rest below his chin as he studies you, attempting to construe whether or not this is something you are genuinely enjoying.

“And we lose all control. And before you know…”

And Eddie should know, that indeed, you are enjoying yourself… and Henry very much.

Henry's hands explore your ass now, and you use this position as leverage to grind yourself against him, your hips rotating to the shape of your stage name spelled out in cursive.

Shy Girl

A soft whimper escapes Henry’s lips as you grind, your ego inflating as he tosses his head back in pleasure.

“What’s the matter, baby boy?” you ask him. “Too much for you already?”

“No,” Henry smiles, seemingly up for a challenge. “I just wanna see your pretty face so bad.”

“Do you now?” you quip.

“Yes I do,” he nods. “Pretty please.”

“Well since you’re being so polite…”

“I put a spell on you, now you’re mine. I’ve got a hold on you, at least for the night.”

Your fingers return to the back of Henry’s neck to rid him of the blindfold you menacingly decided to tease him with. When it collapses, you meet Henry’s starstruck eyes, making sure they process you grinding your hips, exploring his chest, his shoulders, the sensitive parts of his earlobes.

“Fuuuck,” Henry whines. “How are you so good at this?”

“How are you such a good client?” you counter. “So well-behaved for me, Henry.”

Steve and Argyle make their way to either sides of him, showering you with dollar bills because Henry’s hands were occupied. They were exploring your thighs, hovering over your ass, rubbing your back while his mouth praises your every action, your every attribute, your everything.

“Goddd DAMN!” Argyle roars, incentivizing you further.

“What’d I tell you, Creel?” Steve smirks. “Ain’t she something?”

“Fuck yeah, she is,” Henry’s voice is but a barely audible gasp now. “And to think we’ve just scratched the surface.”

He tugs at your cloak pleadingly. You giggle at him, admiring his pretty puppy dog eyes that he’s put on for you.

“You know I can’t help myself when you ask tenderly if I’d dim the lights as your hand brushes me.”

Eddie glares sharply as he watches Henry continue to tug at the strings of your cloak, practically begging you to start stripping for him.

His misery is waiting behind that very garment.

“Wanna show me what’s underneath?” Henry incites.

The lights of VECNA’S LAIR begin to flicker and the classic yellow spotlight quickly changes to red. That’s your cue.

“Thought you’d never ask,” you giggle.

“And the floor swallows your clothes”

You undo the knot of your cloak that tied everything together. Slowly, to the beat of the song, the cloak slips off of you, revealing the beautiful red set.

“Oooh”s, “ahhh”s, and “wooo”s fill the air as the cloak sinks to the floor.

“And your silhouette puts on a show”

From the corner of your eye, you notice Eddie sit right up.

You try to figure out if he recognizes your set or not. But judging by his flustered face, and envious gaze, he sure does. There’s a pain in his eyes as his brows form a sullen arch. You watch as Eddie’s nostrils flare as he jams his fingers into his thighs, digging the balls of his feet into the floor in rout. He can hardly keep himself contained, he’s so angry.

And like a bull at a rodeo, Eddie sees red.

Meanwhile, Henry falls deeper into his state of arousal.

“Wow…” your patron beams. “That’s such a beautiful set, Shy Girl.”

You blush. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Henry insists. “It fits you perfectly. You did a good job.”

“Yeah,” you chime. Then your gaze travels to Eddie who is trying his hardest to conceal his jealousy. “I did do great, didn’t I?”

You allow Henry’s hands to explore all the set’s finest little details, from the little gems to the intricate seams. Henry traces your figure by following the pattern of the set, humming in pleasure to himself at the sight of you.

"That set is gorgeous, baby," Steve coos as he admires you from head to toe. "Did you pick that out yourself?"

“I can’t remember,” you turn to Steve as he rubs your shoulders. “It’s been collecting dust in my closet for a while so I figured I’d wear it today.”

“That was a good choice,” Steve’s voice deepens. “This is my favorite set on you so far.”

"Mm!" an unexpected moan escapes your mouth.

A crinkle in Henry’s pants from his thigh region rides up a nerve ending along your clit. Your mind short circuits from the sheer pleasure of it all.

Soon you forget about the lap dance and start subtly immersing yourself with friction, rubbing harder and harder against Henry’s tense quads as he lets you.

Aside from you, only Henry seems to know what’s going on.

He smirks, the most sinister grin you’ve never seen come from him before. “Find what you’re looking for?”

You nod rapidly, encouraging him to stay in place while you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs to himself, watching you chase your high on top of him, knowing he's the one who has the reigns now.

“That’s right,” he fawns. “Take what you need from me, baby.”

"Yes Master," you say to him, knowing it's a kink of his. You feel him harden underneath you when he hears those words come out of your mouth.

Curious on whether or not he's still watching, you can’t help but get a glimpse of Eddie. And past the layers of all the strobe lights of VECNA’S LAIR, you meet his eyes.

“You put a spell on me. I’m LOSING my mind”

They’re twinkling. But not in the way you’d want. Soon Eddie's hand aggressively swoops across his eye, as he quickly wipes — what looks like — a teardrop away.

You continue to watch him as he excuses himself from the crowd, pulling his entire weight with him as he drags his feet towards his office.

It's enough to make your cold heart melt. When you see the way his shoulders sulk and how slow he seems to be walking in the busy atmosphere of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club, it dawns on you that you may have taken it too far.

Henry sees your eyes wandering, dwelling on Eddie as they become rather glazed themselves. He directs your focus back to him with his fingers at your chin.

“Why do you cry for him, Shy Girl?” Henry observes. It’s like he can read your mind. “After everything he’s done to you?"

You swallow hard as you struggle to find the words.

"...You give me fever, and drive me insane"

Fuck Eddie. Fuck Eddie. Fuck Eddie.

You've been hurt countless times but you still love with your heart on your sleeve. Why couldn't Eddie do the same?

Sure, his father was abusive and absent. Yours was too. Sure he found his mom dead at the hands of his father and drugs. That was also your childhood experience. Sure he had to grow up rather early just like you did, putting all his needs last while taking care of other family members because no one else would step up. And sure, the only woman he loved enough to marry framed him for a crime he didn't commit, with the idea of inheriting his assets on her mind. You've felt that used before too.

So what if all the people he's ever cared about stabbed him not only in the back, but in the front as well?

...just like you're doing right now.

It really dawns on you this time. You're not any better.

Fuck, you're an asshole. The answer is so clear to you now, you don't understand how you could have been so selfish before. You're both different sides of the same coin, it seems.

"Hm?” Henry tuts when you don't respond. "You think you need Eddie, but you don't. No, no... you don't."

Henry then starts to buck his own hips upwards, grinding along with you.

You feel guilty that Henry feels so good, taunting your clit mercilessly with just the fabric of his dark jeans alone. To distract yourself from all guilt crashing down on you, you start to envision that it's not Henry, but Eddie whose underneath you.

You miss Eddie. You really, really do. You miss his laugh, his random outbursts of energy. You miss how he instantly drew in a crowd no matter where he went. His presence was electricity, sending shockwaves down your body with the slightest skin-to-skin touch. You missed how his fingers felt pulsing in and out of you, curving themselves as he looks you dead in the eye because your pleasure was his utmost concern. You miss his periodic check-ins, how he wouldn't relax until you made it clear that you were okay. You miss how dirty and magical he made you feel, but ultimately how sexy and loved were and felt in his presence, even on the rocky days.

Fuck, Eddie.

"You keep me going in circles with potions and bottles... And I can't escape... I can't escape..."

Fuck, you fantasize. Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.

"I'm lost in your ways... I can't escape, baby."

There's a part in the song that gives you an 'out' from your routine. You wrap up your dance there, completing it with a tender kiss to Henry's cheek as he smiles up at you. The crowd goes wild, and Steve and Argyle continue to spoil you with ones, fives, and tens, enticed by how sultry you made everything look and feel with such little effort.

"Thank you, darling," Henry coos as he rubs your back one final time.

"Any time," you say to him. "I hope I helped alleviate some of your stress."

The boys help you collect your bills while people from all around swarm you with compliments. Eventually, Maxine and Chrissy make their way over to you, ambushing you with hugs and fangirling over your entire performance.

"You did amazing, sis!" Max squeals as she jumps up and down. "You should've seen the look on Eddie's face. Oh you so won!"

"Yeah..." you mumble absentmindedly as you search the club for Eddie. "Yay me..."

--------

It's the last call now before closing and you're helping everyone shut down their stations. You'd typically be back in the dressing room counting your bills by now, but the inner server in you can't help but stay behind.

"Hey!" Argyle speaks up. "Since all of us are off tonight, anyone wanna go barhopping?"

"I'm down!" Steve agrees. "Night's still young and that was the plan last time we were all together, yeah?"

"Shy Girl, you wanna come with?" Jonathan asks.

"Uh, I gotta count my tips and then get to bed," you say, turning the offer down. "I can close the register if you want, Jon so you can catch up with everybody."

"Oh really? Thanks!"

The group invites Max too, promising they would take good care of your little sister. Chrissy offers to be her DD, since she knows that Max drinks. All of you did, when you were her age.

"Please, sis?" Max begs. "All my discussion posts are done and I wanna turn up before midterms."

"Fine," you mutter, rolling your eyes. "But remember, if it smells weird or stinky..."

"Do not drinky..." Max rolls her eyes as she reaches to grab Chrissy by the hand. "Done deal. Thanks again!"

And soon the group vacates the area, leaving only you behind to shut the place down for the night.

When you're done closing out the register, you gather all your things to start packing up. Suddenly, you hear the locks to a distant door jingle and the doorknob turn slightly to doublecheck.

Eddie's still here.

You hear him start to make his way towards POTIONS, his worn out converse making quiet taps against the stone floor.

The natural light from the windows near the ceiling illuminates into the dark space, revealing Eddie's face and the pained expression that still rests upon it. His eyes are puffy, his demeanor hard to read.

You clear his throat at him.

"I thought you left."

"Nah," he shakes his head. "I like to stay behind for a bit sometimes. Make sure I got everything I need."

"I see..." is all you say.

"Told you that set would bring in a lot of tips."

"There you go again, being right about things," you say in a forfeiting tone.

"I'm not always right."

You can't look at him right now. Not when you've caused him so much distress and he's still choosing to speak to you. You gather your belongings and hold your head down in shame, excusing yourself from the narrative and Eddie's presence indefinitely.

"Whatever you say, Eds," you try to smile. "Goodnight."

Nervous now, you put your cloak back on and make your way out of the bar. You nod to Eddie goodnight and start towards your dressing room to prepare for your drive home.

However, it stuns you again as Eddie turns his heels and follows suit...trailing ever so closely behind you... to the dressing room as well.

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Dad Hood - part 1

Danny is fighting Desiree. A giant monster tiger is attacking him. He dodges its claws and blasts it away with an ectoblast. Stupid tourists, making wishes at the fountain. This is not a little kitty, Desiree! Desiree taunts him, daring him to wish it away. The tiger pounces again, but it is caught in a Fenton net. Danny looks down. Thanks mom! Maddie reigns the tiger in. No problem sweetie! After the whole disasteroid thing, his life has become so much better! Amity Park knew who he was and accepted him. Thank god the rest of the world had no idea, otherwise the GIW would be after him! And with Vlad in space, Danny could finally live his half-life! Danny goes after Desiree again, defeating her. Jack is happy. Look at him. He's growing up to be such a great ghost hunter! He tears up. Sometimes I wish he was a little kid again, so he can hang out with his dad like old times! Jazz screams Dad no! But it is too late. Desiree grants his wish, enveloping Danny in purple mist. When it dissipates, Danny is gone. Maddie quickly uses her portal-zooka to pull Desiree into the Ghost Zone. Jazz is angry at Jack. Dad, what did you do? You know you can’t wish for anything near Desiree! Jack feels guilty, but he doesn’t understand. Even if Danny was made a kid again, shouldn’t he still be here? To hang out with his dad? Maddie becomes angry. Jack, did you forget that Danny was adopted? Jack thinks for a second. Oops.

Jason is tired. It had been a long patrol. First some thugs had been harassing his girls, then 2 dealers thought they could infringe on his territory, and after that he found a warehouse filled with penguins of all things. God, couldn’t that guy store his birds somewhere else? In short, Jason just wanted his bed. He gets to his latest safe house, one of the nice ones. He wanted to sleep in an actual bed tonight. Checking the alarms, he went inside. Taking of his helmet and jacket, he put them down on the chair. He gets a beer and throws of his shoes and shirt, forgotten on the floor. He puts the beer down and opens the closet, checking to see if this safehouse has pajama’s. Purple mist briefly rolls around his feet, but aside from a sneeze, Jason doesn’t notice due to fatigue. Picking Wonder Woman pants and a red shirt, he closes the closet and turns around. He stops. There’s a kid. In his appartement. The kid is holding his helmet, examining it. Jason tries to sneak up on him, but the kid notices him. Laughing, he runs off making Jason chase him. Jason needs the helmet back, it’s got explosives in it! Jason nearly trips over his shoes as the kid jumps on the bed. The kid tries to jump off, but Jason grabs him mid-air. Jason holds the kid up, taking away the helmet. The kid laughs, and Jason examines him. The kid has white hair and familiar green eyes. He’s wearing a black shirt with white overalls, and he looks about 5-6 years old. Jason asks him how he got inside. The kid shrugs. You don’t know? The kid says he can’t remember, but he doesn’t seem too troubled by it. He asks Jason if they can play more tag. Jason is confused: Tag? The kid squeals: TAG! And slips out of Jason’s grip, to his suprise. Jason chases after him again, yelling at him to come back, there are weapons in here! The kid just laughs. He tries to crawl under the bed, but Jason grabs him by the ankle, pulling him out. As he pulls him up, upside down, he notices something that shocks him. The kid’s eyes are full Lazarus green and glowing while he is laughing in delight! Jason puts the kid down, asking him to calm down. The kid still giggles, but sits down. First off; Who are you? 'My name is Danny!' Ok, Danny. You said you didn’t know how you got in here? 'Nope!' As in, you just woke up here? What’s the last thing you remember? 'Hmmmm. Nothing!' But you knew your name? 'Oh! Yeah I did! Weird!' Jason gets a bad feeling about all this. Do you know why your eyes are so… green? 'Oh! That’s because I died!' Jason was startled by how cheerily the kid said that. It makes his own eyes flash green as well. The kid is surprised at this, and climbs up Jason to get to his face. You’re like me! You’re dead too! Jason grabs him, telling him to calm down. Danny just keeps laughing. Jason sighs, putting Danny under his arm. He re-checks his alarms, but finds that none have been activated. Its like the kid just popped up! Jason asks if Danny has any place to stay. Danny thinks a bit, but can’t think of any place. Where are we actually? Jason is surprised the kid doesn’t know where he is. He debates his options. He could leave the kid somewhere, either at one of his shelters or with his girls. No, that’s a bad idea, the kid saw his face. He’d tell everyone. Maybe he could leave him with Bruce? An image of the 5 year-old in a Robin costume flashes before his eyes, tinting them green again. Not an option. So he can’t leave them with civilians, nor his family. Then that means… 'What’s this?' Danny is holding his taser. As Jason rushes to take it away, he just thinks that this is going to suck.

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@valiant-heart has excellent tastes and commissioned a little wild moth Red <3

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It was so dark. So unbelievably dark, and so cold. The sounds of the midnight forest were terrifying and quiet, your ears had to strain to pick up any and all noise. The frosted ground stung underneath your hands, the chill air bit your face... even though you knew moving would warm you up, you remained completely still, curled up in the closest thing you could find to shelter- a divot in the gnarled roots of an old tree, just big enough for you to crawl inside. As low to the ground and out of sight as you could get.

... It was a bad idea to be out in the dark, in a place like this. A very bad idea. But getting lost wasn't a great idea either, was it? You'd lost the path, that was that. Now, all you could do was hide. Walking around aimlessly in the night would get you killed; your best chance now was to just remain in shelter, and pray nothing found you before the sun came up again. 

There were monsters, in these woods- monsters that specialised in eating hapless, lost creatures like you. If you did get eaten out here, you wouldn’t be the first... or the last.

...

A crack, in the near distance, a branch snapping, too loud to just be the normal rustling of the forest. Even worse, other sounds started to disappear- birds and small mammals and insects all suddenly went as quiet as possible, they knew what was coming.

... A horrible dread started creeping up your spine. You tucked deeper into your makeshift hideout, closer to the icy ground, eyes wide and ears pinned back against your head. The uncontrollable shivers of cold were the only thing that distinguished you as a living creature.

...

Clawed, skeletal feet came into view outside your hideout. Large, large ones... clearly belonging to a predator. You silently bristled, like a cat, instincts screaming in equal intensity to both freeze and flee. They moved almost soundlessly against the earth, despite the carpet of dead leaves and twigs... something trailed behind them, like the person walking was wearing an enveloping cloak.

... Except it wasn’t a cloak. It was a folded pair of massive wings. Mottled brown and black, with patches of red that faintly glowed, like warm coals on a fire. 

... A moth monster.

You stopped breathing entirely. Don’t look. Don’t see me. Your only hope was that he didn’t know you were there, and moved on. The whole forest was holding its breath.

... 

... He came to a stop, right outside your hiding place. Those talons could gut you. You felt sick, heart pounding in your ears, what was he doing? Taking a break, surveying the area? Move on, leave, leave, just leave...

...

The feet slightly shifted. He’s going...

...

He crouched. Four massive clawed arms came into view, and two piercing red eyelights stared straight into yours, a wicked grin of sharp teeth spreading across his face. His voice thrummed in your chest-

“heeeere, kitty kitty kitty.”

You didn’t even have time to scream. The only sound that escaped you was a wispy, terrified sort of squeal, he reached into the hiding place with his gigantic claws and easily dragged you out into the night, despite your kicking and thrashing. The musky smell of bonfire enveloped you. Two hands sealed tight around your upper arms, and a third came up, claws outstretched to your face- the next scream caught in your throat, and you could do nothing but draw back and squeeze your eyes shut.

...

Claws trailed over your hair. Affectionately.

You flinched, wildly, but he didn’t let you go. In fact, you felt that same hand softly trace your ears, before returning to your hair again. He let out a little sound, a purring hum in the back of his throat.

“jeez.” He said, in a warm, soft voice. “you’re freezin’.”

... He was speaking. Instead of eating you.

You peeked one eye open. His grin stretched wider- his crimson eyelights were pin sharp, but somehow, they didn't feel predatory.

“easy, tiger.” He purred. “i’m not gonna hurt you. if i wanted to eatcha, i already would’ve. you don’t exactly move quietly through the undergrowth, do ya, cutie?”

... You tried to say something. Respond to him, tell him to let you go, beg him not to hurt you. But the words just caught in your throat... his huge hands were so warm, on your arms. Everything about him was like sitting next to a campfire.

Suddenly, he lifted you like you weighed little more than a child, putting you over his shoulder. You kicked, ineffectually- but his gentle grip was completely immovable.

“L-let go!”

“no way. you’re freezin.” He started walking, taking massive strides with ease. “you wouldn’t have made it outta these woods alive in yer best state. you won’t last the night like this, will ya?”

You wanted to protest. You wanted to fight- but he was right, the cold had sapped everything out of you, leaving just a horrible dull ache behind. It’s not like escape was really any option... without him, you wouldn’t make it very far. 

He patted the back of your leg, a victorious edge leaking into his tone.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. trust me- my den is real warm.”

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Almost Heaven

Summary:

Mulder’s attempt to find more exciting cases to investigate while stuck in the bullpen turns into another weekend trip to the forest.

Meanwhile, Scully is faced with a tempting offer that could change both her future and their lives.

This story is complete, and I’m going to post one chapter a day.

AO3 | Back to the Beginning | @today-in-fic

Chapter 2: I Should’ve Been Home Yesterday

Washington D.C. Scully’s apartment Friday, November 27th, 1998, 5:30 pm

Scully unlocked her door and stepped into her silent apartment. She carefully placed her coat into the armory by the door and pulled off her shoes, slowly moving into the kitchen and filling a glass with water.

She took a sip and closed her eyes, tired after an exhausting day full of report writing and mundane phone calls. The quiet of her apartment offered a sense of comfort that made her relax and started her thoughts to drift.

Her mind replayed the day’s events, and her thoughts returned to Mulder’s question about her weekend plans. Did he mean to invite her over? Maybe another movie night? Laughing, drinking beer, joking, and sitting a bit too close. She smiled and felt the happiness of their changing relationship envelop her.

Scully moved to the living room, sinking into the soft cushions of her armchair and letting her thoughts drift to the subtle shifts in their relationship lately. Or maybe not so subtle, she thought.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she’d started to touch him more intimately—she hadn’t really given it much thought back then. They’d been working tirelessly long into the night on a case, and at the end of four seemingly endless weeks, the perpetrator had finally been put into custody.

Mulder and she had given each other tired smiles while trying not to fall asleep at their desks. It had been all too natural. She had wearily packed her things and walked over to him. He had still been sitting at his desk, unmoving. His red-rimmed eyes had lifted to hers, and she had just put her arm around his shoulder and drawn him in. She had quickly brushed her hands through his hair while he pressed his cheek against her stomach, humming softly.

“You should go home and get some sleep,” she had said softly to his bent head, letting the soft strands of his hair glide through her fingers. He had chuckled softly and nodded against her stomach before lifting tired eyes back up to her.

She’d smiled warmly back and made her way home, tired to the bone, but somehow feeling more at peace than the harrowing last days should’ve allowed her to be.

So when they were sent to Virginia on another case only a few days later, she hadn’t even thought about it when she did it again.

Mulder had been pacing her motel room like a caged tiger, his hands firmly planted on his hips. She had been watching him, sitting on her bed, trying to understand what he wanted her to see, when suddenly he turned to the door, ready to run after whatever he thought was out there. She had jumped up and put her hand on his forearm, where his dress shirt had been rolled up to his elbow. She had given his arm a soft squeeze, and he had immediately stopped and looked down at her.

“Don’t. It’s not going to make a difference if you run after him now. It’s just going to give him an advantage. We can look for him first thing tomorrow after we’ve got the lab results back, and we’ll find him. I’m sure.”

He had given her a long look before closing his eyes and nodding, giving in.

“Let’s get some sleep, Mulder.”

He had given her hand on his arm a quick squeeze, laughed, and left for his room.

She had slept peacefully all through the night for the first time in weeks, and the next day they had indeed arrested the man, giving Mulder the satisfaction he had been looking for.

Now, sitting alone in her apartment, going over those moments, Scully couldn’t help but wonder. They’d always touched a lot. Right from the beginning. She laughed wryly, thinking back to that very first case. She’d been lying in his bed, dressed only in her robe, listening to him tell her one of his most intimate childhood horrors while she had caressed his forearm for comfort.

No, the touches, the trust, the closeness—that had always been there. What was new, though, was that they’d started to feel a lot less friendly and a lot more romantic as of late. It didn’t help that they had nearly kissed in his hallway only a couple of months ago, she mused. And that moment was what had lingered in her mind since then—the ‘what if’ like a tantalizing promise just out of reach.

Nearly dying of cancer, after having nearly died being abducted, brought things into perspective. Life was short, and she was done waiting. She wanted what she had always wanted and what had slowly drifted out of her focus in the last few years: She wanted to make a difference in her work, and she wanted to have a personal life while doing so.

Scully took another sip from her glass and stretched out her calves, wiggling her toes. At least it’s the weekend, and I have plenty of time to set things in motion, she thought. Whatever Mulder’s intentions were earlier, she was going to find out.

If things were going as they usually did these days, Mulder would be calling her later tonight—another habit that they had intensified recently. And just like the touches and the physical contact, this one had also been there nearly from the start. Mulder’s first late-night call had also been after their first case. She’d been already in bed, Ethan snoring next to her. But she hadn’t been able to sleep. What she’d seen, what she’d heard—it all had just been too exciting. Mulder must’ve felt the same because he’d called her like it was perfectly normal to call your new coworker in the middle of the night to share your thoughts. And she hadn’t thought anything about it, either. It was just them, right from the start.

But lately, those calls have also changed. Instead of just calling after intense cases or when he was bored, Mulder had started to call her every night, like clockwork. And she’d begun to look forward to it as a nightly ritual. They’d laugh and joke and banter, and she’d fall asleep with a smile at his antics soon after.

Just like I am smiling now, sitting in my armchair home alone, she realized and snorted softly. Daydreaming wasn’t something she did, but apparently, that was also something that had changed. She wanted to believe that these changes meant something to Mulder as well, that he felt like her, that they were worth exploring.

With a shake of her head, she got up and moved towards the kitchen to put some water in the kettle. Maybe it is time to take a chance, Dana, she pep-talked herself. But first, what she needed was some tea and later a nice relaxing bath with a glass of wine, she decided.

9:30 pm

Sully thoughtfully put some cream on her face and throat and worked it into her skin. She checked herself in the mirror one final time before leaving the bathroom and walking back into her living room. She felt much more relaxed now and ready for the weekend—and Mulder’s call with whatever he had in mind.

Scully glanced at her phone, just as it began to ring, startling her, and reached for it, her heart pounding slightly.

“Hello?”

“Agent Scully, this is AD Skinner,” the familiar voice of her former boss caught her by surprise. “I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“No. No, sir. It’s fine,” she replied, straightening up unconsciously. “What can I do for you?”

“This may come as a bit of a surprise, but I’ve been approached by Section Chief Hastings. He’s got an interesting assignment, and we happened to talk about you.”

Scully blinked, not sure what to say. “An assignment, sir? Mulder and I are assigned to Director Kersh right now. Does that involve any of his cases?”

“Actually, no,” Skinner continued. “I’m calling you unofficially in this matter. He paused, and Scully waited for what else he’d have to say. Her heart was pounding. Was this finally their way back into the X-Files? By way of an opportunity, Skinner had come up with?

“Section Chief Hastings is creating a new division in the FBI’s Forensic Science Research Unit. With your background as a medical doctor, a forensic pathologist, and your investigative experience, he thought you’d be perfect for this role.” Skinner paused. “I agree.”

Scully’s thoughts were spinning. How did this new department connect to the X-Files? Were they going to be taken over? What about Spender and Fowley, who were working on the X-Files right now? Would they also be transferred? If this offer included working with Agent Fowley and Mulder as a team, she’d hand in her resignation within a month, she thought grimly.

Scully took a deep breath to settle her nerves and felt her heart slowing down. “And what would be my responsibilities, sir?”

“You would be part of a team dedicated to solving unusual cases. These cases will mostly require advanced forensic methods to uncover the truth behind some of our more exceptional cases. Some of these have been considered unsolved for years. You would be part of getting justice for the victims and closure for their families,” Skinner continued.

“What about Agent Mulder, sir? What would his role be in this department?”

There was a brief pause before the tinny sound of Skinner’s voice came back through the line. “This offer is extended specifically to you, Agent Scully. Agent Mulder will remain under Director Kersh’s supervision.”

Scully’s heart sank. This assignment was exactly what they had been looking for. A way to get back to uncovering the truth. And now Mulder wasn’t even considered. She wanted to tell Skinner how she felt about this offer at the expense of Mulder, but she couldn’t ignore the tiny voice inside her head that reminded her of what she’d been thinking of earlier. It would be a chance to finally get them back to looking for the truth, a chance to make her work matter again. And now, at this very moment, she was presented with exactly what she’d been hoping for—except for Mulder.

“Scully? Are you still there?” Skinner’s voice brought her back to the present.

“Yes, sir. Thank you for the proposal. I’m sure you’ll understand that I’ll need some time to think about it.”

There was another pause, and she heard Skinner exhale. “I know what you’re thinking. I had the same concerns when Hastings approached me. But this offer seems genuine. This isn’t an attempt to split you up to cover the truth.”

“And yet that’s what this would mean.”

Skinner was silent. “I know. If there was any way I could get Mulder in on this offer, I’d be doing it already. Trust me, Agent Scully. But as it stands, that’s not possible. And this might be your best chance to get back on cases close to the X-Files.”

Scully didn’t reply. She felt like everything was moving in slow motion and sped up at the same time. They are trying to split us up again.

When the silence dragged on, Skinner cleared his throat. “I know you’re conflicted, Scully. But don’t hesitate to think about this. I doubt it will be long before other ‘individuals’ in the FBI will also show interest in this new role.”

“Thank you, sir,” Scully replied. “I will get back to you as soon as possible. Have a good night, sir.” She hung up without waiting for a reply and stared motionless at the phone in her hand. Her mind was spinning with conflicting thoughts, while her stomach felt like it was filled with lead. She needed to think this through. But what about Mulder? her mind reminded her. If she told Mulder about this now, he’d immediately suspect some sinister plot to keep them from the X-Files, she knew. No, she needed to get her own perspective on this first before she told Mulder, she decided. This could be their best chance to get back to working on uncovering the truth, even if it meant that they’d have to approach this unconventionally.

11:13 pm

Scully finished brushing her teeth and took a quick look around before turning off the light in the bathroom and walking into her bedroom.

She settled into bed and reached for the medical journal she’d been looking forward to reading all day when the phone rang. Mulder, she thought and was embarrassed that her heart skipped a beat in happy expectation.

“Hello?” she answered, trying to make her voice sound neutral—like she hadn’t been waiting for his call.

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder’s familiar voice came through the line. She heard a noise in the background, and something fell to the floor, accompanied by Mulder’s muffled curse.

“Mulder? Are you ok?” she asked, perplexed, trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Yeah, I’m ok,” he replied distractedly. “I pushed a few books over by accident. Sorry about that. Are you already in bed? Did I catch you at a bad time? Or a good one?” he joked.

“No, not at all,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips. She loved those nightly calls more than she was ready to admit. Especially to Mulder. And she could hear his return smile through the phone.

“So, any exciting plans for the weekend?” he asked, his voice playful. “Or are you going to spend it working on another essay for one of your medical journals again?”

Scully guiltily looked at her nighttime reading material and chuckled. “I might. Or I might not. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was thinking about going on an adventure,” Mulder replied mysteriously, adding a pause, no doubt so she could ask what he was talking about. Scully grinned.

“An adventure. And what kind of adventure are you talking about, Mulder?”

“An adventure you might find interesting yourself,” he joked. “And it would require you and me to spend the weekend investigating a fascinating phenomenon.”

Scully felt her heart speed up. So she’d been right. He did mean to ask her to spend time together. I didn’t expect the whole weekend, though! she thought and tried to ruthlessly push her excitement down. He’d mentioned a fascinating phenomenon, and that meant only one thing in Mulder’s world. An X-File.

“A fascinating phenomenon, Mulder? Fascinating for you, or me?” she asked flatly.

“Let’s just say it’s something where your scientific perspective would come in handy,” he teased, his voice warm. “But most of all, your company.” Mulder waited for a beat, and when she didn’t reply, he continued, hopefully. “So, should I pick you up tomorrow morning?”

Scully gave up on seeming disinterested and grinned. “Alright, Mulder. You got me. Pick me up tomorrow morning.”

She could hear Mulder’s happy smile through the line before she hung up the phone. Scully felt a mix of excitement and happiness, and her thoughts turned quickly to the job offer she’d received earlier. She felt guilty for not having mentioned it to Mulder yet but then dismissed the thought. She’d have plenty of time to discuss it with him when they were seeing each other tomorrow—and she’d had some time to think this through. Speaking of, tomorrow wasn’t that far away, she thought, watching the LED display of her alarm clock jump to 11:23, its red light flickering every few seconds.

Suddenly, she didn’t feel all that tired anymore and contemplated her medical journal once again. Mulder would probably be at her door before the sun was up. She smiled softly into the semi-darkness of her room, shaking her head slightly. His habits were anything but predictable. As much as he joked about being mysterious and spooky—to her, he felt more like an open book.

Well, most of the time. Sometimes she wasn’t sure what he was thinking at all. She frowned slightly and shook herself out of her reverie. Why was she once again thinking about Mulder? It was late, and he needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be busy. She determinedly closed her eyes, turned on her side, and consciously slowed her breathing, turning her face deeper into the pillow.

[lovefrombegonia]

Whenever I read about Yuder using his awakener powers, I think of him fighting like Aang from ATLA or Sypha from the Netflix Castlevania series. Their powers visually are quite similar with them using all the elements. At least, that's what comes to my mind when I hear "can manipulate all natural elements". But it's not the same. I have a bit of trouble visualising how Yuder would look. Sypha is a mage and Aang is a bender. From what I have read until now from the novel, Awakener's powers are very much driven by simple will and instinct. So, for Yuder, especially, after being a commander for almost a decade at a time when his powers were used extensively, as he himself says it's more like being a commander for 20 years experience wise, the use of his powers would be more like using his hands and legs.

Sypha's movements look fluid and effortless but still very mage like. She is using magic she learnt. Aang's is very choreographed too. Obviously, the moves are based on real martial arts.

Disclaimer: In no way am I saying that these two are more or less powerful than Yuder. Just to be clear. This is strictly, a visual thing.

With Yuder Aile, I feel like his movements must look less choreographed and very natural. Like when you allow a skilled dancer to go free style with her favourite music that she listens to every day. Not just effortless, but also almost like muscle memory, or like instinct. Still, I can't think of a visual reference. In the manhwa, his movements are very simple, his just like 🫳🏻🫴🏻✨ and boom! Which does make sense, he has done it over a hundred times. Why would it look like these feats would take effort.

Still, I am eager to see more dynamic movements from him. With the future chapters being more action packed, when he fights the star of Nagran or the western region monsters. When he will unleash his inner "Yudrain", being so fierce that the enemies almost think of him like a scary demon LOL

I also wonder what his wind-water protection shield SOUNDS like? It's said that the shield he creates is so powerful, it can strip skin and flesh from bones if you try to touch it. So, the shield is more like a force field. It should sound like strong stormy winds you hear at night, the sound that enters your room in a thunderstorm through the slight openings of closed windows, almost sounding like a whistle. When creates minor earthquake, his hands shouldn't tremble much but would look like how we move our hand when listening to slow music that we like. But when trying to cut down a whole cliff, like when fighting pethuamet, would it look like he is trying to push down an invisible floor into the ground? Would his hands grab the air like he is actually able to feel the ground from a distance and then feel incredible physical strain when pushing down?

When he is running with the help of wind helping him speed up, what would that look like? Like he is skating in the air, perhaps. Or will he looks like just how we see speedsters run in comic book films. And when he jumps high with the wind, I imagine he would like the martial artists in Wuxian cdramas, jumping and gliding across the bamboo trees. Similar to the characters in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I really can't wait to see him flying into Kishiar's open arms in the Tainu arc *sighs dreamily*

One of my most anticipated uses of Yuder's powers is definitely when he will use it to see Kishiar's different powers surging through his body and enveloping him. It's gonna look so beautiful but the description in the novel was also weirdly ominous. Like the anatomically precise diagram of muscles in the human body. Red, gold, and blue swirls flowing through someone he loves with knots present in various parts, like a blocked artery. Can't wait to see what it all looks like in the manhwa!

Now, imagine if this ever gets animated?? Damn. I will ascend to heavens if that happens!

[sochawrites]

May I request a Comic Bane x gn/male!reader, oneshot, hc, whatever you wish, but Bane figures out the reader has a bunch of stuffed animals/child-like items, and they get embarrassed over it, but he doesn't care because he has some of his own (Osito)? If not, thank you anyway!

🥺🥺🥺 that's so cute?

I am so so soooo sorry it took me so long to finally write and post this 😭😭😭😭😭😭. A lot has been going on and I have to jump back on the writing train. I wish this was longer and better, but this is the best I could come up with after all these months...😭😭😭

I went with male!reader, but besides the spanish I'd say it's gender neutral.

Plushies

Bane x Male! reader

"Cariño!" the small room of your home left no space for the familiar deep voice to echo through and disperse, causing it to be all that much louder and sharper, making you almost jump out of your skin and hit your head on a shelf above. You didn't expect his arrival so soon after his last visit, but it was a welcome surprise.

Bane walked into the kitchen, "Estoy en casa, amor.", threw his coat and mask over a chair and watched you rubbing your head as you stumbled out of the pantry. "Y/N…" he smiled at you, enveloping you in a warm hug, one you always crave whenever he's around, before massaging the top of your head and giving it a quick kiss, trying to help soothe the pain, "Have I scared you?". "No, of course not.", you mumbled into his neck, earning a chuckle and a few pats on your back.

"Hmm… Of course~." Bane gave your head one more peck, letting go of you soon after and looking around, inhaling deeply, "What are you cooking?". "Oh!" you jumped to the stove, quick to stir the sizzling contents in the pan, "Just some chicken with vegetables, nothing fancy. There's enough for both of us if you're hungry, but it'll still take some time, so you can go and change into something more… civil?". Bane simply nodded, not saying anything, he understood that walking around in his work getup wasn't ideal.

He already had one foot in your occasionally shared bedroom, when you remembered a little insignificantly significant detail. "Hey, it's no big deal, it can wait after we eat." you tugged on his hand, which got his attention, but didn't stop him from stepping inside. "Cariño, está bien, seré rápido." "But-", Bane caressed your cheek "No buts, I'll be right back." and closed the door in your face. There was only left to hope he wouldn't belittle you for your choice of decorations.

He didn't, which should have eased your mind, but he didn't seem to even acknowledge it, which made it seem somewhat worse for you.

You anticipated him to start talking about it after dinner, but you still crept away to shove away the fluffy bears, tigers and rabbits from all over the room, just in case. The only problem was that your house was too small to creep away. "What are you doing?", you jerked for the second time today, only now nearly missing the shelf. You froze like a deer in headlights, "N-nothing, j-just cleaning up!", face turning red, you avoided his gaze and tried to put away the last ones quickly, but your shaking hand was stopped.

Bane took the plushie you were holding, giving it a quick gentle look before putting it back on the shelf, "Why would you put them away?". You looked down at your feet, "It's all silly, I shouldn't have them up in the first place. I shouldn't, it's a sign of softness, I shouldn't have it on display for everyone to see." you mumbled out. "Y/N, cariño," Bane leaned down, tilting your head up with his fingers, "It's not silly, it's adorable, como usted." he whispered before kissing your lips softly, "So put them back.".

After that exchange, the two of you spent together a very lovely couple of days before he had to leave. Time never flew by fast enough when you were apart, but you always made sure to make the most of your shared time. So you only noticed the little guest after Bane left again.

There was an old, scratched and dirty bear, one you have never seen before, one that has clearly been loved, there was a note stuck to it,

'We all need a little softness in our lives, so keep Osito safe.

-Bane'

[talonabraxas]

The Profound Significance of Durga’s Multifarious Arms

If you are asked to picture Goddess Durga, the image comes in hues of red, with her big, angry eyes, expression of rage, her ten arms bearing different instruments of power and destruction.

This is the portrayal of Goddess Durga that we are most familiar with, where her rage overpowers even that of Lord Shiva.

Goddess Durga's numerous arms serve as a potent symbol of her boundless strength and divine prowess.

How can an angry God not frighten mere mortals, and one with myriad limbs stand as a testament to Goddess Durga's fierceness and raw power.

Goddess Durga’s Arms : Symbols of Omnipotence

Goddess Durga's multiple arms serve as a vibrant image that is a coalesce of power and protection.

Each arm wields a different weapon or symbol, creating a breathtaking display of her might.

Together, they weave a story of her boundless strength and the unwavering shield she offers against all forms of evil.

Imagine being enveloped by the comforting embrace of a mother who can thwart any danger, now that was the emotion that lingered long after you listen to the tales of Goddess Durga.

Her weapon-wielding arms are a symbol of her omnipotence, a reminder that nothing can stand in her way when she stands by your side.

They convey her resolute commitment to safeguarding her devotees, offering solace and unwavering support when we need it most.

A warrior goddess who fearlessly combats the adversaries of the divine realm.

Intriguingly, however, in certain traditions, each of these arms is linked to an incarnation of Durga, encapsulating the multifaceted nature of her divine presence.

This is a symbolic representation that is believed to stand as a reminder of the multitude of times she emerged victorious over demons and evil entities.

Each of her arms cradles symbolic weapons and tools, each with its own unique meaning. Together, they paint a vivid picture of her cosmic persona.

Goddess Durga, also lovingly known as the Divine Mother, perfectly balances grace and power.

The Spiritual Significance of Durga’s Form

Goddess Durga is the embodiment of feminine Shakti energy.

She radiates strength and compassion. Her multiple arms signify her nurturing and protective nature, reaching out in all directions to provide defense, protection, and reassurance to her devotees.

She encapsulates the essence of the eternal Shakti, the cosmic energy that animates the universe. Goddess Durga's form is a powerful reminder of her presence and portrayal.

As a symbol of the triumph of good over evil, Durga is portrayed in mythology as a warrior who vanquishes the demonic powers that threaten the social order, economic well-being, and dharma.

It is thought that Durga brings destruction in order to strengthen the creation and that she directs her divine fury upon the wicked in order to free the oppressed.

Motherly Durga is represented as a stunning woman riding a lion or tiger, her numerous arms armed with weapons, and she frequently vanquishes evil spirits in these images.

She is revered by those who practice Shaktism, a religion focused on the goddess and is also significant to those who practice Shaivism and Vaishnavism. by Gaurav Balakrishnan

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Part Three: Ghosts

Part One: Here. Part Two: Here. Part Three: You are here. Part Four: Here

Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. Red Sail Hall is what I decided to call Arthur's house. The referring to Alfred as 'Yan' comes from @oumaheroes! It's one of the only remaining parts of the Cumbrian Celtic language. And we're leaning hard into fantasy now. TW for gothic imagery, I guess?

Red Sail Hall

21st Century

“Oi, what tea am I supposed to make?" Rhys asked and listened, waiting for Arthur bustling about through the doorway to answer. The pantry with the extra board that dropped down as a counter from the cabinet currently held more than a dozen new tins, boxes and sets. Honestly, the man had a problem. “There’s another dozen in here since I last stopped by!"

He lifted a foot, felt a gentle pressure on his calf and glanced down to see the massive house tiger Arthur and Matthew insisted on calling a library cat. It was rubbing against his leg affectionately. It was just as well. There’d be no getting hair off his trousers anyway.

“Go get that blighter of yours,” He said, gently prodding the cat towards where Arthur would be.

Then the cat squealed; there was a crash. Flicking the kettle off, he shot through the doorway. Arthur was in the pose of a mariner on rough seas, ready to spring into movement in any direction depending on the chop of the vessel. Two broken bowls were on the floor, and the soup was slopped everywhere. He looked like he’d been in his grave for a week, all colour lost, bloodless lips moving silently, eyes fixed. There was no wound, no blood. Finally, he glanced up. A moment later, he collapsed against his brother, suddenly sympathetic.

There before them, semi-opaque right through the kitchen table heaped with spring seedlings and mail like a marble pillar, was their mother. Her red hair braided away from her face, her golden brooches clasping her blue and fur mantel over the greens and browns of her clothes. The empty scabbard of the sword he held in trust dangling from the belt at her hip. As they had buried her, she appeared at the altar at the mouth of her burial barrow and now here, in the kitchen.

“Mam?” he asked.

“My sons.” Her translucent green eyes danced in the slant of sunlight, and she looked so happy. Arthur had lost millennia in moments, his eyes rounder in his face than they’d been in centuries as he took unsteady steps forward.

“Mother?” His voice was so uncertain.

“Hello, little one.”

On the rare occasion where Arthur accompanied them to the barrows on Samhain, he’d had weeks to prepare himself and usually had one of his children in his arms. This was a shield against his guilt, against the boy he’d once been. Her mouth opened, and her words were as wind.

“Yan has passed between worlds he should not have."

And then she was gone, and all was as it had been, save the broken bowls on the floor.

“Mum?” Arthur was still transfixed.

Arthur's phone suddenly rang, breaking the spell that had enveloped them. Arthur remained transfixed momentarily, his gaze fixed on where their mother had floated, before slowly reaching for his phone.

“Did that–” Rhys could barely hear him over the ringing.

“I’ll put the kettle on.”

“Rhys–”

“I’m putting the bloody kettle on.”

“Fine.” He glared, slid his thumb to take the call and collapsed in a chair, putting his phone on speaker.

"Something's wrong," Matthew's voice echoed, tinny and hysterical. “Something’s wrong.”

He dumped water into the kettle, hands trembling, guts suddenly water as he heard the distress. Arthur dragged a hand down his face.

“What’s happened to your brother?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. But I can’t feel him. I just woke up and I can’t sense him. He’s supposed to be up on the ISS, but I can still sense him when he's up there, but I can’t... Dad, I can’t feel him.”

Rhys glanced at the clock. Ah, it’d be the very early morning there.

“Matthew, breathe.” Arthur said like he wasn’t this close to hyperventilating.

“I’m breathing!” Matthew snapped. “I’m breathing, I’m about to puke, and then I’m getting the first flight to D.C. and finding my fucking brother. You'd better meet me, or Arlington is going to need a fucking expansion.”

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside

Chapter Nineteen

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3.1k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

11 years prior

I pulled a stool out as I took a seat at the counter, my mother humming as she tended to a heated pan placed atop the burner. The welcoming aroma of dinner filled the home, evoking comfort and peace as she turned to me with a smile. Stepping from her spot at the stove, she handed me a bowl of fresh kimchi, also placing a serving bowl on the counter for me to transfer it into.

“Could you cut this up for me, dear?” I nodded as I began to cut through the kimchi in front of me, creating perfectly bite sized pieces. Her soft hums of a melody lost to the wind filled my ears as she collected the dishes needed to set the table, placing them alongside the utensils before re-entering the kitchen and glancing over my shoulder to check my progress. With a gentle thank you, she took the bowl from me and carried it to the table as well before returning back to ensure the pot wasn’t burning.

The door clicked open as Jiho made his way down the hall, dropping his bag across the backside of the couch and crossing over to the kitchen, taking a deep breath to enjoy the smell enveloping the room.

“Smells good in here, what are we having?” He took a seat next to me, leaning his arms forward on the counter.

“Tofu stew, are your father and Jungkwon on their way in?” Jiho responded with a hum and a nod, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs.

“They’re just dropping some things off in Dad’s office.” Jiho tried to peer over my shoulder as I scrolled on my phone, taking interest the moment a message appeared from the top of my screen. “Who’s Ilsung, eh?”

“Yah!” I quickly turned off the screen, pressing the phone to my chest and staring at him in bewilderment. “Keep your eyes off my business!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be talking to boys right in front of your brother then.”

“Oh no, she’s already talking to boys?” A hand rests on my shoulder, my father peering over and glancing between me and Jiho.

“Are we going to need to have a talk with him? Can’t have just anyone talking with our y/n” Jungkwon leaned against the counter with arms crossed, grin spreading cheek to cheek with a chuckle.

“No uncle! My god, he’s just a friend from school, can we please not do this?” The heat radiating off my ears surely was leaving them to turn into red beacons of embarrassment

“How about you three leave her alone at least long enough to eat your dinner, it’s just about ready.” My mother spoke from over her shoulder, putting the final touches on the stew as father crossed over to her and placed a kiss on her cheek, both hands settled on her shoulders.

“Thank you dear, but Tiger and I are going to need to eat in my office tonight, we have some business to take care of.” With a sigh and a forced smile mother took two bowls and poured the hot soup into them, handing one to each of them and shooing them off, then pointing the spoon towards Jiho and I.

“Don’t think you two are getting out of eating with me though, I need my company.”

I watched as the trees swayed in the distance, the yard framed by their tall stature and encompassing me within it as I curled up on one of the loungers on the back deck. The churning feeling in my gut never vanished from the night prior, leaving me uneasy and suffering from another restless night. I had instead chosen to pull myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed, letting myself sit outside and soak up the moonlight with the cool breeze of night brushing against my skin.

I hadn’t spoken to my uncle since parting with the family, and hadn’t had a moment to even contemplate getting back into contact with him since I came back, but seeing his possible ties to these operations at least left me with a little comfort that I hadn’t.

The prospect of getting to see someone who had once been considered family should be leaving me elated, not with a knot tightly formed in my gut and the fear that I was without a father because of his hands. I let my head rest back against the cushion of the chair, my slow breathing leaving clouds as the heat traveled into the cold night.

Through closed eyes I couldn’t see the light from the kitchen flick on, casting a subtle glow over the deck around me, then someone stepping out and covering my body with a warm blanket. My eyes opened to observe Chan taking a seat next to me, looking out to the star speckled sky.

“Any particular reason you’re choosing to sleep out here tonight?” He pulled his legs up onto the lounger, leaning back with his head resting, hands interlocked over his stomach as he gazed up.

“Couldn’t seem to fall asleep, so I just came out here for some fresh air.” My eyes followed his up to the sky,

“Isn’t it a bit cold?”

“Well, yes, and I forgot to bring a blanket out with me, so thank you for that.” I pulled the blanket up my chest, covering more of my body with its soft warmth. Sitting in a wave of silence, we studied the stars above us, all twinkling among a sea of darkness.

“What makes you think it’s him?” My head slowly turned towards Chan, his voice breaking the silence, still staring up to the sky like he hadn’t just brought him up. We hadn’t spoken about it since last night, Chan making the decision to allow me to calm down before we had the discussion.

“I mean…” My head fell back as I formulated my sentences before speaking. “The Tiger? That just feels obvious. Plus, there’s the fact that he’s always had easy access to my father.” Chan hummed a quiet response with a nod of the head, eyes still flicking between the stars in the sky.

“Doesn’t it feel too obvious?” He finally turned to me, a subtle look of confusion. “Would they really refer to him as Tiger so blatantly on reports like this?” I squirmed in my seat, uneasy about the different possibilities running through my mind.

“I don’t know, as much as I don’t want to believe it, it just seems like it makes too much sense.” I tried not to bite the inside of my cheek, nervous that in this state I might bite a hole straight through it. 

“Well from what I know, he’s been MIA long before your dad was even killed. Why would he appear out of nowhere now?”

“Maybe he’s been hiding because he’s had it all planned out from the start? I know if I was trying to keep a secret like this I would want to be far from anyone’s prying eyes, if I’m out of their minds they wouldn’t suspect me, right?”

Chan gave a soft sideways nod, contemplating the possibilities, our prolonged silence now melting into the night sky.

“Have any favorite constellations?” His words were quiet, as though he was speaking secretly, in fear of waking an imaginary creature beside us. He wanted to change the subject, and I would gladly entertain the derailment of the conversation.

“I can’t say I’m really familiar with any to be honest, I just find the night sky pretty.”

“That one right there is Ara.” Chan’s hand reached toward the sky, finger pointing to a dull cluster of stars among the bright sea. “It can be a bit difficult to spot, because the stars in it don’t shine very bright, but it takes homage from an old poem, in which Ara is the altar that Zeus and the other gods took vows at before defeating the titans.” I hummed in acknowledgement as I tried to focus my eyes on the soft glow of the stars within his line of sight, a gathering of muted light peeking out from behind the bright clusters.

“Do you spend a lot of time looking up at the stars?” I said with squinted eyes, still trying to properly make out the constellation.

“I understand wanting some fresh air when sleep is hard to come by, and when the world is dark and quiet, your eyes are drawn to the lights in the sky, are they not? The stars tell us stories beyond ourselves, they hold memories much farther back than you and I.” My head slowly turned in his direction as he continued, resting his hands behind his head as his string of consciousness came to an end with a relaxed sigh.

“Well shit, getting all philosophical on me now.” He let out a chuckle as his head rolled to face me, shadows casting across his face, blocking him from the glow of the house.

“Guess I let myself get a little carried away there, didn’t I?” The two of us exchanged quiet laughter, settling back into our seats as I tucked the blanket back under my chin. I bit my lip as my eyes studied the dark ground beneath us, no amount of jumbled star talk being enough to provide the relief of distraction.

The gears within my mind were grinding against each other, the lingering speed of their rotation far from enough to cause the spark of an idea. The power and reach of Tiger JK was far beyond what the nine of us could accomplish, we needed more strength.

More strength. There it is.

“If it is him we’re talking about, we might want to get more people involved, don’t you think?” Chan’s head snapped in my direction, brow raised in confusion. “Have some backup.” My eyes had grown wide, a subtle smile growing on my mouth hanging open, it finally clicked.

“Yeah but who-”

“I’ll be right back.” I quickly cut him off as I tossed the blanket off of me, fumbling to get up from my seat with the sudden surge of energy before making my way back towards the house.

“Careful with your arm please!” Chan hollered out to me as he stood, collecting the blanket from the chair and following me inside.

“I’M FINE” My voice carried back as I swung the door open and rushed inside, my thoughts far too distant from the restrained arm still glued to my torso. Chan held back in the kitchen as I stumbled up the stairs, swinging my bedroom door open and snatching my phone from my bedside table, shuffling through the contacts as I ran back to a confused Chan downstairs.

As I pulled out the stool at the island and took a seat, Chan had just finished putting a kettle on the stove, and grabbing two mugs from the cabinet and setting them before us.

“Here.” I clicked the contact I was searching for and placed my phone face up on the counter, spinning it and sliding it across from him. He squinted for a moment, eyebrows scrunching as he tried to comprehend the info before him.

“G-Dragon? Like Big Bang G-Dragon?” His eyes slowly rose to meet mine in confusion. “How do you-”

“They used to work heavily with my dad when I was younger, so they were around a lot. Right after I left though I know they started running their own system so they weren’t really working with him anymore so we fell out of touch.” I pulled my phone back, staring at the screen before blacking it out and slipping it into my pocket. “They were like brothers to me.”

“Damn, you were just building a family of some of the strongest players and you didn’t even realize it.” He leaned back against the counter with arms crossed, his lips pressed into a line as his eyes trailed off, clearly going deep into thought. “But you said they’re doing their own thing now? How do we know they can be on our side? Especially because if they were working with your dad, don’t you think there’s a chance they could be working with Tiger JK now?” I hummed with a nod as I took in his words.

“That very well might be a possibility, but something in my gut tells me we should at least try.”

Chan reached for the kettle just as it was about to whistle, trying to prevent the shrill noise from carrying through the quiet house and waking the members. Pulling the mugs towards him, he slowly filled the two before pushing one towards me, the tea bag floating so carefully at the brim.

“Well if that’s the case, we’d need to facilitate a meeting with them so I can properly talk with them. Somewhere other than the house, we can’t bring them here until we know for sure they can be trusted.”

“No, I get that…” My head tilted as I tried to think, what would I even say to him the moment I tried to reach out? How could I convince the group to at least sit down with Chan and the rest of SKZ to try and formulate an alliance? Suddenly, an image of a far too familiar meeting space flashed across my mind, my eyes slowly rising to meet Chan’s in a silence of hesitation. “What about Blossom?”

“What?” I could tell he was wary, caught by alarm from my sudden suggestion.

“Blossom. It has a conference room in the back. Plus, I know the place like the back of my hand, it’d be like having home field advantage in case things did go south.” I mindlessly tried to take a sip of my tea, the liquid still far too hot and promptly burning my tongue as I hissed and sat the mug back down.

“But your friend.” He was now leaning back on his hands, his face morphing into one of concern. “It goes against the one thing you asked of me, to keep him out of this.”

“Listen, it’s killing me having him so distant now that I’m here. He not only needs to finally learn about this, but he’s bound to learn at some point anyway. Let me ease him into it slowly, having him can also be an advantage. Seongho and I can tend to guests as normal and be the eyes and ears outside while you all deliberate.”

Chan bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating if this was truly the best course of action. He couldn’t deny the upper hand they would have in the situation by my plan, but the list of variables just kept growing, and that number also increased the chance of failure.

“Trust me, Chan. Just give me some time back at my apartment to work on Seongho, I know I can make this happen.” As my sentence finished, Chan’s eyes broke from him and met something in the doorway behind me. I turned to find a disheveled Minho standing at the entrance of the kitchen, clearly awoken from his slumber with his hoodie pulled over his head of messy hair. Without a word he crossed to the fridge, digging himself out a late night pudding.

“You aren’t going by yourself that’s for damn sure. Plus, you need to at least wait until your arm is out of the sling.” His eyes followed Minho as he silently dug through the silverware drawer, then peeling the seal of the cup back and dipping the spoon into it. “Actually, perfect timing Minho. You’re gonna go stay at y/n’s apartment with her.” Minho just about choked on his spoonful of pudding at the statement, both of our eyes sharply on Chan as we let out a perfectly synchronized

“Excuse me?”

"You heard me.” Chan took a sip from his mug, unnervingly calm as he tried to suppress a snicker at the response garnered by his command, instead closing his eyes and savoring the drink in his hand. “It’ll be good for you two anyways.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Minho dropped his pudding onto the counter, now fully awake and ready for debate. “Why the hell are we going to her place?”

“Not quite yet, after she heals a bit.” Chan motioned toward my arm with the mug in hand. “We’re going to be formulating a meeting with Big Bang, but y/n here is gonna get us in the door at Blossom for an offsite meeting. But in order for that to happen, she needs to get her friend on board with us.”

“Oh fantastic, and let me guess, this is all her idea?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means it doesn’t sound very thought out.” Minho finally turned in my direction, “Especially because I’m now getting stuck with you and your friend who doesn’t necessarily like me. But don’t worry, the feeling is mutual.”

'“In Seongho’s defense, you haven’t particularly made a good first few impressions on him.”

“Maybe if he stopped butting his nose in where it didn’t belong-”

“Okay you two.” Chan snapped his fingers between us, breaking us out of the direct focus we had on each other. “Yes, it was her idea. But I don’t see you thinking of any, Minho.”

“Why can’t like, Felix or someone else come with me?” Chan’s eyes quickly stopped on me, his look now less of amusement and more irritation.

Oh no, not the Dad stare.

“Minho’s going with you. End of discussion.” He stood from the counter, making his way to the archway, stopping to leave one final demand before leaving. “Both of you go to sleep, especially you y/n. Drink your tea, and no more freezing to death outside.”

I turned back to Minho, now leaning back against the counter with arms crossed, staring at the floor in frustration.

“Listen, I didn’t ask for this okay?” Minho responded with nothing more than a faint grunt, then grabbing his pudding and following after Chan. I dropped my face into my unrestrained hand, rubbing my fingers into my eyes as I groaned. On one hand, I get to go home for a bit, settle into familiar surroundings once again. But now I have to bring Minho into that space, and I’ll have to play mediator between him and Seongho on top of that.

I stood and collected my mug, flipping the light off behind me before heading back up to my bedroom.

“Goddamnit Chan.”

Next Chapter

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Taunting Shion Komatsu

Image Source: MeChat Wiki

"You get so horny, it's cute."

You smirk, rocking your pelvis against his. "Fuck, kitten, stop teasing." Shion groans. You feel him throb through the cloth of his boxers. "Make me." You smirk wickedly. He grabs you by the hips. "You bet your sexy tits I will." He growls. "You are all mouth and no trousers, tiger." You taunt.

Shion seals his lips over your left nipple. You squeal loudly. "Fuck yeah I'm all mouth." He slurrs against your flesh. You card your fingers into his red hair. Shion growls animalistically and sucks lavishly on your nipple. "Oh! Oh Shion!" You moan. He is so good with that hot mouth of his.

He claws at your underwear. "I need you out of these, kitten." He grunts. "Maybe if you ask nicely." You purr. Shion scoffs softly. "You'll take it off kitten, now. Before I tear em off." He growls. "But these are pricey." You pout. "So you know what to do." Shion purrs. "You first." You tell him. Shion shakes his head. "No, you gona do what I told ye, kitten." His fist bunches around the cloth of your panties. "I don't give a shit how pricey they were, I need em off." He growls.

You try to wriggle away, but Shion is far too strong. He is not letting you go. "Oh no no, you ain't getting nowhere." He hisses. He shoves you down on the bed, pulling down your panties. You whine softly, knowing he has won. "You're so rude." You huff. Shion laughs loudly. "Oh kitten, you started this." He murmurs.

He shoves his face between your thighs.

You squeal when his mouth envelopes your entire pussy. Shion groans in reply. His tongue parts your folds and finds your clit. You moan loudly. "So good, so good baby." You tug at his long red hair. Shion groans once more. Shion grunts and begins to suck your clit. You moan and rake your nails over his scalp.

"Now who gets horny?" Shion growls against your cunt.

[pirrusstuff]

Hiiii Pirru 💕💕💕

Sending you this prompt:

“Don’t touch him!”

Hiii saturn

Opaaaaa i really like this one

Writing prompts!

Eddie came home after a long shift, he was tired and the only thing he wanted to do rigth now was see his favorite boys.

" Don't touch him!" He heard Christopher yell in the living room, Eddie immediately ran to see what was happening.

Before entering the room he could see Chris with a red cape and a paper crown and Buck with a small plastic sword and he was holding a stuffed tiger.

" Why?!" Buck asked with his fake british accent.

" Because he is haunted! Now the ghost that was haunting him will haunt you"

" Oh no king Chris, What can I do?"

" Lie down on the floor and close your eyes!"

Buck did that immediately, Chris started putting a lot of small toys on Buck.

" Ghost... go away!" Chris shouted.

" That worked?" Buck asked, opening only one eye.

" Yes!"

" Well, in that case"

Buck quickly stood up, wrapped Chris in his arms and lifted him into a big hug, they both started laughing.

" Oh King Chris, I now owe you for saving me from that ghost!" Buck said dramatically making Chris laugh more.

Those were his boys, his family.

A warm feeling enveloped Eddie, Buck loves Chris as much as he does and Eddie couldn't be happier about it.

[rhysnolastname]

tagged by @mattodore thank you!!! ocs as obscure associations rhys

ANIMAL: lamb, fox

COLORS: red, browns

MONTH: november (robert frost, my november guest - my sorrow, when she’s here with me, / thinks these dark days of autumn rain /are beautiful as days can be)

SONGS: a little god in my hands, helpless child by swans

NUMBER: 13

PLANTS: snowdrop flowers, symbolize hope, consolation, and new beginnings

SMELLS: firewood

GEMSTONE: tiger's eye

TIME OF DAY: dusk

SEASON: the cusp between fall and winter

WEATHER: rainy

SKY: sunset orange

PLACES: forests, lakes

FOOD: soup....desserts

DRINKS: beer

SEASONINGS: paprika, salt

ELEMENT: earth...mud is not an element but specifically mud. fell down and cant get clean

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: cancer, scorpio

MAGICAL POWER: daylight spell (its one of their favorite spells)

WEAPONS: longsword, two handed longsword

SOCIAL MEDIA: none

MAKEUP PRODUCT: expired eyeshadow

CANDY: candy necklace thats been worn for 3 days

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: trains

ART STYLE: charcoal

FEAR: uncertainty, the dark

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: griffin

PIECE OF STATIONERY: envelopes

THREE EMOJIS: 🎻 ⛰️ 🛡️

CELESTIAL BODY: asteroid belt (idk if that's a celestial body)

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