#also I have no idea who this polar bear is I just saw a few people mention him and I needed a fourth herbert so here we are

[darkacademiaarchibist]

The Four Herberts of the Apocalypse

(in celebration of Medic's legal first name)

[wolven91]

Spa Day

Jonathan pushed his hand into the thick white pelt of Garsh's arm and luxuriated in its softness. He pushed his arm forwards and his hand disappeared into the pelt, then his wrist, then part of his forearm, before his palm touched something solid and hot.

The ursidain's fur was dense and thick, if the human had to guess, it was near enough a foot deep. The outer layer was rough and coarse to the touch, creating a sort of barrier to the outside environment. When he pushed his fingers deeper, the soft under pelt felt like silk to his hands, but the heat that was trapped beneath was also instantly transferred to the man's hand. It wasn't a surprise that her hidden flesh felt hot to the touch, ursidains ran far hotter than a human ever did.

The human and the ursidain were both sitting on a bench in the public space of the station. It had been a long day and the two of them, after leaving work, had immediately needed to just sit and take time to decompress. It all honesty it had been a busy week, they were both exhausted and finally had a few days to themselves. The busy period was over.

As Jonathan lovingly combed his fingers through the fur on her arm, he noted the coarse fur and the knots he came across on a regular basis. Garsh had her eyes closed and head leant back as she lay slumped on the bench itself. Jonathan watched her for a time, noting the clenched jaw and the effort she was making to slow her breathing, taking in air through her mouth and exhaling through her nose. A technique he himself had taught her.

"Fancy a 'spa-day'?" He asked, breaking the silence, unaware if 'spas' were a thing up here.

She frowned, before the 'polar bear' like ursidain lifted her head to turn to him and fix him with a quizzical expression.

"The heck's a 'spa-day'?"

Jonathan gave a single bark of a laugh before sobering when she remained confused rather than revealing her joke.

"How about I book it all and we go together?"

--- 0 ---

Turns out, the aliens did 'do' spas.

The following day, the pair pulled off the station's motorway and pulled up in a vehicle bay using the 'hover-bike' that Garsh had favoured over the sealed 'cars' that the majority of the citizens preferred. Garsh had given up trying to get Jonathan to call the vehicles by the correct terms, it seemed another strange quirk of 'her' human.

Humans seem to have their own names for things and enjoyed mildly annoying everyone by using their terms over the correct ones often deliberately using terms that the translators would hiccup over rather than their correct names.

The human and the ursidain entered into the 'spa' and the atmosphere changed from the busy, cavernous station, to a warm, welcoming room with a smiling male taurian behind a desk. He ducked his head in a graceful bow, until they stood before him at the counter.

Jonathan tiptoed up to peer over the desk and confirmed his details with the receptionist who immediately welcomed to duo into the deeper parts of the building with a sweep of his arm. Garsh had no idea as to what to expect from the spa. It wasn't something that people like her did.

She was an engineer, getting greasy or dirty was part and parcel of the job. What was the point of spending hard earned credits on getting clean when she could do it with a coarse brush and bad language at home?

When she was told to strip and given an oversized fluffy robe, the ursidain's eyes bugged out of her head and flitted across to Jonathan who merely laughed and disappeared behind a curtain. To her left was a similar curtain, which she peered around to reveal a changing room like one would find in a clothes shop. Turning the fluffy robe over in her hands she found that hers had no sleeves, but when she saw Jonathan again, his robe covered more of his whole body.

Another pair of diminutive taurians, at least to Garsh, ushered them through to a new room. This one was full of hot mist and the pair were subjected to a hot bath.

The bubbling water, but not boiling, roiled and undulated with a pleasant scent curling up from it in the steam. At first Garsh was concerned about whether it was wise to go anywhere near something that hot without safety measures, especially with such precious cargo like a human around. Jonathan instead simply shed his robe and stepped down into the giant boiling cauldron, much to Garsh's shock and horror!

However, instead of all the thrashing and screaming she expected, the human merely gingerly settled himself into the water, 'oohing' and aahing'. The ursidain frowned and with very little grace, 'plunked' a foot into the water to test the heat. Hot, but not uncomfortable. Copying the human, she tossed the robe and with all the grace expected of an ursidain, tumbled into the bubbling pool as her foot didn't find a solid floor past the shelf Jonathan was using. A surge of water partially lifted and displaced the human who cackled at the display, glancing over to his robe which had been already retrieved and placed onto a raised bench by an unseen assistant alongside hers.

The overflow of water displaced by the ursidain went into wide drains that surrounded the hot tub. Jonathan suspected any ursidain sitting in the pool would cause the same tidal wave, so considered it wise planning on the architect's part. The constant stream of bubbles provided a massage to the pair of them as the streams of air rippled through Garsh's fur and over Jonathan's skin. For a time, she sat with her arms in her lap, unsure on what she was supposed to do now.

Garsh looked over to Jonathan, wondering what the next part was. The human merely smiled and said that she should try counting her breaths into she got to a hundred. She got to twenty-six before Jonathan sighed and scooted down into the water. Ursidains were roughly twice the height of a human, with the design of the pool, she was sat on a lower bench that was beneath the roiling surface. It was one of the few times that she and Jonathan were almost eye level. The gentle giant cared deeply for the human and only wanted what was best of him and to make him happy. The only reason she had agreed to this whole thing was because he had said it would make him happy...

Seemingly sensing her gaze, he opened a single eye, smiled and scooted along the shelf until they were sat touching arm to arm. She leant back and stretched out, placing an arm at Jonathan's back. With this natural feeling action, it was her turn to sigh as a wave of contentment washed over her and the ursidain finally 'got' spa days, scooting down into the water.

Garsh began to notice painful bunches of muscles across her body that she hadn't realised was there. Tensed legs, arms or even her shoulders began to uncoil. She rolled her shoulders as she hesitantly allowed her tense muscles to relax. It was an alien sensation, but far from a horrible one. She found her lungs releasing a pent-up breath she hadn't realised she was holding on to.

The two lay against one another for a time, listening to the sound of the water before a quiet noise of another set of two employees entering the room with a tray of bottles and brushes. Every furred and even scaled being up in the stars had a grooming kit. A series of clippers and brushes held in personal kits of varying styles was owned by everyone bar the humans. The kit's these attendants unrolled however, were of the finest quality, appearing as gold with shining silver of metal along the edges of the blades and scissors.

The attendants coaxed the pair from the waters, Garsh averting her gaze from the human's body before laying down on the leather gurneys that had been rolled out for them.

What followed was a significant shampooing, conditioning, and scrubbing of Garsh's pelt in such a manner that she couldn't recall the last time it had had such attention given to it. Of course, she washed herself, kept clean and gave it a brush when needed, but the attentions she was being given was unlike anything she had experienced before. The human on the contrary was both easier and harder for the delicate taurian to deal with. Instead resorting to a body massage to burn time waiting for his ursidain partner to be dealt with.

When Garsh was finally released and the pair were told they could sit up and join the attendants in the next room at their leisure, Jonathan's jaw dropped open. Garsh was practically glowing, her fur, usually a creamy white, was now almost sparkling in the dull lights of the spa, it rippled and flowed easily with every movement.

Garsh pulled the curtain to the next room to one side, allowing Jonathan through. Now there were two seats, the human was dwarfed by it, whereas it was 'just right' for Garsh. What happened next was a pedicure and a manicure. The taurians once more were stumped by the dull 'claws' of the human, whereas they knew exactly what they were doing with the ursidain. Jonathan opened one eye to see them applying what looked like nail polish onto his nails and opened his mouth to protest.

Until he noticed the male taurians working on him, who all sported various colours across their claws. He gave a mental shrug and laid back. There were no humans on the station, he doubted any alien that knew what was 'normal' for a human and what wasn't. Plus, it felt nice to be pampered...

The rest of the day was a series of events, each focused on another part of their bodies. Claws, ears, arms, and legs.

When they finally stepped out of the building, both of them practically glowed.

Climbing onto the 'bike' again, Garsh ensured that Jonathan was wearing his helmet, before wrapping a protective paw around his front and pulled him backwards so his back was against her front. Only now, instead of compressing the fur of her front, he instead partially disappeared into the luscious thick pelt. His world was outlined with the long white fibres of her fur and his own body heat was reflected back at his back immediately.

"So, when is it my turn to drive this thing?" He asked playfully.

A rumbling chuckle gave him a taste of what an earthquake felt like.

"On this deathtrap? Not a chance. Now hold on, we're setting off."

[sulphuric-onyx]

Just saw @slyvester101's water park au post, and a, that's fucking brilliant, I love it, and b, seeing the love of the silly au ideas for the skittle soldiers reminded me of a zoo keeper au idea I had a little while ago, so here's that.

The idea mainly focused on Wash and Tucker, because what else do I write about, so I'll talk about them and what they're jobs are as keepers first. (also not all of the reds and blues are here, so feel free to come up with where you think they'd be)

-Tucker is their resident "Shit nobody wants to go anywhere near guy", primarily working with the big cats, and the few snakes they have there. He lives for working up the crowds during any feeding times or exhibitions, and has gained a bit of a reputation for it, turning into a slight attraction for the park.

-Wash sticks to the calmer side of the park, or at least as calm as it can get where they all work, usually found in Avery whistling back to the birds, or in their marine enclosures. However, he's one of the most researched at the park, and gets called in as a pseudo announcer for a lot of the parks shows, mainly Tucker's, which is where the real attraction for the crowd lies.

Wash makes little comments and jokes at Tucker during his shows, i.e "this strategy your seeing here is similar to Tucker's own mating efforts, which is to say ineffective," and other things along those lines, and Tucker usually flirts at him in response over their mics to get a rise out of him, which is really what the park goers come to see.

-Kai works at all of the interactive enclosures, mainly the small petting zoo area, and the tortoise exhibit where park goers can feed them and pat their shelves if the tortoises decide to come closer enough. Usually Tucker's not far behind her either, visiting her to gossip and bitch between shows.

-Carolina works in the antarctic section, polar bears, emperor penguins, a few specific kinds of seals, etc, her and Wash end up working together on a few enclosures so they spend a lot of time together, and as much as they claim not to, they gossip just as much as everyone else.

-Grif works at the sloth and lizard enclosures, and he will be damned if he has to be anywhere else, which has nothing to do with the fact that it's right next to where Simmons works at the monkey and orangutan enclosures, and Simmons loves talking to people about how intelligent they are to anyone who will listen, which is usually Grif.

-the squad leaders are frequent park goers, who are kind of hoping for a job there at some point, which all of the current crew claim to hate the idea of, but they've been subtly mentoring all of them with the skills and things they'll need to know to get hired.

-Kimball is the one managing this whole god forsaken place, don't ask about her, she's got enough going on as it is.

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Shopping with the Heart Pirates

I am not sure if these are in character or not, I just messed around with a few ideas I felt would fit with each character from the limited screen time we saw and of course a few fan theories enjoy. I also used second person when talking about Bepo before switching to S/O for all the others. I couldn't find the right wording for Bepo.

🐻‍❄️Bepo🐻‍❄️

🐻‍❄️Bepo is the best person  bear to shop with.

🐻‍❄️He loves giving positive feedback when shopping, and helping with outfits he finds best.

🐻‍❄️Though his choice of clothing is a bit odd, picking mostly animal prints or shirts that have a bear face on them.

🐻‍❄️He can also carry a lot of shopping or grocery bags easily without complaining.

🐻‍❄️His favorite part of any shopping trip is when he gets treated, he loves ice cream and sweet treats. Sitting and enjoying the ending of the day talking about all things that you had purchased.

🐻‍❄️He just was so happy when you chose/asked him to go shopping with him.

🐻‍❄️You are in charge of the shopping most of the time even when Law gave you

🐻‍❄️He would apologize if he picked the wrong outfit you didn’t like. Or picking the wrong fruit or vegetables. But he does have a keen eye when it comes to shopping for fish or meat knowing by just smelling if it is good or bad.

🐻‍❄️Of course, he would love to shop for his Captain to find little trinkets that his captain would like. Law does have a drawer full of little trinkets Bepo bought him. Law does secretly love and keep them.

🐧Penguin🐧

🐧Shopping with Penguin is more serious but fun

🐧He cares more about grocery shopping than clothes, but he will still have fun regardless.

🐧He finds amusement in shopping for penguin merchandise just to get his S/O. The more Penguin stuff his S/O has the more excited he gets. (Almost like he is claiming S/O)

🐧Shopping with him is a bit more organized than with Bepo or Shachi. He is more in the lead as he and his S/O stop at grocery stands picking up ripe fruits and vegetables. Or fresh meat, fish, or pork.

🐧He does have a grocery list of meal plans he has for the month/weeks.

🐧Clothes shopping is a bit more of a mess, he wears nothing but coveralls normally, but he will give his S/O fashion advice. It would be better than Bepo but with Penguin prints instead.

🐧If done grocery shopping he will wonder with his S/O and if they like trinkets or something he would buy for them.

🐧He loves trying new fruits/vegetables/meat that comes from the island before buying it. He wants to make sure the quality is worthy of his captain who is a bit of a picky eater.

🐋Shachi 🐋

🐋Shopping with Sachi is more relaxed.

🐋He isn’t very well versed in shopping for groceries like Penguin.

🐋But unlike Penguin he does put more thought into fashion for days when does go off the Polar Tang without coveralls.

🐋He loves trying on hats, any hats that would work with his hairstyle and not ruin it. Him and his S/O spending hours wearing so many different hats.

🐋He will have more funny buying goofier items for the Polar Tang…~~maybe a dirty magazine or two that he would share with Penguin~~

🐋He is useless in grocery shopping but willing to try new things all the time. A new bag of chips with a new flavor he had never heard of, he would buy and share with his S/O and discuss what they just ate.

🐋He likes wandering around the shops finding anything of interest.

🐅Law🐅

🐅Law hates shopping, getting him off the Polar Tang is a hassle.

🐅He will spend most of his time wandering the street stopping at book stalls, and flipping through the pages before buying the books he finds interesting.

🐅Shachi and Bepo do most of the cloth shopping for him as they have a better sense of style than Law.

🐅And Penguin would be better at shopping for food as Law only shops for the basic.

🐅He does like shopping with his crew, Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo keep him entertained and get him away from work.

🐅He is more willing to try new food with his crew or if his S/O asked.

🐅He does stop to stare at cute plushies for a second or two longer.

🐅If his S/O was staring at something he would buy it when they weren’t looking and gift them later during a private moment.

[saltywithsarcasm]

I saw your one piece oneshots fanfic on ao3. Can you do a one shot of Penguin/Shachi realizing they love each other? Or anything with those 2 being in love those 2 forks need all the love they can get.

They’re just being silly little goofs who care about their captain

Click here to be linked to the AO3 chapter 💗

Shachi suddenly awakens to the sensation of a familiar, fuzzy paw gently shaking him and slowly opens one eye to find Bepo standing beside his hammock, wearing his usual concerned expression. Still groggy, Shachi mutters, reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes and asks Bepo what he needs, watching the polar bear nervously shuffling on his feet.

“The Captain isn’t going to sleep again.” Bepo speaks softly, sounding concern because he’s anxious about Law's restlessness and the impact it's having on him. “Can you help me get him to bed?”

Not only is Bepo concerned about their captain’s sleepless nights but also because Law's restlessness affects him too. The polar bear is used to having their captain sleep beside him after all these years, making it difficult for Bepo to sleep when Law is working throughout the night. Shachi lets out a groan, muffling it with his hand then decides to rouse Penguin by kicking at the hammock above him. Penguin grumbles about already being awake then leans over the edge to peer down at his partner.

“Just slip him something and carry his stubborn ass to bed.” Penguin smoothly slips out his hammock and lands right on top of Shachi, knocking the wind out of the other man. Shachi pulls his head up by his hair, scolding him but Penguin remains unfazed by the lecture, ready to just rest his head on his chest and drift back to sleep. “I’m tired-“

“Get up already.” Shachi gives Penguin a firm smack on the back, causing him to tumble out of the hammock so he can sit up to rub his tired eyes. “We can’t have our captain self-sabotaging himself, it’s our job to keep him in check.”

Penguin wonders over to rummage through their dresser, finding a bottle of liquid sleep aid and tosses it over to Bepo, telling him to brew some tea with a few drops of it.

“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable giving him this without his knowledge-“

“It's all for his own good, besides, he's usually grumpy the next morning.” Penguin replies, dismissing his concern with a wave of his hand then stifles a yawn. “If you're not up for it, just prepare the tea and I'll handle the rest.”

“Got any chamomile tea stashed somewhere?” Shachi questions, piquing Bepo's interest in the alternative, a far more appealing option compared to Penguin's suggestion of using sleep aid.

“I do have some but...” Bepo fidgets with his paws, shuffling uneasily with a frown. “He's not fond of the taste.”

“Why not crash here with us tonight?” Shachi suggests, though both men are aware that Bepo dozes off faster with their captain's scent than with anyone else on the crew but still offers, which Bepo declines because he still wants Law to get some sleep. “Fine, let’s make the tea and go with Penguin’s idea.”

“But-“ Bepo tries to reason, fully aware that Law would be furious if he found out his own crew was attempting to drug him but before he can continue, he is interrupted.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures!” Shachi calls over him and before Bepo could try to change their minds, both Shachi and Penguin were already out the door to go brew the tea; He quickly follows after them.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea.” Bepo tries as the two men carry mugs of tea, each holding two in their hands; Law’s mug rests in Shachi’s left hand to avoid mixing them up. “Our captain trusts us, we shouldn’t take advantage of that trust-“

“Relax, Bepo; It’s not like we’re poisoning him.” Penguin explains, glancing back at the anxious polar bear and gives him a sincere smile to help calm his nerves. “It’s just a little something to make him sleep better, that’s all.”

Bepo attempts to reply but both men shush him as they knock on Law’s door, hearing movement from the other side. A few moments later a weary Law opens the door, resting against the frame as he raises a hand to rub his eyes, only to find two grinning men staring back at him. He appears utterly exhausted and as they look past him, they catch sight of the research he's been immersing himself in over the past few days.

“Hey Captain, Bepo says you’re having trouble sleeping.” Penguin says, shrugging his shoulders then nudges Shachi to say something. “We figured you could use a break and have some tea with us.”

“We made your favorite.” Shachi chimes in, extending his mug towards Law, who shifts his gaze between their faces and then up at the clock.

“Shouldn’t you all be asleep by now?” Law asks, accepting the mug and leaning away from the door frame to raise the drink towards his lips but just before he can take a sip, his attention catches Bepo, who’s standing there awkwardly behind them. “You can’t sleep because I haven’t yet, right?”

“Yes…” Bepo nods nervously, feeling like Law's intense gaze is putting him under investigation, causing him to squirm uncomfortably under his captain's stare.

“Just give me a few more minutes and we can go to bed.” Law tells him as Bepo's eyes flick back and forth between his face and the mug in his hands, causing the man to raise a questioning brow; Despite this, Law raises the mug back up towards his lips.

“Please don't drink it, captain!” Bepo exclaims, shoving both Shachi and Penguin aside in his attempt to snatch the cup from Law's hands. The man allows him to take it without much resistance and watches as Bepo downs the entire thing before any of them can stop him.

“Bepo!” Shachi tries to stop him but the cup is already empty by the time he manages to snatch it from his paws.

“That was meant for the captain!” Penguin snaps sternly, frowning at the polar bear who’s nearly in tears, claiming that he couldn't bring himself to go through with it and apologizing profusely for even considering the idea. As the trio bicker amongst themselves, Law simply leans against the door frame once more, arms crossed, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“Neither of you thought I would recognize the smell of melatonin?” Law asks, getting the three of them to stop fighting to look at him and steps aside, motioning for the three to come into his room; They all did without question. “Whose idea was it to put it in my tea?”

Law glances back and forth between Shachi and Penguin, fully aware that Bepo wouldn't have came up with something like that.

“I suggested chamomile tea!” Shachi quickly replies, waving his hands in front of himself in defense then points at Penguin. “He’s the one who brought up a sleep aid-“

“Yeah but you went along with it!” Penguin argues. In response, Shachi explains that he did it because he cared about our captain's health, the two men about ready to scuffle when Law steps in and tells them to knock it off.

“I appreciate the concern…” Law tells them, noticing Bepo is already sluggishly climbing onto his bed, about ready to pass out then redirects his focus back to the two of them. “But I don’t appreciate how you both handled it. Head back to bed and we'll pick this conversation in the morning.”

“Got it, Captain.” Shachi and Penguin say in unison, bowing as they quickly apologize and scurry out of the room to give him some space.

Once they were at a safe distance from their captain's quarters, Penguin lightly shoves Shachi to express his frustration for being thrown under the bus like that.

“We can't pull a fast one like that on him, man.” Shachi responds, casually shrugging and slipping his hand into his pockets as they walk back to their quarters, noticing Penguin's annoyed expression with his arms crossed. “Come on, don’t be like that, Pengy.” Shachi tries to turn the mood around and bring a smile to his face. Penguin shoots him a look, still holding onto his stubbornness but the frustration begins to fade and he finally shrugs in response. “…Why don't you crash in my hammock tonight?”

“Fine.” Penguin gives in with a hint of reluctance, slinging an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer as they make their way back to their sleeping quarters.

[anthurak]

So recently reading an interesting/disturbing post/article on the Franklin Expedition and rewatching the Helluva Boss shorts have combined to produce this random little brain fart of an idea:

Who do you think wins a fight between the racist, xenophobic murder penguins from Mission: Antarctica, and the fucked-up monster polar bear from that one book/show about ‘What if the Franklin expedition had a fucked-up monster polar bear?’

Personally my money’s on the penguins. If for nothing else than by sheer weight of numbers.

Heck, while we’re at it let’s expand these matchups:

How well do the bunch of unhinged, murderous xenophobes fair against the unhinged, murderous xenophobes who happen to be penguins?

I.M.P. vs Fucked-Up Monster Polar Bear?

And finally; three imps vs. two ships worth of British dudes high off their asses on lead-poisoning.

Well for round one I’d say the Franklineers don’t even last long enough to start their Donner party. Like I imagine the penguins take one look at those Englishmen and are immediately infuriated that anyone else would DARE try to be more racist and xenophobic than them and massacre the lot on sight. Heck, maybe the penguins then try and get the ships free of the ice so they can sail out onto the open sea and make war on the English.

As for I.M.P. vs F.U.M.P.B., while it’s not an easy fight by any estimation I do think our imps come out on top. Maybe they need to call in Loona for some extra muscle/rip-and-tear. Like yeah, that bear is tough, but it also has to contend with armor-piercing sniper rounds from Moxxie, shotgun blasts from Blitzo, AND a Millie likely in full feral-murder-gremlin mode going all stab-happy on it with a knife.

Alternatively, maybe Loona in full-on berserker-mode 1v1’s the thing? This one is entirely due to my bias of wanting to see Loona do cool shit :D

Finally we have our imp trio vs. the two ships of loony, cannibal-happy british dudes, AKA; I.M.P. getting a bulk order with the promise a very nice payday.

The funny thing about this matchup is that I feel like each side has an entirely different perspective as to what’s going on.

For the Frankliners, this is (more of) a horror story as they are gradually being picked off one by one in brutal fashion by a mysterious, unseen killer who appears suddenly to brutally slaughter one or two of them, then just as quickly vanishes without a trace.

Meanwhile, while Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie might LIKE to go all inverse-doomslayer on the hapless would-be colonizers, there is the little problem of it being REALLY FUCKING COLD. So they instead decide to take it easy on this one, using their Asmodean crystal to just pop in and take out one or three guys before popping back to the comfort of Hell for a few hours/days, rinse and repeat.

And the best part is that when our heroes pop in to take out a couple guy only to find that they’ve already been whacked by a third guy who also seem to be trying to eat them for some weird reason, our imps realize these humans will just kill themselves for them! Now they just need to pop in every other day or so, whack one or two dudes, and the rest will do their job for them.

Admittedly, after a few days the remaining humans are looking pretty gross and possibly a bit undead, so Blitzo, Moxxie and even Millie start taking out their targets from a distance. Thankfully at this point they don’t really even need to be killing them directly. Like one of them just saw Moxxie perched on the mast, screamed about demons and angels, then immediately stabbed one of his mates to death and started eating him.

So by the last few days, Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie are just popping in to go ‘OOGA-BOOGA’ a few times and letting the job take care of itself.

[xjumbled-up-brainx]

Saw you needed octonauts world headcanons so here’s some I’ve got

1. I think there are probably parallel cities and countries to our world since I’m pretty sure Tweak’s dad lives in Florida? So they have at least a US? Anyway the locations of their major cities and counties are all the same. Most animals live in places close to or in their natural habitat, but cities like London or New York probably have animals from all over the place mingling (but to a certain level of logic like you’re less likely to see a polar bear or reindeer living in South America or something). Cities probably also have slightly different designs to accommodate for the variety of species living in them

2. The world population is split between anthro and non-anthro animals, because the octonauts are clearly anthro but the animals they rescue aren’t. There used to be a lot of conflict between the two groups but now most places don’t care and are designed to accommodate both kinds of animals (Like Tweak and Sandy are friends)

3. Whether or not predation of other animals (especially the non-anthro) is okay is a heated debate in their society

4. It is possible for some non-anthro animals (most likely mammals) to learn to walk and use their paws (hands?) like anthro’s, but it’s very difficult (and vice versa if an anthro wants to learn to be more like a non-anthro)

5. There is a United Nations equivalent who are tasked with keeping peace between species. They have a representative for each major species of each biome, with groups such as rainforest or polar regions working as groups or having one collective vote on large scale issues (they are also the ones who fund the octonauts)

6. Like all things, the octonauts probably have a few haters and enemies (because even in this world there are bad people) and they sometimes have to watch their backs when at ports to resupply (I can see them getting into conflict with people who overfish like in that one fic or people who pollute the ocean or oil rig people)

7. Their world is just as, if not more technologically advanced in some areas than ours (I mean, they manage to hide whole helmets in small collars!)

8. Their world likely isn’t post apocalyptic. Instead, humans never existed and many animals evolved in almost identical ways to fill that niche

9. Most of, if not all, the world share a collective language (Called the universal wild language or something) that makes cross-species communication easier. Each genus likely shares a language (with species having slightly different versions (for example: wolves and dogs will slightly different pronunciations or slang, but sound very similar when compared to a fox)), but all animals are taught the universal language.

10. Most animals have extended lifespans that are closer in length to humans

11. Some objects we use that usually have simple handles will have grips or whole shaped loops for paws to make holding them easier

12. Coat colour possibility and variations are far greater than in our world (I mean, Tweak’s GREEN)

OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Ur ideas are pretty similar to mine so far and I will take all input into my little files ^^

All y’all else👁️👁️ follow suit (if u would like but I appreciate everything!)

[torihakaraublog]

Obey Me! NB "The Aquascape of Revitalization" Pop Quiz

This event was fantastic! <3

plot was interesting, but not overly complicated

cards were super cute

felt like everyone had a role to play

outfits were designed well

Think it really helped that it was 4 lessons instead of 2. Pairing each brother with a sea creature with similar problems created good self reflection - if anything they could have gone into it more.

Nice that two characters had connection to the aquarium already; Levi who has been there for events, and Beel who works there part time (that's so responsible of him saving up money to buy himself food!). A few of the others stated visiting before as well; Mephi taking his brother for example.

They even slipped in a little 'protect the environment' message xD

Was super cute when the squid clung to the dolphin TwT they missed each other!

Mammon's solo scene where he sets up a peral bracelet making/fishing stand (plus makes us one) is very touching. He could have made the whole thing about making a buck, but he saw how important the aquarium was to everyone and put those thoughts aside and used his skills to make something that could help instead. :3

Other highlights

Beel boldly stating he wants to kiss us (apparently the octopus influence).

Mammon ripping his pants. ?? bit off ??

Hanging out with Solomon + the polar bears.

Simeon and Diavolo fighting over us. (tho I think distributing flyers from the air is counterproductive on the whole enviro thing...).

Satan being a cutie.

Beel sucking ink off our fingers.

LOTS of Lucifer kisses.

Levi making Ruri-chan macaroons for a collab felt a bit out of place?

Levi was going just feral this whole event (not a rare occurrence lol). I included one below cause...wow O.o

I wanna make those little octopus buns (?) that were on Beel's card. They looked so cute and tasty *drools* Also squid ink pasta sounds SO GOOD.

Barbatos Birthday 2024 🎂

Yasss our favorite butlers birthday!

Not all the characters were in this, if I remember think it was only; Levi, Satan, Asmo, Bel, and Diavolo? Lucifer and Beel also made brief 'appearances'. WHERE WAS SOLOMON.

Solomon its only polite to show up for your pactmate's birthday! Though maybe Barbatos didn't want him there lol

Was a very sweet birthday, the others are setting up a surprise party (which Barbatos easily deduces) while you take him out for the day. Get to see a beautiful glowing sunrise + lake while viewing flowers and having sandwiches you prepared.

Acid Tulips - Barbatos' birth flower!

Hell Hummingbirds - smallest bird in Devildom. Wings change colour based on the viewers emotions (multiple people can see different colours at the same time). Positive emotions (ex. joy or happiness) have similar colour shades. Can colours be seen on camera? (forget if this was answered).

At the party everyone gives Barbatos their favorite tea. LOVE THIS IDEA. The birthday cake is made with tea leaves Barbatos has been enjoying recently :3

Ended with enjoying a private moment in Barbatos room sipping tea hes made for the both of you <3

[mdizzle999872]

Nurse Isabelle

Wolf let out an annoyed growl as he sat in the hospital bed. His leg had been broken out in space thanks to a stray asteroid.

His leg was being held up by a wire in the air for medical reasons. Of course he had tried to escape a few times but that just made the staff add restraints to his bed. He was a busy guy! He had jobs to finish, Foxes to kill! He couldn't be expected to just lay in bed!

Except that he was expected to do just that. Nintendo hospital was well versed in keeping some heavy hitters on as staff. Big guys like Chunky Kong and that polar bear from Ice Climbers. The kind that could easily hold him down. He was stuck, like it or not!

So belted to the bed he continued to growl until Dr. Mario came in holding a clipboard.

"Hello, Wolf. Imma afraid I got some bad news. Your broken leg is a little more severe than we thought so it looks like you'll need around the clock monitoring."

"Well what's the good news?"

"That was the good news."

"THAT was the good news?!"

"Compared-a to the rest? Yes."

Wolf growled a little louder.

"You see-a, we recently been forced to accept Pikmin as patients and-a we are filling up awfully-a fast. So we can't-a really afford to have you stay-a here."

"What?! What about my leg?!"

"Not to worry. I'll be assigning you a live in-a nurse to look after you at home."

"I live in space." Wolf dryly spat.

This excuse didn't fly with Dr. Mario at all. He placed the clipboard down on a filing cabinet and looked at him with lowered eyelids.

"We both know Sakurai gave you a house-a. Not to worry, this-a nurse, she's a real hard worker. She started as an intern but she worked-a so hard!"

"Who is it? Peach? You don't think Bowser is going to mind her spending time with another villain do you?"

Dr. Mario stared at Wolf coldly for a moment. The mercenary was starting to make bedside manner a tough challenge.

"I would put away the wolfish grin. I believe you already met-a her." He opened the door and threw out his hands like a magician dramatically revealing his assistant. "It's-a her, Isabelle!"

Isabelle hopped out into the doorway wearing a little nurse's outfit.

"Hi Wolf! It's been a while, huh?"

Panic immediately took over the space villain.

"NOOOOOO!"

He struggled in bed but he his restraints were too tight.

He flailed in bed as he desperately tried to escape, but of course it was futile.

Eventually he settled for whimpering in the bed as he looked at Dr. Mario with pleading eyes.

"Please, no. Not Isabelle!"

"Now Wolf," Dr. Mario held up his finger as if he were about to lecture a child. "I only said she started as an intern. She's-a worked hard and is an official nurse now, she's-a got all her qualifications for this-a job."

"NO! You don't understand! She's INTO me! She was constantly hitting on me! I thought I got her to leave me alone when I told her off but she eventually came back to do it again but brought a pony friend to do it WITH her!"

"... What? Nevermind. I suppose-a if you REALLY want a different nurse, we could call-a in somebody else." Dr. Mario brought the clipboard over to Wolf. "This is how-a much it would cost."

Wolf's eyes bugged out of his sockets for a moment when he saw the price.

"THAT'S A LOT OF BELLS!" Once Wolf's shock was over he turned to Dr. Mario in confusion. "Why are you only accepting bells as currency?"

"It was MY idea!" chirped Isabelle.

"Oops! I'm-a so sorry, that's your bill." He turned the page. "Here's -a how much it would cost-a you to switch out."

Wolf saw the actual price and suddenly his head felt dizzy. He swayed back and forth before ultimately fainting on the bed.

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Wolf's House...

Wolf awoke several hours later in a daze. His vision was blurred but slowly everything was starting to come into focus. He was still in a bed but it didn't look like the one from the hospital. He also appeared to be on the first floor. Also strange since last time he checked he was on the thirtieth floor.

He was facing a window but he didn't recognize any of the shrubbery. The room itself was different from the one at the hospital as well. It has desk drawers on each side of the bed with lamps on them and there was a cabinet for clothes under the window he was facing.

Safe to say, he wasn't in the hospital anymore.

Then his last memories of the hospital came flooding back to him.

"Oh no..."

His fears were confirmed as Isabelle walked in with her little nurse's outfit on, carrying a tray of food as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh, hi Wolf! I see you finally woke up from your little nappy. We moved you here while you were out because Dr. Mario said that it was important to get your rest in while you could!"

"Isabelle, I swear! If you try to pull a Misery on me, I will know my own leg off!"

Isabelle tilted her head to the side in confusion. "A misery? I'm not sure what you're talking about. All I know is that I'm going to be your live in nurse!"

Isabelle propped the tray up and set it so he could eat it in bed.

"The road to recovery may be a long and tough one but don't you worry! Isabelle will do her best!"

She spooned some food and held it out to him. "Now it's time to eat some yummy nutritious hospital food! Say 'Aaaaaah'!"

Wolf turned his head away, he did NOT want to give her the satisfaction!

"Oh come on, Wolf! You have to eat up if you want to get better! Here comes the airplane..."

Wolf turned again, still refusing.

Isabelle gave him a flirtatious smile. "You know, if you don't eat any of this food... then as a responsible nurse I might just have to chew it up for you and 'forcefully' feed you. You know, since you're my patient and all..."

Isabelle had to jump back as Wolf, without warning, suddenly started to go completely rabid on his hospital food. It was like watching a frenzy, Wolf made sure there wasn't even a scrap of food left.

Wolf panted out of breath as the last of his food was gone. He was certain he didn't even taste it. It was worth it though, he couldn't give Isabelle any opportunity.

"Oh my! Such a vigorous appetite! You'll be better in no time! Oh but look..." Isabelle's flirty smile came back. "You've made a mess all over the bed! You naughty boy."

Wolf only let out an annoyed growl in response.

Isabelle left for a little bit but came back with a wheelchair.

"I'll clean up things here while you get a little exercise. Don't worry, these sheets will be cleaned up in a jiffy."

Wolf growled a little louder and tossed his tray to the other side of the room. He needed to scoot over to the side of bed and it took him longer than he liked.

Isabelle didn't seem to mind though, she just stood there patiently waiting for him. In fact, he believed her tail was wagging.

He landed in the wheelchair and gave Isabelle an annoyed look.

"Don't think this means anything!"

Isabelle held her cheeks in embarrassment.

"Oh no, of course not! That would be horribly unprofessional of me! But rest assured..." she smiled again. "Isabelle will be doing her very best... For you, Wolf."

Wolf shuddered for a moment in his wheelchair.

Isabelle wheeled him out to a different room and Wolf learned that a lot of the house was barren. There wasn't really a lot to look at, even the floor was just wooden paneling. He did spot a stand with a book on it. This was the destination for him designed by Isabelle.

"While I'm busy, feel free to read this book I found for you."

Wolf picked it up and looked at the title. It read "Wolf Crossbreeds With Shih Tzus".

"Oh My Sakurai! Isabelle!"

"What? It's just a book I thought you would find genuinely interesting. Cleaning up your mess might take a while so feel free to read as much of that book as you like!"

Wolf didn't even bother to growl this time, there was no point! He just hung his head in defeat.

He had no way out of this situation.

Well that wasn't necessarily true... She had wheeled him out to what looked like the front door. It was open too.

Now, Wolf was not a nice wolf. An argument could be made that he was right up there with Bowser and Ganondorf... but he also wasn't a dumb wolf either. He knew that even if he did make a break for it he would just ultimately end up right back where he started.

He didn't know exactly where he was, he didn't know the planet, the city, he didn't even know the neighborhood. He also knew he would need to contact his team if he really wanted to leave but he didn't have a means to do that.

No. Like it or not, he was stuck.

He pounded the arm of his wheelchair in frustration.

He still refused to give into Isabelle's tactics though. He would NOT let Stockholm syndrome set in!

Isabelle's happy humming caught his attention though. She leaned back so he could see her.

"Oh and Wolf? We might need to talk later about 'bathing procedures'."

"NOOOOOO!"

Panic had overridden the rational part of his brain he had been using to keep himself inside. He used his arms to wheel himself out the front door like a bat out of Hell.

There was no logic. There was no reason. There was only fear and the survival instinct to escape.

It looked like a fairly normal neighborhood but Wolf didn't care. He whimpered louder than he would have liked, loud enough for anybody to hear. Again, he didn't care. He needed to escape!

He was about two blocks away when he noticed that he was starting to pick up speed... without him pushing...

More speed was added without his help and it dawned on him.

He was on a hill.

He tried to slow down but his breaks grinded against the wheels and snapped off. And the hill was only getting steeper.

His saving grace turned out to be a simple pothole in the road but that didn't mean he was okay. At the speed he had hit it, he was sent flying through the air right into the thornbush on somebody's lawn.

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Isabelle plucked another thorn out of her favorite lupine.

"Wolf! I was talking about you putting a garbage bag over your leg! You really didn't need to freak out like that. Oh now look at you. My poor Wolfy!"

She plucked three more thorns with her tiny tweasers.

"Everything is going to be alright though. Your nurse is here and rest assured, Isabelle will do her best!"

She was climbing all over his body plucking out out thorns, he was only allowing this because there were some thorns he simply could not get out himself.

"I can't believe you tried to make a break for it like that. What were you thinking?!"

"I WAS ONLY DOING THAT BECAUSE..."

To Wolf's surprise, Isabelle actually smacked him one on the snout.

"Stop moving! I don't need you making my work any harder than it actually is!"

No less than fifteen more thorns were pulled.

"There. I'm done!"

"Good!"

"Now stay here while I go get some bandaids and disinfectant!"

Wolf didn't want to admit it but Isabelle was essentially doing the job of taking care of him, so there was at least some level of professionalism.

She walked in to the next room, trusting Wolf not to make another run for it.

"Oh by the way, Wolf. We don't have cable or streaming or any of that stuff so I got a bunch of movies for you! Nothing kills time better than some good entertainment. Hm. No disinfectant. I guess iodine will do..."

"IODINE?!"

Isabelle walked back in to the room carrying the bandaids and iodine but her demeanor had changed back to her friendly nature.

"I got all types of movies we can watch! Balto, Old Yeller, Isle of Dogs, Beethoven, Bolt, Homeward Bound, or..."

She raised her eyebrows suggestively at him. "If you're feeling a little lonely, we could watch..." She smiled at him. "Marley and Me."

Of course Isabelle also had this way of INDIRECTLY flirting with him. He had to do something! It was only going to get worse from here!

Isabelle hid her face behind her hands. "Oh my! What am I even saying?! Such behavior is so inappropriate for a nurse and her patient! Of course I am only talking about watching movies but still... I guess we could watch something a little more calming like Landy and the Tramp... Wait! No! That's in the completely wrong direction! Think Isabelle! Oh! We could watch the Scooby Doo movie..."

As Isabelle rambled on, Wolf stared down at his cast.

'This leg...' thought Wolf. 'This LEG IS THE PROBLEM! If it weren't for this broken leg, I wouldn't even BE in this mess! Well she doesn't need to worry about healing my broken leg, IF THERE'S NO LEG TO HEAL!'

Wolf let out a feral growl before biting down on the part of his leg that wasn't in a cast.

"OH MY GOODNESS! WOLF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

He felt her little paws on him, trying to get him to stop but he didn't care. Wolf ignored Isabelle and continued to gnaw on his leg.

Just when he was starting to feel like he was starting to begin to make some headway he felt a small pinch on the back of his neck. His head began to swim and his vision started to get blurry. He couldn't feel his jaw anymore and then... He passed out.

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Wolf awoke several hours later in a daze.

"Ooooh... My head!"

"Wolf! Thank Sakurai you're awake! You really had me worried there. What a fright!"

"What... Isabelle?"

Something was wrong. Wolf was leaning back on a recliner but how did he get there? Isabelle obviously drugged him with something but she was still a very small dog. She would need help to move his body around, especially if he was unconscious.

It was then that he noticed that he was wearing something around his neck. Why it almost felt like a...

"No. You wouldn't..." He brought up his hands and felt the device around his neck. "You didn't!" There was no denying it. "You CONED ME?!"

Yes. Wolf was wearing a cone. The exact kind you would see a house dog wearing after surgery.

"Of course not! Don't be silly. Dr. Mario coned you!"

"What?!"

"I'm sorry, Wolf. But you really made it necessary! It was lucky I had that sedative on me or you would have chewed right through your own leg! I knew I was going to need help to get you under control so I called Dr. Mario over."

"No!" Wolf brought his hands up to the cone. "I want it off!"

"Oh no no no! We can't have that!"

Isabelle ran over and Wolf started to realize just how powerful that sedative really was. Because Isabelle grabbed his hands and actually forced them down.

To his surprise, armbands were added to his chair and Isabelle had no problem strapping his wrists into them.

So now his head was in a cone, his hands were tied down at the wrists, and his leg was broken. Outside of his one good leg, he was basically immobile.

One might even call him at Isabelle's mercy.

"Dr. Mario brought over this new wheelchair to replace the one with the broken breaks, it was lucky it had these restraints too. He said I might need them! Well anyways, that was the good news."

"The 'good' news? As in, there's bad news too?!"

"I'm afraid so, Wolfy. Patching up your little bitey bite didn't come for free so Dr. Mario added that to your bill. Along with the house visit and the new chair."

Isabelle dropped some papers into his cone. He could see the new total amount he owed. Mario may have been the hero of the mushroom kingdom the payment for his medical services was nothing short of villainous.

Wolf reeled his head back and howled in sorrow.

"AWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

He felt Isabelle staring at him and saw she was staring at him with glassed over eyes. The same kind of eyes a pet dog would give when begging for scraps at the table.

"What?"

"I... you... You sound pretty."

Wolf slumped forward in defeat.

'Oh...' he thought. 'Oh what harm can it do? Fighting it only seems to make it worse so my best bet is to just roll with it until I'm better. What's the worst that can happen?'

[Insert Musical Que For Montage Here]

Imagine me and you, I do

Wolf stoically ate some soup being spoon-fed to him by Isabelle.

I think about you day and night, it's only right

Wolf sat in bed as Isabelle started to read to him from a large book.

To think about the girl you love and hold her tight

Fully strapped into his wheelchair, Isabelle lead Wolf through the park where he could hear onlookers snicker at him.

So happy together

Isabelle leaned a little closer to Wolf and started to happily wag her tail.

If I should call you up, invest a dime

It was finally movie night. Isabelle put one of her many DVDS into the player and sat with Wolf on the couch.

And you say you belong to me, and ease my mind

As the movie played, Isabelle scooted a little closer to Wolf and Wolf scooted a little bit farther away from Isabelle. This continued until Wolf was at the end of the couch.

Imagine how the world could be, so very fine Isabelle stretch out her arms like she was tired and then feigned falling asleep with her head on his lap.

So happy together

Isabelle wheeled Wolf up to the top of a hill where he could see the whole town.

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you

Isabelle started throwing flowers over his head and he was completely powerless to stop it.

For all my life

Isabelle was throwing so many flowers that Wolf's cone filled to the brim with them.

When you're with me, baby, the skies'll be blue

At the kitchen table, Wolf had downed three bowls of hospital brand pudding and was asking for more. Isabelle wagged her tail excitedly and ran off.

For all my life

She came back a moment later holding what looked like an ice cream gallon container labeled 'Hospital Brand Pudding: Industrial Sized'

Me and you, and you and me

Because Wolf was downing the food so fast, Isabelle had elected to feed him from the entire thing itself. So she climbed up onto the table and popped the top off of the container.

No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be

However, because of her angle, when she tried to get a spoonful of the food for him she ended up pouring all of the contents into his cone. His entire head was completely cemented in pudding, his cone serving as some kind of giant bowl. You couldn't even see his face anymore as a giant air bubble broke out of the pudding.

The only one for me is you, and you for me

Isabelle had successfully rescued Wolf but his entire head was covered in pudding so she wheeled him outside where she took the garden hose to him. The force of the garden hose, however, knocked him onto his back as soon as it hit his face.

So happy together

They were in the bathroom now and Isabelle was using a hair dryer to dry Wolf's face. After a bit she stopped and Wolf's face fur fluffed out on end.

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Eventually at the hospital...

"Okay Wolf, times up. You-a ready to get your cast off?"

"I'm ready to leave Isabelle, that's for sure."

"Now that's-a too bad. She keeps-a talking about how-a nice you smell."

Dr. Mario started to cut the cast and Wolf rolled his eyes.

"I guess she likes the smell of pudding because I still reek of it!"

With the cast off, Wolf took a few experimental steps to find that he was fine.

"Now then, about-a your bill..."

"Oh don't worry, Doc. You'll get your money, but first I need to do something much more important!"

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Wolf's House...

Wolf stared at the house from his space ship. So much time spent there, so many embarrassing moments he was forced to experience there, so many indirect advances he'd received from Isabelle, and. So. Much. Anger he had to repress.

Well no more!

He was going to let everything out! He'd make sure everything he suffered through would stay buried in the past.

He fired.

He shot as many laser blasts as he possibly could at the house. His barrage sent wooden planks flying in broken pieces. Varnished furniture was set ablaze. The very structure of the house itself was turned into a burning crippled wreck.

Wolf looked at the smoking pile of ruin and let out a small laugh. His laughter grew until it was a full fledged evil cackle. It didn't matter what happened now, this place could never hurt him again.

His thoughts did drift to Isabelle for a second. He hadn't seen her all day. She wasn't at the hospital and she certainly wasn't in the house.

He brushed the thought away. She wasn't here to bother him and that was all that mattered.

What did matter was paying his bills. He could probably raid an ancient civilization somewhere on some planet that had lots of bells. He wasn't sure where such a planet would exist but he knew where he could start looking.

And that was wherever Fox McCloud currently was.

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Some Far Off Galaxy...

Team StarFox was in formation towing a giant stone bell behind them.

"Alright, we just get this bell down to the planet below and the ancient evil should remained sealed. Let's wrap this up gang!"

Wolf chimed in on his channel. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that,Fox!"

"Wolf!" Fox sounded almost happy to see him. "You've made a full recovery!"

"Yes!" Wolf nearly snarled in response. "And you won't believe the pain I have planned for you! Why you'll need a hospital trip yourself once I'm done with you! IF you even survive that is!"

Fox grinned calmly to the threat. "Well, I'm afraid I can't let you not let me do this."

"Huh?"

"Think about it for a sec."

"... Oh!"

"I thought you'd try something like this once you healed up so I took some precautions. Tell me, did you notice anything different with your ship before takeoff?"

"It was seventeen pounds heavier but so what? You snuck something on board before takeoff? I'm not going to believe a goody two shoes like you would plant a bomb or something like that!"

"Well it's less of a 'what' and more of a 'who'..."

Wolf's pupils shrunk in fear.

"... You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't what? Help a lovely young lady get closer to her crush? Well, why don't you just look behind you and decide for yourself?"

Wolf had never turned around behind himself so fast in his entire life.

Walking out from the cargo hold, rubbing sleep from her eyes was Isabelle.

"I really need to lay off the odango so much, that was the roughest nap I've ever had! Not sure why Mr. McCloud said this would be a good place to sleep..."

They spotted each other almost immediately.

Wolf's jaw hung open in horror as realization slowly settled in on Isabelle.

"Wolf?!"

"... No..."

"This was YOUR ship?!"

"...No!"

"So THAT'S what Mr. McCloud meant when he said I would wake up to a big surprise!"

"No!"

"Wait! Does this mean that you've changed your mind about having a secretary?!"

"NOOOOOO!"

From Fox's point of view, Wolf's entire ship freaked out. It was spinning in every direction and jostling awkwardly while Wolf's panicked screaming could be heard over the channel.

It didn't calm down at all from this point as the ship started to spiral out of control to the point where it was starting to enter the atmosphere of the planet below.

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Eventually... On the planet below...

Wolf growled loudly and angrily in the wreckage of his own ship. He had already let out a distress beacon but that wasn't his problem.

"And there!" Isabelle beamed. "The cast for both of your legs is set!"

Yes. In the crash, Wolf had not only wrecked his ship beyond flight but also broken both of his legs. Isabelle had offered to make him some temporary casts until they were rescued and he couldn't refuse.

So now he was trapped here, on a desolate planet, unable to escape by himself, with TWO broken legs... with Isabelle.

"That was quite the crash you gave us! Not sure why you did that... I'm also not sure why you shot up your own house either. That was a gift from Sakurai; what's he gonna think about that? You bad boy."

Isabelle started to wag her tail.

"I have to admit, I was a little... mopey given my current situation. The hospital let me go because I didn't fill out the proper paperwork and I was a sad puppy because I wasn't going to see you everyday anymore... Then Mr. McCloud told me that if I just tried to sleep my blues away in this place that reminded him of you, I would wake up to a big surprise that would make me feel better! I guess he was right!"

If it was possible, Wolf hated Fox even more now.

"So now that I'm not a nurse anymore I guess it wouldn't be inappropriate for us to date. I mean, it's not like you got anything better to do at the moment. We're you trying to steal that big bell to pay your bills? That isn't the kind of bell we take for payment, you know? Besides, with blowing up your house I think your bill is even bigger now."

Wolf's growling started to turn into a sad whimper.

"Wolfy... So complex! Bark! Bark! Bark!"

The End.

[0cto0tter]

Imagine Tracker and Paani on a Mission, what would their friendship be like?

yes yes Yes YEs YES YES YESSSS!!!

Both are super smart and incredibly skilled at what they do, and they have a good amount of field experience. They would probably work well together ^^

Tracker is a pretty grounded while Paani is more out there (and kinda chaotic), so it would be like this almost:

OR, ALTERNATIVELY, if Paani managed to influence Tracker:

Yes, Tracker is pretty reserved and shy, but if they are anything like me, once they meet that person they are out. One of the most chaotically polite people you'll meet. Then you have the enabler who also knows how to reel both of them back? Best Duo Ever.

Paani is super friendly too, so I feel like the connection would form pretty fast ^^

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I can totally see a mission going like this:

Tracker: Ok, so it says here that in order to-

Paani: *is already running off*

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Paani: Come on! It's amazing out here!

Tracker, a Polar Bear in the middle of the desert: it's WHAT?

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Tracker: Feel that crisp air!

Paani, a Macaque Monkey who is in the Antarctic: I can't even feel my face...

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They zone our so often it's scary, you'll just seem them staring down a wall like it owes them money like:

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• - •

Also Paani is way shorter, I will stand by this headcanon. 5'2 Paani vs 6'3 Tracker

Paani would just jump tackle Tracker for fun. Out of now where, Tracker can just be standing there and then BOOM, Paani.

Tracker walks super quietly, which leads to them scaring Paani almost every mission they are on.

They would casually fight over directions while somehow going the right way regardless, one is yelling "We go South!", the other is yelling "No, East!", while walking North and they still make it somehow.

ACCIDENT PRONE!!! BOTH OF THEM!! What's that? There's a hole there? They would walk into that hole, one after the other, even if they saw the other fall first.

Tracker has no depth perception, Paani took it all.

Tracker just has a lot of bad luck, such as random things falling on or around them. The bad luck rubs off of Paani whenever they work together, which may or may not have led to Paani getting hit with their rod a few times-

They both have such dumb but smart ideas. The ideas are amazing and can seriously help people and creatures, but the way the phrase it is so out there-

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Autism (Tracker) and ADHD (Paani) Solidarity

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Just those people who you'd look at and think "they'd never get along", but they get along so well it's scary. And they're both enablers to each others antics, mainly Paani, but Tracker does it more often than you'd think.

Some bros being dudes :)

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Some images I have that fit their friendship vibe:

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Sorry for this being so messy and all over the place, my brain hasn't been working well for a little bit and I'm sure the writing here reflects that ^^;

[krabjoons]

omg professor... what are you doing?!?!?! [pjm]

⮕ summary: park jimin is the hottest, most popular guy at school. the only catch? he also just so happens to be your teacher.

⮕ pairing: park jimin x reader, mentions of jaebum x reader

⮕ genre: smut, university!au, pwp

⮕ word count: 12.8k

⮕ rating: 18+, nsfw

⮕ warnings: hard dom!jimin x bratty-ish sub!y/n, professor!jimin x university student! y/n (he’s 27-28 ish and she’s 21-22), fuckboy!jaebum, pussy eating, fingering, thigh riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk (carries the whole fic tbh), degradation, edging, dumbification, impact play (pussy + ass spanking), manhandling, humiliation, exhibitionism, creampie, teasing, praise, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, crying, kissing/making out, jimin’s a meanie but y/n likes it (aka i go ham on the degradation and edging you have been warned), aftercare (like 500 words of it :P)

⮕ a/n: this took too long to come out and has literally been sitting in my drafts since august but here it is! writing this was definitely a rollercoaster because this was my first smut and honestly i felt like it was really bad at times but other times i was like wtf this is so hot,, ANYWAYS, i’m glad that i’m posting it and getting over that fear of imperfection. i hope that you guys enjoy this piece :). i would also like to add that please don’t hook up with your teachers… if you do, that’s on you i take no responsibility for that whatsoever lol. excuse the title i literally have no idea what to change it to but i like it the way it is tbh LMFAOOO OK I’LL STOP RAMBLING NOW BYEEE ILY ALL

University has never been when you’ve expected. When you first graduated high school and came here, you expected your late teenage years to be filled with just as much studying as high school combined with only a few parties here and there. You didn’t expect to make as many friends as you did and certainly did not expect to be known as the girl with the high grades and even higher alcohol tolerance. No longer are you the shy Y/N L/N that walked through the entrance gates on the first day of school; you’ve changed a lot.

It was a surprise to you. With academics taking precedence much of your life, the freedom university provided you with was welcomed - perhaps a little too much. You quickly learned that polar bear shots were great to keep you in a good mood at parties and that eating mangoes before smoking gave you a better high. And, you also learned about sex.

Admittedly, the first time you had a hookup, it was awkward and messy (at least for you… it was a guy, what else were you expecting?) but with more practice, you were able to get the hang of it. You’ve found your tastes and now willingly talk about who catches your eye to your best friends, something you never thought you’d do last year. 

Speaking of who catches your eye, as of now it’s Park Jimin. A really hot guy, according to your friends, and according to you, an even better voice. When you first walked into your Applications of Economics class, you nearly spit out your Starbucks drink after you saw the astonishingly handsome man with silky black hair in a dress shirt and tie. Surprisingly formal for a university student, you thought, but you weren’t one to talk, considering your current outfit of business casual.

Only, he wasn’t a student. He was your teacher. You should’ve put the pieces together earlier but you didn’t. Let's just say a Coconut Lime Refresher is good for hangovers, and you needed one desperately (basically, you were drunk as hell the night before and were still in the process of recovering). It certainly didn’t take long before all of campus was talking about the new economics professor who was hotter than hell. Girls (and some guys) immediately tried transferring into his class, one of them being your best friend Lisa, just to get a glimpse of how attractive he was. You remember a couple of girls offering you literal cash to transfer out, but you didn’t.

A good call, thinking about it now. You’ve gotten closer with Mr. Park, although it’s nothing too special yet, the two of you are on good terms and have even hugged before (you still get giddy thinking about it). Y/N from 2 years ago would be screaming her head off at how bold you’ve gotten, but now, you can’t bring yourself to care. Park Jimin is a hot guy, and you’re pretty hot too (if you must admit), so it would only be logical if the two of you could hook up. Unsurprisingly, you’ve lost your shame, nothing but thoughts of your teacher filling your mind in your spare time. 

So here you are, another day of university, as monotonous as ever. The only highlight of your day will be the morning, where you have a class with Mr. Park. You've started changing your style a bit recently, opting for more, let’s just leave it at provocative outfits. Walking into the room, you take your usual seat in the front, closest to Mr. Park’s desk. 

The class progresses like it normally does, starting with a review of the work from the last class and a discussion about the new material. "I’m going to give you guys this last half hour of class to review the material individually if you want or you can leave early, I don’t mind. I know it's a Friday so there’s gonna be some parties around campus, if you want to prepare yourselves for that then go ahead." Your professor glances around the room, smirking at you when mentioning the parties. You flush and look away, biting your lower lip. 

You make the decision to stay in the classroom while the majority of the other students file out of the room. "I'll be available for any questions," Jimin calls out, returning to his desk across from you.

Sticking to your reputation, you get a head start on the assignment and easily work through the homework. Surprisingly, you forget about Jimin for the time being, focused on finishing your assignment so that you have as little work as possible to do after classes. You don’t notice your teacher looking at you, admiring the way you put so much effort into the things you’re passionate about. Hearing a student call his name, he gets up to help him. 

Surprisingly, Mr. Park has assigned a disturbingly low amount of homework, probably because of the upcoming weekend and maybe a pop quiz later next week (ugh). You’ve finished your work in a mere twenty minutes and are surprised to find that Jimin is not at his desk when you look up from your laptop. You turn around, looking for him, and see that he’s helping another student. Whipping out your phone, you text your best friend Lisa (who just so conveniently, also thirsts over Jimin the same way you do).

to lisa: hey i finished classwork for mr park and have like 10 minutes of free time now lol

Instantly, she responds as if she wasn’t in class. Then again, she has never been one to pay too much attention to her professors. 

from lisa: ayo talk to him 

from lisa: also save me from bio i literally cannot

Smiling slightly, you respond to her.

to lisa: i WOULD but he’s helping other students

from lisa: then be like "m- mister park, i- need help please" and use puppy eyes 

to lisa: LMFAOO PLEASE he’d be like whats wrong with you since when did you struggle in this class

to lisa: but i mean, anything to hear him talk i guess 

from lisa: god i'm so jealous you have him early so you can hear his morning voice it must be hot asf

to lisa: it is omg

from lisa: god what if he moans like that it'd be such a turn on

to lisa: dUDE STOP NO the way this is literally true like if he has a good sip of coffee or a pastry he likes hes gonna go all "mmmm I wish you could try this" pls its so fking hot

to lisa: like SIR I WANNA TRY YOU or you to try me no complaints

from lisa: wtf he finishes his breakfast before my class so i can't even hear it tf I hate it here

to lisa: u have him right after my block bro at leAST you have him 

to lisa: what ab the people who don't even have him

from lisa: idk what i'd do honestly. imagine not having a literal sex god teaching you every day i pity those who dont

You’re about to type out a response when a smooth voice sounds out from behind you, "alright guys, you’re good to go. Have a good weekend!" You jump in your seat, not realizing that your teacher was helping the student right behind you for the past five minutes. 

As the rest of the class begins to pack up, you pray that he hasn’t seen you talking about your sexual fantasies less than five feet away from him. Mr. Park doesn’t say anything, so you must be in the clear, right? You’re hoping and praying that he didn’t find out, but your heart rate is already rising and you’re getting a sick feeling in your stomach. Your gut must be trying to tell you something.

Well, your gut’s telling you that the universe must not be on your side because as soon as you stand up, he says, "Ms. L/N, can you stay a bit after class? I have a few things I want to discuss with you." Cheeks flushing hot, you squeak out a "yes, sir."

When everyone has left and it’s just the two of you left in the room, Jimin pulls up a seat next to his desk. "Sit," he commands, leaning on his desk. You scramble to your feet and walk over, mind buzzing with thoughts. Oh god, what if he tells the administration department? Then you’d definitely be punished and maybe even kicked out of the school. Maybe you could make up a story? Oh, it’s ANOTHER Park Jimin, haha. Definitely NOT my teacher. Even if you did, they could go the rest of the texts between you and Lisa and you’d be screwed. And not to be petty or anything, but being kicked out would mean that you wouldn’t be able to be in Jimin’s class anymore and wouldn’t be able to see him. Oh, and the bigger problem would be that you’d also be unable to get your degree.

You start internally panicking, heart rate picking up even when your teacher rolls up his sleeves and leans down in front of you. Stop thinking about dirty things FOR ONCE, Y/N, half of you screams, while the other half of you has already started fantasizing about things which shouldn’t be thought about, especially with one of the people in the fantasies less than a couple of feet in front of you. With his hands on his thighs, the ones you’ve thought about riding far too often, he smirks.

"So, I heard you wanna try me?"

You gulp, absolutely mortified that Jimin caught you. Yes, he was attractive, and you would do practically anything to fuck him, but you didn’t expect to be humiliated into admitting it. "Um, no sir! I mean, maybe, but not in the way you think!" you ramble. Shut up, Y/N, part of you screams. You’re only digging yourself into a deeper hole.

"Yeah, sure. Because I definitely didn’t see what you were talking about with your friend. Be honest, Y/N," he says, smirking down at you. "You think about me, don't you? I'm not new to this. I see the way girls like you look at me. I know the way they talk about me when they think I can't hear. I know the way you think. Who would've thought? Little Miss L/N, all prim and proper on the outside, would be so filthy deep down?"

"Sir, I- uh. I-" you stutter out, cheeks burning furiously hot.

"You what? You're not going to try to prove your innocence now, are you? Not when you've gotten this far, hm? Getting to do what you’ve wanted after all this time?" he asks, standing up from his desk, and walking over to you, kneeling in front of you so that you were forced to hold eye contact. 

"You know, nobody else has been as daring as you, my dear," he hums softly. "Sending promiscuous texts about their teacher in the very class they're in. Rubbing their thighs together every time their teacher catches their eye." You shift in your seat, Jimin's words sparking the slightest of fires in your core. "Gazing ever so obviously at said teacher’s dick, too. Y/N, you amaze me. So, so brilliant. yet so, so naughty. You thought that nobody else would catch onto you? Unfortunately, you thought wrong."

"I'm s- sorry sir," you whisper out.

"You're just sorry that you got caught, Y/N. You'll keep doing this even after today," Jimin chuckles lowly. "Possibly even more after today," he adds on, taking note of how his words have affected you. Your pupils are dilated and your cheeks are starting to get flushed. "Such a dirty girl. I'm here trying to scold you, and here you are, getting turned on by my words. Is this why you ask so many questions, doll? To hear my voice?"

You bite your lip in a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness, nodding imperceptibly. The logical, studious side of you is thinking, oh my god, is this really happening? Am I going to fuck my teacher? I really shouldn’t be doing this. The relaxed, easygoing side of you (pretty much your horny side) is thinking, finally, it’s happening. I’m going to FINALLY be fucking Park Jimin.

"What else have you imagined about my voice, hm? How I'd whisper into your ear while pounding into you? Hear me moan as your tight cunt clenches around my dick? Tell you how good you're making me feel? Reminding you how much of a slut you are to fuck your teacher in the middle of his classroom, where anyone could walk in?" he continues, seeing you shift in your seat more. "Would you like that?" he asks.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I would," you whisper. You have to consciously clench your thighs together to keep them from spreading at his words.

"Hm, I don't believe you. Try again another time, darling," he sighs, leaning back on his knees, getting ready to stand up. You don't want this, whatever it is, to be over that quickly so you make up your mind. Swallowing your pride and succumbing to the dull throb in your panties, you pout.

"But professor, I really do want you. I want you to make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good. Please," you whine out. "I wanna be thinking about you all the time because you fucked me so well in class. And when my friends talk about wanting to get in your pants, I want to be the only one who already has. Please, Mr. Park. I need you." you breathe out. At this point, the pressure in your core is rising steadily, and only intensifies when you see the way your teacher's eyes are glazed over in lust and eyebrows are furrowed. Your eyes travel down the expanse of his face to his lips, plump and pink. Oh, the number of times you've wished to kiss them, imagined them suckling on your clit. And now that Jimin knows, perhaps it's finally coming true. 

"You'd like that, hm? God, you're so dirty," Jimin mutters, inching closer to you, cautiously placing a hand on your knee. Your legs instantly part to make room for him in between and he inches forward. "Does dirty talk really turn you on that much, Y/N? I can smell you through your panties," he remarks.

"Mr. Park, please do something," you whimper. And with that, Jimin pulls you over to his desk and sits you on the edge. You spread your legs and he stands in between them. He leans his head closer to you until he's next to your ear.

"Want me to get you off with my words? You seem to like that already and I haven't even tried, doll. Or perhaps," he pauses, bunching up your skirt so that it pools at your waist. "You want me to touch you?"

You nod eagerly, chest heaving in anticipation. "I want both Mr. Park. I want you," you purr salaciously. And with that, your teacher lets out a low growl and presses his lips onto yours harshly. It’s already bruising, but you just can’t get enough of the way he tastes of caramel and coffee and how ridiculously soft his lips are, so you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer. He seems a little put off by how eager you are, but once he hears you sigh in enjoyment, he melts into your eager grasp. 

His hands start sliding down your waist so that they are resting on your upper thighs, and he rubs comforting circles into them, trailing them closer and closer to your panties. He breaks off from the kiss to look down and smirks back at you before joining his lips to yours with even more fervor and you praise yourself for deciding to wear your lace thong today. You feel his tongue slide against your lips, asking for permission to enter and your mouth immediately complies. 

The feeling of his hot breath on your lips and thumbs rubbing against the juncture of your thighs has you feeling needy for more. Jimin swirls the tip of his tongue against yours, the filthy action turning you on even more. You moan into his mouth and thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a low groan.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the two of you break apart. Chest heaving up and down, you take note of your teacher's face. His lips are redder and plumper than ever before. His cheeks have the faintest blush on them. His eyes, the ones that crinkle into a happy smile whenever you answer a question correctly in class, are now clouded over with deep lust.

"Get onto all fours. On the desk," Jimin commands, and you immediately comply. Now your ass is facing Jimin and you're very nearly completely exposed to him, save the thong you're wearing.

"God, you're such a slut," Jimin moans out at the sight. "Do you get dressed up like this just so you can get fucked in class? Such a short fucking skirt that I can see whatever you're wearing underneath whenever you bend over, hm? You wanted me to give in to you, doll?" When you nod weakly, he chuckles, "I don't think so."

Arching your back so your ass sticks out even more, you whine, "professor, please fuck me. I'm so fucking horny, please." Jimin cups your pussy from outside your panties and leans over you, "I don't think so, kitten. I'm the one calling the shots here." Your pussy flutters in response and Jimin slaps it lightly, chuckling. The brief stimulation has your cunt clenching around nothing.

He spreads your knees slightly and begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs to the arch of your back. Feeling his breath so close to your core has you getting wetter by the minute in anticipation. He finally hovers over your back, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, muttering, "I'm going to wreck you, Y/N", and you feel yourself clench in excitement. 

"Then do it," you whisper, and Jimin hooks his fingers around the waistband of your thong and pulls it down, so slow that it's almost painful, exposing your heat to the cool air of the classroom and causing you to shiver in response. 

You don't see it, but his eyes widen seeing the strings of your slick connecting your pussy to your panties. He takes a look at your core and his mouth starts watering. You're soaking and clenching around nothing, thighs shaking ever so slightly in anticipation.

He flattens his tongue and licks a flat stripe up your pussy, from your clit to your entrance. He pauses to suck some of your juices from it, but your cunt just keeps leaking them out. He runs his tongues through your folds over and over again until you let out a wanton moan.

Encouraged by your reaction, he hooks his arms around the side of your hips, nuzzling closer into your pussy. He laps at your cunt and purposely avoids your clit, only heightening the pressure in your core.

"Mr. Park," you whine out, pushing your hips back. "Please. More," you pant out. Suddenly, Jimin spanks your right ass cheek, rubbing his hand over the fleshy globe soothingly afterward. You let out a little yelp and turn around to catch his eyes. 

"More what?" he spits out, smiling at you evilly. "My little slut's gotta tell me what she wants. How else would I give it to her?" your mind is foggy, pleasure causing you to lose track of everything other than the man behind you. "W- want you," you garble out, "t- to play with my clit too." 

"What's the magic word, doll?" Jimin teases, breath fanning over your slit, causing your walls to clench erratically. "Please, Mr. Park," you whine, pushing your cunt closer to his face. He smirks at you, avoiding your advances. 

"Good girl," he praises before finally positioning himself just barely in front of your clit. You feel him blow cool air onto your slit, but the temperature of it is magnified even more due to how wet you are. You whine out, expressing your displeasure, and Jimin finally indulges you by taking your throbbing button between his plush lips.

"F- fuck, sir, yes! Right there, please," you squeal, back arching even more. Jimin hums, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel yourself growing wetter, your entrance squeezing out more and more of your arousal down to where Jimin's lips are sucking. He momentarily pauses to flatten his tongue out, letting your juices drip onto them and slurping them up eagerly. The obscene noises behind you combined with the low thrum of student life just outside the classroom door mesh together to have you realize where exactly the two of you are doing this.

You glance at the clock, and your eyes widen. "Prof- oh my god, Pr- Professor Park," you moan out, trying to keep your focus. Jimin again hums, making you jolt in pleasure. "I- uh, there’s only ten minutes until the next block of classes start. I need t- to leave in around five." When Jimin releases from you with a pop, you can feel your slick running down your thighs and some dripping onto his desk. You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of everyone walking in during class to see the mess Jimin made of you on his desk and again squeeze around nothing.

"Well then," Jimin hums lazily, "guess you better cum within five minutes if you want to cum at all." He dives back into your heat, tongue skillfully running through your folds. He cycles between kitten licking and delivering harsh sucks to your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. You grind against his face in desperation to reach your release, and just when you finally feel it hurtling towards you at an alarming rate, suddenly, Jimin gets up.

He leans over you, trailing a hand up your slick-ridden thigh to cup your bare heat and mutters lowly in your ear, "time’s up." Your heart drops in frustration, and you whine out. Grinding into his palm, you beg for him to touch you once again, knowing nothing but how good he was making you feel just seconds ago. "Mr. P- Park, please. Make me cum," you cry out.

Jimin spanks your pussy, a wet echo sounding through the room. You jolt forward and your cunt leaks out even more of your arousal in response to the combination of pain and pleasure. "I said no," he hisses, "you couldn't cum in time, you don't deserve to cum." 

"God, look at you, you're a mess. Bent over and spread out so desperately for me. You taste so sweet, doll. So responsive, too," Jimin murmurs, lazily rubbing your slit. He's, once again, avoiding your clit and driving you insane. Your sensitive nub is now swollen and throbbing with need, slick with your arousal. 

"Has anyone touched you as well as I do, Y/N?" he asks. When you shake your head, he slaps your cunt again, another wet sound echoing through the room. "Words, baby girl," he goads, fingers dancing through your folds.��

"N- no, sir. they can’t make me feel half as good as you did. I’ve al- I’ve always been thinking about having you touch m- my cunt and making me cum really hard. and I- shit I’m so needy sir, I wanna cum," you garble out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You feel Jimin’s hand leave your pussy, exposing your soaked heat to the cool air of the room. Slowly, he pulls your thong up your thighs and the light touches make you clench in desperation and whine out.

He marvels at the sight of you so fucked out in front of him. The way his top student was falling apart at the slightest touches he gave you. And the words you said. God, to have you say such filthy things in comparison to your gentle demeanor, all because of him, it really did something to him.

Jimin finishes clothing you and presses a kiss to the top of your ass and walks across the room to get some tissues to clean up the mess you made. Still perched on the desk, you watch him needily, thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure from being denied your orgasm. "So I really don’t get to cum?" You ask meekly, holding back a sob. "I need to cum, Mr. Park."

He chuckles, "there’s a difference between need and want, doll. You want to cum, you don't need to cum. But what you do need," he returns to you, leaning down so that his face is right in front of yours, "is to get to your next class." Your face, once eagerly lit up in anticipation, has now fallen in disappointment.

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a "fine" and get off his desk, feeling your arousal make your thighs stick together. Your panties are uncomfortably damp and you’re so wet you can even smell yourself. "Can you make me cum later?" you question Jimin, sliding closer to him and playing with his tie, praying that he’ll be the one to make you release instead of having to do it yourself when you get home.

"If you play nice I might. If not, then… we’ll see," he hums, handing you a tissue to clean yourself up while heading to wipe down his desk. "I have a lunch meeting in the second half of the lunch block, so if you really need me, I’ll be here before then." 

You grin and nod in excitement. "Cool! so I’ll-" you begin before the first students from the next class start filing in, making you jump. "The door wasn’t locked?" you whisper frantically to him. "We could have been caught, Jimin! Are you crazy?!"

He smirks at you, "didn’t you say you wanted it that way? Where anyone could walk in? I only did what you asked, doll." You’re left speechless as he continues. "Anyways, you should be in your next class pretty soon. I’ll write a note to your professor just in case you’re late. But get going, yeah? I’ll see you in time for our meeting." He hands you a slip of paper and straightens up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash can in the corner of the room. 

"Okay class, we’re going to get started soon. I presume you all did the reading, so just prepare for the discussion we’re going to be having about it when the bell rings," he calls out to the class. Turning to face you, he questions quietly with genuine concern, "you okay? Did I push you too much for our first time?" 

Your mind swirls with thoughts. Our first time. The words fill you with giddy excitement. It’s just the two of you that know about this, the dirty things you were doing just minutes ago, very nearly getting caught. Knowing that this won’t be the only moment you guys are doing this, fills you with excitement.

"On the contrary, actually," you tease your teacher with a smile. "It was really nice honestly, but perhaps, you didn’t do enough." You bite your lip at the way Jimin's eyes darken and he looks away. "Get to class, Ms. L/N. The bell will ring any minute," he says lowly, jaw slightly clenched. Your core throbs at the sight and you head towards the door. 

"Goodbye, Mr. Park. Thank you!" you call out, catching sight of Lisa, who raises her eyebrows at you teasingly and mouths text me. Blushing, you nod at her before leaving the room to go to your next class.

Being "one of the smartest students on campus" comes with its perks. Like right now, for example. You always (somehow) come to class overprepared, so when your next teacher gives you a day to work on your project (which you've already finished), you head to the back of the room to text Lisa in private. 

from lisa: dude wtf was that you were literally talking to Mr. Park outside of ur class time with him

from lisa: omg wait don't tell me you fucked him

from lisa: did you

to lisa: NO I DID NOT OMG I wish tho lmao

to lisa: I was asking him for help on the paper he's assigning us and to proofread it and stuff before I submit it

from lisa: omg I forgot he assigned us that shit

to lisa: dude lmao its due in a week or so you have plenty of time

from lisa: ugh literally he's such a hottie why does he have to be so into teaching

to lisa: sis commitment to something is hot

from lisa: omg ur right wait a sec tho

from lisa: dude

from lisa: omg

from lisa: he definitely has a boner

Knowing that you were likely the cause of it, you shift in your seat cockily, smiling slyly to yourself while looking down.

to lisa: whAT

to lisa: wait how big is it

from lisa: ok I dont think he’s fully hard yet he's like semi hard but barely 

from lisa: LMFAO Y/N don't worry I think he’s packing seems kinda thick too

Taking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. You imagine him slowly sinking into you and making you whimper at his size. Him seeing your face and growling, "if you’re really a good girl, you should be able to take it." You cross your legs tightly and rock up and down in a lame attempt to diminish the rising pressure between your thighs and look back down at your phone.

to lisa: pls thats so hot

from lisa: IKR I want him to r a i l me

to lisa: or eat me out… have you sEEN those lips of his wtf

from lisa: on god do not get me started

to lisa: pls i bet he’d be the type to tease you

Oh Lisa, if only you knew the truth behind those words.

from lisa: YES hes lowkey cocky bc he knows like the entire fucking population simps for him

from lisa: he’s def gonna make you beg to cum

to lisa: pls thats hot do not get me riled up in class istg

from lisa: too late i've already started babe ;)

You continue texting Lisa throughout the entirety of your class. Finally, you look at the clock and seeing that there are only a few more minutes till the class ends, you wrap up your conversation with her.

to lisa: hey btw i’m gonna be coming to lunch late… save me a seat at our regular spot?

from lisa: when ur best friend is a teachers pet :(( fiNE I guess I will

to lisa: love u!! xx

from lisa: love you too nerd xoxo

The bell finally rings, signaling the start of the lunch break and you immediately stand up and walk out the door, bidding your teacher goodbye and thanks.

Running into the bathroom, you do a quick check of your appearance. You tug up your skirt a bit higher and tuck in your shirt so that your outfit accentuates your curves. You glance at your face and notice how abnormally large your pupils are in comparison to most days. Jimin has completely ruined you today, just like he said he would. I'm going to wreck you, Y/N. His words echo in your ears as you make your way out to his classroom. Trying to ignore how uncomfortably wet your panties are, you knock on the door to his room. 

You hear a smooth voice answer with a, "come in," and take a deep breath before opening the door to see Jimin sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He scans you up and down, eyes taking in every inch of your figure. "Nice outfit alterations," he notes, patting his laps as a hint for you to sit on it. You quickly lock the door and make your way to him, placing one leg on each side of him so that you’re now straddling his thighs. "Is this all for me?" he asks and you tuck your head down, suddenly shy now that all his attention is on you again. 

"Mhm, depends on whether you like it or not" you smile timidly, hands reaching out to play with his tie again. He laughs. "Princess, I’m conflicted. You do look very nice, all dolled up for me like this. It’d be a shame if I were to ruin your efforts. But on the other hand," he remarks, "you’ve very nearly crossed the line for indecent exposure. What if another teacher caught you like this? you would get in trouble, hm? And what if it were a student to see you like this? What would they think of you then?" He questions, causing your cheeks to burn at his words.

"They would think I- that I’m a whore. I- and that I dress up like this just so I can pass my classes," you whisper out, biting your lips in a combination of excitement and humiliation. You can feel yourself start to throb again and you start to rut against Jimin’s thighs. He shifts you over so that you are sitting on only one and slightly bounces his leg. The stimulation to your neglected cunt sends a shock running through your body and you squeeze your thighs around his.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate to cum. You think that you aren’t a little whore already, so needy for me this quickly, hm? Do you really think you deserve to cum?" He hums, admiring the way you’re worked up. He pushes up your skirt and slaps your thigh just underneath your ass. You shift away as a reaction, causing your clit to get the stimulation it finally deserved. The way your underwear rubs against your neglected bundle of nerves causes you to let out a groan and drop your head to Jimin's shoulder. He spanks you this time, making you yelp. "I asked you a question, doll."

"Mmhm, yeah," you whine out, "I deserve t- to cum, sir." At this point, your hips are moving on their own accord, shifting back and forth desperately against Jimin's thigh. He grabs your waist tightly, holding you still. "Look at me," he commands, bouncing his thigh. You mewl into his shoulder, the change in motion making you lose focus. He spanks you again, the sound echoing around the room. "Listen to directions, sweetheart. Or else you’ll get punished," he warns.

You lift your head to look at Jimin, faces just inches apart. His eyes scan over your face, lingering on your lips. Slowly, you lean towards him, closing the distance between you two. He gives into your eager kiss and you glide your hands up his firm chest to run your fingers through his hair. He starts bouncing you on his thigh and you groan into his mouth. Breaking apart panting, you place your forehead against Jimin’s, moving your hips back and forth harder to increase the pressure going to your clit.

"God, Y/N, you’re so wet," Jimin pants while looking down at the way your clothed pussy drags over his thigh. "I can feel you soaking through my slacks," he says, shifting you over. just like he said, there is now a wet spot on his thigh from where you just were. Thankfully, it’s barely noticeable, but if you focus enough, you can see it.

"What are you going to do about it, hm? I have classes to teach, meetings to attend. Do you want people to see the mess you made all over me?" He hisses, spanking you to elicit an answer. "N- no, sir. I’m s- sorry," you whisper out, eyes clenched, still rutting against him. You feel your orgasm bubbling up as every second passes.

"I don't think you're sorry, doll. Look at you making a mess all over me through your panties. You're absolutely soaked, so fucking desperate to cum," he tuts, clenching his thigh muscles purposely. You gasp and shove your head into the crook of Jimin's neck, letting out a low groan.

"Mr. Park, I'm so wet because of you. I- god, I wanna cum. please. I'm so close," you mewl into him, legs starting to tighten around his thigh.

You shut your eyes, feeling your impending orgasm build up. Right when you're about to let go, Jimin holds your hips in place tightly, preventing you from moving. Squeaking out, you make an attempt to shift your pussy over his thighs. It's no use because you can feel it start to drift away slowly and you look at him in need. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you plead, "S- sir I need you to touch me again. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jimin smiles cockily, lifting you onto his desk and spreading your legs after stripping you of your panties. You lean back so that you face the ceiling. Your eyes roll back once you feel him take your clit into his mouth. You moan and arch your back off of the desk, thighs involuntarily clenching around his head. 

"God, Mr. Park, yes! O- oh, fuck, please," you blabber out incoherently, your mind hazy and overwhelmed with pleasure. "More," you whimper out without thinking.

Jimin disconnects from your heat to look up at you, murmuring, "Greedy little slut wants it all, huh? Won't even ask nicely for it. Tell me what you want, Y/N. Beg for it, and I might just give it to you."

"God, I- I want it all, professor," you call out, wiggling your hips in search of stimulation that never comes. "Want you to stuff me with your f- fingers and lick my p- pussy and make me cum. Want you to fuck me r- raw with your fat cock from behind and sp- and spank me. Want you to ma- make me cry from cumming so hard just as much as you have from not letting me cum. A- and I want you to leave hi- hickies on my thighs so that if I bend over, p- people are gonna know how much of a cockslut I am, just for you."

"Yeah? Well, I can tell you this," Jimin says, fingers dancing up your thigh closer to your sick-ridden core. "You are a cockslut. So fucking dirty. Most people come to class to learn but it seems that you come here to get off." He inserts a finger into you and your walls immediately clamp down on it. He moves the digit in and out of you smoothly, your arousal allowing the smoothest of motions. "You like that, baby? Finally having something in that tight cunt of yours?" You nod at his question, adding on "want more, sir."

"Not enough? Greedy little bitch. look at you, so needy. What are you gonna do when I have my cock out, hm?" He shoves a second finger into you and starts curling them into your heat. You arch your back to the ceiling and he hovers over you. For a moment, there’s nothing but the squelch of his fingers in your wet pussy and your panting as he stares into your eyes. Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his lip - he’s focusing on something.

That "something" becomes apparent when, all of a sudden, you nearly sit upright and let out a loud moan of pleasure, "Fuck, Mr. Park! right there." His fingers continue rubbing that special spot inside you repeatedly and your legs start shaking ever so slightly. You look back at him to see a smug smile on his face. "I found it," he chuckles as you writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss you, lips melding together.

He keeps fingering you, bringing his thumb up to ghost over your clit ever so slightly to provide enough pleasure to bring you close to your orgasm but just not enough to make you cum. You whine against his lips and he breaks the kiss, asking "you want to cum, doll?" to which you weakly nod. "Then fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me. How you’re a cocksleeve for me, so wet and needy as soon as I touch you, so ready for me to fuck you." He stills his digits inside of you and you buck your hips on them, rolling your pelvis repeatedly in an attempt to get to your orgasm. You reach down to provide some stimulation to your clit, but he smacks it away.

"Jim- professor, it’s not enough. I- I need more, please." Tears start welling up in your eyes at the thought of not cumming for the third time. Jimin kisses your temple, the gentle action reminding you that he’s not going to do something you can’t handle. "Please, Mr. Park. I wanna cum," you whine out, hips jerking back and forth in a pathetic attempt to chase after your high.

"Show me then, Y/N. how much you want it. A good girl can show me that she wants it bad enough and will make herself come on my fingers alone. She’s not greedy. She doesn’t need to touch herself too. She just needs my fingers to cum. I know you can be a good girl,  Y/N," he goads. "Can you show me what the pretty little face of yours looks like when you cum? I bet you’ll look so beautiful, even more than you are right now, all fucked out for me."

"Hhngh, sir I- I’m trying," you pant out. "It’s just not enough. I promise I'm a good girl, I swear. Please let me cum. Oh god, I wanna cum." At this point, you’re nearly crying. You haven't ever been edged like this and are desperate for release.

Jimin sees this and purposefully retracts his hand from your cunt covered in your honeyed juices, glistening in the lights of his classroom. "Professor Park, please," you choke out weakly, chest constricting in disappointment. With a soft smile, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off, savoring the flavor of you. 

"Be a good girl for the rest of the day and then I’ll let you cum, baby," he hums. "You promise?" you plead, holding onto his arm desperately. 

"I promise, Y/N," he kisses you gently and you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue, the filthy action causing your clit to throb even more. Combined with the way your cunt is still clenched tight in preparation for an orgasm that won’t come soon, you can definitely say that you can't wait for the school day to come to an end.

"Go to lunch, doll. I have a meeting soon. Don’t think of me too much, hm? Gotta keep those straight A’s the way they are," Jimin teases, pulling down your skirt slowly, fingers just grazing your thighs. He grabs your panties. "Oh, and I think I'll keep these for now," he says cheekily, putting them in his pocket. "They didn’t seem to be doing their job when you were riding my thigh."

You watch him in shock, cheeks flushing red hot. "I- okay. uh, I’m going to lunch now, Jimin. Have a good lunch and meeting, I guess?" you say awkwardly, shuffling to the door with him, tugging your skirt down. 

"Jimin? We’re on a first-name basis already, Y/N? Don’t let anybody hear you call me that in class, baby," he winks, holding the door open and you nod, preoccupied with the little "situation" your skirt just barely hides. You can feel yourself still leaking down your inner thighs, and pray that nobody’s going to notice when you walk into the dining hall.

"Ugh! Bitch, what took you so long?" Lisa exclaims when you sit down next to her with your lunch. You pout. "I wasn't even gone for that long."

"Ha! That long, my ass. You were gone for more than half of the break! I had to tell Jaebum and his cronies to fuck off on my own! I’m not as intimidating when you’re not around, though, so I don’t think it worked. They’ll probably come over again soon." Lisa rolls her eyes. You snort, "One of them probably likes you, that’s why they keep bothering you."

"They just like any female and will take what they can get," Lisa mutters, "but anyway! How was your meeting with Mr. Park? Did you solve his boner problem?" she wiggles her eyebrows.

You clear your throat. "No, Lisa I did not. I'm obviously above that," you say in a sarcastic tone. "I simply offered to," you tease. Lisa squeals and slaps your arm in response. "But for real though," she says. "Anyone that gets to hook up with mister Park Jimin automatically wins at life," and you hum in agreement.

You scan at the dining hall around you and catch the eye of Jaebum sitting with his friend group. He winks at you and you roll your eyes and stand up, "come on Lisa, let’s go. Those assholes are going to come over any second if we stay here any longer." You drag her to your guys’ next class.

The bell rings and the two of you burst out of the classroom. Thank god that’s over. Only one more class left, you think to yourself, gripping your books tighter to your chest in excitement.

"Jesus fuck, since when were you this eager to get to the last class of the day, Y/N? I thought you loved staying in school for as long as possible," Lisa huffs out. You steer her into the direction of your locker, right across from Jimin’s classroom. 

"I'm picking up my books, you dummy. Be grateful I paid for this locker because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to put your books here." You put in the code and exchange your books while Lisa checks herself in the magnetic mirror attached to the door. you have to be careful when bending over because otherwise you’ll flash the entire school, so you do a weird sit-squat thing. "Geeking out over lockers? You act as if you’re still in high school, Y/N," Lisa teases. "Only during the school day," you wink up at her.

Lisa spots someone through the reflection of the mirror and groans out. "Incoming," she warns, rolling her eyes and turning around. "Wha-" you begin when you get cut off by a smooth voice behind you.

"Damn, L/N. didn’t know you wore skirts this short on campus. Looks good on you," the guy winks. "But it would look even better on my bedroom floor." You hold back a gag and turn to Lisa, raising your eyebrows in exasperation. 

"Wow, I see the originality," Lisa says in the most sickeningly sweet voice. "What do you want, Jaebum?" He chuckles and places an arm over your head, leaning over you. "Well, I’m having a party tonight, and it would be amazing if you two little ladies could attend. Be mine and Jackson’s plus one?" he says. You’re about to say no when he leans in closer to you, inches away from your face, "plus you can get the high-quality drinks for free, not the cheap booze we leave out for the randos who show up."

"You’re probably gonna drug them or something. No thanks, dickwad." you huff out after a second’s hesitation, pushing him away, ready to go to your next class. "Nah, baby. I may be a fuckboy but at least I've got morals. Whaddya say? You get me off, I get you off? Maybe make you cum so many times it starts hurting? You look like you haven’t been able to get an orgasm in a while, you’re so uptight, L/N," Jaebum smirks. 

"You fuckin-" you start to hiss out but you’re shut off again. This time it’s by someone different. Jimin. "Mr. Lim, I don’t think it’s necessarily appropriate to discuss your sexual endeavors while in an academic setting. I’ll be letting you off with a warning for now." He turns to you, eyes flitting across your DIY skimpy outfit. You feel your cunt leak more of your honeyed juices under his piercing gaze and clamp your thighs together to keep them from dripping down your thighs. "And Ms. L/N, I expected better from you. You’re not typically one to do these things in a school environment. Get to class, the two of you," he says, turning back to his classroom.

"Oh," he adds, "and Y/N. fix your outfit. I would hate to see you get dress coded by a teacher who isn’t as lenient." You, Lisa, and Jaebum stare at his back in shock as he heads inside his classroom. 

"Well, uh, that just happened," Lisa states, turning to you. "Ready to go?" you nod numbly, mind swirling with embarrassment and excitement as you tug down your skirt. The two of you walk to the last class of the day while Jaebum calls out, "my place after 11, L/N! I’ll be waiting!", making you wince. Great, now a bunch of people are gonna think you’re hooking up with him.

The last bell of the day finally rings, and you head to your locker after bidding Lisa goodbye. You put your books in your locker and head to the bathroom to fix your clothes. You decide to tease Jimin even more by adjusting your skirt so that it ends just at the bottom of your ass. It’s a terribly risky decision; if you walk too fast, you risk flashing everyone. You’ve tried to wipe the slick off the juncture of your thighs, but it keeps getting replaced with more of your arousal.

You speed walk down the halls and fling open the door to see that Jimin isn’t in his classroom - or so you think. Once you take a few steps into the room, you hear the door shut behind you and lock. Jimin looks at you up and down. "You didn’t fix your outfit, Ms. L/N. Looks like I’ll have to dress code you for indecent exposure then," he hums, heading to his desk to take out a slip of paper.

"Wait Jimin, what? I thought we were- um. You know, going to-" you splutter out, realizing he was actually serious. You can’t have this on your academic record! What would your parents think?

"Going to what? Fuck? Seems like you already have someone else for that, Y/N," he shakes his head, grabbing a pen. You reach forward quickly to stop him, hand, gripping his forearm in desperation. 

"No Mr. Park, I- I never told Jaebum yes. I just-" you try to explain, but Jimin cuts you off. "You what?" he asks bitingly, taking you by surprise. "Did you think that you could just come back and hop on my dick after nearly making out with another guy? God, you really are a slut, aren’t you?"

You rub your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the steadily mounting pressure in your core at Jimin’s words. "Look at you, I told you to fix your outfit and you fucking pulled up your skirt. You pulled it up. You don’t listen to me, talk to your friends about how much you want me to rail you, and yet let other guys make plans to hook up with you. And you expect me to let you cum after all of that?" he continues, noticing the effect he has on you. "You really think I should let you cum, Y/N? I'll tell you what I think. I think I should leave you like this, dripping and needy for me. So ready to get fucked by me but not being able to."

Your eyes widen, "no, please professor, no!" 

"Should I jack off in front of you and not let you touch me? Maybe then would you learn your lesson? Or maybe I should spank your ass till it’s blue you’re unable to sit. Would that work, hm? What if I just send you back to the dorms? You could ask Jaebum to touch you, even if he can’t make you half the mess I can," he continues, pushing you onto his desk. He grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him, humiliated, with tears in your eyes.

"Aw," he pouts sarcastically, "is the baby crying? Because I didn’t let her cum? Well, princess, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Little cocksluts like you don’t deserve to cum so easily."

"P- professor, please. You can punish me. Teach me a lesson. B- but just please let me cum." You whimper out, attempting to cross your legs together to assuage your aching clit, but Jimin stops you by holding your knee with his other hand.

He slowly trails his hands up your bare thigh, admiring the way your soft skin seems to get chills at his touch. He pushes you back onto the desk and you prop yourself up your elbows to look at him. "Are you a cockslut, Y/N?" he asks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. 

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I’m nothing but a hole for you to fuck," you whimper meekly as he pushes up your skirt. He pushes apart your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the desk. "Damn right you are. Nothing but a little whore that I can use to get off. I’m going to fuck you here in school like you’ve never been fucked before. And this dick you’ve been thinking about all this time, it’s going to finally be in you, and I better not hear any complaints," Jimin growls, pumping his length in his hand. "No sir," you whimper out.

"You on the pill?" he asks, to which you reply with a yes. He teases your slit with the pink head of his cock and your entrance flutters at the touch. "But on another note, tell me if you want to stop. I don’t want to push you too much."

You smile, "Jimin, you’re being too kind. I promise I'll tell you. But I did say before perhaps you weren’t doing enough. Mr. Park, I want you to ruin me," you bite your lips, mimicking his words from earlier in the day. He cocks his head in amusement. 

"Don’t worry princess, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing." Without warning, he thrusts forward into your heart, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. The girth of his cock stretches open your cunt with painful pleasure. Once he’s sheathed inside you, you can feel him very near your cervix. 

You let out a shaky breath but it’s cut off as he continues thrusting in and out of you, wet slaps echoing through the room. "M- Mr. Park-" you moan incoherently. 

"Fucking take it, Y/N. You wanted me to ruin you? Well here I am doing it; be fucking grateful." he rolls his hips into yours, hands gripping your sides harshly.

"Th- thank you Mr. Park, s- so much," you nearly sob out, almost crying at the relief of being fucked. You’re so turned on that your walls are clenching around Jimin’s dick so hard that he grips your jaw harshly. Gritting his teeth, he spits, "loosen up, babe. You’re so fuckin’ tight." You whine and try to relax but the stimulation Jimin’s providing has your eyes rolling back instead.

He snakes a hand down to your stomach and under your skirt, circling your throbbing clit. Your pussy flutters at the stimulation and you bite your lip harshly. He changes his angle slightly, causing your thighs to start shaking. His precum and your honeyed juices drip out your sopping cunt, the sound of wet slaps echoing around the room.

"Mmmmh," you moan out softly, back arching slightly. You can feel Jimin hitting your g-spot with impeccable accuracy each time. Doubled with the way his thumb is rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, you feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You try to suppress the giveaway signs of your impending release, knowing that Jimin, in order to "teach you a lesson" of sorts, is likely to take it away from you, so you attempt to just breathe out, "Jimin, fuck, it feels so good."

"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he thrusts into you deeper and harder and you bite your upper lip to stop your moans from slipping out. "Come on Y/N, let me hear those pretty little moans. Let everyone else know how well I'm fucking you, how good I make you feel," Jimin urges.

As soon as he utters those words, you give in, letting high pitched whimpers spill from your lips. Your pussy lets out filthy squelching noises at each of his thrusts, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the desk. You feel your walls tightening around his cock and try to fight it off, but Jimin can already tell of your impending orgasm. He pulls out of you, leaving your warm and soaked cunt open to the air.

"Fuck," you exclaim in frustration, bringing your hands up to cover your face so Jimin doesn’t see your face, tears starting to spill down your face. It’s frustrating you so much that he won’t let you cum. That he enjoys seeing you whimpering and teary-eyed for him. Your thighs haven’t stopped shaking and Jimin parts them after you close them. He pulls down your arms and smiles evilly. 

"Well, what do we have here," he exclaims, "looks like the baby finally did start crying. Come on, Y/N, I thought you had it in you. But look at how you’re spread out on this desk for me, such a fucking mess. I bet you like it, huh? Dirtying up my desk with that cunt of yours."

"I need to cum, Mr. Park," you choke out, trying to gather your thoughts. "I need to cum now." your teacher’s eyes narrow and he grips your thighs harshly. "What did you say to me?" he asks, a tone laced with dangerous amusement. 

"You heard me. I-," you hesitate for a moment, but decide you’ve already put yourself through enough teasing today. You muster up your courage before saying, "I want you to make me cum now." 

There’s a moment’s silence before you add on shamelessly, "o- or if it’s too much to ask of you, I- I’ll just find someone else to help me do it. Maybe Jaebum? He promised a good time a- and said he would let me cum as many times as I want."

Jimin grabs you by the chin and pulls you up. "You’re such a fucking brat, Y/N." Shifting his hand so it’s gripping your throat, he mutters, "you don’t fucking learn, do you? I thought you were smart, hm? But has the need for sex made you lose your sense? Made you turn into a dumb little bitch, ready to bend over for anyone because you’re so horny? And here I was thinking you were better than that. That you had standards. Perhaps I was wrong, hm? Would you like to tell me?"

You try to look down, away from his piercing glare, but he turns your chin to look back at him. Humiliation courses through your veins as Jimin’s gaze wanders down your body scathingly. "Look at you," he coos sarcastically. "Y/N, baby, you’re such a fucking mess. Pathetic." Suddenly, he lifts you off the desk and bends you over it, cheek pressing the top and ass exposed over the edge to him. You whimper at the feeling of your shirt being stickied from your arousal left on the table from just a few minutes ago. You try moving away from it, but Jimin holds you in place. 

"Are you afraid that everyone else is going to see the mess on your shirt, Y/N? Is that why you’re trying to move?" he hovers over you from behind. "Or perhaps," he continues, hot breath tickling over the shell of your ear, "you want to continue being a brat. Make me punish you until you’re begging for me to make it stop."

He spanks you, the sound echoing across the room before you register the sting of his action. You clench involuntarily and let out the slightest of whimpers. "Fucking hell, are you this turned on? Making noises even if I don’t touch your filthy little pussy?" he asks, smacking your behind again. You bite down on your lip to avoid giving him the answer he already knows.

"Count for me. Be good and maybe I’ll finally let you cum." he commands, spanking your right ass cheek again. "O- one!" you groan. He spanks your left side, the stinging sensation causing you to leak more arousal. "Louder, Y/N. Let me hear you," he hisses, hand in your hair, and pulls you up slightly. "T- two," you stammer. another slap echoes across the room. "Three! God Mr. Park, please." At this point, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for; your mind is numb with lust.

"T- twenty! Agh, fuck, please," you squirm under Jimins grasp. The throbbing of your clit has increased tenfold, and you can practically feel the shaking of your thighs through the desk. 

Jimin slips his hand between your legs, feeling the soft flesh of your inner thighs slicked with your juices. "You’re fucking dripping, Y/N. Look at you. Did getting punished turn you on this much, doll?" He swipes up your slit, teasing your fluttering hole. You scrunch your eyes in displeasure and try to back up into him, only to be stopped by a harsh smack onto your already throbbing cunt. You yelp and flop back on the desk, cheek pressing the surface.

You feel him rubbing his dick against your folds and sigh in relief. Suddenly, Jimin slams into you from behind with no warning causing you to let out a harsh groan. "Ah, professor!" you exclaim, balling your fists in pleasure at finally being stimulated. His cock seems even bigger from this angle, and your entrance stings delectably at the way he splits you open.

"You feel how tight your pussy is, princess? How tight it is for me? Nobody else makes you feel this needy. Nobody," Jimin mutters in your ear after pulling you up. He pulls your head back by your hair, exposing your neck, which he plants wet kisses on. He reaches down in front of you, tracing an achingly slow path from your stomach to your slit with his fingers. You’re reaching your orgasm at an embarrassingly fast rate due to all of the edging you’re been through, so when Jimin finally brushes over your clit, it’s no surprise that your walls tighten even more instantaneously.

"Ji- ‘m gonna cum," you moan wantonly. "Yeah? Is my little slut finally going to cum?" He hisses out at the way you tighten around him. You nod desperately, gripping his arm rubbing figure eights over your sensitive bud. 

"Oh god, Jimin, I feel it coming. Please please please let me cum. I'm being good for you, Mr. Park, please let me cum," you sob out incoherently as Jimin continues railing you from behind. You feel the ridges of his cock brushing your walls and shudder at his ministrations.

"Let go, princess, I got you. Cum for me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel," Jimin snarls, snapping his hips into yours, eager to get you to finally melt in his arms. You feel your orgasm crashing over you and you clamp down on his dick, legs shaking in relief. Jimin's grip on your hair tightens as he feels you pulsing around him, getting impossibly tight. Nevertheless, he continues thrusting into you. 

You mewl, trying to shift away from Jimin's hold as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing figure eights into them, "J- too m- much," you whimper out, straining against his arms.

"Yeah?" his smooth voice asks, "but I thought you wanted to cum, princess? Didn't you? I need to cum, Mr. Park. I need to cum now." He mocks you. “Well, that's what I'm doing doll. I'm. Making. You. Cum," he emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust, jolting you forward.

You're being reduced to a mess, tears streaming down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. You can feel your gummy walls tightening more and more on their own accord, without even trying. Without even realizing it, you've changed from trying to move away from Jimin's fingers to grinding down on his dick.

Jimin, however, notices this. "God, you're such a slut, Y/N. Weren't you just asking me to stop?" He raises your left leg onto the desk, allowing him to have more access to your folds. He slaps your clit when you don’t give a response and you yelp, clenching down on his dick. He slaps you a couple more times, and your cunt drips even more, making your thighs sticky with your honeyed juices. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm once again from his motions.  

Suddenly, Jimin pushes you back on his desk and begins hammering into you from behind. "You're going to cum again, aren't you? Filthy little girl, didn't you just cum? Are you really that needy for some dick?" You try to hold back a whimper from his words but it slips from your lips. "You're really a whore, aren't you, baby?" 

In response, Jimin spanks you, and you yelp. "Keep doing that," he hisses when you clench down on his dick. "You like being punished, don't you?" You nod meekly in response. He smacks your already reddened ass again and you hiss at the stinging sensation. Paired with the pleasure his cock is giving you, thrusting so deep into you, you can feel yourself practically getting high off the feeling.

Jimin feels you cumming before you realize it yourself. His hips nearly stutter at the way your walls have clenched around his dick. He opts to rut his hips into yours, no longer being able to thrust in and out due to how tight you are. He reaches under your body to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit and you start cumming again, clenching erratically around his dick. "You cumming, Y/N? Be a good girl and let go for me. Get this fat cock all wet," he commands. You ball up your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pleasure coursing through your veins. Riding the course of your high, you wish for nothing more but to be in the moment. 

When you come down from your orgasm, Jimin finally pulls his hard dick out of you. You feel his precum and your cum drip down your thighs. Whining, you rub them together to get rid of the feeling but it only serves to make you stickier. Jimin parts your thighs and runs a hand up them to cup your pussy, pausing to feel your cunt still clenching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He smacks your abused heat, jolting you forwards and causing you to grit your teeth in overstimulation. 

He flips you over, spreading your legs open. He leans over you, rubbing the tip of his dick over your swollen and throbbing clit, making you shiver. "Prof- professor, I can’t-" you begin but are interrupted my Jimin quickly shoving into you. Gasping, you clench down onto his dick, eyes rolling back into your head.

"You can, Y/N, and you fucking will," he grunts harshly, snapping his hips into yours. You grasp at his arm after feeling him in you deeper than before. The head of his cock nearly kisses your cervix and his impossibly hard dick stretches your tight cunt open even more, making you wince at the pleasurable pain.

"I- oh god, I really can’t. It feels-" you choke out through your tears. "It feels too- oh!" your head rolls back as Jimin hooks your legs over his shoulders, creating a new angle of penetration. He rubs your clit ever so slightly, the abused bundle of nerves pulsing under his touch. "It feels too what?" he hisses, rolling his hips upward so that his tip just barely grazes your g-spot. Too good, you want to say, but pleasure is clouding your mind and you can’t get the words out.

"That’s it, baby," he hums, "taking my fat cock so well even though you’re so- shit, you’re so fucking tight. Are you gonna cum again, hm? Cream all over my dick and make another mess?" you’re being reduced to a blathering mess, Jimin’s name rolling off the tip of your tongue. "Yeah? Can’t even hold it back a little? Even though I let you cum so many times, you still want more? Greedy little bitch," he spits at you.

When you clench down at his words, he starts pistoning his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing around the room. His cock seems to be splitting you open even more, and you can feel every pulse of his dick on your walls. "Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum," he groans.

"I- I’m close too, Mr. Park. It- fuck, it feels really good," you breathe out as Jimin leans down over you. He slows his hips down, opting to roll his hips smoothly and brushing over your g-spot with painful accuracy. Hovering over you, his stare bores into yours, eyes flitting down to your lips, reddened and swollen from you biting them. You whimper and tilt your chin up towards him and he leans his head down to yours.

He lets his lips ghost over yours, warm breath brushing over your lips as his hips grind into yours. "P- please," you beg, and Jimin finally relents and melds his lips to yours, bringing the two of you into a searing kiss, groaning as you near each of your highs. You break the kiss to gasp out, "I’m c- cumming again Mr. Park."

"Yeah?" he breathes surprisedly, "your little pussy’s that sensitive that you’re gonna- fuck, you’re cumming already? So quickly?" he leans down as your orgasm washes over you, this one hitting you slowly and harshly. You arch your back into Jimin’s chest, hands gripping at the collar of his shirt. His thumb continues to gently rub over your clit, causing you to roll your eyes back into your head at the overstimulation. You start shaking underneath him, squirming to get away from the overload of senses, but he holds you in place as you ride your high for what seems to be like an eternity.

"That's a good girl," he soothes as you continue to writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stuffed so full of my cock it’s making you cry. Does that feel good, darling?" you nod, sobbing. When your orgasm starts to fade away, spots of white dotting your vision, he still doesn’t stop thrusting into you. 

You bite your lip, and seeing that he’s close, you whisper, "M- Mr. Park, I want you t- to cum too. I- in me." His hips stutter at your words. "Shit, yeah? You’d let me do that?" 

You nod, "want you to fill me up w- with your cum and s- stuff me so full of it that it’s gonna be in me for days. And I wanna fe- fuck, I wanna feel you in me even when I’m alone, professor." At your words, Jimin lets out a slightly animalistic growl and leans in. "You’d like that, huh?" he asks. "Me fucking you so well till you can’t think straight? Putting my cum in you so that when you walk out of here, it’s dripping down your pretty little thighs, making you look like the filthy little slut you really are? You think you deserve that?"

"Please, sir, I really want it," you beg, "please." With that, Jimin attaches his lips onto yours again, grinding his hips into yours even deeper as he finally orgasms. He doesn’t stutter his hips as he continues his ministrations, even though he can feel your walls desperately squeezing around him, milking his cock of its seed. You feel the thick ropes of his warm cum painting your inner walls every second. Each time he pulls out slightly, a bit of it leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your ass onto his desk. He continues fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the way you’re shivering under him.

For a moment, all is still, nothing but the sound of the two of your breathing filling the air as you stare into each other’s eyes. "Um-," you begin, and Jimin quickly looks away, brushing his thumb over his plump lips. So that just happened. I fucked my teacher. I fucked Park Jimin.

"Wait here," he mutters, making your heart drop in disappointment. You nod, offering him a weak smile. Seeing this, Jimin reassures you, "don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right back," and cautiously steps out of the room after clothing himself.

You take this moment to recollect what exactly happened. Okay, so you just fucked your teacher. It still hasn’t sunk in yet, and probably won’t till you leave to clean yourself and look at the marks he’s made on your thighs and ass. You can’t help the giddiness you feel, like a kid who got the best candy bar in the world. After all, you got to hook up with your crush - in fact, the entire campus’s crush. The door creaks open and Jimin returns with some paper towels and wipes.

"H- hey," he smiles nervously. For the first time, he’s the one that’s stuttering. "Let me clean you up. It’s the least I could do after putting you through so much today." He spreads your legs gently, cheeks flushed, and begins wiping off the slick and cum between your thighs. 

"Jimin, you didn’t do anything bad, calm down. Well, I mean you fucked your student? But other than that you’re fine. I really liked it," you try to explain, stumbling over your words. He looks at you incredulously, but shakes his head, smiling. "I don't want to tell anyone about this," you continue, "and I highly doubt you will, so this can stay as our little secret." 

"Well looks like someone got fucked a little too happy. How come you never smile this much when I’m teaching, hm?" Jimin jokes after he finishes cleaning you up, kissing your knee gently. He hands you your thong that he’s kept for half the day and tells you to put it on. 

"You’re still going to the party, right? Jaebum’s?" he asks and you shrug. "You should go. Have a fun time there, drinking and all that stuff." He leans into you, whispering into your ear, "and if that rascal wants to get into your pants, he’s going to see your soaked panties covering up that precious little cunt of yours stuffed with all that cum of mine. Maybe then he’ll finally back off," he smirks.

You blush, "maybe, Mr. Park. You know, you’re pettier than I thought you’d be." Standing up, to face him, he pulls you in by the waist till your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans in, whispering, "well, Y/N, I don’t think you knew too much about me in the first place." Closing the gap between the two of you, you give him a peck on the lips, which quickly turns into a more heated kiss, lips melding together and tongues colliding. When you break apart, a faint blush on the two of your cheeks, Jimin smiles fondly at you and you look away.

"Well," you hum contentedly, "if I don’t know much about you now, I’d at least like to get to know you better in the future." 

"One day," he breathes out. "One day."

Your grin, disentangling yourself from his arms. "One day soon, I hope. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you next class. Goodbye prof- Jimin. Have a great weekend."

He smiles softly, walking you to the door. "You too, Y/N. If you do end up going to that party, have fun. Stay safe."

[fireflykaizoku]

Hello! I really loved your Killer body swap fic. If you could do one for Law with a gn reader that would be great. No pressure tho! I hope you're having a good day

Hii anon! Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it! ❤ I hope you're having a good week! i got too carried away with this, so it's a bit long :')

You woke up very excited, it was finally your 23th birthday, and your captain would stop teasing you for being the youngest of the crew, just because he was a few months older. It was also your first birthday with them and the members kept saying they were organizing something to celebrate the whole week, but said it was a secret.

When you went to the kitchen to have breakfast. That’s when you saw everyone waiting for you, holding a cake. You also noticed a sign saying Happy Birthday. They seemed happy, even the captain who was always grumpy.

— Happy Birthday, brat! — he said.

— Thank you, Kid! — you smiled, even feeling a little emotional. They actually planned everything. — Thank you so much, guys. It means so much to me.

They even had presents, some homemade, which made everything more meaningful. And the rest of the day was full of celebrations, singing happy birthday, and having a special dinner. It was late when you finally fell asleep, still excited about the celebrations and wondering if that would be the year you’d meet your soulmate. Maybe they were older. Or perhaps they were younger and you’d have to wait.

When you woke up, you felt uncomfortable, your back hurt and it felt like you barely had any sleep. Opening your eyes, you realized you were sitting on a chair at a place that looked nothing like the Victoria Punk. The room looked clean and even smelled like disinfectant, the lights also made your sleepy eyes hurt a little.

Your first thought is that you were kidnapped, but you weren’t handcuffed and that’s how you noticed it wasn’t… Your body, since the hands and fingers had tattoos. Tattoos you remember seeing somewhere.

Getting up, you saw it looked like an infirmary or a doctor’s office. There was some papers all over the desk too, nothing with a name or anything that could give any hints. So you opened the door, trying to find a mirror. You spotted a bear wearing an orange jumpsuit with a Jolly Roger.

Oh no.

The bear, the Jolly Roger, and “death” written on your fingers. You could recognize all those elements anywhere, and now it made sense.

You were in your soulmate’s body, and your soulmate was Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death.

Your captain wasn’t very fond of him, and now you could only imagine what would happen when Law woke up and noticed where he was. But now you had a bigger problem: the man was a doctor, with a powerful devil fruit, and he was a captain.

You gulped, and noticed the bear was looking at you with a smile.

— Hey, bear. — you said, trying to look serious. — I’ll… Be in my office, working on… That thing.

You went back to the office wondering how you’d find your crew and switch back. You didn’t even know where you were! The den den mushi on his desk started ringing, and for a while, you wondered if you should answer.

— It’s me, it’s Law. — he sighed, not hiding the fact he wasn’t pleased with the situation. — I guess we have this soulmate thing going on, and apparently you’re part of… — he got interrupted by your angry captain.

— (Y/N)! Get your ass back here, I don’t want to be around Trafalgar! You two better find a way to fix this right now!

— As I was saying, don’t worry. We’ll switch back somehow, just follow my instructions. I’ll give you my location now, and my navigator will take care of the rest. Just find Bepo and tell him you need to go to this place. Don’t say anything else and just go back to my office or to my room. We should be able to meet tomorrow first thing in the morning. — he paused. — And don’t eat bread.

He gave the location of the Victoria Punk, and you went looking for Bepo, which you found out was the bear you greeted this morning. Gladly, he didn’t ask any questions. After walking around, you found his bedroom. You decided to stay there as much as possible, reading one of the books that were in his room.

It was finally morning, and Bepo knocked on the door to announce you had arrived at the destination. You could see Law, in your body, arguing with Kid. They stopped as soon as they saw the submarine.

You were now in Law’s office staring at each other, while the some of his crewmembers were trying to hear what was going inside wondering who was this mysterious person the captain just brought from Kid’s crew.

— So, apparently we need to kiss to switch back? — he raised an eyebrow, you nodded.

— Not just a kiss. It needs to be a kiss when we fall in love, or else it won’t work. — you shrugged. — It can’t be a “let’s get over with this” kiss, I’m sorry.

— That’s nonsense, what if people never fall in love with each other? They’ll have to be like that forever? — you nodded again, not knowing if he wanted a real answer. Law didn’t seem happy. — Let’s try anyway.

You widened your eyes, not expecting this answer. He moved closer, and with a hand on the back of your neck, he pulled you for a kiss. It didn’t feel magical, it didn’t feel like kissing your soulmate. And when you opened your eyes, you realized nothing had changed.

He sighed and started thinking. The doctor had the idea of making you stay with his crew until you could switch back somehow. Your captain cussed and complained, but had no other choice. The Heart Pirates also didn’t ask any questions.

For the next weeks, you stayed on the office with Law, trying to find another way to fix that. He even tried to teach you using his devil fruit powers to switch back, but apparently, it didn’t work. You fell asleep on his shoulder many times while he was studying something, only to wake up and see you were covered in a blanket that wasn’t there before.

During the days, he told you to get something to eat, anything except bread, if he noticed you’ve been too long without eating anything. He also brought you a bottle of water often whenever he wasn’t working. You smiled when you realized how he seemed to care.

Law was very unpleased when he couldn’t reach things from the shelves now that he was in your body, so you had to help him often. Meanwhile, you used to hit your head many times a day, after all, you weren't that tall before.

Although he didn’t seem to be patient with many people, he was patient with you, answering your questions about something you read on his medical books. And when you got tired of staying in the room or his office, you went to take a nap on Bepo. The polar bear didn’t understand why his captain was very affectionate out of the blue, but it seemed to help him with his low self-esteem.

You had time to get to know your soulmate well. He told you about his goals, and about his past, which made you hug him right away. He was caught off guard that time. You also shared your story and why you joined Kid’s crew. Sometimes, you were able to see him smiling when you said something funny, or getting embarrassed when you complimented him.

— Law, are we going to stay like this forever? — you asked, a bit concerned. It has been long enough.

— I don’t know (Y/N)-ya. I’m sure I’ll find something… We’ll just keep trying. — he looked at you, noticing your sad expression. — What’s wrong?

— I miss my crew… They felt like my family, I feel… A bit lonely without them. I know they’re chaotic, but they felt like home somehow.

— Hey, don’t be like that… — his voice sounded unusually soft and he wasn’t furrowing his eyebrows anymore. — You have me, okay? You’re not alone.

You didn’t reply nor looked at him. But you felt him hugging you, the first time he touched you for a reason other than checking your health or to try to switch bodies again. When your gaze met his, as if something was attracting you both, he kissed you again. And this time, it felt different. It felt right, as if you were both… In love. As if you two had been waiting to kiss each other one more time.

When you opened your eyes, you saw that it worked. After studying, after researching, the solution was clear. You didn’t need devil fruit powers or any scientific idea to switch back. All you needed was time.

[yerawizardharreh]

So this is the product of a conversation with @lostinanothersmemories and we present to you, Xavier with a fire elemental partner.. (I'm naming the partner Snowflake because why not?)

-They met at a sport event at D.A.M.N and some of their team members knew each their so it was only natural for the captains to talk as well.

-Xavier found out that day why everyone calls them Phoenix, it was because they were basically the ones who brought their team out of the dead by coming up with new ideas/plays 

-They started seeing each other a bit more around campus and exchanged a few words here and there but nothing really came out of it until one day, both teams were on the field and Snowflake walked to Xavier to ask for help after trying to pop their back for a while and their team was no help.

-Since that day, it became a regular thing for them whenever they met on the field, Xavier helping them pop their back and Snowflake helping him get his stretches with their warm hands.

-Their teams started teasing the both of them, giving them looks amd smirks each time they saw the two together. They went as far as trying to push them to realize that they were in love but both kept denying it.

-They re idiots tho because they start walking each other to class, their hands claspped together and everyone who knows them is like "So??? Did you two finally get together?" "What? What you mean? Xavier's hands were cold and I offered to warm them up, normal thing for a friend to do."

-Everyone can see how they look at each other except the two of course.

-So one day, Xavier hold a party and invites Snowflake and their team but also Huxley and his partners

-Freelancer has heard a lot about Snowflake both from Hux and Xavier as well so when the both meet for the first time, freelancer will try and pry info out of them on how they feel about Xavier and if they were together or not.

-Snowflake denied every claim freelancer threw at them but the latter was relentless which resulted in Snowflake bursting out in laughter and just nodding, admitting that they were together with Xavier all this time and it was just funny to see their friends try and get them together.

-Xavier coming out of nowhere to take Snowflake in his arms and finally give them a kiss in front of everyone, both their teams cheering in the background and that's how their relationship became public.

-Gavin might or might not have flirted with Snowflake right in front of Xavier because the man knew from the start that they were already together and decided to have a bit of fun with it, see who'd break first.

- their first gift to each other as a couple was a polar bear plushie for Snowflake and a Calcifier plushie for Xavier.

-When they stay at each other's dorms and make the bed in the morning, they put their respective plushies on their pillows.

-They like to exchange pillows in the middle of the night cause Xavier likes Snowflake's warmth.

-Power went out in the winter? No problem, Snowflake to Xavier's rescue. They'll warm up his drinks, give him the sweater they were wearing and just cuddle him close.

-Same thing happens in the summer. Snowflake's temper is a bit on edge cause they constantly run hot and are very easily annoyed or irritated on hot summer days so Xavier is often by their side, holding their hot hand in his and cooling them down.

-They are each other's number one supporters. They do everything to learn about the sport the other plays and try to be there for all the games.

-They give each other good luck kisses on the field before playing (which earns them a few awes and ewws from both their teams)

-Snowflake randomly throws small balls of fire at Xavier just to watch him put them out with a wave of his hand.

-when it's snowing outside, they go out to play and Snowflake will be very frustrated because they cannot form a good snowball and Xavier just tries to cool their hands and if that doesn't work, he tries freezing the snow back just to end up making ice that would 100% hurt if thrown at someone.

-Due to them being Captains, they go through a lot of training and they're constantly tired so they nap everywhere. They can fall asleep everywhere in every position.

-Snowflake's best friend opened an Instagram and posts every picture if the couple sleeping, in the back of the bus after games, in class, on the bleachers, in the car...etc

-The account has a large following and people start taking pictures of them when they see them sleeping and submit them to the account to be added to the collection.

-Overall, they're a very cute and hardworking couple :)

I'm gonna stop here for now! Im sorry for any typos or mistakes. If you reached this far, thank you for reading! :)

[kumaradosha]

I’m seeing a whole lot of bad takes and ignorance of past/present content and lack of critical thinking or ability to understand character motives regarding this most recent Dream SMP lore. So please, allow me to lay down some facts, some sense, and also some speculation of my own. This’ll be really rambly, because I’m tired, and I want to say a lot. Rewatching ALL the streaming perspectives now, my thoughts start here:

Considering Sam doesn’t want to enter the cell to dirty his hands himself, he clearly has some aversion or moral qualms about torturing prisoners, but Quackity has convinced him to go along with it. Quackity spends a lot of time before he goes into the cell repeatedly making sure Sam won’t have a change of heart and intervene, which indicates Sam probably has some misgivings. Quackity feels he has to remind Sam that this is for the greater good and to stand back and let him do his thing and that this will probably be the last time. These are all reassurances and instructions that would not be necessary if Sam were known to be totally cool with it all already.

Sam believes the stringent measures Dream put in place for the prison are just desserts for him to suffer, but Techno doesn’t deserve the same cruelty, because Techno didn’t enact those rules. And that’s why Techno gets baked potatoes from Sam, and Dream doesn’t. Sam clearly believes this harsh treatment is justified, because Dream was going to do it to someone else. He thinks he’s being just. Of course, allowing the torture, though not his idea and not really comfortable to him, was still crossing a line, considering physical torture was not something Dream did to his victims (and besides, there’s the argument that not everything a criminal has done is morally correct to be done to the prisoner regardless). That, he was convinced, was for the greater good, to get the revive book. Quackity manipulated him; he thinks he’s doing what’s best, but no, of course that doesn’t make him right or his hands clean.

Sam wanted the dog dead because it’s a security risk, especially with Quackity entering the cell with two other people. He killed it later for the exact same reason. Y’all act like nobody else has ever killed an animal in Minecraft RP; get it together. Is Sapnap also evil? Tommy? He killed his own cat. Random animals are not treated with the gravity you guys are giving them; it makes no sense to call out this one time.

When Techno raised the point that he would be fine if Quackity killed him, because Dream could just bring him back, Dream countered with his warning that Techno doesn’t want to experience death, judging by how messed up it made Tommy. What motive would he have to argue that, aside from actually caring about Techno’s well-being? If Dream was only thinking of himself, he would benefit from Techno being willing to die and be brought back to life by him, giving him an easy reason not to give the resurrection knowledge to Quackity. I honestly can’t think of a reason he would argue other than the fact that he doesn’t want Techno to die even temporarily or experience death--that he cares. Interesting...

Dream hiding in the escape tunnel to make it look like he disappeared too was 5,000 IQ, but he didn’t do it just to be silly or smart. Quackity literally threatened to kill Dream when he came back. Dream HAD to pretend to disappear, because he was legitimately in fear for his life. You saw how terrified he was when Sam found him, how he just immediately begged him not to tell Quackity. He was afraid Quackity would come back and kill him before Techno managed to come back and break him out. He believed that would be his fate and had to make a last ditch attempt to avoid that outcome.

Phil confirmed on stream that the blueprints Techno was led to via coordinates are for the prison. Not Tubbo’s missing nuke, like I’ve seen speculated.

“Steve is your polar bear” was written on stream during the “Prison Podcast” Technoblade lore. This is not a mystery. Dream said he wrote it down when Techno started talking about Steve rescuing them.

If Sam doesn’t approve of Quackity killing Dream, why doesn’t he just tell Quackity Dream is still in the prison but not allow Quackity in anymore? Quackity needs Sam to lead him inside, to let him in. Since when did he have any power against Sam to force him to let him in? I don’t understand why Sam has to keep it a secret just to keep Dream alive. Just don’t let Quackity into the prison anymore. Clearly it was a bad idea, since all these security risks happened while Quackity was getting a free pass to not follow the rules of the prison.

Dream casually walking in the way of Sam’s pickaxe to disrupt his swing once Sam almost had the bell broken gets me every time.

The rapport between c!Dream and c!Sam in prison fascinates me. Clearly Dream is much bolder with Sam than Quackity and still seems to trust his sense of duty to a degree. Sam is also more malleable, convinceable, his fatal flaw being actually listening and talking to Dream, even after it clearly messes with him psychologically. He let Quackity manipulate him, too, and he compromises too much. That might seem weird to say, considering the harsh conditions he has Dream in, but. He does give in to a few things.

I’m wondering if Dream wanted to go to the courtyard hoping it was less secure and easier for Techno to break him out of.

Sam has no reason to lie and gaslight about Dream being the one to suggest raw potatoes and sealing up the courtyard. That’s not in his character to do. So clearly Dream suggested these things. In fact, we have proof. Search for the clip of Dream revealing a teaser for future lore, with him telling Sam the hole in the courtyard ceiling for the light is a security flaw. He straight up says that. Update yourselves. Furthermore, are the recordings we have of Dream suggesting nicer features for the prison even lore? Are they in-character, or was it cc!Dream and Sam making plans? I’m genuinely asking, because I don’t remember/am not sure. In any case, clearly the plans changed at some point, and they were Dream’s idea.

Dream said he didn’t realize how bad it was until after he experienced it. This could very well be a lie. However, it could also be a wake-up call. We just don’t know. Dream clearly possesses low empathy, and every person at some point doesn’t fully realize how poorly another being can feel in a bad situation. Sometimes it actually does take experiencing it yourself to realize how it feels. People can do cruel things to others before the empathy fully clicks. It is possible that Dream really does only now understand how harsh his plans were. Unfortunately, it’s just as likely he doesn’t care and is pretending to, because he has a history of acting, lying, and manipulating. We just do not know, and I think that’s part of the fun, the speculation. Note that none of this is excusing what he’s done; that bores me. I just like understanding characters and their psychology and motives.

Sam is ASKING if Dream had this prison built for Tommy. He is suspicious that that is the case. Dream did not TELL him this, because OBVIOUSLY Sam would have absolutely nothing to do with building a prison he knew Dream meant for Tommy. So no, Sam thought it was for something else. And guess what? It was. Back during the disc war finale stream, Dream told Tommy and Tubbo that the prison was originally intended for someone else (maybe multiple people, the number was not specified), but that he changed his mind and would now put Tommy in it (ha ha punny). Tubbo asked who it was originally intended for, and Dream wouldn’t tell him, preferred to keep it a mystery. Dream had zero reason to say this if it weren’t true. In fact, it would have been more impactful to pretend (or admit) he intended it for Tommy all along. Think of the horror, or even the betrayal finding out Sam, his friend, helped make it. So yes, there is every indication that it is the truth--Dream meant the prison for someone else at first.

And Dream didn’t argue with Sam’s accusations, because why WOULD he? If he didn’t tell Tubbo who it was for, he wouldn’t tell Sam now. Plus, he wouldn’t want to argue with Sam, make him more heated and less sympathetic, and risk him deciding to tell Quackity Dream was there after all. Dream has no reason to speak up. Let Sam think what he wants. Dream’s silence does not mean confirmation. This is not a new thing with him. He keeps things mysterious, and there is a lot about his planning and mindset he does not disclose.

Now, whether Dream made the prison harsher before or after he decided he wanted Tommy in it is up for speculation. We don’t know that timeline.

Anyway, Sam’s speech about Dream getting what he deserves is really delicious. All these people out here mocking Dream fans for Dream still being in prison (like Techno’s not imminently coming to break him out, hello?) and being told off by Sam, yet plenty of us are enjoying it, too, like?? Bruh, what kind of Mary-Sue-touting asshole likes characters who are flawless who never go through strife? Can’t be me. I love watching my favs through triumph AND despair, so this is all just a win for me, thanks.

It is possible to sympathize with a bastard who is highly flawed and wrong AND to understand his motivations without justifying his actions AND to realize he deserves punishment (though to what degree I don’t care to argue). All the black and white morality and taking one extreme stance of “this character is perfect!” OR “this character is wholly evil and only ever does things to be sadistic!” and polarizing the community is cringe, yo. You need to calm down. Enjoy the ride or like...get off?

Anyway, Dream is my favorite, Techno is my second favorite, I adore Sam, I really enjoy Quackity, and the SMP wouldn’t be the same without Tommy. So much love for all of this creative work and its creators. I’m having a blast.

[lilacandladybugs]

Winnie the Pooh Rendition: In Which The Syndicate Throws Technoblade a Birthday Party

It was a bright and snowy as ever June day, one of those days where nearly everyone is still sleeping, and the summer air is a bit thicker than normal, and the snowflakes still bustle through the air. One of those June days where the polar bears lay around lazily and the song of birds from nearby treetops feels even more gentle than normal. It was one of those types of snowy Junes, the most Junest that anyone had seen, when Philza Minecraft realized it was Technoblade’s birthday.

“Oh dear,” Phil said, standing up from where he had been writing Wilbur a letter, “Today is Technoblade’s birthday, and I haven’t got anything planned.” This simply wouldn’t do. Technoblade would need to have a large birthday to commemorate how Clever and Loyal and Generous he was, as everyone in the Syndicate agreed.

“I must go tell Ranboo right away, and we can make some plans together.” And so Philza gathered up his armor and went out into the snowy June morning to Ranboo’s house, which was just across the lawn.

“Ranboo,” Phil began, “I had nearly forgotten that it is Technoblade’s birthday today, and we must throw him a party as soon as possible.”

“His birthday?” Ranboo said, blinking his large enderman eyes, “a birthday.”

“Yes,” said Phil, “and we need to throw him a party.”

“Well birthday parties are things that shouldn’t be forgotten,” said Ranboo, who had forgotten what a Birth Day was, “and we should make sure everything is just right.”

“Yes,” said Phil, “we should.”

Ranboo considered for a moment what a Birth Day might be, and what type of party someone would have for it. Perhaps Birth Days were days where you had something good happen, and you needed congratulating. In that case they might want to write him a book. Or maybe Birth Days where when something solemn happened, and you needed consoling. 

“It seems,” Ranboo guessed, “That we should have a celebration.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Ah yes,” Ranboo nodded seriously, “of course, Birth Days are always for celebrating and being happy.”

“Well, yes, obviously. But what should we do to celebrate it?”

Ranboo remembered that Technoblade seemed to enjoy fireworks, and he remembered that sometimes people set off fireworks when they were celebrating an occasion. “What if we set off fireworks?”

“Oh,” said Phil, “yes Technoblade does like fireworks.”

Ranboo felt pleased with himself for guessing something correctly, “Yes he does.”

“But fireworks are not very customary on such occasions,” Phil continued.

“True,” said Ranboo, “not very custardly at all.” 

Phil sat down next to Ranboo so that he would be in a better position for planning occasions, and thought about the firework idea, which still remained their only idea. “Well, I suppose we could have fireworks anyway,” he resolved, “given they are Technoblade’s favorite.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” Ranboo said.

“I’ll go tell Nikki, nobody would want to miss a birthday party.” Phil stood up with new resolve to make Technoblade a lot of fancy fireworks for his birthday, “Thank you for helping me come up with ideas. Come around our house at three o’clock, and I will have woken Technoblade up for his birthday.”

“Goodbye,” said Ranboo, feeling as if the exchange had gone exceptionally well for not knowing what a Birth Day was, and feeling very excited to finally find out.

“Goodbye,” said Phil, glad he wasn’t the only one who had nearly forgotten. Nikki was in her bakery, where it was much warmer than outside in the snow, and the smell of something sweet, but not too sweet, hung gently in the air. Phil stepped in and instantly felt much better about everything. 

“Hullo Nikki!”

“Hullo Phil,” Nikki said, pulling a cake her out of her oven, “It is Technoblade’s birthday today, and so I thought it would be a good idea to make him a cake.”

“Ah yes,” Phil said. He hadn’t even thought of making Technoblade a cake, even though such things were indeed customary at birthday parties. “Cakes are great for birthday parties. I would have made him one myself, of course, but I am not much of a cake maker, and more of a fireworks maker.”

“Cakes are good for birthday parties,” Nikki agreed. “and I am sure you are great at firework making.” 

Phil also realized that Nikki had remembered Technoblade’s birthday before he had remembered it. Nikki didn’t need to know that, she was on a need-to-know basis, if you will. “I, too, have remembered Technoblade’s birthday, as all good and proper friends should, and I have decided that we should wake him up for his birthday at three o’ clock this afternoon.” He smelled the cake and looked very closely, but not too closely, at the purple icing that Nikki had just pulled out of her pantry. “Would you like to come to the party?”

“Of course,” said Nikki, “Have you already told Ranboo? I’m sure he would be devastated to miss out on it.”

“Yes, I did,” said Phil, “And I think we all would be.” 

They stood there for a moment, thinking about how much everyone in the Syndicate cared about Technoblade, and how they had all grown incredibly fond of him, and how they would be devastated to miss out on such an Occasion as his birthday.

After they had given it a moment of consideration, Phil helped Nikki finish baking her cakes. Then he helped her carry them up to the cottage, and Nikki helped Phil set up a table outside with chairs, including one for Steve, and generally prepared for the birthday party. Ranboo, having never attended a party before, was practically buzzing with excitement, and talking to each of them very loudly about what he thought it might be like, and how much fun they were going to have.

At last, the party was all set up, and they went to poke Technoblade to get him to wake up from hibernation.

“Surprise!” They all said together when he opened his eyes, “Happy birthday!”

“Oh!” said Technoblade, struggling to stay awake, “Is it my birthday today?”

“Yes,” said Nikki, “You told me that June 1st is your birthday.” 

“So it is,” confessed Technoblade.

“How old are you turning?” Nikki asked innocently.

Technoblade paused for a moment trying to remember. 

“Ninety-seven,” he responded finally. This was not how old he was.

Fortunately, nobody asked him anymore questions about it and they all went outside to have cake and look at fireworks. 

Nikki presented her cake with purple icing and cut everyone a slice.

“This is the best cake I’ve ever had,” Technoblade said, “Where did you get it?”

“I baked them myself,” Nikki said, glowing with happiness, “at my bakery. I’ve been baking again recently.”

“Cake is always better than pie,” Technoblade remarked, and everyone agreed, even Steve. “Except pumpkin pie is alright.” 

“I don’t like pumpkin pie,” said Phil, “But I’ve only had it once, so maybe it isn’t that bad.” 

“I could make some for you sometime.” Nikki offered, and they all agreed that if Nikki made it then it would probably be the best, and being the best, would be enjoyable even for someone like Phil.

When they had all eaten enough, Philza Minecraft stood up, and everybody stopped talking and were very silent, except Ranboo who had eaten a bite that was a little too large and was having a fit of hiccups. 

“This party,” said Philza, “is a party because of our appreciation for someone who we all appreciate very much, and we are celebrating him turning…” Phil couldn’t remember how old Technoblade was either, “one year older.” He felt around underneath the table for his fireworks, “And I have got a present for him.”

Technoblade was very happy and smiling but he tried his best not to look too eager. When he saw what it was though he could not stop himself from smiling so much he was practically glowing.

Phil held up the present, seeing that Techno was happy and knowing that Ranboo’s advice had been very good advice, “They’re fireworks! I have spent all morning working on them, and I think they will be perfect.”

“I bet they will be,” Techno said, and he meant it, knowing that Philza Minecraft’s crafting knowledge far exceeded his own.

Now all of them were very happy, because Technoblade was happy, and Phil loaded some brightly packaged fireworks, lit them, and set them off in a vibrant display of colors against the white snowy backdrop. They made various shapes in the sky and came in different layers, some of them changed from one color to another.

Everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed.

But Technoblade was confused. The fireworks did Not look special to him, they looked Dull and Patternless. This was very confusing and surprising as they were made by Phil Himself. But everyone else was ooh-ing and ahh-ing, and it seemed like the right thing to do, so he did it politely along with them.

After Phil had already set off three of his special fireworks, Nikki noticed that Techno looked confused and said, “Technoblade, can you see the fireworks?”

“Well, I can see the colors a little,” he admitted sheepishly, not wanting to upset Phil, who he was sure had worked very hard on them.

“That doesn’t sound right,” said Phil, “you should be seeing the colors a lot not just a little.”

“You’ve forgotten your glasses,” Nikki pointed out.

“Oh,” said Techno, now feeling very silly.

Ranboo saw an opportunity to be helpful even without knowing what a Birth Day party was. “I’ll go get them for you.” He ran into the house and back very quickly and handed Technoblade his glasses.

“Thank you Ranboo,” Technoblade said. Everything looked sharper now, he could see the snowflakes and Ranboo’s large enderman eyes much more clearly.

“Let’s try again,” Phil said, and he set off a few more of his fireworks and they all ooh-ed and ahhh-ed, and Technoblade did not have to fake it as he could actually see them this time, and they were beautiful, and everything that one would expect from Philza himself.

Since this was everything they had planned to do, everyone talked for a little while longer, just enjoying each other’s company and laughing. Then they drifted off, after saying their goodbyes, and congratulated Technoblade on his new age, whatever that might be. 

But Phil and Techno stayed outside in the snow together for a long time and silently watched the sun set in the distance.

“When you finally wake up after hibernating, Techno,” Phil said at last, “what is the first thing you like to do?”

“I like find out how Steve and you and Ranboo are doing,” Technoblade said. “What do you do, Phil?”

“When I first wake up, I always wonder to myself what exciting thing will happen today.” 

Technoblade nodded thoughtfully.

“Yes,” he said, “It’s the same thing.”

[funtimebunnyblog]

Okay so first off, I love bears! 😭 they’re so cute! I would have one as a pet if I could. How do you think the pillarmen would react to their s/o finding a bear and immediately becoming friends with it? Doesn’t matter that it’s literally a wild animal. It saw s/o and was like “this is my friend now” and it follows her everywhere. But the bear is “submissive” to her. It doesn’t attack at all and does that thing where it shows it’s belly to her all the time. The bear likes the pillar men, but not as much as it loves s/o.

Ahhh! My dear Anon, this is is such a sweet idea! 🥰🥰🥰 I have the very same feelings about keeping a Fox as a Pet ❤ I very much would if I could! 😌

This started out as a few simple headcanons buuuuut~... 😅 I got carried away and turned it into a full fic! 😘😇 Please “bear” with me and enjoy! 🐻🐻🐻

The Pillarmen’s s/o brings Home a Bear...  (A bit of a long fic; Under the cut for length!)

(I’ll stop making bear puns from this point on, I swear! I just couldn’t pass up the chance to use this picture. in any case... Please do not attempt anything that your read here with a real life Bear or any woodland creature that is dangerous for that matter! If you happen to find a lost little Bear in your travels, do the responsible thing and contact a forestry! ~FunBun)

  "What," Your head snapped up as someone spoke from behind; your eyes trailing up a most familiar muscular torso to eventually meet the disapproving gaze of Kars looming over you. The Pillarman's eyes were wide and his face unreadable, "is that?"

There you were, sitting on the front porch which was not an abnormal occurrence as this was your house and you did as you pleased...

Except for, of course, the fact that you were cradling a LIVING BABY BEAR in your lap and hand-feeding it a peanut butter sandwich!

"...A Friend." You said after a long moment, blinking up at the behemoth of a man. The Cub in your arms grasped at your hand with two huge chubby-toed paws as you pushed the last chunky bit of sandwich into its awaiting mouth; happily chewing away as if it didn't have a bother in the world.

Kars let out a long sigh, his barreled chest heaving as he reached up to pinch the space between his painted eyes with a forefinger and thumb.

"Why?" He questioned.

It was really the only thing he could say in that moment as thousands of questions rolled through his head like flotsam and jetsam. The Pillarmen struggled to keep a hold on himself, trying to give you the benefit of the doubt first before giving you the scolding he so wanted to.

He and the others knew very well you loved animals, which pleased the Pillarmen as they were Men who valued nature and precious life; Kars was no exception. They were most especially aware of your specific fixation on Bears but Kars never so much as gave the love for the creature a second thought.

However, right now, while you held a living Bear in your lap he was beginning to wish he had thought to tell you not to do something as foolish as take one in.

"Hey! I didn't do anything!" You defended yourself, allowing the Bear Cub you cradled to lick the remnants of the gooey sandwich from your fingers. You know exactly what he was thinking; he thought you deliberately went out and took the Bear!

Really, you hadn't done anything! Well... not this time anyways.

It all started when you had gone out for your morning walk in the woods, you happened to enjoy the crisp Spring air this time of year and it was a good way to get out of the house for a bit and away from the noise of the Four Pillarmen you adored that were living with you.

It was only when you were halfway down your usual route when you realized there was a little black Bear Cub following right behind you.

At first, you had feared the worst. Normally where there was a baby, there was a Mother not very far behind and despite your love for Bears you REALLY didn't want to have an encounter an angry Mother Bear that was searching for her lost baby and happened to think you were the one that took it. You did your best to avoid the baby Bear, walking fast and pretending not to notice it in hopes that it would simply give up tailing you eventually and go on its own way back to where it came from, despite the tugging of your heartstrings.

After some time of attempted avoid and evade the Cub didn't leave your side, ambling close at your heals and beginning to cry out for your attention. It became obvious to you it was all alone and even more obvious that it was hungry; as soon as it saw you it thought to remedy both those things.

Always having a big heart, you just couldn't bring yourself to leave the poor thing all alone out in the woods; especially not when it was clinging to your leg and looking up at you with those big honeyed eyes pleadingly...

You weren't supposed to get caught. You had planned to keep him a secret for at least a little while.

You had lead the baby back to the house and left it outside to its own devices on the doorstep for just a moment. Meanwhile you slipped into the kitchen to make, not one, but two peanut butter sandwiches to feed it. You really didn't have anything else to give it, you hadn't been expecting to feed a hungry little Bear anytime soon and there was nothing in it that would hurt the Cub anyways as it was mostly protein.

Your early return from your walk had gone unnoticed by the others (at least at first).

Thankfully, Santana hadn't been in the kitchen raiding the fridge like he normally did this time of morning and had been in the Livingroom with Esidisi instead, too invested in the video game they were playing to hear you come in.

Wamuu was out back chopping up more firewood to burn, as the nights were still very cold; the Warrior too far away to hear you and unable to see you with the house in the way.

Kars was supposed to be up in his study, up to his elbows in papers and practically dead to the world but of course (just when you wanted him to be working for once) he wasn't.

Somehow, he just always knew when something was amiss.

"Peanut followed me here," you explained, peering down at the squirming black fuzz ball in your lap that was still happily licking the peanut butter from its chops.

Kars clicked his tongue, "Peanut?"

He seemed even more displeased you had already named it; if you named something, it became hard to lose it. That was a rule many people followed through ancient times.

You let out a shaky laugh, ignoring the chunky paws inarticulately grasping at your clothes as a little pink tongue darted out from a tiny chestnut muzzle, dampening the glistening black button at the very tip.

Peanut was giving you a thorough sniff, making sure that he had consumed all of the delicious food you had brought him and that he hadn't missed a single morsel.

"It fits." You told him, smiling pathetically as you shrugged your shoulders.

Ruby eyes drifted down to the little creature squirming in your lap for more than a beat before he let out another sigh; this time it didn't sound as stern and disapproving as the first but it still sent a shiver down your spine. His lips pulled into a sympathetic frown as he closed the distance between you two, crouching at your side.

"Dear one," he spoke, using the tone he typically reserved for when he was trying to comfort you or give you some advice. "We cannot keep Peanut."

Immediately, you felt your heart quiver at his words; the pulse of the muscle stopped all together as you looked up at him. His eyes, normally the epitome of inhuman and predatory, now softened.

You knew very well he would have this talk with you, albeit much sooner than you anticipated originally, but it didn't change the fact it was making your heart clench painfully in your chest.

"Why?" You questioned. Now it was all you could really say in that moment as everything else that tried to come out got jumbled up in your throat.

You really didn't need to ask such a question however, as you already knew the answer.

"My sunshine, he's a wild Animal; a predator. He may be a small creature now but Cubs like Peanut grow very quickly indeed." He explained gently, wrapping one muscular arm around you. "And as he grows, his appetite will grow; you won't be able to feed him simple sandwiches forever."

Your lips scrunched up as you peered down at the now quiescent black ball of fuzz cradled in your arms. Peanut, his belly now full and all the peanut butter thoroughly cleaned from his paws and face, had closed his eyes and was slowly falling down into a most comfortable mid-morning nap.

He was so cute; so damn cute you wanted to cry. A hand absentmindedly reached up to grasp one of his paws, your thumb tracing over the squishy pads of his feet and feeling the sharp little claws sprouting from the chubby toes like thorns from a rose.

All your life you loved Bears, no matter the kind; Panda Bears, Koala Bears, Grizzly Bears, Sun Bears, Polar Bears, even Black Bears like Peanut... and now here you were, holding one in your very own arms! Hugging it close to your body like one would an everyday Teddy Bear! A real life Bear had just waddled up to you in the forest, clinging to you as if appointing you as its new Mother and caregiver, cuddling in your arms like a loving pet and cooing as you fed it an icky-sticky delight.

It was a dream come true... and now Kars was asking you to wake up and cast it aside.

"But--... But--..." the quivering of your lip made it hard to find a foothold in this dispute.

"And there is also the matter of his behavior." Kars continued softly, one massive palm gently rubbing up and down your back as he spoke. "Bears can grow to be very territorial and temperamental creatures. Their maximum strength can out lift 10 Men and their maximum speed is faster than any vehicle you can drive."

By now your eyes were watering, the fuzzy spot in your arms no longer seemed so very fuzzy as the world around you blurred behind tears.

Kars, of course, was making sense as he always did and you didn't like it one bit.

The living God's frown only deepened as the glistening of the water pooling in your eyes caught his. Truly, he hated to see you cry. Seeing tears in your eyes was something that made him weak in places he never felt such weakness prior to falling in love with you... but your safety was in jeopardy; and that was something he, nor the other Pillarmen who loved you and dotted on you, didn't want to risk over one creature.

"We have to put him back where he belongs." He said; though his words still carried that softness it was undoubtedly an order not to be refused.

"Oh Kars," you sniffed, your nose crinkling as tears began to fall. "I can't do it!"

You turned more fully towards him, presenting the sleepy Cub; practically thrusting him into the Pillarman's arms.

"Just look at him!" You cried. "He's so small and he's all alone! I don't know what happened to his Mother but she's gone and... and..."

One massive hand found your cheek as the tears came harder, a calloused thumb swiping the raging rivers aside.

"Please Kars... I can't give him up... what if he--?...." you wimpered, unable to finish that thought. You were fully aware you had already lost for today as he shook his head sadly.

Your tears did nothing to sway him when he knew what he had to do.

His free hand slipped under the sleeping Cub, Peanut did little more than fill his palm, scooping him up and cradling him close to his chest as he stood.

Your arms had never felt more empty.

"I'm sorry, Beloved. It has to be done." He told you as you stared up at him with a crestfallen and teary gaze. "Chances are, his natural instincts will kick in and he will learn to take care of himself despite the absence of his Mother. Abandoned Cubs are more common than you think. Peanut needs to go back to the woods."

That was all that could be said, the Pillarman disappeared in one blinding flash; taking the Bear Cub with him.

You were left there sitting on the porch, scrubbing at your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater until the sensitive skin was raw in the cool Spring morning air. You managed to pull yourself together enough to not raise suspicion and headed back inside to make some coffee.

The morning passed quietly, when Kars made his eventual return to the house (sans Bear in hand) you didn't even look him in the eye.

You didn't deny that Kars had done the right thing, Peanut was in fact a wild Animal and belonged to the wilderness, but you still felt strangely bitter over it. So inexplicably angry it almost felt childish as you couldn't stop yourself from glaring at his back as he passed the kitchen table.

More time passed, your only half-drunk mug of coffee had long gone cold and your grief for the little Bear you knew that was left all alone somewhere in the woods had managed to ebb somewhat. You were just about to get up to go get a start on some chores when all of a sudden, Wamuu came through the door.

"Shoo! Shoo!" The massive Pillarman swiped his hand as he backed himself through the door, "Go on! Go back to your Home, small one."

You tilted your head, watching the unusual display. "What's wrong?"

The blonde turned his head to look at you with a frown. "I was trying to finish up my morning task when a Bear came out of the woods." He explained, finally closing the door with a sigh. Your gasp went unnoticed as he peered through the window of the door, his frown only etching deeper. "It's too small to be a juvenile. Just a Cub. I did not want to find out if there was a Mother lingering so I came back to the House. However, it seems to have decided to follow me..."

The Warrior blinked as you were suddenly out of your seat, squeezing past him to squish against the window of the door to see for yourself.

"Peanut!" You cried, your heart fluttering in your chest as you too caught sight of the little round ink blot sitting dejectedly on the porch.

Wamuu barely had a chance to react let alone intervene as you yanked open the door again, the sounds of the crying Bear hitting your ears.

It was Peanut alright, every feature similar right down to the whiskers of his muzzle. The Bear was plopped down on his rear, feet sticking out under him like he were a simple Teddy Bear sitting on the shelf of a toy store, and staring up at the door he knew you were behind. The squeaky wailing of the Cub fell silent as soon as he caught sight of you and realized he was no longer all alone, it seemed that he missed you just as much as you had him.

Wamuu stared in disbelief, watching with wide eyes as the little Bear rolled onto his back to reveal his soft tummy and stubby paws to you.

"Peanut?" The blonde questioned, one thick eyebrow raising as he looked between you both.

This was a wild Animal and yet you greeted it like some sort of pet!

As your leaned down to give a loving rub to the exposed tummy of the Bear, cooing at it as contentment spread across its features. You intended to recount this mornings full story to ease Wamuu's obvious confusion, however, you didn't so much as get the chance to get a word out before Kars was standing in the room.

He had just been about to head upstairs and absorb himself in his work, when he caught a snippet of what was happening in the kitchen. The Pillarman's crimson eyes wide as he approached, needing to see what was happening for himself.

"Look Kars!" You beamed, grinning up at both gawking Pillarmen as the Bear grasped at your petting hand, playfully trying to gum on your fingers with blunt little teeth. "Peanut came back!"

Kars all but shared in your glee, the pinching of his brows and the drooping of his lips gave away his irritation.

He had dropped Peanut off safely somewhere in the woods, not far from your usual walking path. When he had left, the Cub had still been sound asleep, completely none the wiser to being left behind, and the Pillarman had honestly thought that would be that.

It would seem the creature had imprinted on you more than he anticipated and it only added on to his previous fears.

"I'm afraid I'm in need of an explanation, my Lord..." Wamuu spoke up, tearing his gaze away from you and the Bear Cub you were most happily playing with.

Kars swooped in, taking the Cub away from you for the 2nd time that morning, much like an Eagle dropping from the sky to snatch up a mouse. Peanut pawed at his hardened chest, becoming squirmy in the massive mans hold as he let out a couple of little grunts.

It was as if the Bear knew exactly what Kars intended to do.

"I'll explain it to you in full when I return, Wamuu." He sighed as he begun carrying the squirming woodland creature away from the House towards the woods where he deemed it rightfully belonged.

You waved at the baby Bear as it watched you from over one muscled shoulder with those big honeyed eyes, feeling a little disheartened again but the fact that the Cub came looking for you still made a sweet warmth bloom in your chest.

It would be far from the last time any of you saw Peanut.

Late morning turned to afternoon and the day bloomed into something warm and lovely, like a watered down Summer day. Linens and towels came straight from the washing machine and were headed for the clothesline to dry in the sweet air.

There was absolutely nothing better than falling asleep in bedsheets that had spent all day out on a line in the breeze.

Always happy to help you around the household, Esidisi volunteered to put them out for you as you were already busy doing other things around the house.

He had only turned his back for 2 seconds to hang the first sheet, humming softly to himself as he went, before turning to find a baby Bear making himself at Home in the laundry basket he had carried out. Peanut was rubbing his scent all over the damp linens as he rolled in and pawed at the clean sheets; inevitably dirtying them again.

Esidisi found the whole ordeal hilarious, most especially when he was fed the full story of the morning by you who had come out to see what was taking him so long with his chore.

Kars, on the other hand, didn't find it so very funny.

He especially didn't see the humor in it when he found the two of you playing with Peanut in the yard, entertaining yourselves and the Cub by draping a sheet over him and prying it off like a parachute over and over.

Peanut was taken back to the forest a 3rd time; this time much farther into the woods.

Late afternoon rolled around and Santana finally left the house to go outside; having the sole intention of taking a nap in the fresh air via the hammock that had been recently strung up in the backyard.

Unfortunately, the youngest Pillarman got sidetracked when a little Bear came out of the woodwork and crawled into the hammock with him, mewling and demanding his immediate attention as he was hungry once again.

Kars, the one and only, spirited Peanut away before you and Santana had a chance to make more sandwiches to feed it.

This happened over and over and over again.

It seemed like every time the Pillarman dumped Peanut somewhere, no matter how remote or how far from your Home, the little Bear inevitably found its way back sooner or later; ambling up to you or the others with a mighty hunger and a carefree nature unmatched.

Peanut appeared on the doorstep next morning when you were about to head out for a walk.

Peanut was found digging in the trash bin when Kars was taking out the trash.

Peanut clung to Wamuu's leg as he went out to mow the lawn; the Warrior didn't so much as bat an eye, unhindered, as the Cub held onto his ankle while he worked the mower.

Peanut approached Santana when he was eating chips on the porch; the Pillarmen didn't seem to mind the company nor the fact the Bear ended up upside down in the bag.

Peanut followed you around like you were its one true Mother while you tended the yard and carried out chores.

Peanut sat contently at Esidisi's feet as the man was Barbecuing supper in the evening; the Bear watching him and waiting for supper to be served as if he were the guest of Honor.

Each time, without fail, Kars brought him back to the woods and each time, without fail, Peanut came back.

It was only frustrating him further and further.

Eventually, one quiet and rainy morning Kars went out onto the porch to sit and read; he always enjoyed the sound of rainfall and the fresh earthen smell of a Spring downpour. He had barely been there 5 minutes, not even enough time to get truly immersed in his novel, when suddenly a very wet and cold ball of hair climbed up into his lap, actually making the Pillarman yelp at the shock of the sensation of a freezing cold Cub pressing against his bare skin.

Kars was big and dry and comfortable, like a much bigger and hairless Bear, a place Peanut deemed perfect enough to sit out of the Rain and warm up.

The purple-haired man frowned down at the chubby bundle taking up residence in his lap, Peanut grunted contently as he made himself comfortable. His normally downy soft and dandelion puffed fur was now patterned down and awry, radiating with a dank with a heady, musky Bear smell due to being soaking wet.

It was not at all a pleasant smell to anyone's nose, most especially to a Pillarman's as they were creatures with extra sensitive senses.

Kars, now feeling that this was the final straw, was just about to scoop the creature up into his arms and carry out their usual pick up and drop off routine; this time he intended to take Peanut all the way down river to the farthest side of the forest and leave him there.

He stopped on a dime when two big pools of honey locked onto glimmering rubies.

"Don't look at me like that..." the Pillarman warned, feeling his heart quiver strangely in his chest. The command didn't come out nearly as firm as he intended it to be.

Kars treasured creatures big and small and this creature was so adorable, so small it made his arms itch in ways he hadn't felt since the time he had taken care of the two infants that grew to be Wamuu and Santana. Peanut rolled in his lap, squishing his face against the Pillarman's abs and nuzzling softly; his fur stuck to bare skin in an almost icky way and made his loincloth feel very damp and uncomfortable due to the run off of water.

The Pillarman pursed his lips, forcing himself to bring to mind all the logical points on why this Bear (this nuisance, this danger, this predator) had to go.

Peanut opened his mouth and let out a little yawn and a sneeze, probably just as hungry as he was cold and damp.

Kars' huge hands balled into fists at his sides, his jaw setting tighter and tighter as he felt himself and the walls of his determination crumbling, hating every single millisecond of it before eventually, after an internal struggle that lasted seemingly millennium... he sighed.

Peanut was scooped into his arms and, this time, taken into the House.

☆☆☆

"Really?!" You cried in disbelief, hands going to your mouth as it pulled into an impossibly huge grin.

Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana just sat there, expressions ranging from shock to disbelief of their own.

Surely he couldn't be serious... could he?

Kars let out a long breath, "Yes, dearest." He groaned, still cradling the tiny dampened Bear in the crook of his arm as it clung to his bicep. "We can keep Peanut."

Immediately, to everyone’s amusement but Kars', you were in his lap just as quickly as the Cub had climbed into it. You didn't care one bit that he was a little damp and that some of Peanuts musky stink had rubbed off on him, peppering his face with thousands of kisses as you threw your arms around both the Pillarman and the Cub.

"Oh Kars! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You squealed between your line of kisses.

Nobody had expected Kars to cave in this matter; they honestly expected this to go on and on for some time until Peanut was forced to be the one to give up on finding his way back to the house.

However, despite the fact all of them were pleased and ready to take on this idea of having an actual living Bear around, there came the next matters to attend to.

The ground rules.

"But he cannot stay inside the house." Kars said, that firm nature of his making its return. Peanut had managed to wriggle out of both of your holds and was now ambling around the Livingroom, sniffing everything and everyone in sight. Esidisi was following him around to ensure he wouldn't break anything or get himself into more trouble while Kars was feeling so generous, smiling indulgently as he scooped him up and presented him to the others.

"Ok." You hummed, that part was only to be expected.

But you wouldn't deny that somewhere in the back of your mind you had fantasized about cuddling up to a giant fuzzy Peanut in bed or on the couch.

Kars took in another deep breath and the atmosphere changed, it was as if the temperature dropped in the room. The mans eyes were serious and his features became even more stonelike than the masks he crafted as he pulled you closer to him in his lap.

"I want you to listen to me, dear one." He began, his voice was low and something akin to fridged; it only sent shivers dancing down your spine. "If Peanut grows to be an aggressive creature or too much a hassle to handle, even if he gives any of us the slightest reason to fear he would harm you in any way, shape or form... we'll have to be rid of him. Permanently."

His words hung in the air, making your stomach sink like a rock falling helplessly to the depths of the ocean. A lump was starting to balloon in your throat.

You knew very well what that meant.

The Pillarmen weren't men who took any form of pleasure out of killing Animals; Kars especially... but you knew that he would not hesitate to do so for your sake. His words spoken to you prior on the porch when you first encountered the Cub rang around quite deafeningly in your head.

"Do I make myself clear?" He asked you, his pupils burned absolute holes into your heart as he held your gaze; not unlike a strict parent after giving the scolding of a lifetime.

The best you could do was nod, praying the day you all feared would never come at all or at least not very soon; the latter was perhaps your best hope.

For now, however, you planned on celebrating the day by making a peanut butter sandwich for the newest, and perhaps hungriest, member of your little Family.

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Time passed, as it did for everything, and Peanut grew and grew. He grew from a small and clumsy little Bear Cub into a bigger and gangly Juvenile Bear by mid Summer.

Sometimes the Bear would disappear at night into the woods, just after supper of course, but there were also times he would just sleep close to the house; most specifically by the front porch. Peanut still followed you around outside as you did anything, always greeting you with a grunt as he flopped onto his back to reveal his belly and were always more than happy to rub it when he did.

His appetite did indeed grow and the simple peanut butter namesake was no longer truly fulfilling to him; nothing more than a sweet morsel to lick up as a treat.

Peanut had to be shown how to properly hunt for himself and that was something you and Esidisi decided to tackle together, taking him down to the river on the hottest days to teach him to to fish for himself. Those days were filled with much laughter on your part where you sat on the bank to watch the Pillarmen wading out in the raging waters with the Bear, hunched forward and making a grab for a slippery and wet flying fish with his hands as they jumped from the water to properly demonstrate.

Eventually, after much trial and error (not to mention Esidisi falling right into the river a handful of times) Peanut was able to catch all the fish he wanted to eat.

Wamuu was a big help in burning off the major energy that came with Peanut growing into an adult Bear. The Warrior often spent hours out in the yard playing with him, going so far as to push and wrestle with the creature, playing simple games like throwing a giant ball around or to even take him on a run through the woods to tire him out.

Sometimes you even tailed behind the pair on your 4 wheeler to get in on the fun and play.

Santana found himself spending his days playing with Peanut too, more often content to help you take care of the beast. You and Santana tried to bath Peanut at least once every 2 weeks to fight against his stinky Bear musk, lathering him up nicely where he sat contently in an old kiddie pool in the yard and hosing him off. Santana would spend a lot of time with Peanut as the Bear napped, scratching his back and finger combing the knots out of his fur; even plucking annoying ticks from the Bears body when he found them.

You found it quite disturbing, and more than a little gross, as to how Santana could hold the bloated insects between his fingers and pop them upon finding them. You swore you could hear the red-head chuckle lowly each time you let out a disgusted gag when he done it.

And Kars, he found himself dotting over and spoiling Peanut with affection just as much as you did.

The Pillarman would deny any claims that he snuck the Bear peanut butter sandwiches between meals or even peanut butter straight from the jar but you knew the truth. It was hard to miss as it seemed Peanut would immediately give Kars a good sniffing upon seeing him, obviously checking for any delicious treats he happened to be keeping concealed.

By late Fall, Peanut was a fully grown Adult Bear.

In fact, he had swollen to such an immense size, he was something of a rival to the Pillarmen; by that time it was something of a relief he was a gentle giant. He was still a wild Animal but he was also a loving pet to you and the 4 Pillarmen.

One day, Peanut stumbled out into the woods and didn't return. Snow came not long after and then the brutal and fridged season of Winter truly begun.

Peanut had disappeared but you knew he wasn't far in the woods, hopefully holed up in a cave and hibernating.

Winter passed slowly, more slowly than it ever had before. As December ticked away to January and eventually February, the others didn't miss how much you missed your Peanut; he was all you could talk about somedays! You weren't the only one who missed him however, not missing the wistful looks passing over the faces of the others upon seeing a segment on Black Bears airing on National Geographic or opening the fridge to find the jar of peanut butter sitting there; untouched and almost begging to be eaten.

March went bye, then April and the snow had long melted away due to the heavy rainfall but still, Peanut did not make his return.

You were seriously starting to worry by this time. What if he hadn't been hibernating all along? What if a Hunter had gotten to him? Or what if... he forgot about you?

The Pillarmen could only console you so much, trying their best not to give you false hope by saying things along the lines of "I'm sure he'll be around!" and make things worse as they really did not know of Peanut's fate either...

It was well over a year since you had first taken in the Cub and now there was no sign of him anywhere.

But just when you were starting to give up all hope of seeing your prized Bear and companion again, you opened the door one morning as you prepared to go on your morning walk to be met with shock.

You just about jumped out of your skin as an earth rattling roar hit your eardrums, sending a jolt of fear striking through your body like lightning and screaming in primal terror at the sight before you. A Black Bear that was larger than life stood on its haunches off the porch, its maw open and its breath showing like hot puffs of steam as it growled out into the cold Spring air; asserting its presence for miles.

For one terrible and too long of a moment, you thought you would be slaughtered on your own doorstep by your most favorite Animal on Earth.

Your terror was short-lived however, as the monstrous beast you feared would devour you whole suddenly flopped onto its back and turned its belly to the sky.

"PEANUT!" You cried, spreading your arms wide as you ran to flop on top of the creature; your friend and pet.

It wasn't long after when all 4 Pillarmen were standing out on the porch, your screech having been heard from inside the house.

"Look Kars!" You beamed, rubbing the gargantuan tummy with a wide grin; eliciting a content grunt from the Bear. "Peanut came back!

Kars could only smile this time and shake his head.

Peanut had come back again, without fail; just as he always done and the Pillarmen were quite happy he was here to stay...