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Pentan Cultural Overview: Non-Pentans

There are a number of different peoples in and around Pent who are not the Pentans, and each one tends to be treated differently. Some are traditional allies or subjects, others traditional enemies.

Half-Men

The Half-Men around Pent generally do not ride horses, though the Lunars have a mix of horse and non-horse-based cavalry forces, and the Dara Happans use a mix of ridden horses and chariots. The Orlanthi are known to ride horses, as well.

The Lozarli

The Half-Men of Pent proper are mostly made up of the Lozarli, a culture that generally follows the Pentan way of life, but does not accept the ways of the horse. They accept the Law of Yu-Kargzant, but primarily worship Lozarl, Oria, Eyritha and the Herd Mothers. Other Pentan gods also appear in their worship, but without their horse secrets. The Lozarli often possess secrets of Earth magic, and may use Orayan names for their gods, especially if they live along the Arcos River.

They make their livings as farmers and sedentary herders, living in small villages scattered throughout Pent. In areas around monasteries or mines, they are often permanent subjects of the Pentans that run the monasteries or mines, and are often distinguishable from their rulers primarily by their inability to ride. Those Lozarli who live along the Pentan rivers typically worship the local river god as equal to Lozarl and Oria.

The Orayans

Oraya is closely related to Pent, and many Pentan alliances have conquered it, demanding tribute from its people. Several Pentan tribes have lived in Oraya throughout history, as well. However, the majority of its people in the Third Age are Half-Men farmers who follow a pantheon of Earth goddesses.

In the time before Sheng Seleris, Oraya is disputed. The spread of the Lunar Way is continuing, and several tribes of the Pentans that inhabit the area are converting, integrating the Red Goddess and Seven Mothers into their worship. The Half-Men of the region have traditionally worshipped the goddess Daroria, whom the Pentans identify with both Oria and Eyritha, as the creator of all things, from which all other gods descend. The Seven Mothers cult is likewise growing among their number.

Oraya is being actively targeted for colonization by the Lunars, and will become a central zone of conflict in the Seleran Wars.

The Zarkosings

The Zarkosings are the people of the valleys Jarst and Garsting as well as the shores of the Elf Sea. They are primarily goat herders and farmers, generally paying tribute to the most powerful tribes of Oraya or the Andarkon. They descend from an ancient hero, Zarkos the Founder, and were once a holding of the Dara Happans. All that remains of Dara Happan rule today is a Second Age Sun Dome temple of Yelmalio in Jarst, which rules independently but usually pays tribute to whichever Pentan tribe has conquered the region most recently.

The Zarkosings, also called the Zarkos and Ozarkos, tend to resent their Pentan orverlords and the demands for crop tribute. They reject the Pentan ways and cannot ride horses, but are known to be extremely skilled skirmishers with powerful sling magic. Their chief gods are their ancestor Zarkos the Founder, and the beast gods Father Lion and Mother Goat, whom some say are named Durbaddath and Miapora.

The Balazarings

The Balazarings, also called the Votanki, are the human inhabitants of the Elder Wilds, a culture of hunter-gatherer clans who are great masters of dog breeding. Their dogs are highly prized in Pent, but the Balazarings are otherwise considered poor and not worth conquering for tribute, especially as the Second Age stone citadels their leaders reside in are irritating to siege. Instead, they are typically dealt with by trade caravans on their way to buy lumber from the elves of the Elder Wilds.

The Balazarings primarily worship the spirits of the Elder Wilds, and particular the hunting spirit Brother Dog. Others have adopted the ways of the southern Orlanthi or the distant Lunars, while others follow Yelmalio as best they can or attempt to learn the ways of Kargzant to use with their small ponies.

Besides the many powerful spirits the Balazarings worship, they also venerate the hero-king Balazar, who founded their way of life after the destruction of the Empire of Wyrms Friends, and pay respect to ancient Zarkos, who is their distant ancestor.

The Chen Dureli

The Half-Men of Chen Durel are seen as the remnants of ancient cousins to the Pentans, deluded and seduced by darkness and falsehood. They were conquered long ago by trolls, and then again by the Dragon Emperor of Kralorela, and the two have battled each other ever since. As far as the Pentans are concerned, the Chen Dureli are worth raiding for their wealth, but attempting to force tributary conquest on them is foolish, as it means getting in between the trolls and the Kralori. Better to sell mercenary services to either side. Chen Durel is also a vital trade partner, as they are the only way to access Kralori goods without having to raid.

The Chen Dureli primarily worship the Black Sun, whom the Pentans identify as a strange form of Basko, but their worship bears little resemblance to the Pentan worship of that god, being derived from a trollish understanding. They also worship strange past suns, such as the Blood Sun and the Solar Storm, which the Pentans claim must be false or forbidden descendants of Yu-Kargzant, and the dark anti-dragon Sekever, whom the Pentans do not understand at all. Other troll gods, Kralori practices, and even some adoption of Pentan shamanism or Lunar gods can be found among the Chen Dureli, who take sides between their Kralori overlords and their former troll masters.

The Chen Dureli also consider trollkin to be part of their society, broadly equal to humans. The Pentans consider trollkin to be a small, weak sort of troll that is treacherous and stupid, but less dangerous than normal trolls and easier to kill. Pentans who deal extensively with the Chen Dureli tend to be less openly hostile towards trollkin, but still tend not to respect them.

The Kralori

Reaching Kralorela requires passing through either Chen Durel or the Shanshan Mountains, never a short journey and often not an easy one. However, the Kralori are one of the wealthiest peoples near Pent, and so they are a favorite target for raiding, often organized by alliances to gather more warriors and thus retrieve more silk and other valuable goods. Trade with Kralorela is indirect and must be done through Chen Durel, a fact which only encourages the Pentans to see the Kralori as fearful xenophobes.

The Kralori are the traditional enemies of the Shanshan Mountains beast people, and much of what the Pentans understand about the Kralori comes from them. They believe the Kralori descend from dragons that interbred with humans and lost their draconic nature and understanding.

The Kralori worship many gods, which the Pentans identify as dragons or parts of dragons, and Pentans stereotype the Kralori as having few proper priests, only strange mystics who pursue the secrets of dragons. The Kralori identify some of their pantheon as antigods, which oppose the gods and the mortal peoples of the world, but the Pentans have never had a firm understanding of what this theologically means. Their most important deities, as the Pentans understand it, are their ancient Emperors, the three of whom the Pentans care about most being TanGatHa the Ancestral Dragon, whom the Pentans identify as an ancient sky dragon or deity that may or may not be the father of Yu-Kargzant, the Yellow Emperor HeenMaroun the Sun Dragon, whom the Pentans identify as a draconic form of Yu-Kargzant, and Metsyla the Eagle Phoenix Emperor, whom the Pentans identify as possibly a misunderstood form of Kargzant or possibly another, unknown son of Yu-Kargzant.

The Lunars

The Lunar Empire is a growing power in the west of Pent, having risen with the Red Moon and defeated the Carmanian Bull Shahs that once threatened the lands around Dara Happa. They have quickly spread to encompass the Dara Happan lands, preaching their Red Goddess and her mystical nature that embraces all things. Most Pentans do not particularly like the Lunars, who are rumored to consort with Chaos and known to recruit and work with the Blue Moon Plateau trolls.

The Red Moon has a bad reputation in Pent. It rose into the sky during a terrible famine, and it was seen as a bad omen and an enemy of the hero AgartuSay, who led the Pentans out of that famine in a Hero Contest. The claims of the Red Goddess to be the daughter of Yu-Kargzant and the true ruler of all things, whose son is the khan of the world, do not help her case among traditionalist Pentans, who consider this claim a usurpation of Yu-Kargzant's rule and a denial of the true way.

The Lunars worship the Red Moon as a goddess, supported by the Seven Mothers, mortals who transformed her from a mortal soul into a divine awakening in some mystical process that most Pentans find difficult to follow but which apparently made them into demigods in service to the Red Goddess. The great leaders of the Lunar Empire who spread this religion now are the Red Emperor, who is the son of the Red Goddess, and Hon-Eel, a priestess of immense power over the earth and life.

The Lunars' cities are quite wealthy, making them both an attractive raiding target and an attractive trade partner. Tensions are rising, especially as Lunar missionaries make their way into Oraya and even Pent proper in trade caravans. Pentan tribes have repeatedly supported wars against the Lunars, seeking their wealth and power, but others such as the Char-Un have converted to the Lunar Way after losing to Lunar forces. When AgartuSay returns as Sheng Seleris, the conflict will come to a head, as the Lunars try to deny his power as the avatar of Yu-Kargzant, and he will seek to deny the Red Goddess' right to rule over the sun. The Seleran Wars will become the central conflict of the age.

The Dara Happans

The Dara Happans are, to the Pentans, the archetypal urban civilization, and the name for them is, in fact, simply the City People, though that term is now also used to refer to any culture that primarily lives in towns and cities. They are seen as foolish cousins to Pent, the people from whom Hyalor emerged but also the people whose ways he rejected.

The Dara Happans are generally seen as effete, wealthy and fundamentally unable to rule themselves. At the Dawn, they were ruled over by the Sons of the Sun, a splinter group of Pentans that returned to Dara Happa and were eventually corrupted by their urban ways. The Pentan view is that the Dara Happans are continuously conquered by others, but corrupt them with their immense wealth and never end up truly changing. Their latest conquerors are the Lunars, whose Red Emperor is trying to adopt the Dara Happan ways to pacify them, as so many conquerors have done.

The Dara Happans' chief god is Yelm, the Sun Emperor of the universe, whom the Pentans identify with Yu-Kargzant. They share many gods with Pent, but reject others, including the beloved Galana Horsequeen. They disdain Rebellus Terminus, whom the Pentans identify as West King Wind and claim bent knee to Yu-Kargzant, and they reject Kargzant as a barbarian, binding him in chains and calling him Yelmalio. Worst of all, they claim the chief of gods under Yelm is Antirius, whom the Pentans say is the source of all the weakness of the City People, an inflexible and tyrannical deity. Most Pentans feel sympathy for the Dara Happans and several tribes have ridden to aid rebellions, but as a whole the tribes tend to believe them essentially unable to free themselves from Lunar rule due to their inherent weaknesses.

The Praxians

The Praxians are the southern neighbors of Pent. They live a similarly nomadic lifestyle, but Prax is a much poorer land than Pent, often unblessed by good rainfall and strong rivers. The Praxians are also one of the most hated enemies of Pent, because while they share many cultural values, the Praxians commit one of the most disgusting acts Pent can imagine: they ride herd animals that are not horses. The disgust tends to flow both ways, for the Praxians despise the horse.

The Praxians are respected for their strength in battle, but that is all. They are frequently mocked in Pentan stories, most particularly those involving the trickster imp Niti Fer a Waha, who was impressed by their evil god, Waha, and took to emulating him and borrowing his name, proving his every act foolish. War against the Praxians is fierce when it occurs, but is primarily over grazing rights along the border with Prax and the Wasteland rather than raids for wealth. The Praxians are seen as a poor people whose wealth is largely in their herds, which have not usually done well in Pent when stolen.

The chief gods of the Praxians are the Herd Mother Eirithia, whom the Pentans identify with Eyritha, the Storm Bull, whom the Pentans identify with South Rage Wind, and their son, Waha the Butcher, whom the Pentans reject as an evil deity for tricking humans into riding animals that are not horses, though at least they recognize that these are true herds, whose mothers were mistreated and bound by a bad brother. Some Pentans believe that the Praxian herd gods might be rescued from bondage to Waha, but others claim that they deserve their fate for rejecting the ways of Pent.

The Orathorn

Castle Orathorn sits in southern Pent, one of the few major structures that is neither a monastery nor part of a mining settlement. It is the home of the Orathorn, a small collection of immortal, blue-skinned sorcerers served by undead slaves. The Pentans have never been able to drive out or defeat the Orathorn, though the wizards have also shown little desire to leave their castle and fight in the first place, so they have not often tried.

The Orathorn have ruled their castle for as long as anyone can remember. Legends speak of their arrival some time before the Darkness, but there is no clear agreement on when they arrived or from where. They are said to have been related to the Blue Logic Men that were defeated by Hurfor, and the Cult of Judges have long hated them. However, the hatred is not returned. The Orathorn have been used as mercenary sorcerers by various tribes throughout history, and while their use is seen as somewhat shameful and wrong, they have achieved a certain level of acceptance in Pent. They are evil sorcerers, but they are evil sorcerers of Pent, better than outsider sorcerers.

The Pentans have very little understanding of the beliefs of the Orathorn. They know the wizards reject worship of gods, and that there are less than a hundred of them in total. They also know that the Orathorn are sworn to raise as undead every person they kill, which is part of why they are terrifying mercenaries, but also have been known to show up to defend the healers of Erissa from other undead or the forces of Chaos and are known to be exceptionally skilled at healing sorcery. The cult of North War Wind says that the Orathorn have sworn to defeat Death, making them very dangerous fools.

The Orathorn neither herd nor farm, though some say their skeletal servants raise food for them within the castle, and occasionally pale merchants with skeletal horses and servants will ride out to trade from Castle Orathorn. Most tribes that travel near Castle Orathorn have learned that attacking these merchants risks drawing down the wrath of the sorcerers.

The Orlanthi

The Orlanthi are a distant people, relatively young by Pentan reckoning. They live in the lands around Tarsh and Dragon Pass. Once there were older Orlanthi in Dragon Pass, but all of them were devoured by dragons during the Dragonkill Wars, at the end of the Second Age. Their lands were left empty until eventual resettlement from other parts. Indeed, the Windburner Pure Horses, who were driven into Prax after their failed effort to destroy the Four Winds tribes, eventually settled in the distant lands of Dragon Pass.

The irony is not lost on those Pentans who keep track of distant lands. The Windburners, now calling themselves the Grazelanders, have surrounded themselved with those who follow the gods they once hated. The Orlanthi worship Orlanth, after all, and the Pentans identify him with West King Wind. They also worship Ernalda, whom the Pentans identify with Oria, and either Elmal or Yelmalio, both of whom the Pentans identify as a misunderstood Kargzant and have some difficulty telling apart.

The Pentans tend to consider Orlanthi strange people, lawless and unconcerned with justice. They are decently wealthy but bad subjects for tributary rule, as they are as wildly independent as the Pentans themselves. Most are too distant for easy raiding, though, and in general, the Pentans give little consideration to them.

Trolls, the Dark People

The trolls first emerged into the world in Pent. Before the Darkness, no trolls left the Underworld, which had been their home. However, they were blinded by Yu-Kargzant's light when he passed into the Underworld, and Basko led them to the Hellcrack, from which they poured in uncountable numbers. Now, they can be found across much of the continent of Genertela. The Pentans know several truths: trolls are always hungry, trolls can and will eat anything, including people, and trolls hate and fear fire, for it blinds and burns them. Trolls are one of the ancient enemies of the Pentans, though in some cases, they can be dealt with peacefully, and they will almost always help fight Chaos.

While a significant number of trolls inhabit North Pent, they do not have their own trollish culture or nation. The Pentans are unsure why, but the trolls of North Pent have always ended up forming only small clans that may or may not claim allegiance to one of the troll nations that neighbor on Pent. Generally speaking, Pentans consider themselves at war with trolls at large and will attack most trolls they encounter if they believe victory is possible.

Trolls all share certain gods. Most notable is their worship of Kyger Litor, the mother of all trolls. Besides this, the most common gods are Zorak Zoran, a god of hatred and destruction who is the enemy of many Pentan gods, Argan Argar, the troll god of trade and shadow, and Gorakiki, the goddess of insects, and the goddess Xiola Umbar, the troll goddess of mercy and the only troll god that is friend to Yu-Kargzant.

The Chen Dureli Trolls

When the trolls emerged from the Hellcrack, they split into many groups that went in many directions. However, those who chose to follow Basko further went east, to the lands of Chen Durel. They were welcomed by the people of Chen Durel, who embraced the Black Sun and welcomed the trolls as their new rulers. They ruled over Chen Durel for centuries, often warring with their southern neighbors, the Kralori.

The Kralori defeated the trolls seven hundred years ago, in the Second Age. When the Dragon Emperor returned to Kralorela at that time, he drove most of the trolls from Chen Durel's best lands. They fled further east and north, into their bastions in Dozakiland, Eristiland, and Koromondol. They have ruled these lands ever since, demanding human sacrifices and tribute from the few humans that make their homes there. Despite their demands, many of the people of Chen Durel remain loyal to their former masters and support the return of the trolls. They foment rebellion against the Kralori and make alliance with the dark people and their shadow demon allies.

The Pentans tend to see the trolls of Chen Durel as the least bad kind of troll. They honor Basko in their own strange and brutal way, after all. While no troll can be trusted, the trolls of Chen Durel have proven to be potential allies in raiding the Kralori, and their constant wars against the Half-Men of Kralorela have made them reliable clients for mercenary work. Most trade with trolls is done with those who hail from or descend from Chen Durel. The trolls of Chen Durel worship Basko the Black Sun as one of their chief gods.

The Snow Trolls

The Snow Trolls descend from those who traveled northeast after exiting the Hellcrack, settling on the Glacier of Valind. They are easily the most hated kind of troll, for they serve the gods of Winter and carry with them the snows and chill winds. They can be easily told from other trolls by their thick furs, though it is unclear if these are part of their bodies or things that they wear, and by their wielding of terrible ice. They are often accompanied by hollri winter-demons.

The majority of the Snow Trolls live across the White Sea, but they are well known for sailing on ice-boats to attack the Pentan coastline, taking livestock, wealth and captives back with them. None ever return, and they are as willing to capture and eat other trolls as they are Pentans or Half-Men. The ice trolls are nearly impossible to negotiate with, save through the cult of Elyu-Ene, and no Pentan has ever seen a trollkin among them. The Pentan troll clans that align with the Snow Trolls of the Glacier tend to be highly aggressive.

Pentans almost never make peace with the Snow Trolls, who forego the worship of Argan Argar in favor of the hated Himile and Valind. They are, however, also known to be followers of the troll god Boztakang Chaos Killer, and can be relied on to help fight Chaos no matter who they must work with to do so. This temporary alliance will last only and exactly until the Chaos has been defeated, however.

The Blue Moon Plateau Trolls

The trolls of the Blue Moon Plateau west of Pent are wealthy and powerful, either allies or subjects of the Lunar Empire. They do not hate Chaos as much as most trolls, and they have proven nearly impossible to drive out of the Plateau in the few times Pentan warlords have tried. The trolls of the Plateau are sometimes found serving alongside the Lunar forces.

Blue Moon trolls are generally viewed with intense suspicion and fear by the Pentans. The only constant they have been able to trust with most trolls is their hate of Chaos, and the Blue Moon trolls do not seem to have that. They are treacherous, dangerous, and worst of all, safe from most cavalry attack in their caves on the plateau. While the Snow Trolls may be more aggressive, the Blue Moon trolls are one of the most fearsome enemies near Pent.

The chief goddess of the Blue Moon trolls is reportedly the invisible Blue Mon Goddess, Anilla, though they also worship the Red Goddess of the Lunars. Most Pentans assume that the Blue Moon trolls must not worship the normal troll gods, but it is hard to say for sure.

The Dagori Inkarth Trolls

The trolls of Dagori Inkarth left Pent for the south, following the hero-warlords Gore and Gash. They have been the masters of the land between Prax and Pent, marking the land itself with darkness. Dagori Inkarth is a land of shadow and darkness, particularly the area known as Shadows Dance, where even Yu-Kargzant's light cannot fully drive out the shadow that lies on the land.

The trolls of Dagori Inkarth are wealthy and have been a frequent target of raiding since before the Dawn. It has proven entirely impossible to dislodge them from Dagori Inkarth or to conquer them for any real length of time, but it is possible for a brave Pentan warlord to exact tribute for a time or steal away glory and wealth from their giant insect ranches and mushroom farms.

The trolls of Dagori Inkarth are more devoted to Zorak Zoran and Gorakiki than trolls elsewhere, and also worship the Mushroom Mother, Mee Vorala. They are some of the most conservative and trollish trolls around, disdaining the worship of less traditional gods like Basko, Himile or the Red Moon.

Elves, the Tree People

According to Pentan legend, in the time before the First Herd formed, the Tree People ruled over a great forest that covered much of Pent and Dagori Inkarth. Their rule was relatively benevolent, but they fought each other, the trolls, and many other peoples. It is not remembered what, exactly, destroyed the Pentan forests before the coming of Chaos, but there have been no elves in Pent proper ever since.

The elves are found in the Elder Wilds, south of Pent. They are generally considered not worth raiding, as they do not gather wealth in the way most Pentans understand it. Further, they are known to be friends of Kargzant and kin to Oria. Instead of fighting, most Pentan dealings with the elves are through trade. Pentan caravans travel to the Bear Woods, where they trade metal goods other things the elves cannot make for valuable wood, which is rare in Pent.

The Pentans know that the elves of Bear Woods are different in some way from their more wild neighbors in the High Wood to the south, but are unclear on what the difference is. They know the elves worship the goddess Aldrya, who is a daughter of Oria and some ancient god, and that a rare few elves worship Kargzant (or perhaps Yelmalio). They are also believed to worship plant spirits, though in general, the Pentans have little understanding of elf practices. They know that the elves hate farmers, however, for overcutting trees.

A smaller group of elves live in the Redwood Forest in Dagori Inkarth. They provide less trade for the Pentans, but caravans still occasionally head to their woods to buy lumber. They are enemies of the trolls of Dagori Inkarth, and it is considered honorable and brave to help them defend themselves from troll attack.

Dragonewts

The Dragonewts are a mysterious people, small fragments of dragons which live independent lives as dragon-men. They make their home primarily in the Elder Wilds and Dragon Pass, though some can be found in Kralorela. Dragonewts do not make any effort to talk to humans, and the Pentans do not have a clear understanding of them.

Once, they did talk to humans. These humans built the Empire of Wyrms Friends in Dragon Pass, and they tried to become dragons themselves. The Pentans agree that this was foolish - a dragonewt can become a dragon, because a dragonewt is clearly a portion of a dragon already. A human becoming a dragon is much more difficult, only ever achieved by Godunya, Dragon Emperor of Kralorela. He was the sole survivor of the Empire of Wyrms Friends.

This is because the people of the Empire betrayed the dragons, stealing their powers. An army of Dara Happans, Carmanians and Praxians went to Dragon Pass to defeat their powers and the dragons alike. The dragons, angered, rose up and slew everyone, sealing away Dragon Pass until it was reopened by the Windburner Pure Horses, who sought refuge after being driven from both Pent and Prax.

The Pentans did not take part in the battle with the dragons. They tend to find dragonewts strange and fascinating creatures, wise but consumed by inhuman mysteries. Pentan legends treat dragonewts as dangerous beings who act unpredictably, but who speak in riddles that grant wisdom and power if unraveled. It is considered bad luck to harm a dragonewt, though having the strength and audacity to kill a full dragon is admired and glorious.

Beast People

The Beast People is the category into which the Pentans place the Hsunchen cultures around them - animals who are people, rather than humans who can become animals. They typically do not consider Beast People capable of committing crimes, especially if their actions are close to those of the animals they are related to. Pentans tend to be predisposed to like Beast People, or at least to view them in a similar way as they do normal animals. While it is not technically illegal to eat Beast People, it is considered extremely unlucky and very likely to curse you.

Qa Ying, the Eagle People

The Qa Ying, the Eagle People, are not actually Hsunchen - but the Pentans neither know this nor particularly care. They see a people who are born with wings and live in the high mountains and consider them to be eagles in human shape. Qa Ying are seen as the chosen and blessed children of the skies, and to see one is very lucky.

Qa Ying clans tend to live high in the mountains, and so trade with them is relatively infrequent. They are most often seen when they come to raid herds for food. Despite their penchant for raiding, the Pentans remain largely very positive towards the Qa Ying, and try to drive them off with minimal violence. Most Pentans are completely unable to tell the warring Qa Ying clans apart, though.

The Qa Ying are known to worship a god they call the King Violent Wind, whom the Pentans identify as West King Wind, though they reject Oria and other earth goddesses. Instead, they say that he is married to the Merciful Rain Consort, whom the Pentans identify as Tarhel, Heltar, or both. They also worship an eagle god, the Blazing Wings Hunter, as one of their progenitors and the lord of sky shamans. The Pentans identify this as the god Vrimak, friend of Tholm. Last, the Qa Ying follow the Inner Wind Sage as the lord of wind shamans. The Qa Ying have more shamans than priests. They do not speak the secret names of their gods in public, using only titles.

Damali, the Fallow Deer and Antelope People

The Damali are the collective herds of the Deer and Antelope People, making their homes in the foothills of the Shan Shan range. They divide themselves into a number of clans, each of which follows the spirit of a specific kind of fallow deer or antelope. The Pentans tend to see them as nervous, fearful people. They are not wealthy, and typically have little worth the effort of stealing, so Pentans rarely seek them out.

The Damali live as nomads, moving through the foothills and surviving on what the various plants they gather and the small animals that they hunt. The Deer People are generally peaceful and do not raid the Pentan herds, so they are seen as lucky to run into. However, Pentans are more than happy to prey on deer and antelopes, so most Damali try to keep their animal kin away from the Pentans and approach them only when there might be some benefit.

The Damali do not worship gods, per se. They honor Damal, the Antlered One, but most of their time is spent on the local spirits of the land and the animals. They are led by shamans, whom the Pentans have noted typically wear the clothing of the opposite of their gender.

Chen-Ga, the Snow Leopard People

The Chen-Ga are very rarely seen, the Snow Leopard People of the high mountains of the Shan Shan. The Pentans know them as amazing warriors and ambushers, dangerous to fight and for little reward. The Chen-Ga sometimes descend from the mountains to raid herds, but it is almost never worth reprisal when they return to their mountain homes.

The Pentans have little peaceful contact with the Chen-Ga, knowing of them mostly from their enemies, the Lo-Fak and Damali. They are said to be pure hunters, disdaining any who raise animals or garden. Some say they are able to fly, but the other Beast People say this is not true.

Most Pentans know little of the Chen-Ga beyond this. Some say they worship the winter gods, Himile and Valind, but others say they disdain gods in favor of spirits. They are said to descend from Chengar, the White Hunter, and some say they worship Sakkar, the Hunter of Men and Sabre-Toothed Lord of Fear.

Hsa, the Tiger People

The Hsa live in small family groups spread across the Shan Shan range and parts of northeastern Pent. These families are loosely connected into clans that meet when issues threaten more than a single family, but it is rare for large groups of Hsa to gather unless preparing for war or disaster. The Hsa are aggressive and respected for their strength.

Pentans prefer not to fight the Hsa when they can, but Hsa raids on herds can end up forcing the conflict. The Hsa do not gather wealth as the Pentans reckon it and are strong, stealthy fighters who do not easily give up. The only saving grace is they rarely raid in large groups, but they are adept at avoiding reprisals. They can be negotiated with, but it requires a skilled tracker to find their lairs in the first place.

The Hsa are known to follow their ancestral deity, Hsa, the Tiger God, and to call on his children as spiritual guardians. They have more shamans than priests, but some are known to worship a figure similar to Kargzant, whom they call the Spear Man or Light Keeper. Sometimes, the Hsa are known to call on elfin magic, but it is unclear where they would meet elves.

Lo-Fak, the Yak People

The Lo-Fak are highly respected by the Pentans, stereotyped as wise mystics and sages. They travel the mountains and valleys of the Shan Shan range as well as the plains of northeastern Pent, moving between semi-permanent settlements depending on the season. With the Yak People travel their large herds of yak kin, which they care for with the patience and attention that Pentans treat horses.

The Lo-Fak tend to be large, well muscled and able to carry a young yak on their shoulders, and the Pentans rarely fight them. While they possess herd wealth, it is generally seen as morally wrong (as well as often dangerous) to harm a Lo-Fak and worth doing only in times of great need. Many Lo-Fak clans maintain friendly relations with Pentan tribes near their range, and trade is common. Sometimes, the Lo-Fak will request Pentan aid against their enemies in Kralorela in return for some of the best yak calves any Pentan has ever seen.

The Lo-Fak maintain sacred monasteries honoring their Herd Mother, Lo-Fa, which are considered sacred and forbidden to harm by both Lo-Fak and Pentans alike. They also worship Storm Bull, whom the Pentans call South Rage Wind, and their monks are known to commune with spirits in the way shamans do, as well as to pursue more esoteric mysteries of the dragon they call Korgatsu, the Ancestor of All Beasts.

Gord-Un, the Gopher and Marmot People

The Gord-Un are enemies of the Pentans since the time of the Great Darkness. They are small people, half the size of the Pentans on average, and live underground in tunnel complexes and cave systems that are often ruled over by trolls. In the Darkness, the god Tholm nearly wiped out the marmots and gophers of Pent and nearly killed their divine father, Gord. The Gord-Un have never forgotten nor forgiven.

The Pentans and Gord-Un rarely interact directly, and almost never peacefully. The Gord-Un prefer to hide underground rather than face Pentans in open battle, for they cannot match the military prowess of Pentan riders. However, they are essentially impossible to drive out of their tunnels, many of which are too small for a Pentan to enter upright and far too small for a horse. The Gord-Un are known to leave deadfalls and other traps to attack the Pentans and cripple their horses, particularly Pentan hunters, whom they hate above all.

The Gord-Un are known to live in large communal groups within their tunnel complexes. They have several tribes, each of which is tied to a specific kind of gopher or marmot. All honor Gord, the Digger in Darkness, as their progenitor and chief god, but have more shamans than priests, who deal with the spirits of darkness as well as the marmot and gopher spirits. Some follow troll gods, particularly Jakaboom the Dancer, Zorak Zoran, or Argan Argar.

Ri-si, the Woodpecker People

The Woodpecker People are a rare and generally peaceful people who live in the foothills of the Shan Shan mountains, particularly the more wooded regions on the Kralorelan side of the range. They are skittish and avoid conflict, retreating to the sky or the mountains to avoid harm. They have little material wealth by Pentan standards, but their great skill at woodcarving sometimes leads tribes to raid them for their lumber or to trade with them for their craft, depending on which seems easier at the time.

Some Pentans consider it wrong to attack the Ri-si, as all birds are ultimately favored by Yu-Kargzant, but others say that woodpeckers gave up the high skies to become pets of the tree spirits and forsook the nature of Fire for Earth, and therefore it is acceptable to raid them. The Ri-si do not attack others often, but are known to stealthily steal herd beasts for food when they are desperate. If pressed, they are skilled archers.

The Ri-si worship Ridra, the Wood Tender, as their mother, a god of woodpeckers. They also worship as her spouse Aldra the Tree Wife, whom the Pentans identify as the elf goddess Aldrya, kin to Oria. They also rely heavily on shamans dealing with plant and mountain spirits, whom they say follow the path of Flamal, the Green Father.

Pujaleg, the Bat People

The Bat People make their homes in the forests and foothills on the eastern side of the Shan Shan mountains. They are known to the Pentans, but rarely encountered except during extended raid campaigns into Kralorela. They are a small people, generally around half the size of a normal Pentan, and are known to divide into different clans, each of which is said to be a different kind of bat. (That said, most Pentans are unable to tell bat species apart.)

The Pujaleg are not generally seen as worth fighting. They are poor warriors by daylight, but they are excellent at hiding and move in darkness with extreme stealth. When angered, they attack by night, making full use of their stealth. Therefore, it is usually seen as a better idea to avoid conflict with the Pujaleg unless they have something truly valuable. As followers of darkness, they cannot easily be trusted, but they are more trustworthy than trolls and can be traded with for valuable dyes.

Little is known of the Pujaleg's religious practices in Pent, but they are said to worship a bat goddess called the Dark Sky Mother, and to have shamans who deal with spirits of darkness and insects. They are said to pay respects to but not actively worship Gorakikki, the troll goddess of insects.

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Huan To, the Anti-Dragons

The Huan To are very confusing to the Pentans. Superficially, they resemble Dragonewts, but with a distorted, oversized head and mouth. They appear to be Chaotic in nature, but they don't act like most Chaos beings. They are known to practice evil arts of necromancy, but do not appear to be sorcerers. They act in ways that are vaguely similar to Dragonewts, in that they do things that do not make sense a lot of the time, and they claim to be followers of or perhaps parts of the Shadow Dragon, Sekever. Unfortunately, the Huan To do not explain themselves or their connection to Sekever beyond that there is a connection.

It would be easy to assume they are simply Chaotic Dragonewts, except for a few things that don't fit. The Pentans know enough about Sekever and his place in Chen Durel to know he is probably not a creature of Chaos - especially because the trolls do not hate and fear him. Likewise, while they seem Chaotic according to the followers of South Rage Wind, the Huan To and trolls do not hate each other and rarely fight.

In fact, the Huan To are much more reasonable and able to communicate with humans than other Dragonewts, if they are Dragonewts at all. They are still alien, but understand the idea of rewarding those who help them, and are happy to part with wealth and resources in exchange for assistance in their goals. Those goals seem to largely involve the destruction of the Dragon Emperor of Kralorela, as far as anyone can tell. While the Kralori hate and fear them, the Huan To have frequently hired Pentans, Praxians, Beast People, trolls, and other enemies of Kralorela. There are rarely betrayals, either. Their associations with Chaos and undeath keep the Pentans at arm's length, but it is not too rare for a Pentan tribe to work with a Huan To leader for a time.

Dwarves, the Stone People

Pentans have very little direct contact with the Stone People. There are a group known to live in Prax, and another, different group that live in the Elder Wilds, near the lands of Balazar. The former are too far in a hostile land to speak with, and the latter refuse to speak with the Pentans or trade with them directly, though sometimes dwarven goods can be gotten from the Balazarings.

It is generally assumed, however, that the reason for this hostility was the theft of the secrets of iron. The Pentans know that dwarves hate theft and have very, very long memories, for they are the children of stone, which does not forget. The Cult of Judges say it is best not to deal with dwarves, for they practice unholy sorceries and deny the good gods, but their works have always held interest for the Smiths of Pent, who want more dwarf secrets of alchemy and metal.

The dwarves are said to worship their creator, who is called Mostal the Eternal, and the sages of Pent believe the goal of the dwarves is to remake the entire world in his image. However, no one can be sure, as no Pentan has spoken directly to a dwarf in living memory. The Balazarings say the dwarves are reliable but never negotiate - they simply present a deal, then leave if it is not accepted. They also say the dwarves have terrible weapons and should not be fought.

Gonn Orta and the Giants

The Giants of Prax and the Elder Wilds are large, violent beings who are mostly too difficult to communicate with to be worth bothering about. They possess little usable wealth, though sometimes their homes contain vast amounts of food, and they are too dangerous to be worth fighting. Worse, those in Prax are sometimes allies of the Praxians, assisting the hated perverts in fighting.

However, there is an exception: Gonn Orta, a giant who is a priest of Issaries. He runs a large fortress at the edge of the Elder Wilds which is a useful trading post. Many Pentan caravans have traveled there, finding rare goods and dealing even with enemies without trouble. Peace is the law at Gonn Orta's Pass in the Rockwood Mountains, and none dare break it, for risk of both the giant's wrath and that of the god Issaries.

The Pentans are unsure how long giants live. There has always been a Gonn Orta, as long as the stories have been told about trade and travel. Some say it is a name inherited from father to son, others that Gonn Orta is older than the Dawn.

#pent #glorantha #gloranthaposting #secret history of the horse sun #rpg #heroquest #questworlds #hsunchen #qa ying

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chilopodacrudus · 6 months ago

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Who do you Want to Be? Chapter 20: It Only Takes a Second

CW: Graphic depictions of violence; cannibalism, cults, (extremely NON romanticized) physical and verbal abuse, major character death, death, blood and torture.

Piers frantically walked over to Casey; hesitating before stepping out of the cage, his words finally hit him. “Me? Getting out...no you are too if I am.” Adrenaline hit. He stared down at the keys in Casey’s hands and rolled his head back with a soft laugh; eyes wild. “You’re really in it this time Casey.”

Casey: He had long since given up hope for himself but the least he could do was release Johnny’s attack hound to deliver a final bite. “No...I..I have doubts for me but you’re getting out; I’ll make sure of that.”

Piers: A plan; he had a plan, some many moons ago, he filtered through the pages in his mind. He saw a syringe; a sedative, the medical room, he knew how to get there. He remembered something else. “Do you remember the promise I gave you?”

Casey: Shaking he laughed and led Piers out of the basement. “Vaguely?”

Piers: “I promised I’d keep you safe didn’t I?” A smile on his lips; allowing Casey to steer him up the stairs and to the main hall. It was dark; good, he could work with this.

Casey: “I’m kinda...I’m kinda playing this by ear here so I’m was hoping you would have...something...to go off of after this.” Panic was setting in; he had snatched Johnny’s keys as the man lay sleeping, he prayed he’d not noticed but he couldn’t be sure.

Piers: “He’s got a gun.” Smiling down at Casey as he pieced the situation together. “You’ve got the keys though.” Gripping his hands against Casey’s wrist he navigated the map in his mind to the medical storage room; urging Casey to unlock it. “Ketamine…” As Casey undid the lock Piers rushed in and frantically searched through the copious amount of drugs in front of him. “If he’s still asleep...not instant though...he could still try something but he needs to go under.” He had found it; grabbing a syringe he shakily filled it and brought it with him. Grasping onto it in a white knuckle grip; eyes wide. “Are you ready?”

Casey: He had long since been ‘done’ but was he ready for this? That’s a very different question. “Sure.” He’d just follow Piers’ lead as they both make their way to the small holding room near the kitchen.

Piers: Making one last stop; he walked into the small room. A flood of voices and names filled his head; he had done a lot of work here in his time travel, he thought, his blade had kissed flesh more times than he could count. Grabbing the blade in his free hand he flashed a determined look to Casey as the shaking man took the lead; taking them to Johnny’s room.

Johnny HAD been asleep but the sound of footsteps triggered him to roll his eyes over and spit in a panic as he grabbed for Piers’ muzzle remote; causing Piers mouth to snatch shut. But Piers wasn’t fazed; Johnny’s eyes turned to Casey as he instinctively reached for his gun and fired off a shot at him, drilling Casey in the arm and causing him to give a sharp yell. Piers saw red. Casey snatched the remote to Piers muzzle before Johnny could test out the third button he had installed, unlocking Piers mouth then holding the device close to his chest. Piers rolled his jaw and grinned. “You missed me.” A stern voice on his lips and Piers was upon him. “THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? DOWN YOU STUPID DOG.” Johnny snapped to the side; repositioning his gun as Casey wrestled it from his hand, Piers helping by pinning him to the bed, syringe still clasped and ready. “Not this time ‘master’. Are you okay Casey?” His voice turned calm; nonchalant. Johnny had heard this voice many times before, it lit his mind on fire. “NONONO YOU DON’T WANT TO DO THIS...they’ll never stop…” He smirked. “They’ll never stop hunting you if you do this you FUCKING IDIOT.”

Casey: “I’m...I’m hit but I’m okay...I think…” Panting he drank in the expression on Johnny’s face; rolling his eyes back at his words. He knew it would be bad for them after this; he didn’t care. Piers didn’t either.

“Well that’s just something we’ll have to deal with as it comes along now won’t we.” Piers spoke as he secured Johnny under him. “Just enough to keep you from getting away; wouldn’t want you to fall unconscious too soon now would we?” Taking the syringe he pierced Johnny’s neck; injecting just enough to sedate him, he wanted him to be awake for this, he needed him to be.

Johnny: His attack dog had finally turned on him. He laughed to himself 'he was always crazy'; his eyes rolled to catch Casey's. 'Didn't figure the idiot had it in him; bad move.' There's something inside of him that made him eager for Piers' bite; eager to feel what he unleashed on the dozens of people that met their end from the fangs of his weapon. He didn't know why; he let those thoughts escape him. All he could feel was fear now; all he could feel was anticipation to an end.

Numbness; but only partially, lit through Johnny’s veins, he thrashed and yelled spitting out whatever words came to him before he saw the glint of Piers blade come into view, ‘fuck he’s really doing this’. “I’ve got money…” Johnny blurted out; gripping onto that thought with all his might. “I’ve got a looot of money Piers...and I can give it to you; money, girls anything you want anything you want at all.” Casey piped in sarcastically. “Yea and you sent quite a bit of money to my bank account didn’t you?...The meek little errand boy couldn’t hurt a fly.” Wildness in his eyes. Piers voice rang in Johnny’s ears. “Looks like we don’t need your money. I can see some other things you don’t need too...you know…” Seizing Johnny’s eye open; it was met with the bite of the tip of his blade, a scream called out, it was over, your pet made his choice. “Why did you have them remove the eyes? I thought that was odd...’religious’ reason maybe? I never was too fond of religion…” Johnny was wordless; only screams met Piers’ ears, he drank them in, they were intoxicating. Plucking the beast’s eyes from his face he ripped them forward and tossed them to the side. Shock hit Johnny; there were no more words. “Can you still hear me?” Piers teased; a sick smirk crawled across his lips, followed by a snarl, then a bite to Johnny’s throat, tearing into his captor’s skin like butter before ripping back and spitting the rotten flesh to the floor. Johnny’s blood tasted like poison on his mouth as he whispered. “You don’t deserve to see me snuff you out.”

Casey had watched; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to but he needed to. He didn’t feel it yet but it was on the horizon. Relief but first they needed to leave; needed to get somewhere safer. “We need to go; gotta get Allison and Doc, we have to leave NOW.” Casey gripped his hand on Piers shoulder; Piers tensed and nearly snatched Casey in his arms as well but he held himself back, eyes rolling forward as he stepped out of the bed and looked down at the man before him. ‘I promised to keep you safe.’ He reminded himself; fresh blood dripping down his neck. He held onto that thought; the latch had no need for Johnny’s name.

Piers: He spurred into action. “You get Allison and Doc; hand me your keys.”

Casey: Handing Piers the keys to his van he took a deep breath and ran to Allison’s room. ‘We did it; we’re free...no no no not yet everything can still go wrong.’ “ALLISON.” He screamed out; stirring her from her sleep. “Johnny’s dead.” The words felt like ecstasy on his mouth. “We need to go. Now.”

Allison: She could barely process what she was hearing; it felt like every emotion hit her chest at once but she didn’t question it. Wordlessly she nodded to Casey; Doc had been sleeping with her that night, she gripped his leash, kicking off her heels and ran down the hall after Casey. “Where’s Piers?”

Casey: “At the van now. We need to leave.”

Allison’s eyes darted around as all three of them rush out to the Van where Piers sit waiting in the drivers seat; frantically tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel. He watched through the rear view mirror as they entered. “Where are we going?” Allison blurted out. “Somewhere else.” Piers met her just as frantic; as they all pull out of the field one last time and tear down the road to somewhere.

Piers: Hours past; the van wasn’t hooked up to the camper, they’d be much too obvious in it anyway, they were obvious in this van too. Piers finally pulled off road into a clearing in the woods; driving as deep into it as he could. He stopped abruptly; a list of tasks rang out in his head. “We’ll have to buy a new vehicle...we need to get an RV...a phone...several phones maybe...getting a job will be hard…” He looked at himself in the mirror and cursed to himself; the mask. “Fuck…” He laughed to himself. “Can’t get the mask off without that stupid cane…”

Allison: She frowned; her panic made way to numbness but there was a hint of excitement in it. She felt bad though. Unhooking her seat belt she crawled into the front seat and placed her hands along the mask making Piers jolt but then relax. “We’ll find a way...don’t worry. We’re past the hard part…” She thought to herself ‘honestly I doubt that’. “We’ve just got to keep going.”

Piers: He felt dizzy but forced a smile. Turning off the van he unbuckled himself and turned to Casey. “Casey’s been shot Allison.” He felt her flinch. “In the arm...I’m not sure how bad.” He leaned into the back seat facing a completely silent Casey; a loving look on his face. “I need to look at it...okay?” A nod from Casey allowed him to continue; he pulled Casey’s sleeve up and examined the wound. It was a bad shot; mostly just grazed him but it was deep enough, a good chunk of flesh had been chewed through on the surface. “You’ll be okay but we need to get some medical supplies. Allison. We’re going to have to drive to town...you’re the only one that can go in a store right now without getting the police called.” He gave a soft chuckle. “We play it by ear.” He reaffirmed with her; his panic lessening but the adrenaline had worn off.

“Yea...play it by ear.” Allison folded the front seat forward to make more room in the back. Urging Piers to crawl back with her. She grabbed Casey gently and laid up against both of them. Piers met them in kind and collapsed in an exhausted lump over top of them; shielding them, protecting them. Doc responded in kind and curled up at their feet. ‘Good People.’ Doc thought. ‘My new family is Good People.’

#horror #violence #graphic depictions of violence #graphic violence #murder #blood #gore #serial killer #original fiction #original story #original horror #horror fiction #horror writing #horror story #oc writing #oc #ao3

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mistergoddess · 6 months ago

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absolutely petrified to take 1 day off work even though i am experiencing burnout to the degree it's become physically taxing... extreme clumsiness and brain fog and so completely drained and fatigued and nauseous and headachey so like at this point i am physically ill from it. and mentally i fear for myself if i keep going like this. because work has been so fucking awful lately and it's starting to show up very much in my mental wellbeing. and ive called out maybe once every TWO months ive worked here, so that means in 8 months ive taken like 4 sick days, but ive caught major shit for it every time (despite the fact that there are other people who call out like every other day) and i don't trust myself to not just go "ok then i quit good luck covering the next 3 weeks of closing shifts i was scheduled on" if they try to say shit over me taking one day off.

also i wasn't even scheduled to fucking work on tuesday and they changed it on like... sunday... with no notice, did not ask if i was available, just changed it, right before the week started... which is such a dick move. the other day one of my coworkers was checking out the new layout and was like "this is on purpose to make people miserable so they quit and they can get new people in" and i was like you're so fucking real for that because ever since the change i've been just miserable coming in because it's so awful and poorly thought out by these idiot managers who don't actually work there and just moved shit around willy nilly and made it so inefficient and frustrating and brutal and idfk like non-ergonomic to work like this...

so that, and then this week the incidents of 1) random new lady just wandering up to me and starting to follow me around... only for a while into it for her to go "oh yeah i'm here for training" and it was just like oh that's cool i would have really loved to be mentally prepared for that in any way at all and not just have someone kinda walk up and start staring at me like wtf am i supposed to do with that like just??? assume i'm supposed to train her? tf?? and it was LATE in the shift too like i was in clutch closing duties time like. absolutely mind boggling and infuriating. that a manager couldn't even come over and be like oh hey by the way this is so and so can you just show her shit for a while and have her help you close... like NOTHINGGG she just came up and didn't say anything and started just following me and looking at me. and then the second incident 2) changing my off days randomly at the LAST minute before the week starts... just fucking DISRESPECTFUL. those two disrespectful ass things happening on top of the first week of the new layout which is making working my station incredibly brutal and difficult has made it such a miserable time when up until now i've LIKED this job and now i feel like im going to flip the fuck out and have a panic attack at work and quit on the spot and make a big scene about it any day now.

so. ugh. i'm really doing rough and experiencing very clear burnout and i need to quit but i don't have the energy to job hunt while working here but i definitely can't quit first with no other plan and just be unemployed on the job hunt because that's risky boots so like... idfk what to do. gonna try to stick it out a lil bit but i need to be trying to look for smth else :( i need something that pays more and well. i can't really hope for better management in this city lol i get the sense that kind of everywhere you go bosses are going to be psycho. also like everyone i know is always jobhunting even tho theyre looking for the same shit i do and that worries and weirds me out but i also think theyre just being really selective and not taking the kind of garbage i would... but anyway if i could get something that pays a lil more and has a more consistent schedule/better hours then well :/ that'd be nice at least...

but i'm super scared it's fucking scary i do not have that dog in me to hustle in this city lol i just took the first really crap big chain hospitality job that was easy to get, but up until this week at least ive liked it :( and the commute is easy and i get so much free food which is pretty much the only way i can afford to work here... and i like the people i work with a lot :'( and the shift leads are fine, it's just management that's fucking awful and SO stupid and neurotic and unfair. and our customers kinda suck dick bc they're hella stupid rude stressed out asshole big groups big families tourists and i'd love to be somewhere where the clientele is a little less of a shitty demographic.. and the being in weird half closeted limbo at work is rough lol. and also closing my specific station is fucking grueling and exhausting as hell so it's not particularly easy work...

like :( all signs point to i gotta get the hell outta here pretty soon but im soooo scared <3 i do not want to job hunt <3 especially with burnout <3 i am in a bad position <3 bc if i quit rn i'm gonna need time to recover from burnout and historically that's taken me a little while and we ARE NOT IN MY HOME TOWN ANYMORE TOTO I CANNOT JUST CHILL FOR A BIT IN BETWEEN JOBS I DO NOT HAVE A SUPPORT SYSTEM HERE *AT ALL* OR EVEN FRIENDS AND IT'S TOO EXPENSIVE TO JUST LIVE OFF MY SAVINGS FOR A FEW MONTHS... so that'd be really stressful and bad to have no time to recover from burnout and have to try to find something new right away... but also if i just idk stay... i'm just gonna go nuts from the burnout getting too bad and quit anyway like i'm not gonna recover if i just stay. so i'll be in the same if not a worse position... so idk what to do... lmaooo........

but oughh ok yeah i'm so scared and hesitant to call out which is such a clear sign it's such a toxic workplace :/ but also i don't wanna lose tips that day :/ but i'm gonna have to suck it up it'd be all of like $20 less so whatever i have paid sick hours so i need to get over the slight paycheck loss of tips for ONE day real quick bc i need that day so much more than i need the $20 (i do need the $20 too) so really the only fear is gEtTiNg iN tRoUbLe... i'm just gonna tell them i'm going to kms if they don't let me have a mental health day idk no matter what i have to stick to my guns and not grit my teeth and force myself to go in i need to just call in sick because fuuuuck

#massive fuckoff vent teehee i needed to scream into the void a lil time for another ciggy #shitpost.txt

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6loodlvstt · 9 months ago

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The only game I’m close to 100% is wobble dogs, I’m not very skilled at the games I play. <3 I’m very very causal when it comes to playing stuff.

I’ve never played modded Stardew, only like retextures. And the second slime rancher is adorable, unfortunately it doesn’t run very well on my pc though. And with tboi I started playing like at the end of 2023 and I’m still really bad but it’s so fun. They’re working on co-op right now for it and I’m so excited for it!!

sh2 is my favourite game in the series. :) and re4 is cute, I’m not the biggest fan of Leon but I love Carlos and Jill they’re adorable. Chris has to be my favourite character purely because he’s very silly in my opinion. I played re6 recently and it was so bad but honestly extremely fun. :) I also like rainworld but that’s a bit more of an indie game.

Also I’d honestly love to play anything with you.<3

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it all depends on what mood im in if i want to start achievement hunting or not tbh according to steam the one im closest to finishing next is imscared with 63% done

wobbledogs... ive never played it but ive seen people play it and it looks so cute and fun

modded stardew is fun but it can be a pain sometimes </3 i get it, i just upgraded my pc for my birthday awhile back and being able to play games i couldnt before because of how laggy and low qualoty it was (like slime rancher) has been a miracle. i started playing tboi in may of 2021 so its been a long long time... i thought co-op came out already though, but if it hasnt im very excited about it as well :] i mainly play cain in tboi :D

you seem like a sh2 fan. /lhj

i love chris a lot too :] not as much as the others but hes so so silly maybe we can co-op re5 together you can be chris and ill be sheva and together we can die a whole bunch LOL

re6 was such a disaster/pos

i thought about picking up rainworld! it was in my recommended but i didnt know if id like it or not

#⋆ ♰.˚🩸⌗ d a r l i n g s ˎˊ˗#╰┈➤ 🦴 anon

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balteren · 9 months ago

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viscount maximilien gauthier- commonwealth representative in france

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{luke thompson, 34, cismale, he/him} We are so glad to see you safe, COMMONWEALTH REPRESENTATIVE VISCOUNT MAXIMILIEN GAUTHIER of FRANCE! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are JOVIAL and DAUNTLESS enough to handle it. Just don’t let your RESTLESSNESS bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU ONLY ACCEPTED YOUR NEW TITLE SO YOU COULD GAIN INFLUENCE AND SPARK A SECOND REVOLUTION THAT WOULD ESTABLISH A TRUE REPUBLIC.

tldr; Maximilien (or Max, if you're familiar with him) is a 'former' revolutionary that will do anything in his power to start a second revolution in France. He can often be found roaming the grounds with his dog, writing in the library, or taking himself to the theatre. He is extremely good-natured and pleasant with most, but is easily annoyed by the royal families and actively avoids them. Unafraid to speak his mind, Max is liable to get into squabbles, but he keeps his true intentions close to his chest.

Born on a small farm in a village outside Lyon, Maximilien was the youngest child in his family by quite a bit, born 16 years after his sister and 20 years after his brother. His mother died soon after he was born, and his father passed in a hunting accident a few years later, leaving his siblings to care for him. His brother was almost entirely responsible for teaching him how to hunt, farm, and be generally self sufficient. His brother had a daughter that was only a year younger than Max, and the two were inseparable for much of his childhood and teenage years. Some time around his 27th birthday, it became clear to Maximilien that he was deeply unhappy, and he announced to his family that he had received a scholarship to study medicine in Paris.

His arrival in Paris was tumultuous, and his scholarship did not cover much more than the bare minimum of his living expenses. Max was never interested in politics, but as he settled in Paris, he slowly grew disillusioned, and found himself growing more radical with every passing day. After vaguely mentioning his frustration to a fellow classmate, he was invited to a small meeting of other radical thinkers. It was here that Maximilien became a revolutionary.

When the people of France finally rose against the monarchy, he was at the center of the action. He was a good shot and capable of keeping a clear head amidst the fighting, making him a valuable soldier. When he wasn’t fighting, he was holding small classes to teach other rebels how to care for injuries that they were likely to see in battle. His tenacity, bravery, and initiative lead to his quick ascent in the revolutionary ranks.

The compromise reached by the Orleans and the rebels was preposterous to Max, and he questions why it was acceptable to anyone that had fought so hard and sacrificed so much . Despite his objections, it became clear that many considered the rebellion over. In the aftermath, the people elected him Commonwealth Representative, a job that he considers sacred. He was also offered the title of ‘viscount,’ and accepted it as a way to gain influence and intel that he could pass to the underground channels of rebels that still existed.

It is Max’s belief that the people want a republic, and though he appears to be adjusting to a life at court, he is working tirelessly to spark another revolution.

#theopulent.intro #max

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shrimpella21 · 11 months ago

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IF DEADLY, WHY FRIEND SHAPED?

SHARDIK // WEREBEAR // wip

contains light mentions of gore, medication, and self-multilation. there's a bloody pic at the end so if you'd prefer not to see it, just don't scroll all the way down! <3

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Shardik has three forms - human, bear, and a slightly humanoid bear version. His bear form is undoubtedly his strongest form. The humanoid bear is rarely used unless he needs to reach or climb something that his normal bear form is unable to get to. His human form is relatively weak in comparison to the other two, even if it is more durable than the average joe.

Unlike some were-beast creatures, Shardik does NOT shift in accordance to the moon cycles. His transformations occur based on his mental and physical state, as well as his stress levels. If he's having a good day, he can choose if he'd like to shift. On a bad day, he has no choice in the matter.

He is horrible at regulating his emotions, and thus, his transformations can sometimes be unwanted. This is partly why he likes being on his own - there's no accidental exposure when he's all by himself.

The shifting process is the most painful thing he's experienced; it's essentially all of his bones breaking apart and reforming into a bear-shaped thing. Even when he's used to the pain, it sucks. Isn't that fun?

A shitty corporation did this to him in an attempt to weaponize animal shifters and create the perfect soldier. Clearly, it did not work. He turned on the lab and tore it apart.

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Wrestling

Scratches

Bone-gnawing

Dislikes

SPICEY

Loud/High-Pitched noises

Rickety platforms

Deep water

Dogs/Pack animals

Vending machines and refrigerators

Weaknesses

Spice

Bleeding Out

High Pitch Noises

Pain Medication

-If you run into Shardik and wish to live to tell the tale, your best option is to leave him be. There are very few handheld guns powerful enough to put him down with one shot, and most bullets do nothing but piss him off. Blame it on a thick skull. Shooting him means that you've put a target on your back, and he'll close the gap between him and you before you can hit a one-shot kill. If he's going down, he's determined to take the shooter down too.

-Shardik is extremely sensitive to capsaicin (pepper spice) in any form. The closest thing he'll get to spice is a bag of chili doritos - anything else will have him running towards the hills. His nose, like most grizzlies, is better than a bloodhound's. That means anything in spray, powder, or liquid form will fuck him up pretty bad. Spicy things make him cry and wheeze and he'll want to get away as quick as possible.

-Though the aforementioned shooting might not kill him, bleeding him out WILL. His blood doesn't clot properly, so if too many wounds are open at the same time, he will bleed out fast.

-He is not a fan of loud and high pitched noises, as they drown out his second-most important hunting tool. His ears are sensitive and noises too loud will cause ear-ringing and/or permanent deafness.

-The best way to render him incapacitated permanently is to break his shoulder and then break his spine. It's harder than it sounds but it is possible.

-One of Shardik's strengths (his weight) is also a point of weakness. He's unable to climb most trees higher than a few feet, and exploring run-down areas as a bear is a big nono since he's likely to fall through flooring.

-Due to the constant and consistent nature of his painful transformations, Shardik has been able to adjust to the pain over the years. It is and always will be the most painful thing he experiences. BUT. With time he's able to manage and self-regulate as his body adjusts. If he were to receive any sort of pain medication in an attempt to dull the pain he feels, it would be incredibly easy for him to fall into an addiction. On top of that it would cripple the tolerance to pain he's already built up and cause him to start from day one. [Truly. From the loving author. The most fucked up way to hurt him would be giving him pain meds LMAO.]

-Bears are OP. Sorry!

-Like most creatures he is also vulnerable to strangulation, drowning, and fire damage. He's actually pretty killable, just don't shoot him with a handgun.

Fighting Stats/Info

Shardik's height is measured as 5'9 at the top of his hump. When standing, he's measured at 8'7. He is very big for a grizzly bear.

Though his weight fluctuates based on season, he weighs close to 1.2k lbs during the winter, and 800 lbs during the spring and summer. His weight depends on how much food he has available. The more food he has, the more weight he'll put on and store. Think of it like a bodybuilder bulking.

It comes as a surprise to most people, but Shardik can run 35 mph! He looks fat and slow but do not underestimate how quickly he can move, and how much stamina he's able to hold. Imagine a bear the size of a car running towards you faster than an olympic athlete. Scared? Good :)

Bears are OP as hell and I fully take advantage of this.

Tidbits

He's a drooler. Sorry neat-freaks.

He enjoys gnawing on bones in both human and bear form.

His weight means it's easy for him to crush things with his paws. Including people.

Getting to know him means realizing he's actually a silly sweetheart who just needs to learn to trust people.

Eating rot and garbage will not make him sick. He's not as fond of the taste of trash as a human, but bear!shardik doesn't give a fuck.

Generally, unless he's just received a bath, he smells like a dog.

He loses teeth sometimes, which grow back after time even if they're adult teeth. This applies to all three forms.

Spring and summer are the shedding seasons, babyyy. RIP to the furniture.

He's the perfect shape to be a snuggle buddy???? Beanbag boy.

He usually gains a significant amount of weight during the winter if he lives in a cold place. He also sleeps excessively during the colder seasons, depending on where he lives.

Since I know the general crowd that Shardik attracts (yes you, monsterfuckers, I'm looking at you), he is fully capable of passing the harkness test in every form ;)

The brand on his chest was made by himself in a somewhat psychotic break after escaping the testing facility that held him. He carved it into his own skin.

Dogs have nothing on Shardik when it comes to food aggression. He will growl at waiters who attempt to take his plate, if anyone dares to take him out to a restaurant. You have to be extremely close to him if you want him to share food. This is from a mixture of bear instinct and food scarcity when he was held in a lab.

He's got a slight limp in one leg from his body healing before he could set the broken limb properly.

Shardik is commonly missing his right ear. It fluctuates depending on the AU/Verse, but it's usually missing.

Dogs were used to hunt and contain him whenever he left or escaped the lab, and thus, he is now terrified of them. He will not go out of his way to attack them but he actively avoids having any near him. He will choose to fight most creatures. When faced with dogs, he runs. (If your muse has a dog, that's okay! He can learn to love them again, it'll just take some exposure).

Night terrors plague him if he's not given a proper support system. The lonlier he is, the worse things get. He's been known to panic in his sleep and wake up in bed mid-shift.

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hypermo0n · 2 years ago

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Main character Guide for my Main AU: Shade and Depth.

Shadow the Hedgehog- Ultimate Lifeform. Eclipse's older brother and one of the top agents of G.U.N. After hunting down Eclipse and talking with him (thanks to Silver), he becomes a mentor to Eclipse once the darkling joins GUN. The eldest prince of the Black Arms. Romantically interested in Silver.

Eclipse the Darkling- Ultimate Alien. Shortly after where the Archie comics left off, he was found by Silver and after a talk, agreed to talk with his brother. Currently redeemed and working as a GUN agent alongside Team Dark. The second prince of the Black Arms. Romantically interested in Zero.

Rouge the Bat- Member of Team Dark. Was the one who helped Silver track down Eclipse. Looks after him and always gives him advice.

Omega- Guard dog for Team Dark. Has a soft spot for Eclipse and is seen to be often patting his head. Eclipse treasures his dry humor.

Silver the Hedgehog- While not an agent of GUN, he is often called by them for his help and insight. When he heard about Shadow and Eclipse, it was he who asked for Rouge to help him track down the darkling. Upon a small fight and a lengthy talk, Silver was able to get Eclipse and Shadow to talk. Silver adores Eclipse, and is fairly protective of him. Runs a tea shop/floral. Romantically interested in Shadow.

Zero the Jackal- Formerly Infinite, Zero was able to survive the final War and went into hiding. He runs a small bar in the criminal side of the city. Has a deep hatred for Shadow still. He met Eclipse when the darkling was on an intel mission and was cornered. Zero helped him out and thus, their friendship was born. Knowing that Eclipse is Shadow's little brother, he vows to keep his and Shadow's past hidden from him, in order to not cause more pain for Eclipse. Currently has the Phantom Ruby still in his chest, though he avoids using it, as it could kill him. Romantically interested in Eclipse.

Jasmine Rue (0c)- An human agent for GUN. She and her twin brother, Jasper, were abducted by the Black Arms and used as test subjects by Black Doom. During the First Invasion (Events of Shadow the Hedgehog game), she and Jasper were found by Shadow and freed. Though her brother sacrificed himself to make sure Jaz and Shadow got out. Jaz honors him every day and joined GUN in order to protect others. Everything she knows, she learned from Shadow. She was highly skeptical and nervous about Eclipse but soon warmed up to him and trusts him. Has a slight crush on Elise.

Hope Kintober- GUN's best mechanic and tech wiz. Adopted younger sister of Jaz. She was mentored by Jaz and sees her as an older sister. Very close to Eclipse and they often have movie marathons. Wants to figure out a way to remove the Phantom Ruby from Zero's chest without killing him, to help the jackal. Is also close to Zero and Zero is fairly protective of her.

Andrews- Leader of the Spider Troupe and Eclipse's "caretaker". He and the darkling had a rough start and was quite annoyed to know he would be a handler for the alien. However, upon learning about him and what he went through, plus the darkling apologizing to him, he warmed up to him. Pretty chaotic and its often ECLIPSE that has to reign him in. Despite his carefree attitude outside of missions, he is able to pick up on the darkling's emotions pretty quickly, even just by body language and tone. Eclipse is extremely close to him.

Metal Sonic (Neo)- Omega's "brother" and one of Eclipse's best friends. Not an agent of GUN, but works more with Silver. Silver is his mentor in some regards. He was actually the first one Eclipse helped. The darkling had found the robot damaged on a beach and brought him to Hope, who repaired him. Neo and Eclipse became close after that. Unsure what to do, Neo was stressed. Silver stepped forward and offered to mentor him. Their bond is strong, and Neo has referred to Silver as "older brother" several times. To which Silver becomes overjoyed and calls him "little brother."

Scourge the Hedgehog- Another one of Eclipse's best friends. And the second person he helped. After becoming trapped in Mobius and arrested by GUN (Eclipse specifically), Scourge was very snappish towards anyone. Eclipse never gave up and kept visiting his cell. Soon enough, Scourge was willing to answer the questions and was redeemed.

Commander Towers- Head honcho. The one who oversees GUN and Team Dark. And the one who vouched for Eclipse to be given a chance. While stoic at times, he has a big heart. Eclipse and him develop a father-son bond later on.

Black Doom- Not much to say, except that he's alive and looking for blood, especially towards his two sons.

#this is the au i mostly reference #one day i will write it out #sonic fanfiction #sonic fandom #sonic ocs #Shade and Depth AU

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prrism · 3 years ago

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i read your fic about us taking care of a little phil, it was super cute 😍 and i kinda want more… so if it’s alright with you could we maybe get a continuation to that fic? but like whatever it was that turned phil little now turned techno little? (sorry if i’m ramblin too much)

Awww 🥰, lol I’m glad you liked the brain rot my dear anon. No guarantee this’ll be good but I tried my best 😄

Teacup Pig

Summary: After last weeks incident with Phil you thought the whole thing had blown over, oh how wrong you were…

Characters: Techno x Reader, a bit of Phil x Reader too

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

The morning started off normal enough, you were just cleaning up after breakfast when there’s a knock on the door. Upon answering it you see your dear friend Phil standing there looking extremely nervous.

"Hey Phil, everything okay?" You ask with concern, raising an eyebrow.

"Hi mate, sooo… I may need some help…" He trails off, furthering your concern.

"What happened?"

"Might be better if I just show you." He says stepping aside. You don’t see anything at first, then you hear a soft oinking sound and look down at the little piglin that looked very familiar. You look between him and Phil for a second.

"No! Your kidding! This is a joke right?" You gap, having almost forgotten last weeks in event with the elytrian you could not believe this was happening again.

"I wish it was."

"What do you guys do that prompts this to happen!? And don’t think I forgot you avoiding that answer last time." You point out.

"I can’t answer that right now." Phil says scratching at the back of his head.

"Why not? How is it you guys trust me enough with certain things, but the second I ask a single question you’re suddenly all secretive?" You ask exasperated.

"Listen, I know you’re frustrated, and I promise to explain everything I can once I return but I really need your help with this, please." Phil pleads, you let out a large sigh.

"Fine." You say. "I better get that explanation or you can look for another babysitter if this happens again." You scold, Phil nods and with that he takes off leaving you with Techno, who’d been sitting rather patiently on the porch steps.

"Hey Techno," you soften your voice and call his attention. "Do you recognize me? Can you speak or at least understand me?" You ask looking at him, he stands up, offers a small oink and pads his way inside your house. "Guess that answers that." You mutter, seems this was similar to Phil’s situation. What was with your hybrid friends being turned back to children that made them loose their ability to speak English? You sigh, you’d get your explanation one way or another.

You weren’t too sure what to expect when it comes to someone like Techno, child or not he was still as hard to read as ever. Though you had to admit, seeing him try so hard to do something on his own, like reach for a snack on one of the higher shelves, before giving up and looking at you with a puppy dog stare was hilariously adorable. He’d constantly shift his appearance too, one second he was his simple hybrid self the next he looked like a proper baby piglin, although you were pretty sure this wasn’t an intentional thing. You brought him outside to exhaust some of his energy since he seemed to have mountains of it, letting him "hunt" and pests that were near the field. By hunt of course we mean chasing off various animals like wild sheep and cows that tried to wander close, yes he was a fearsome warrior who could hold his own in battle better then you ever could, but right now he was but a child so you handled the more aggressive mobs that tried to come by yourself. You also enlisted his help with some farming, he took particular interest in potatoes and carrots for some reason, not that you were complaining. Bringing everything inside again you got to work making some lunch.

"Hey Tech, think you could grab some water for me?" You ask kindly, prepping some vegetables. When you get no response of any form you look over your shoulder to see he’d disappeared. "Uhhh, Techno? Where’d you go?" You look out the window, wondering if he went back outside, nothing. You check the living room, nothing. "This is just great. Where could he have gone?" You can feel the panic rising inside you as you wonder where he ran off to, a quiet whine directs your attention towards your study/enchantment room. Peeking inside you sigh in relief when you see Techno was there but your expression drops once you notice he’s curled into himself, grasping at his head as if it were in pain. It doesn’t take you long to piece together what could be causing this, remembering when Techno told you about his little problem. "Voices acting up?" You speak with a calming tone. "Suppose being how you are right now you’re not as… tolerant, I guess." You carefully sit next to him. In a moment of surprise at your presents he swipes at you, scratching your arm, not too badly but defiantly enough to draw some blood.

Before you let anything else happen you wrap an arm around him acting as a bit of a restraint, unsurprised when he starts to struggle against your hold. With your free hand you gently message his head and back in as soothing a manner as you can, you then begin to hum a random melody to try and calm him farther. Outwardly you looked like you knew what you were doing, on the inside you were freaking out, unsure if this would actually help or if you were about to let yourself get mauled if he managed to free himself from your grip. You close your eyes took deep breaths to help calm yourself as you continued doing what you hoped would help for the next several minutes. When you felt him stop struggling did you dare peek an eye open to see him actually lean into the touch, his face still looked neutral but there was a content, calmness to it this time. Daring yourself, you release your grip on him, when there’s no sudden reaction to strike you use both hands to message at his temples or draw little designs on his back, all the while still humming away to the melody in your head. After several more minutes you feel him lean his full weight into you but you don’t stop your actions, partly unsure what to do next, when you hear soft snoring do you finally take a pause and look at his sleeping figure.

"Well, looks like we’re skipping lunch." You whisper to yourself with a soft chuckle. With Techno being the size of basically a toddler or small child it was extremely easy to lift him up, wrapping his cape around him like a blanket and carry him out of the study and back into the living room. You set him down on the couch, taking a moment to see his peaceful expression, a rare sight to be sure before going to patch up your arm. You make yourself a light lunch, saving the idea you originally had for later. As the afternoon slowly rolled into evening did something happen, a whirling type sound somewhat similar but not quite to that of a nether portals echoed in the house, making you look up from your book and over at Techno who was still very much asleep but now back to normal.

"Oh thank goodness." You sigh in relief to yourself, as fun and interesting as it was watching him as a child, it was exhausting all the same. You stood up and walk over before hesitating. It might not be the wisest to try and wake him unexpectedly so instead you turn and head to the kitchen to make some steak and potatoes for dinner (I’m making myself hungry). About halfway into steaming the carrots do you hear a groan come from the couch where the piglin hybrid finally starts to stir.

"Have a nice nap?" You ask in a playful tone. He looks over and narrows his eyes at you before sitting up properly.

"Hmm, looks like it finally wore off." He drones.

"Yeah, mind explaining what it is to me by the way?" You ask more seriously this time.

"Nah, we can save that for later, I’m starving now." He says with a smirk, you just roll your eyes.

"Whatever, it’s your own fault you missed lunch." You joke, slightly.

"Bruh, was absolutely not… I’d forgotten how much of a headache they can be." He says the last part a little more to himself. "Uhh, and thanks I guess." He speaks up again and you look over confused. "For the help. Your arm alright?" You let out an amused hum, looking down at your bandaged arm.

"Yeah, I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore." You say unwrapping it, the scratch had healed decently, a few scabs here and there but those would disappear soon enough. "And you’re welcome." There’s a sudden knock at the door, you quickly go to answer it.

"I’m back! And I see everything’s sorted itself out?" Phil asks uncertain.

"Not everything." You start. "Why don’t you come in, dinner's basically done so why don’t you two stay awhile and finally tell me what’s been going on." You suggest stepping aside to let Phil in…

Will I be continuing this? Idk, probably not unless ya really want more

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #philza #philza x reader

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lowkey-yyy · 2 years ago

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what animal would each bsd character be?

OH MY GOD YESSSSS

Stares at my extensive animal knowledge

Okok i'll give a domestic (or pet) animal and a fully wild one for each because goddamn i love this. I'll do only a few more main characters and maybe more if its requested,,

ADA:

Dazai, he is a cat, man is cat have you seen him? For wild animals though id say he would be a hyena, some of the most misrepresented animals, they are the cutest things and extremely deadly if they need to be. These guys hunt better than lions and are neither canine nor feline, they are genuinely some of the most fun and adorable little things ever along with being smart as hell and just gimme his energy (second runner up is a crow because they are mischievous little shits >:)) )

Kunikida is a dog,, not like a german shepherd though more like a rough collie, constantly herding everyone else. For the wild though he reminds me of a squirrel, very picky and fussy, he wants everything organized and done his own way! He is so picky and so are they, setting up nests and storing food hehe

Atsushi,, unpopular opinion not a cat but a chinchilla, very nervous and keeps to himself, but curious and fascinated when allowed to explore and try new things! For the wild definitely a cheetah, nervous and needing support but strong when needed to be!

Ranpo is definitely like a husky puppy, too smart for their own good and heavily food driven, loves praise and treats.... for the wild i'd say a bear, soft sweet to loved ones but mean to strangers, they are tolerant animals and again food driven!

Yosano gives me a hognose snake vibe, nippy but sweet and a little bit venomous, they warm up to you though. For the wild I would say specifically a polar bear, some of the most protective moms to ever exist and she definitely has that energy when it comes to the ADA, they are her family and she will maul you like a bear.

Fukuzawa gives specifically Maine Coon vibes, gentle giant cat who has one of the best personalities, for the wild I would say the wolf is perfect for him, a protective leader who gives his all for his family, wolves are devoted animals.

Kyouka is a hedgehog, shy and weary with a very quiet personality and excellent memory it just fits her so well, her wild counterpart would be an owl, a solitary bird who is immensely smart and quick thinking. They are also very quiet and can be considered intimidating at first but cute up close.

Kenji is a degu and thats that. Mans is a degu... in the wild,, a dolphin again i dont feel i need to elaborate on why lol

Tanizaki is a pygmy goat, needs companions to be happy and in general is friendly also tiny but tough!! For the wild side id say a lion , a pride animal who protects family no matter the cost

PM:

Chuuya is a chihuahua, tiny angry but fiercely loyal and protective of their families. On the wild end i'd say an eagle, strong willed, loud, competitive and powerful hehe,, but he'd be a small one

Akutagawa is like a mean ferret, he is mischievous and playful in his own way but also impulsive, mans got too much energy in him lol, on the wild end id say a stoat, somewhat independent animals who are fearless in attacking animals bigger than them and surprisingly good at surviving, he also looks like one .....im not wrong

Mori is a pig, too smart for his own good and gets into stuff, oddly sensitive and can be awfully mean,, on the wild counterpart.... a honey badger... i wont elaborate just look it up and you will understand....

I may change my mind on some of these but this is just like a rougher idea hehe

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namgee · 4 years ago

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cry baby | jjk (m)

❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f) ❥genre: smut, pwp, fwb au, university au (barely lol), fluff, 18+ ❥word count: 16.7k ❥summary:

Jeon Jungkook [Jeon Jeong-gug] noun

1. The friendly (and hot) employee at your local roller rink. 2. Your friend with benefits of 3 months. 3. Someone who’s currently pissed at you for not casting your decisive vote on him in the disco rollerskating contest at his workplace. 4. A vengeful man determined on using his best assets to make you cry.

❥warnings: alcohol, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throating, slight dom jungkook (?), tattooed jk (that I didn’t mention enough tbh 😩), fingering, rough sex, some overstimulation, some slight edging some spanking, biting (this could have been written as a vampire au lol), light exhibitionism, sex in public places, reader gives a lot of looks 👀 (let me know if I forgot something) ❥a/n: this story jumps time a bit at the start I actually got confused with the tense since I’m so used to writing in the present tense, hopefully it’s not too confusing and doesn’t mess with the flow of the story, i was trying two new things with this story : writing smut and exploring new story structure, sorry for any spelling mistakes 🥺. any feedback is appreciated ;)) btw the title was inspired by the movie cause jungkook’s looks for the dicon shoot fit it to the T. ❥taglist: @min-nicoleee @jeonsjiddies @ggukkieland

You really like fucking Jeon Jungkook.

He is made of just the right ratio of hardness and softness. You can simultaneously take an impromptu seat on the set of hard thighs that made for an irresistible lap. Thighs that still manage to mold themselves into the perfect weapon to attack the ever growing heat in your center. It’s precisely because of how much you like being confined under his heaving torso in the darkness of the night or the crack of dawn that you loved to stir his competitive spirit.

Jungkook has been working at Diane’s Rink since his sophomore year of high school. Now two years into college and very capable of finding a better paying job he still chooses to remain an employee. The boss, Diane Berry, knows very well about the positive impact his presence has on her business, so she decided long ago to give him some perks apart from the bonus that grows for every year he remained an employee.

One of the perks is allowing him, as staff, to participate in events held by the rink. From there on Jungkook has won the annual disco roller skating championship “Disco Craze” for four years in a row! A fit that he deserves, he is a great skater after all.

A year ago you had moved from out of town to attend college. During your minimal sightseeing you come across a poster for the rink and its annual championship at the town hall. It turned out a friend of your roommate, Kyra, was a frequent visitor and was going to participate.

On a chilly autumn day, the three of you headed to the rink itching for any kind of entertainment. Upon entering, the atmosphere was bubbling, strobe lights colouring smiling faces, people were gathered around the rink already cheering even though the competition wasn’t supposed to start for another fifteen minutes.

However, the minute you caught sight of what they were all looking at, an understanding nod was all you could give. Right there in the middle of the rink, the body of a well-shaped man clad with snug flare jeans skated effortlessly around as he swept the floor. You watched for a while as he moved around sweeping the same area a total of three times. Wow, he must really love the attention.

The competition started soon after you managed to get some snacks. Everyone clapped as the contestants entered the rink and lined themselves up for presentation. You were close to the rink ready to see it all when the real snack took the stage.

Your roommate’s friend happened to be good, so good he managed to make you snatch your prying eyes away from “Mr. Swipe the Floor” for a good amount of time. Your attention was however brought back by the matter at hand as the sight of the most perfectly shaped globes of rear meat wrapped in a thin coat of denim passed by your eyes and you felt the urge to tap in.

His performance on the rink, as if he was born in skates, didn’t help the matter at hand. Just like that, as if you were a primal woman hunting for a suiting partner and he was unaware of performing a nuptial dance, you made your mind then and there to somehow before the time you finish your education have him sweep something else other than the skating floor.

Everyone needs something to motivate them to keep going. Unfortunately for you, after that momentary day there weren’t many opportunities for you to go to attack. You can’t lie, you felt slightly guilty going after an oblivious prey, not that he looked like a prey. However, unknowing to you, your catch would lead to a drastic shift in your roles.

After a couple of months an opportunity finally presented itself. It was a Friday, the day after the fall midterm exam, and it was party time. Knowing fully well that his party royalty friends would drag him there, you figured you should go and try your luck.

Somehow between finding out Kyra is a hardcore partygoer and getting lost in the enticing swing of the music you forgot about your primary mission. But a quick trip to the restroom, one which forced you to pass dozens of bodies plastered to the wall in pairs of two made sure to remind you of the night’s purpose.

You searched around for him, a harder task than you had expected as people flocked around him and his friend group. You cursed yourself for the misfortune of having your eyes set on the popular boy with slick hair that’s otherwise hanging in loose waves, tucked behind his ears or in a bun. But it was too late then, you wanted something, someone and you were out to get it.

In your moment of extreme strength and confidence, all of which were fuelled by Kyra’s weird and possibly slightly poisoning alcohol blend, you gave your best (and thankfully only) shot. Your eyes zeroed in on the man who you had come to know as Jungkook as he continued to socialise with his group of friends.

The distance between the two of you wasn’t big (you had after all been creeping for most of the night) and no one was exactly looking at you, yet you put on your best stance and strutted confidently towards him. You had talked to Jungkook before for a grand total of two times, both of those instances were in class, so it technically didn’t count. As you approached the large group of people, shivers travelled up your spine at the sight of yet another snug pair of pants paired with a belt that accentuated his waist.

Just for a second you felt jealous and a bit insecure as you stared down at your own form. However, drunk you couldn’t keep her mind one thing for too long unless it was Jeon Jungkook (and some other miscellaneous but important things). The Jungkook that was looking at you as you lifted your head back up.

FUCK.

You had imagined the first time you caught him looking at you to be very different. You were supposed to look confident, disinterested but still somehow soft. You thought that in some way, because women are amazing, you would have figured out how to make it all work.

Yet there you were looking back, gaze wavering to let yourself catch a breath. You were one hundred percent sure he was making you more intoxicated than whatever it was you drank.

It was the forehead exposure, coupled with a sweet looking, curious puppy dog face that really made you realise you were fucked and you really wanted to get fucked. That day was your lucky day, maybe he had been looking for a charity case. Jungkook’s eyes kept trailing past your tight fitting crop top to your fidgeting legs as you curved his group of friends and headed back the way you had come. The drink you had taken in the name of liquid courage had done absolutely nothing to help, but that time you didn’t mind, he had done exactly what you wanted without any prompting from your end.

Your legs shuffled quickly away from them, crossing your fingers (in your mind of course), hoping his experience with the ladies made the message clear. You walked far enough to see Kyra’s reappearing form and still no sign of Jungkook anywhere near you. Maybe he wasn’t as intuitive as you had thought him to be. Or he was just playing with you the same way you would want to play with him, back and forth to see who would cave in first.

Your chest deflated the closer you got to Kyra and you didn’t understand the enthusiastic smile she threw your way as she turned her back to you. Hmmm, okay, you guessed that was her way of cheering a friend up. You got near enough to whisper-yell at her about your debacle, but a smooth criminal wannabe named Jungkook got in between and you don’t think you had been any more happy in your life.

“Thank god,” you whispered to yourself, pussy clenching right back up at the close up sight of his slick hair, the dizzying scent of his surprisingly sweet smelling perfume filling your nose as you attempted to discreetly inhale it all in, only to let out a loud sigh that bordered on a moan.

“What’s your name?” He asked softly, eyes shifting to your feet to watch you take a small step back. You told yourself you moved to get a better look at him, to be able to be in control, enough to gauge the situation. You and him both knew it was a lie. You lost your footing at the sight of him and the creeping smirk on his lips which his teeth tried to fight away did more than just show his satisfaction.

But now that you were the tiniest bit farther away from him, you made the bold choice of looking up at him. He was still staring at you, everywhere. Face, cleavage, legs, the hands that toyed with the fabric of your pants. All you managed to catch, now that he was that much closer to you, closer than he had ever been and yet it didn’t feel close enough, was the glorious undercut on his head. If you didn’t want to fuck him before, now you definitely do.

He waved a hand in front of your face? Your eyes bulged. “What?” You sounded like a dumbass.

“Your name?” His head leaned closer into your space and your hand awkwardly traveled to swipe past your nose, hoping it was enough protection from his very conscious attack.

“Hmm right… Y/N.” You gave him a strained smile. You were really straining after all, straining to keep yourself from jumping him in the middle of a room full with people.

“I’ve seen you at Diane’s Rink before, do you skate?”

Jungkook was making small talk with you and you never thought you would ever think this but it was weird. Though you couldn’t control the way your heart skipped at the fact that he had noticed you before.

“No. I don’t skate. I’m just there because my roommate's friend skates a lot, she introduced me to the place and you know, I thought why not. So like I end up going there whenever, I don’t have specific days or anything, yeah… I just think it’s a dope place to be at. Roller skating is fun and Diane’s Rink is just the right place to do that… yeah but as I said I don’t really skate…” If the amount of finger snaps, lip smacks, and shoulder shrugs inserted in between your reply wasn’t embarrassing enough, the weird skating motion you did with your body took the cake.

But even through all of that, he chuckled. He chuckled loud enough for you to see his chest vibrate as the skin beside his eyes and nose scrunch up cutely. How? You swear you could have fried eggs on him just a minute ago (yes that’s how hot he was) and now this. Jungkook was already asking too much of your body and you hadn’t even gotten in his pants yet. He let his soft chuckle die out, head hanging low along with his hair and decided it was time for you to die as he faced your gaze again, tattooed hand brushing through his hair as a full-blown smile adorned his mischievous expression.

Your Jungkook induced trance was broken for a second as you registered the quick floundering of someone’s hand behind him. Kyra’s hand. She made small hearts in front of her eyes only to make a cross with her arms. You gave her a pleading look. You guess it wasn’t enough for Jungkook to ask much of you but then your roommate wanted you to spare the little self control you had left to suppress your full blown heart eyes for a man and his skin tight leather pants.

You bit the inside of your cheek in hopes it would do something to bring your sanity back, anything. Jungkook’s right hand left his jacket pocket as he extended the tattooed hand your way, “You’re cute. By the way, I’m Jungkook.”

No. No. No! Wrong! He was lucky you already knew his name, how the heck did he expect someone to hear anything he says after he calls them cute, big gentle eyes looking at you. Also, have scientists yet to discover extra nerve endings on people’s hands because you’re sure a handshake wasn’t supposed to feel that good and warm.

You stared at the way his hand surrounded your own. You were barely putting any strength into it (not that you had any). It was all too much for you and you snatched your hand away, shaking it as if you had just touched a hot pan. Now the whole of you had warmed up to an extra degree.

“I’m going to get us some drinks. Would you like that?” You didn’t give him any time to properly answer before you were sprinting past his frame to grab onto Kyra’s arm as you pulled her to wherever the alcohol was. You turned a corner and found a safe place for the two of you to chat.

“Kyra it’s bad. Like really bad,” you whisper-yelled. “He’s all unaffected, making small talk for some weird reason and standing so close I almost, no I actually forget my own name. You know what, maybe I’m trying to catch a fish that’s just too big. I don’t think I’m ready to play with him yet. I should work my way up to the big boss, don’t you think? Maybe start with some hot dude from the sports department then someone from the arts department and then Jungkook from the science department. That’s a foolproof plan. What do you think?” You paced around her, sporting a convincing voice hoping that it was enough to fool your brain into downgrading its desires for a while cause your heart just wasn’t ready for him yet.

“Hey!” Kyra slapped your arm. “It’s been what? 6, 7, 8 months of you thirsting after a man. Today it ends, my friend. I don’t care! You’re fucking Jeon Jungkook tonight. If that’s the only way for you to get it out of your system so you can notice all the other much better guys you could choose from if you want to have a meaningful and lasting relationship, then my sole mission today is to get his dick into your hole before this party ends.”

You gave her a side eye for her constant critique of your attraction to Jungkook. It is ninety percent physical but you had been around at the rink (only on the days he had a shift of course) to notice another side of him responsible for the growing ten percent of your attraction. But you would never tell that to Kyra.

“Fine… but like, what do I do? Everything that comes out of my mouth is weird shit or tmi and I’m just flustered okay.”

“Then don’t talk. Go back in there, give the drink you said you were getting–”

“You were eavesdropping on us?” Your incredulous voice didn’t even faze her. She just gave you a ‘really?’ look and you put your hands up in surrender.

“Hmm where was I? Right!” She snapped her fingers, “Take him to the dance floor, back it up on him, get him hard, then move away from the crowd a bit and pounce!” She gave you her drink for prep,“From there everything should just progress naturally, maybe y’all will start with a couch make out sesh or just jump directly to the wall one and then find some cramped up place to bone it out, maybe if you’re lucky you will find an empty room.”

You stared at her, chewing your lips.

“You can do this!” Kyra said, each hand on your respective arms as she gave you a hard stare. “Today, the thirsting ends. Okay, now go get the drinks” She shooed you away.

“Right, right. I can do this” You pumped yourself up as if you were prepping for a boxing round and honestly it wasn’t too far from the truth with the way his whole presence was making your heart hammer against your chest.

One drink in each hand you made it back to your spot, surprised and flattered that he stayed put but still nervous for what was to come. You reached out to give him a cup, the hand contact almost making you drop it.

“Hmm, sorry about earlier. I’m just you know, nervous.” You drank from your cup.

“Nervous, why?”

Kyra said no talking.

“Wanna dance?” You asked pointing to the crowd, completely ignoring his question. He shrugged his shoulder, taking a sip from his drink while squinting his eyes at you. He was feeling slightly confused by your behaviour. “Sure, why not?”

You chugged the remaining liquid in your cup, squirmed at the strength of the alcohol and made your first bold move by grabbing his open jacket and pulling him into the hot and sweaty crowd. You took a quick look at him before you did anything else and you were more than pleased to notice that he was patiently waiting for you to do something.

The drink, the sight of him, the heat in the room and in your core. It was all getting to you and you really wanted to see the arms with which he swipes the rink clean. His muscles were always straining against the black polo shirt he wears during his shifts. But that day he was sporting a white tee under the jacket and you wanted to see and feel them.

You turned around and lifted your hands to place them behind his shoulders, in his jacket and pushed it off, staring at the ground. “You know, if you’re going to undress me in public you could at least look me in the eye.” You took a deep breath and did just that, slipping the remainder of his jacket off his forearms . “That wasn’t so hard, now was it darling.” He gave you a looped-sided grin.

You were so turned on and yet you chuckled at the pet name. You didn’t hate it, but you didn’t quite like it, yet. It would have sounded much better coming from him in a gruff voice, with you placed under him taking all of him as an endless stream of moans fell out of your mouth. You needed to take another deep breath at the thought of that, hands clenching around the rough fabric of his jacket as your thighs rubbed together to get yourself under control.

“You good there darling. There’s shivers on your arms.” He pointed at you, tongue wetting his lips.

Your head snapped down to see that he was right. You rubbed your arms as fast as you could. “Let me try,” his hands replaced yours. Safe to say it didn’t help as you shivered more under his touch wishing the floor would swallow you whole. The way you reacted to the absolute minimum when it came to him was getting embarrassing. “Okay, so maybe that didn’t help,” he said and it was time for you to give a side eye, to which he chuckled, again.

Instead he brought up the jacket in your hands and dressed you in his clothes. It was way too big, but it was warm and the smell of him warded off all the sweat odour from the dance floor. You slapped your thigh, you really needed to focus. The steps were: back it up → make him hard → make out session → his dick in your hole. It was action time, baby!

You were then staring at the glory that was his chest, oscillating softly under the thin fabric of his tee and your hands ran down his arms, quick after you turned around pulling him closer unfortunately missing the sight of him shivering beneath your trailing fingers.

Your back was glued against the rigid surface of his chest as you went to town, swaying to the beat, your swiftness must have been impressive enough for him to emit a soft whistle. You did your best to suppress the proud smile forming on your lips. You kept at it, hand occasionally reaching back to rub at the back of his hair, only for him to huff and sigh in your ear prompting you to rub your hips further into his.

It wasn’t long before he was looking for more. His flexed arms caged you, as his right hand ran down your stomach to grip at your thigh just as the other hand kept a tight hold of your hip. You whimpered at his touch, chest caving inwards as your thighs attempted to shut themselves even closer pushing your butt further into his crotch for you to feel it. Strong and prominent. Jungkook hunched over, out of courtesy you thought but you pulled back to continue your tempting ministrations. The shame was gone, all you wanted was for him to feel you up.

You placed both hands behind his neck, caressing his skin and hair, rolling your hips against his even harder when the bass drops. “Ahhh,” Jungkook hissed into your neck before biting it, making you sight in response to the tightening of his grip. You could have remained pressed against him letting the heat of his chest radiate into you all day, all night frankly, but you wanted more.

Reluctantly prying yourself off his hands you turned around to face him. His gaze was hooded, lips were parted, hair disheveled from your hands, chest oscillating faster than before and you thought you detected the smallest flush on his cheeks despite the darkness of the room.

You pulled him back closer. He was really close now. Hard chest grazing hard nipples, anxious hands positioning themselves on his biceps as he rested his hands on your hips. You were really about to do it. Your hands travelled upwards to lock behind his head as he hunched down, hair falling in front of his eyes and his hands brought your chest closer. The way he tightened his hold around your torso, fingertips grazing your sides softly had you smiling into the kiss.

It all felt too good, and if you hadn’t been sure before, you were then 100 percent convinced you’re not going to get over Jungkook’s lips anytime soon. That one night would definitely not be enough. You were so fucked!

Jungkook was hungry for more contact, hands travelling south to get a generous feel of your ass, he broke the kiss cutting off your soft moans to look into your eyes, a smirk on his lips, “Baby got back.” He slapped your right cheek, and you shrieked only to sink back into moaning as he rubbed the sting away.

Before he gave it another try you pulled his head down, opening up your mouth to let him explore another part of you. The strong alcohol mix blended between your tongues, as your hands pulled the back of his t-shirt to somehow get him closer. Jungkook chuckled into your kiss and all you did was mumble a disfigured “What?!”

“Nothing,” he whispered as he lifted you up and away from the dance floor. “I just think–” peck, “it’s time we find–” peck, “another place to continue this–” peck. The domesticity of it all, despite the environment, left you stunned, cheeks warming up considerably and all you could do was hide your face in the crook of his neck. You liked it, in fact you liked it a little bit too much.

Jungkook might have wanted to give you the lovey-dovey scenario but the truth was you were at a college party, bumping with sweaty bodies on the way to find some privacy, half drunkenly tripping over littered staircases was what you needed to get through. Which you did with the help of a strong hand grabbing onto the hem of his t-shirt as you attempted to navigate the dimly lit apartment.

“Hey, hey, slow down there,” Jungkook sounded behind you as he pointed to a room that just then became vacant when two ruffled figures pursued a silent retreat from it. Though the last thing you wanted to do was slow down. You shuffled back and into the space.

The room was hot, smelled of sex and alcohol and the bed sheets were a mess. Jungkook threw a calculating eye towards the bed.

“Under the sheets?”

“Under the sheets,” you answered as you helped him discard the duvet.

“You really want to take the risk?” He asked, pointing back at the door as he walked to your side of the bed. The right side.

You thought it through in your head. The worst thing that could happen was someone walking in while Jungkook’s is balls deep in you. The best thing that could happen was Jungkook being balls deep in you. Also maybe the worst thing wasn’t t that bad after all, you thought as the thought of someone seeing Jungkook fuck you shoot a shiver up your legs and into your pussy.

“Uh huh,” you answered, breathless and squirming when his hands dove into the back of your crop top and his teeth nibbled at the exposed skin of your cleavage. “God..hmm, fuck,” he moaned into your skin making it even hotter as you ground your dripping center against his groin and your hands pulled his slick and soft hair to keep yourself from melting into a puddle.

“Please touch me.”

Your voice was barely audible in between your whimpers. Jungkook’s hands slid down your back to sprawl his big palms on your ass as he controlled your grinding, looking into your eyes. You couldn’t keep them open, not that you needed them to decipher his eagerness. If the soft moans, the big hands and the biting weren’t enough to let you know exactly how he was feeling, his dick was more than glad to help as it grew stiffer by the minute, grazing harder and harder against your drenching heat.

Did you love the way his hands glided over your heated skin, seemingly setting it on fire as he kneaded it every chance he got? Yes! But you wanted him to touch you elsewhere.

“Plea—ah, touch m—oh.”

Jungkook kept showing you that there were more ways to use his mouth. He had kissed and bit you but nothing could have prepared you for his sucking. Somehow while you were busy craving for his touch, he had undone your bra and discarded it somewhere and now he had his warm and wet mouth around your sensitive mound as his hand massaged the other. His hot tongue swept over the thin fabric covering your nipple, biting the erect tip only for you to whine and squirm at the loss of contact with his cock.

He took his time, enough for sweat beads to form along your hairline. You whined, pushing yourself against any surface of him within your reach. You could have been vocal about wanting to feel him on you, skin burning against yours, to feel him in you, his strong appendage exploring your heat. Yet you kept your mouth shut for fear of the sound that might leave you

Jungkook gave your breast a particularly hard bite before your hand slid from your hair past your slippery chest to hold onto his slick locks. Your uncontrolled, whiny moans didn’t seem to do much to change Jungkook’s speed. Somehow, his exploration of your breasts became even more languid, lending enough time for your breaths to become synchronized.

His tongue trailed its way back up to graze your slack jaw as your eager hands latched on the thin fabric of his t-shirt to push him down onto the bed. That seemed to bring him back to reality, glazed eyes staring right at you. Jungkook thought that you wanted it to be a two-way street, not just him pleasuring you but you him. However his jittery leg couldn't’’t help but show his eagerness to try out whatever it is that he had in mind.

“So….” He exhaled, breathing slowly going back to normal.

You started a bit longer at him, after all, this wasn’t about Jungkook getting his fill, it was about you getting yours. You were the one who had been fantasizing about this for an unhealthy amount of time. So truthfully, you weren’t looking for a two-way street. You wanted something else. “I want to use you.” At that his leg stopped bouncing.

Maybe you knew a lot less about Jungkook that you thought. At the sight of his rippling muscles removing his t-shirt the “keep your mouth closed” rule you had imposed on yourself flew out of the window. Your shining eyes gained a chuckle. “You look like a kid in a candy story,” he said while he crossed his arms hoping his bulging biceps would divert your attention from another straining part of him. Jungkook deducted that you liked to watch as your teeth abused your lips, to let your eyes run past his tooth-rothening sweet expression to his broad shoulders that were slightly red from your previous eagerness, down his chest to his happy trail and equality happy dick.

He was right, you liked watching, but not just watching anyone, watching him. You were finally getting front row, uncensored material to fill all the previous fantasies you had had of him at night, in the morning, in class, at the rink, anywhere really.

You dropped to your knees, ass on your feet, as your hands ran down his thighs to feel them clench under your touch, “Don’t worry I’m not too much of a kid, I won’t take too much and leave you dry,” you said, floundering hands reaching for his zipper. Jungkook made it easier for you, spreading his legs to let you closer into his space.

You couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in front of you only to shy away and stare at the floor, You took an apprehensive look at Jungkook whose lips were slightly parted, eyes soft, waiting for you. For someone who was just having a quick fling he was weirdly patient and understanding. “Sorry for staring,” you whispered, undoing the zipper and reaching behind as he lifted his hips from the bed for you to pull his pants and underwear down his ass. A soft grunt escaped his lips as your finger grazed the flesh of his toned ass.“As long as you’re not disgusted. If anything I’m flattered.” He smiled down at you.

He spread his thighs wider, allowing you a full view of his veiny up-curved cock, rushing blood tainting the tip an angry red. Now he was showing off, to which you threw him a sly smile which he returned with a wink as you shook your head, hand reaching for the alluring throbbing length. At your touch you heard a sharp intake of air above you, you gave a tentative lick to his tip receiving a slight jolt.

You had gotten so far, yet the prospect of having Jungkook staring at you as you blew him off had you shy. With a gentle hand to his hard chest you prompted him to lay down on the bed. “Stay down,” you breathed against his dick. “Unfai–ahhh” he didn’t get to finish his protest as you enveloped your warm mouth around his thick tip, swirling it around as the salty taste of precum coated your tongue and an involuntary hum of approval reverberated in your chest. Yeah this was worth it, you thought as you plunged more of him into your mouth to his approving groans. “Fuck, oh, you feel so good.” You didn’t think of yourself as having much of a praising kink, but the praise coming from him with a throaty voice in between his gasps, had your pride swelling along with his cock.

Your head bobbed up and down his hard shaft, saliva coating the surface generously as your hand twists around his length. A particularly good suck of your mouth on his cock had Jungkook’s thighs clenching around your frame, a hand rooting itself on your hair. “Yeah, right there. Fuck.” You repeated the same movement whining at his tightening grip.”Sh–agh I’m gonna cum soon if yo– oh fuck you’re too go–” Your thighs were clenched tightly around your heated core, your other hand gripping onto one of Jungkook’s shivering thighs. You were really doing it. Feeling the weight of him on your tongue, pushing back and sucking him further down your throat. The rush of glee in your body was unavoidable.

You pulled through, opening your aching jaw further as you pumped more of him into your mouth, tongue fully stretched letting his mouth watering cock be embraced by the constricted walls of your throat. The instance he felt the effect of the depth of your throat, your nails plunging into the skin of his thighs for added intensity, Jungkook couldn’t keep himself down anymore. He heaved his clenching torso back up to a seated position at the sound of your gags. They resounded loud enough to drown his discombobulated mix of heavy sighs and groans, yet he wished he could swap the backdrop electronic music for the slippery and choked out sounds being emitted from your warm throat.

“Hey hey hey, slow down or I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he said in a rushed voice as you relentlessly continued your attack on him, keeping your promise of using him.

When words didn’t seem to be getting to you, he attempted to yank your head back a bit but you stayed rooted, throat somehow engulfing him deeper as the strong command of his arm flattered against your ministrations and had him bucking his hips upwards. You choked on his length, landing a warning slap to his thigh which didn't seem to help other than encourage Jungkook’s inevitable descent into a whining mess. “Oh-h sh-it, fuck me.” His stuttering breaths along with the scent of him as your nose touched the base of his cock had you dizzy and dripping wet, nails scratching his skin meanwhile tears coated your hot cheeks. When you were done with him you were sure he would file an animal complaint report. You weren’t exactly trying very hard not to mark him.

Despite your aching throat and jaw, you resolved to take him deep one last time. But that seemed to be one last time too many as the hot exhale of Jungkook’s breaths further warmed your forehead and he buckled forward from the pleasure. His O-shaped mouth connected with the top of your head whilst he defiled your throat and mumbled curses through gritted teeth.

Your worn out mouth retracted to give place for your arms to do the finishing work. Before you could pick up the speed, Jungkook’s mouth found your abused lips, tongue probing your entrance to lap up at the excess saliva, sighing softly into the kiss. The hand in your hair kept you rooted in the racking of his teeth against your lips and for a second you thought of letting him use you too. That was until you gave him a small bite of your own and felt him twitch in your hand. Your other hand wrapped around his wrist to remove his hold on you as you tore your lips off of his just to stare at his hooded eyes.

“I’m supposed to be using you Jeon.” Your hands resumed their work on his cock, welcoming back the straining breaths of the godly man seated in front of you. He was leaning back on his arm as his other hand latched onto his sweaty hair, trying to anchor the sanity that threatened to leave him at the sight of you working on him so diligently. A sight that would remain ingrained in his mind for a very long time. You made sure of it. “Oh, I’m close,” he slurred.

You stuck your tongue out, “Woah really, you’re sure about it?” He might have sounded concerned but you could still manage to see the glint in his sweaty expression. He wanted it. So you played along, “Jungkook pleaseeee,” you whined head moving closer to his flushed cock. You left the rest to him, watching as his fingers fluttered around his length to form a strong hold as he pumped himself with your saliva past his edge. “A–A– Ahhh hmmm, oh fuck.” White warm stripes of salty cum landed on your tongue at the same time that you watched the satisfying decoration of tightly knitted brows, eyes shut tight and bottom lip caught between his teeth on his face following his hurried release.

You pushed your ass off your feet to stand back up and Jungkook met you, standing tall, hands as eager as ever as they wrapped around your form. You shivered at the graze of your nipples against his taut chest. Jungkook went on to leave even more marks on your skin, teeth grazing and nipping your flesh between the wet trail of soft kisses he made sure to leave before his mouth reached the sensitive shell of your ear. “Thank you,”he whispered and you almost laughed out loud but managed to keep under control. “I wasn’t doing you a favour, Jeon. I’ve wanted to suck your dick for a while now. So really, I should be the one saying thank you.”

Your hands traveled down his back as you placed your head in the crook of his neck to give him some of your own marks, except a lot less delicate which you could tell by the way he squeezed you tighter.

You let your arm travel in between your bodies to wrap around his neck as your other arm took it upon itself to get him ready for another round. The most important one. Your fingers played with the strong raven strands on his head earning approving hums from his broad chest. With calm strokes to his member you felt him hardening. But Jungkook also wanted his fun so with two hands of his own he undid the measly buttons of your pants. It was either he was somehow good at undoing buttons while pressed against someone or he just had a lot of experience, but Jungkook did not tear his eyes away from yours. You stroked him harder, pulling soft, strained yet compelling reactions from him, his hot breath fanning your face in the time that you felt the weight of his forehead against yours.

Addicted to the feeling of your hands on him, he let you fondle with him a bit longer instead choosing to play with the softness of your ass. His hands familiarised themselves with the strong curve of your cheeks and their strong jiggle potential when he grabbed a handful of your butt to pull you closer so he could grind on you. “Ohhh,” you sighed into yet another bite of his shoulder.

Jungkook kept grinding and you kept whining and sighing. By then you were sure you had soaked through your panties and down your thighs, something he wished to witness as his fingers hooked around your pants and pulled them all the way down. You were raring to keep stroking him. Honestly, you could have held his dick forever if asked to. It was heavy and hot against your palm, velvety skin dragging up and down with each movement of your hand. And with every particularly good stroke on your end it would give you a little reward twitch.

But Jungkook had other plans. He stood back up, hands sliding behind your thighs to heave you up, legs around his waist as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt on the mattress with your form still clinging to him and arranged the few pillows to his satisfaction. He tapped your thigh for you to let go and lay splattered on the bed, wet and needy pussy on display for him. You still had on your flimsy crop top, which he all but ripped off you.

“Hey!” You went in for a hit on his chest, which he blocked. “Not cool, this isn’t some sort of movie you know,” you pouted angrily at him to which he smiled back. He wondered how he didn’t not notice you at the rink before?

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He made small talk as he spread you further to stare at your dripping centre. “Who says we’re gonna meet again after this?”

Jungkook ran his fingers past your wet folds, coating himself in your want as he turned his eyes back at you to be met with the sight of your cheek. “All this juice says.” You heard a loud pop and tried to shield yourself but his thighs were in the way. “Oh, now you’re shy,” he huffed lightly as he held onto your ankles to push himself back enough to be at eye-level with the result of his alluring nature.

“Is it okay if I eat you out?” you didn’t know if he had intended his question to come out as soft as it did, like he really believed that you didn’t want his face between your thighs. “Jeon just get to it.”you acted detached. He shook his head at your feigned annoyance and grabbed a handful of your thighs, rooting himself close enough to your gaping hole that your folds tickled from his shallow breaths.

He bit his way past your clenched thigh and gave you one last squeeze, “What a pretty cunt.” One he dived right into, tongue lapping at the excess wetness with an excruciatingly slow lick . “Ahh, fuck.” You did your best to take a deep breath, one supposed to calm your jitters down but Jungkook wasn’t looking to give you mellow head. Harshly kneading the skin of your thighs, he buried his face deeper into your pussy, pointed tongue travelling past pooling juices to probe your entrance hard enough for your hands to bunch into fists hard that would leave crescent moons on your palms.

“Oh–My–God.” You moaned between rhythmless breaths. You squeezed your eyes, back arching off the bed when he licked you in a particularly hungry away only to graze his teeth lightly against your sensitive flesh. “You good up there?” You could feel his smile against your inner thighs. You shoved your heel into his side in retaliation. “Oh, aggressive in bed? Sexy” You propped yourself up on your elbows to give him a dumbfounded look as you motioned to him to keep it going. “Awww, you’re so mean to me darling.” His shiny lips formed a pout and you did your best not to react to what he had just called you. “Please,” you muttered for good measure. But Jungkook seemed like an easy person to please and an even bigger people pleaser so he got back to the task at hand.

While he had kept quiet for most of the time he was devouring your pussy, now with some kind of newfound confidence he hummed soft words of praise at every little twitch of your legs and buck of your hips and every soft gasp that left your lips. His eagerness fed off of your whining and tossing and he grew harder for every squeeze of your thighs he felt against his broad frame.

While Jungkook was satisfied with having you laid out for him, oozing your desires into his tongues for him to taste and praise, he wanted to see how far he could take you. Maybe it was just him and his competitive spirit or maybe it was his need to explore more of you, to add one more thing on his list of “who Y/N is” before you parted ways. Whatever it may have been, it made him bring his hand down to plunge a strong finger past your folds and into your welcoming heat. You yelped at the sensation, hands finally settling on Jungkook’s hair only for your hold to strengthen as he slipped the finger in and out.

“You like that darling?” You chose not to answer, you didn’t want to inflate his ego anymore as if he wasn’t able to make out the answer for himself, which he did when a second finger made an entrance and you whined at the delicious feeling of the slight stretch. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” You flapped your foot against the mattress when he went back to attacking your centre with his tongue, flicking at your clit, landing fluttering kisses that have the knot in your stomach tighten further while his scissored you into a whining mess.

“I didn’t know I was about to fuck a fish.” He laughed as you felt the swipe of his tongue when he retracted from his kisses which set off the aim of your kick against his side. “Next time remind me to bring a tie or a few of them. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the reaction but I don’t like to be disturbed while I am ravaging such a delightful pussy.” You wanted to abandon the daze Jungkook had induced within you, just for a second, enough to refute his idea of a second time, but the rushed addition of a third finger inside your wet walls shut you up. Jungkook pressed his digits with determination, alternating speeds to make a mockery out of your need for oxygen.

Things seemed to come in a duality for him. While he wished nothing more than to make a mess of you, and revel in the mix of gushing sounds from your cunt and pitched curses blessing his ears, he equally wanted to slide the softness of his cheeks against your thighs only to turn his head to cover you in ghostly kisses. He wanted you to feel everything, his fingers turning you into putty, his breaths fanning turning you even hotter, the dip of his other hand beyond your clenched stomach and past the valley of your chest as you held your breath long enough to exhale into the commanding squeeze of his tattooed fingers around your breast.

He went on, you screamed on. He fed himself off your cries and scratches on his scalp, slurping on the endless gush resulting from months’ worth of pent up horniness of your part.

You slapped Jungkook’s shoulder, hoping to bring him out of this endless exploration with his tongue. You were close. “Jungkook~,” you whined, head tossing side to side. He hummed against you, grabbing a fistful of your ass, somehow bringing you closer than you already felt. You were beyond controlling yourself, legs trembling at the combined attack of his nose against your clit, tongue curving as he soaked you up. ”There you go, come for me darling.”

He engulfed your bud around his lips and your hands retracted for your breasts, any semblance of normality and balance slipping from your fingers into Jungkook’s hair. “Jeo— oh god, fuc—yeah right...” You trailed off, words getting caught in your throat, back arching your feverish chest against the stale air of the room, hands clenching around his locks at the moment the compiled knot of your arousal snapped under Jungkook’s attentive care.

You tried to control your quivering legs and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s slow and steady ascent from the place between your legs to your lips, you might have shrieked at an alarming volume. You still shrieked but the same coated lips that brought about your orgasm, were placed on yours to bring you back down to your usual composure. You tasted yourself on his tongue. And you couldn’t control the twitch of your torso when his hand went to caress your back, pulling scorching skin against each other.

The light and docile dance of Jungkook’s fingers brought about a different demeanour in you. At least that was what you let yourself believe. You exhaled an amused deep breath in the crook of his neck as your high came to an end, “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

“Again, thank you,” he said calmly, yet you felt the slight thumping of his heart against your breast. It must be from vigorous exercise.

The both of you lay next to each other on your side for a moment, Jungkook’s arm draped over the dip of waist.

“Honestly, we could end here and I would be happy,” you said closing your eyes, letting your neck rest as your head slumped against his chest. A small laugh erupted from him.

“It’s you saying shit like that, that will make sure we don’t end here, at least not if I can do something about it.” He ran his hand along his neck and you truly believed in your soul to be staring at a Michelangelo painting. You ogled the way his arm stretched sideways to reveal the small bed of air in his armpit as his biceps bulged (whether he’s showing off or that was just your perception didn’t matter and you frankly didn't care).

His hairstyle was no longer present, hair completely out of his face and you imagined this was what he must look like when he wakes up, albeit less sweaty and red from all the scratches and marking. His face looked a lot softer, the fat on his cheek more prominent and the largeness of his eye more notable.

Maybe that was a bit harsh, but you would rather not have him text you during this specific weekend. You didn’t know what kind of texter he was, but if you based it off your only interaction, he seemed rather talkative.You just needed some time to let what just had happened and what would continue to happen sink in.

“Stop staring at me. It’s not helping your case for stopping here,” he said, blinking a couple of times to look past you. This Jungkook, who was in fact like all the versions of Jungkook you had seen during your pining months, had you feeling less intimidated enough for you to smile at his remark. The first proper smile he got to see. He wanted to comment on it but you spoke before.

“You wear glasses?”

“How do you know?” He asked back.

“I didn’t. I just noticed you blinking a lot so I guessed.”

“I wear lenses for the most part, but my eyes are quite dry. It’s usually not a problem. But I wasn’t trying to miss any of your reactions,” he winked

You huffed giving him an incredulous look. You wondered what he looks like with glasses on? Does he look hotter or cuter? You were about to continue building on your imagination when he decided that break time was over by pulling on your arm to have you laying on top of him where you could now feel his reenergized cock. You threw yet another look his way as if you weren’t mentally drooling at the thought of seeing him with glasses.

“I told you to stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking about me. Thinking about me outside of this context.”

You were too childish to admit, so you did the first thing that comes to mind at the sight of his chest. You bit it.

“Ouch! You really want me to make you cry again huh?”

Deeming him distracted enough from the previous path your conversation was taking. You stretched your neck to his pierced ear. “I want you to fuck me now, Jeon.” If the shift of his gaze wasn’t proof enough of the sudden change in atmosphere. Then the contraction of his hands against your frame, as your heart triumphed at the feel of his cock hardening further against the edge of your thigh, made it clear.

“Hmm such a potty mouth,” he gave you a serene kiss, hands travelling deeper into the valley of your back. “Not even a small please.” He got a very deliberate feel of your ass while nipping at your collarbone.

Using both hands placed at the top of his V cut, you pushed yourself to a seated position on top of his hard dick, pulling an agitated groan from Jungkook’s lips. You ground your hips on top of him, wet pussy lips providing copious lubrication, “Please~," you moan, head hanging low. He bit his lip, hand colliding with your ass, “That’s more like it.”

The feel of him was more overwhelming than you had imagined and when Jungkook rooted his hands on your hips to guide you into a slower grind, your legs squeezed against him at the feel of his tip grazing your entrance. You threw him a side eye, fully aware of his teasing. But you didn’t mind it all too much, especially not when it felt so good. The kind of good that made you close eyes and munch on your bottom lip for fear of uttering something utterly stupid but very true like, “God, I could fuck you forever.”

“Huh, whatcha say?” Your eyes shot open to look at Jungkook’s distorted eyebrows above the eyes that were staring at the conjunction between your groins, lip still caught in his teeth. “Nothing,” you dismissed your unintended statement easily, diverting his attention to the current moment.

The hand that was splattered against his sweaty chest traveled to wrap around his fully erect penis as Jungkook hissed at your touch. “Oh fuck, you’re really gonna ride me?” You couldn’t help the prideful swell of your chest at his enthusiasm. Jungkook might have seemed intimidating but he definitely knew how to praise. At the rate he was going, you were one hundred percent sure you would be boasting about fucking him for the rest of the academic year.

You pushed against your knees, body relaxing thanks to the soft caresses Jungkook left on the sides of your thighs. Okay, you were really going to do it? Your heartbeat had skyrocketed, eight months of pining and imagining finally coming to an end. You were ready to sink onto his length.

“Wait! Condom.” He said pointing to the side of the bed where his discarded leather pants should be somewhere.

“Right,” you shook your head, coming back to your senses as you shuffled quickly off him and the bed to grab his pants.

“Nice ass,” he emitted a subtle sound of approval making you roll your eyes as you bent back up, pants in your hand. “Back pocket,” he instructed. You found exactly one condom. “I see you didn’t have too many plans of your own for tonight,” you said in what was supposed to be a light tone, but it came off far more judgemental. You managed a smile for good measure, climbing back up on top of him.

You teared off the packaging, unrolling the condom onto his cock which was wet with your want. A soft “oh” came from underneath you when you reached the base of his dick. Jungkook’s look had somehow become even more intense, he stared as your fingers traveled to hold his shaft, positioning yourself above it. While you tried to make it subtle, he noticed the small breaths you took apprehensively before sinking his member into your wet warmth.

You both sighed, you delighted by the thought-erasing stretch of Jungkook’s throbbing length as he ended up fully sheathed in you, and him simultaneously entranced by the tightness of your walls and the sight of you on top of him. Jungkook might not have known you before now, but he was sure he wouldn’t ever forget you. In fact, he doesn’t.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love a good cockwarming but it would be a waste if I com—,” you shifted your hips a bit “before I got a good dicking in.”

“Jeon, shut up. I need to adjust okay.”

Jungkook was about to open his mouth to boast, you were sure of it so you slapped your palm down on his mouth. You thought you heard him mumble something along the lines of “kinky” as crinkles showed up besides his eyes.

You took yet another deep breath, moaning at the slow drag of his veiny cock against your pussy as you slid up, tip almost leaving your core only to slide back down, a small shriek emitting from your throat on the fast descent. Jungkook’s hands left your sides to remove your hands from his chest so he could lift his torso to a seated position. You gave him a quizzical look. “I just want to be able to kiss you,” he pushed the two of you closer to the headboard, back leaning lazily against the surface, “if I want to, which I will,” he felt the need to add.

So you plunged forward, smashing your lips against his, his head almost hitting the headboard. Arms coming around to rest behind his neck, you picked up the speed as the slapping sounds of your ass against his thighs filled your space. “Ohhhh god,” you sighed against his shoulder. The room was brimming with gushing sounds, Jungkook’s cock ramming into yours between never-ending gasps and groans, and ongoing praise from Jungkook’s end telling you how good your pussy felt, how good you were to him. “Fuck, do you hear how wet you’re for me?”

You stuttered, hands slipping against the headboard when his hips thrusted to meet yours, “Fu-ff-fuck.” You were unsure if you were gonna be able to formulate any coherent words until you came. Ever the ass man Jungkook’s hands spread over your rear flesh guiding you up and down his rigid shaft as he pleased, tethering on the edge between teasing and pleasuring you, further torturing you and himself.

But he couldn’t help it, not when you were whispering sweet nothings into his ears, biting his shoulders, scratching his back, mewling and squealing at the feel of him hitting your deepest spot. So Jungkook repeated it as many times as he saw fit, pulling himself out only to slam back into you, feeling your stature tense around his strong arms as you teeth latched on to the skin of his collarbone.

Jungkook kept bouncing you on his cock, mouth extending towards your neglecting mounds, as he placed his hot mouth against it, sending tingles down your spine which made you grind against him. He lapped at the skin, tongue toying with your nipples, further guiding you up and down his dick with his strong hands. You held onto his forearm for balance, crying out into the air. “Ahhh fuck, please Jeon, fuck me more.”

You were actually not making sense. How exactly was he supposed to fuck you more? You didn’t know but Jungkook made it known that he was the man. He held you still and steady above him and began his assault on your sensitive cunt. He bucked into your hips with a relentless speed that had your breast bouncing in his face, to his delight. Your thighs were burning, knees ready to give up as you screamed shamelessly.

Jungkook hissed as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking the come out of him. He didn’t know how much longer he could last. You sighed deeper into his thrusts when he spanked your ass shooting pleasure straight to your tightening core as you did your best to restrain your oncoming orgasm. You wanted it to last forever.

You decided to start moving again, meeting his thrusts halfway, intensifying the effect as Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you, a hand anchoring itself at the back of your neck as he stared into your fucked out expression. You were sweaty, eyelids down but squeezed, mouth open, jaw slack and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from kissing you. He pulled you down by your neck, lips rubbing against each other. You managed to kiss for short bursts of time frequently separating, mouths agape to gasp and moan at the feeling of each other, feeling yourselves close to coming.

Your hand moved to cup Jungkook’s cheek before you tilted his head back with a gentle hair grab, “Jungkook, make me come,” you said before kissing up his jaw. The fact that you had called him by his first name for the first time was not lost on him and he couldn't control the wide smile that spread on his lips. “Anything for you darling,” he kissed into your neck.

Suddenly, reenergized Jungkook jolted his hips forward, stronger than before, digging deep into your soaked core as he marked your shoulder. His thighs pushed against your own, spreading you wider, no barrier in sight as his hand found your clit, which he rubbed in quick circles as he continued to roll his hips into yours, dick straining against the increased tightness. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.”

It was when Jungkook started to piston into you that you felt your body slowly lose itself. The knot in your stomach coiling, ready to snap, thighs trembling from being held in place. “Jungkook, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered.

He didn't think he would ever get tired of you calling his name. “Come for me darling. Cream on my cock,” he demanded, hand digging into your ass as he continued rubbing your clit. A few more thrusts came along before you choked, body rigid as the coil in you snapped, and you gushed on Jungkook’s dick to his big pleasure. Your entire body quivering under his soothing caresses. You stayed in place, moaning when Jungkook swiped his hand past your pussy lips so he could have a taste. He hummed, fingers in his mouth, “You’re delicious darling.” You smiled too tired to give him any ounce of attitude.

But you were not done yet, so you pulled through letting your raw cunt sink back down on Jungkook’s cock. You started moving to his enjoyment. You were sensitive so you went slow, but that didn't seem to have any less of an effect on Jungkook who huffed in between breaths, trying to enjoy as much of you before he came. You leaned into him, lips biting and licking his earlobe, “Can you come for me baby?”

Were you playing dirty? Yes. But honestly you didn't know how much longer Jungkook could hold and you were sensitive, so you played on his apparent weakness, he liked to please and you liked to be pleased. On top of that his pulsating dick made it known that he liked the term of endearment. “Ohh god, please call me baby again,” he grunted.

“Will you come then?”

“Fuck yeah.”

With a couple more strokes in the bag, a tensed Jungkook under you, you raked your fingernails down his back, kissing up his shoulder to the junction between his shoulder and neck where you placed a light bite before licking your way up to his ear. “Baby,” you kissed the contour of his ear, “Jungkook, come in me baby,” you mewled, dropping down onto his shaft.

You gasped at the strong grasp Jungkook had on your hips as he grunted, hips stuttering into you. His hot breath heated your chest while his strong arms abused your skin and he kept mumbling curses under his breath with his eyes screwed shut. “Oh shit, ugh, fuck ahhh, you’re….” He trailed off, speech rolling into sighs as he ran a hand down his face.

“I am ?,” you inquired.

“The best I’ve ever had,” he said hugging you. He wanted to say something else, but he doubted either of you were ready to deal with what it could possibly entail.

You got off of his lap to lay on the bed, exhausted but fully satisfied. After all, the eight month long pining was worth it.. You couldn’t wait to scream to Kyra about this. You could genuinely go the remaining of the year being celibate, that’s how satiated you felt.

Jungkook poked your side, bringing you back from your thoughts, “About that offer, I am up for it if you are,” he probed in a weary tone.

“What offer?”

“I mean I didn’t hear you too clearly, but I’m pretty sure you said something about being able to fuck me forever.”

You stayed silent. After all you didn’t know what kind of offer that involves sex he was making. The committed or uncommitted kind?

“I just thought, ya know, we’re pretty compatible so we could scratch each other’s back once in a while.”

“Are you talking about being friends with benefits?”

“Yeah! That.” He turned to his side to gauge your reaction, “ Only if you want of course! Otherwise forget I asked.”

You thought back to what Kyra said. There’s more to the male species than Jeon Jungkook. But honestly after the fuck you had just had, you were quite content with deluding yourself for a couple of months, or however long the arrangement could last.

You satt up on the edge of the bed, “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”

“Oh! Okay, uhm cool then,” he said, sounding both surprised and enthusiastic.

You were dirty but you still put your clothes back on, stealing Jungkook’s t-shirt. “I’m taking this cause you tore my top off.” It was too big for you, but it smelled nice, like him. Maybe it could cover up the sex stench you had on.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not .” He scratched the back of his head. You flip him off which made him chuckle.

You were fully clothed, shoes on, ready to exit the room. Jungkook was sporting his outfit too without the t-shirt and he totally resembled an exotic male dancer. You tore your eyes off his body before you started thinking things, turning around and reaching for the door handle.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hmm.”

“Your phone number?”

“Monday at Ms Diane’s after your shift,” you blurted out before leaving the room in a rush.

You kept your promise and stopped by at Diane’s Rink for a quick greeting and a recital of your phone number. You wanted to stay longer, and had you asked Jungkook if it was okay with him, he would have rolled past and around you with an affirming smirk.

After that you turned your text notifications back on. What followed was three days of losing your composure at the slight sound of a bling coming from your phone. Maybe you had overestimated Jungkook’s forwardness. It wasn’t until you bumped into him and his friend at the university’s lunch space a couple of days later that you got to see him again. The two of you were in different departments so you rarely had class in the same buildings.

You ate in silence, eyes focused on the word dense pages of Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”, so much the words jumbled together and you slammed the book shut, sighing into yet another bite of your bland chicken sandwich. You snuck another look at his table and he looked fine. You hadn’t expected him to look any different really but you thought maybe he had noticed you too. Sure you looked a lot less eye-catching than what you did at the party but one would be able to recognise someone they fucked not so long ago. Worse of it all, he had asked you and you were the one losing your mind over it.

Appetite gone, you picked up your belongings and your small pile of trash, throwing the waste in the bin not far from his table. You had chosen to act on the hurt and growing anger inside of you, pulling out your phone to text him a petty, “Nice to see you too asshole 🖕”.

You hadn’t even cared that you were blowing your cover, revealing that you were in fact already in possession of his number, further adding to your desperation. You stood back for a few moments but out of sight just to see his reaction. Jungkook had retrieved his phone from his pocket, taking a quick look at his screen before hastily lifting his head to look at the table where you had been sitting. So he saw….

You could have left unnoticed but you were already on your dramatic streak so you chose to storm out of the hall, passing by his apprehensive eyes. If only you had turned around just for a split second, enough to decipher the pleased expression on his face, you would have in fact known that Jungkook was quite happy to know that wanted it just as much as him. He considered that a needed affirmation for him to move forward, speeding past the green light.

It wasn’t long Jungkook grabbed hold of you after your “Literary and Cultural Theory” class.

“Hey! Slow down, I’m about to drop my books,” you had alarmed him shuffling hastily behind his combat boots and he couldn’t have shown you that he gave any less of a shit when he instead quickened his stride.

It wasn’t long before you were dragged into the cramped confinement of his car. Books, bags and clothes in the front seats while an eager Jungkook and a confused you took refuge in the back seat. You shivered against the cool fabric of the seat as Jungkook’s chest warmed you up from above as he huffed and puffed beside your ear for every pointed thrust he landed deep within your gushing core. You had tried and failed at keeping your voice down. You stared out of the window attempting to calm your breathing by synchronising it with the lazy fall of browned tree leafs.

You had accomplished a couple of firsts in that moment, First time having car sex (which wasn’t as hot as you thought it would be but Jungkook made up for it), and dabbling in slight exhibitionism behind Jungkook’s tinted back seat windows (which surprisingly left you more horny than expected).

“Ready to get started with this darling?” He asked, sweating skin leaving yours as his softening cock left your entrance earning a gasp from your side of the car.

“A head’s up would have been nice.” Your hand searched the front seat for your panties.

“But isn’t that the fun part?” He snapped his condom shut. “Plus it’s not like I, or even you can control when you feel like doing it.”

You were ready to refute his reasoning but he made a point and you held your tongue.

“Fine, but don’t abuse your fuck n’ go rights or I’ll get stingy. I don’t have your stamina Jeon.” You tore your head to the side after putting on your t-shirt to look at him, eyes demanding him to say he’ll behave.

“Okay, okay, sure I’ll try.”

That was the first big lie he had told you.

Since then, the thrill that came with getting regular dick in unexpected places never ceased and as you’re now watching Jungkook tear the rink apart with his calculated moves and pristine performance on shiny black roller skates, you know exactly how you would like your next appointment to be.

Despite having been fuck buddies for over three months, the prospect of Jungkook roleplaying in his work uniform never had been a reality. You think it’s about time you change that.

The air in the rink is fiery in spite of the cool winter air outside, people cram together at the edge of the rink to watch the contestants. After an unexpected turn of events, the annual “Disco Craze” roller skating contest had been short of one judge. Miss Diane hurried to find a replacement in the crowd. Of course you had jumped at the opportunity, after all you had arrived too late to the rink to get a good spot to watch the competition. Maybe it was your enthusiasm or your familiar face but to your delight you got picked.

This year’s contestants are far better than last year and both as a judge and a friend you’re fearing for Jungkook’s current winning streak. However, that’s a fear he doesn’t seem to share. Not with the way he glides smoothly to the beat of “I Don't Feel Like Dancin'” by Scissor Sisters. He soaks in the cheering crowd, spot rexing with a goofy smile on your face.

This is probably the first time you really get to see Jungkook roller skate, you knew he was good, everyone had told you, just not that he was this good.

His happiness while he scissors across the rink is contagious. He mouths the lyrics towards the crowd and unlike the song title, you see the soft sway of bodies moving to the beat. You’re left smiling before you know it, foot tapping along. He does a quick jump into a spin, before he speeds towards the judge’s table only to stop abruptly as he body rolls backwards. You shake your head, feeling more aware of the tactics Jungkook must have employed throughout the years to win. His number is over before you know it.

There are a total of eleven contestants. But from what you’ve seen it’s between Jungkook and a girl who performed a great number to Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive”. During the intermission to allow the public to cast their vote, you shuffle away to buy some kit kats at the little snack shop beside the handoff counter for the roller skates.

You finish one pack and buy a second which Jungkook snatches from your hands when he joins you.

“Thank you,” he sticks out his tongue at you before ripping the red packaging and biting into your kit kat.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” you sneer.

“Oooo I’m so scared.” He laughs a bit too loud, giving you a full view of his kit kat filled mouth. Sometimes you really want to hit him upside the head. “Sooo, what did you think?”

“About what?”

“My skating, duh! I’m pretty good, right?” He lifts an eyebrow cocking his head as he goes in for another aggressive bite of your kit kat.

“Meh, it was okay,” you say, walking away from the shop counter to sit by one of the benches near the rink.

“Okay!?”

“Yeah, just okay Jeon, The girl, uhm, what’s her number?” You know her number. “You know, the one with the yellow skates, she could totally beat you.”

You’re partially trying to mess with him but you’re also being honest. Her performance really was that good. “Pfft, whatever. I know I have loyal fans.” He sits down besides you and leans against the wall. “Sure, you do,” you mumble.

With one bar of the kit kat left, he extends the package to you and says, “As long as you don’t vote for her I’ll forgive your hurtful words.”

You take it, because it’s a kit kat, you would never say no. “Bribing judges Jeon, huh? What other tricks apart from this and those body rolls do you have up your sleeve?” You munch on the bar.

“Tricks that will make you cry if you don’t vote for me darling,” he says loud enough for only you to hear. He brings his hand onto your thigh, running upwards close enough to where he could cup your cunt with his big palm making your breath hitch, but he just squeezes your thigh and lifts himself off the bench to return to the rink. You swallow the leftover chunks of kit kat in your mouth before you end up choking, throw the package in the bin and walk away, trying to act as unbothered as Jungkook.

Miss Diane’s voice booms through the speaker letting everyone know that the intermission is over and the votes have been counted. Having judges at this contest is more so for an official feel, for the most part the judges never needed to vote. The results from the public’s vote were usually quite decisive, even if a judge’s vote equalled ten times the single vote a person from the public got.

As it looks now, it is 84-64 to the girl with yellow skates. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jungkook so unhappy, not even after he had lost points for a minor mistake when calculating his error on an experiment for a chemistry paper. He looks at you once he feels your gaze, his eyes reinforcing the little chat you had earlier.

It’s time for the judges to cast their vote. Mr. Ludwig, the owner of a café just a few blocks away, votes, to your surprise, for Jungkook. And as expected so does Miss Diane. It’s a tie.

Ten decisive points.

Your points to give.

Jungkook is staring at you, she isn’t. Jungkook likes to take your things from you, she doesn’t even know you. Jungkook threatens you, she has never even talked to you. But most importantly Jungkook is good at skating, he did really well but Miss “Yellow Skates” was better.

Mind set on who you’re voting for. Your arm lifts up her number. Number seven.

Jungkook lowers his heads, chuckling lightly into his chest before he looks up and congratulates the winner, clapping along with the crowd. He skates off the rink to let her perform her winning number once again. You’re still seated by the judge’s table before thumping steps grow louder coming towards you. Just like the time he pulled you away for your first quickie in his car, he yanks you off the seat, gently enough not to bring about anyone’s attention but strong enough for you to feel the nature of your current predicament.

“You’re so fucked,” he growls pushing in the direction of the staff room.

“I know,” you can’t help but giggle. Ultimately this was the perfect opportunity. You fulfil your fantasy of fucking him in his embellished uniform and you also get to make sure someone who’s better than him wins. Two birds, one stone. You don’t think you’ve ever been this effective.

Jungkook slams the door to the room shut, but doesn’t lock it. He drags you towards the door of the bathroom stalls. “Ehh, you sure about that Jeon?”

He pushes you along from behind, hand on your back, “Don’t worry, it’s clean,” he says softly before closing the door to the small stall to whisper into shoulder, “Unlike what you’re gonna be when I’m done with you.”

Jungkook’s naked arms wrap around your torso, hands landing on your hardened nipples over the fabric of your turtleneck as his mouth nips at the back of your neck. “I warned you darling.” You moan, ass rubbing against his groin enough to elicit a groan. “I won’t stop until you’re crying.” He wraps a hand around neck, right hand smoothly undoing your jeans as his hand dances on top of your skin, down your needy core and past your wet lips.

He does this as many times as he pleases. This isn’t about you. It’s about him using you. He follows the sway of your hips giving into your chase for his fingers, dipping into your heat, slowly. He starts with a finger, swirling it around, humming at the satisfying feel of you being so wet and ready for him. He squeezes your throat in approval. When he feels you clench at that he goes on to add a second finger. “Ugh, Jeon faster, please.”

Does he like how politely you’re being? Yes. But you know what else would have been polite? You voting for him. “Oh no, I don’t think so darling.” He adds a third finger and your back stutters against his broad chest, head thrown back against his shoulder. “You like that?” You nod your head, lips caught in between your teeth to repress your moans. “Then let me hear you darling.” You bite down harder on your lips.

Now with three fingers deep in you, stretching your cunt as your juices slide down his digits he picks up his speed. He keeps his strokes irregular, he never wants you to know what's coming. In and out unlike your breaths. You have resorted to shallow breathing, head turning for you to bury your nose into Jungkook’s veiny neck, as he makes a mockery out of you. He gives you a momentary break, stuffing his mouth with his fingers, “Oh yeah, desperation is a good taste on you.” He hums reaching his fingers towards your mouth which you open to taste yourself, whining at the back of your throat. “My darling is such a good girl,” he says biting your earlobe.

The hand that was on your throat, moves to roll your jeans past your thighs and past your knees.

“Do you even have a condom?” You croak as a chill runs down your leg from the cold air.

“What kind of question is that? When is that I’m never prepared?” He says, foot coming between yours to spread your legs. “I had planned for a sweet and gentle celebratory fuck after the competition, but you’re you and now we’re here.” You purr through your shivers when he runs his hands on the inside of your thighs, grazing your pussy before the pads of his fingers knead your ass.

Frankly you’re a bit glad to have escaped his initial plan. Having sweet sex with Jungkook was never your forté, while he could switch easily between his rough and gentle personas, you were never able to act normal when faced with the dulcet tones of his praises and the soothing touches of his body against yours. With a clenched and curved back, feet planted against the mattress for leverage, he would ram slowly but firmly, head secured in the depth of your collarbones as his cock reached the depth of you, making you quaver beneath him. On occasions like that, you never stuck around for too long after you were done. Jungkook had a habit of asking if you had enjoyed the act as if he wasn’t the one on top of you appeasing your frantic high and kissing throaty moans away.

No, you preferred this, when he grabs your roughly by your rear, landing a few spanks that have your arms reaching for the walls of the stall to steady yourself as he grunts at how much wetter you’re becoming. Or at least you could deal with it better.

“Bend over for me darling.”

You bend over instantly when Jungkook’s arms leave your upper body, hands landing on the lid of the toilet to catch yourself. You had found yourself in this position before, and you had cried the most in all of those moments. But you had never been standing. Not to predict the future, but you’re sure Jungkook will have to carry you into an orgasm, unless he wants you to kneel on all four on the floor.

Jungkook runs his drenched index down your spine, hand lifting back for another spank. “Ah!” And another to reprimand your scream, “Keep your voice down, unless you want us to be found out,” he smirks behind you, hand cupping your heat only to dip a finger into you without warning.

“Ohhh, shit,” you slur, fingers raking the surface of the lid. Jungkook shows no sign of being gentle, fingers abusing your pussy, driving in and out of you at an alarming speed.

When his digits curl inside of you right before a slow exit you clamp your hand around your mouth for fear of being too loud. Despite that, your soft cries are still audible to him making him smile before he resumes his explosive fingering. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this sound,” He says, bringing his other hand under your stomach to probe your swollen and neglected clit.

While the hastened pace of his fingers continue within you making you clench around the protrusion, Jungkook adopts a mellow pace to his massaging of your clit. The dual attack leaves you conflicted, unsure which way to rock your hips. “Arghhh,” you bite in your upper arm, clenching again around his digits. “Aww, my darling wants to come,” he coos. You rock your hips back in response.

“Oh, but then you should have voted for me, don’t you think?” You almost cry at the loss of contact, when your cunt is left empty and gapping.

You see him take a small step back to lean against the door of the stall. You exhale, still bend over, legs buckling when your thighs meet in a futile effort to relieve some tension. “You good there?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, but you find this far from funny.

“Jeon, please,” you say in a low, weak voice.

Ever since the first time he fucked you, Jungkook has always enjoyed toying with you, both outside and inside the bedroom. Whether it was borrowing (re: stealing) your favourite pens or taking a bite and in worse case scenario a whole portion of whatever it’s you’re eating. But nothing had ever topped this. Having you desperate to reach your orgasm and yet denying you that pleasure was a big favourite of his. He’s sure he could easily get himself off right now, ripping his condom off at the right moment just for him to decorate the smooth roundness of your ass with warm white stripes.

“Jeon.” He might have chosen to make you come had you called him Jungkook instead. But you’re you and he’s enjoying himself so he stays put.

“For old times sake, I think you should use me if you want to come so bad,” he says nonchalantly.

“Really, Jeon?”

“As real as you not voting for me, yes.” You shake your head. Jungkook’s competitive streak usually worked to your advantage. You enjoyed telling him how you doubt he could do something just to have him do it to you. It was just like asking, without the actual asking. You might have been able to pull something similar for his fingering skills but you’re both well aware of how many times the pounding from his rough digits has made you come.

Your hands push against the lid of the toilet, your frame wobbles a bit once you’re standing up straight and you can hear Jungkook’s giggly response. You turn around, slowly, to face his slightly red face and the very prominent bulge in his pants. He follows your eyes.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says readjusting his pants but only making the matter worse, “I can wait.”

You lift your head, step closer to him so you can catch a hold of the wrist below his wet hand. “Three,” you say, eyes travelling down his face to his parted lips. Adjusting your stance, you guide his three flexed out digits towards your dripping entrance. “Kiss me.”

While he likes toying with you, Jungkook is rather obedient especially when it advantages him. So he drops his head, hair tickling your nose, before his lips settle on yours. In that moment, you drive his fingers past your drenched nether lips as you moan into his kiss.

You’re convinced Jungkook’s dick is feeling a bit uncared for despite his reassurance. Doing your best to fuck yourself on his fingers, your hand gets occupied with palming his hard member. You’re totally only focusing on pleasuring yourself so much he cups the hand you have his cock and reinforces your grip and kneading. He hums into your kiss, satisfied and probably leaking in his boxers.

You suddenly let go of his reddened lips when he spreads his digits inside of you, the pads of his fingers grazing your walls, making you whine into his neck. You slow down your pace, feeling how close you are, “Jun– oh fuck, yeah right there.” His pace quickens once he registers the tremors in your legs. Fingers plunging deeper into your leaking pussy. Both hands free, you engulf Jungkook’s stature, holding on as his other hand grabs a strong hold of your cheeks to plant a harsh kiss on your lips.

He spreads his fingers and jams them in and out of you, He whispers for you to come on him, to let him hear you exhale choked breaths for him to remember tonight when he’s jerking off to the thought of you. You do just that.

Your chest heaves, fingernails digging into his back, face hiding from Jungkook’s protruding eyes as the tension in your core ruptures and your legs go slack. “Oh god, fuck me.”

“All in due time darling,” he answers back, hand running down your back.

“I meant to say fuck you, Jeon.” You manage to croak out once you’re sure you’ve reached the complete end of your orgasm.

Your hands loosen around his back and you step back, head turning down to stare at the slick on your inner thighs. “Surprised?” He inquires.

“No. Not exactly,” your head lift, “you’ve have probably ruined sex for me with other people for a while.”

Jungkook might have taken your statement as a compliment dick twitching in response, but you were in all honesty a bit horrified at the thought. How long is a while? This can’t last forever, can it ?

“Let’s take care of that since I’m feeling apologetic.” You point at his bulge. Your hands wrap around the neon green belt on his pants undoing it and slowly releasing his strained cock. It still looked as deliciously curved, bloodshot and veiny against his stomach as the last time you saw it, which was a mere two days ago at his dorm.

You’re about to lower yourself onto unstable knees, “Uh-uh, some other time,” he says turning you around and bending you over again. What can he say? He really enjoyed the view of your ass, “Right now, I want to feel your pussy around me.”

When Jungkook hastily eases the throbbing length into your wet core without warning, you deduce that he’s still a bit angered about your vote. Anger that seems to dissipate once he’s fully rooted in you. “Oh this is the best feeling in the world,” he moans from above you.

He isn’t looking for a sweet fuck today and directly resorts to slamming into you, making your hands slide against the lid off the toilet. You moan, tossing your head back when the hands on your ass knead the flesh and spread your cheeks for him to continue his eager ramming. When you’re already clenching, pulling jagged groans from Jungkook’s throat, you know you won’t last long.

“Hey, careful there,” he coos at you, lifting you up to place your hands on the tank of the toilet. “Wouldn’t want you to hit your head. That’s not how I want to make you cry.” He slows down his strokes enough to allow you to steady your grip on the tank and then resumes sinking down into you at his rushed speed.

The force with which he pistons into you is enough to have your legs hitting against the edge of the seat, as your fingers fumble to keep you stable accidentally flushing the toilet once in a while. Jungkook fucks and spanks you to his heart’s desire. “Look how good you’re to me,” he praises, hand pinching your nipple before constricting the movement of your breath. “Jungko–” He rams into you. He loves taking your breath away mid-moan. “Fuck, why are you so big?” You mewl, eyes watering as he repeatedly removes himself from your depths only to slam back in.

Jungkook feels your pussy clench around him, slowly milking him dry, getting him closer to his own orgasm. So he reaches down, arms wrapping around your torso, hands on your mounds as he pulls your back against his chest. “Can you spread your legs a little for me darling?” He asks softly and you comply. Whatever he chooses to ask right now you’re sure you will comply. You moan when you feel him deeper.

“You like the way my cock feels in you?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “You fill me up so good.”

Jungkook can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, “I don’t think you’ve ever complimented my dick this much.” He bites your shoulder, hips bucking harsly against yours, “My darling is that desperate?” You shake your head against his shoulder, biting into your bottom lip.

You might be chasing your own orgasm, but despite that you’re being truthful. Jungkook has the best dick you’ve ever ridden. He knows the places that make you lose it, and he can reach them. He takes care of you even when he’s toying with you. You’ve never been left unsatisfied or hurt. Honestly, he’s a great fuck buddy. Also he’s just Jungkook.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“You.”

It slips out of you and you can’t take it back, not when you’re sure he heard it so clearly. Jungkook stills at the sound of your confession and you finally get to take a deep breath.

Your eyes might be screwed shut but you’re certain of the look on Jungkook’s eyes as he peers down at your head thrown back above his shoulder. It’s the same look he has been giving you more and more often lately. A look you had been trying to avoid. It didn’t feel like he was just looking at you, but inside you. Or more so looking for something inside of you.

You manage a couple of breaths before Jungkook proceeds his strokes with an even greater ferocity than before. “Ah–a–ah,” you choke out as your hands cup his hands that are firmly planted around your breasts. The sound of Jungkook’s hips slapping against your ass fills the confined stall and you release a cry each time he gains leverage leaving your walls battered and full.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps going murmuring the occasional “Mine” into the air with furrowed eyebrows as you clench harder around him. His throbbing member slides into you, fully sheathed within your warmth. Once, twice, thrice. Enough times to make you dizzy and lose count. And with each slap of ass against hips you offer a guttural moan, eyes tearing up, legs trembling.

“Jeo– I’m cl–oh fuck, so close.”

Jungkook's warm finger caresses your pussy. “ I know darling.” His palm kneads into your clit, the overwhelming stimulation makes you choke down a sob. “Just let go, I’m here,” he whispers, nose buried against your cheek.

A few more calculated strokes from Jungkook’s hips has him buried deep in your seeping cunt, sloppy thumps surrounding your combined moans and groans. Maybe it’s the way Jungkook’s left hand caresses the breast over your heart, or the cushioned kisses he places against your jaw or the way he lets himself go right before you come. Or maybe it’s all of those things that make you cream on his cock, juices gushing down your thighs and onto him as he kisses you deeply, tongue wrapping around yours to catch your moans, teeth pulling on your lips the same way you pull at his heartstrings. Only when you’re gasping for air does his lips let go of yours.

“You good?”

“Yeah, all good” you sigh.

“Come on, look at me?”

You do your best to remove any trace of tear streaks as fast as possible, removing your face from the crook of his neck.

Jungkook still sees, “I am that good, huh?”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes.

“You’re such a cry baby,” he teases and you can’t refute, he gives your cheek a peck, “and I kinda love it.”

You’re really not a cry baby. Jungkook’s stroke game is just that good. No matter how diluted your conscience is you could never deny his claim. The state in which you’re left is proof enough.

Jungkook slips out of you, soft cock against sensitive walls. He uses what’s at his disposal and rips off some toilet paper to clean the combined result of your yearning between your legs. It takes a couple of toilet strips to get the job done.

“Thanks,” you mumble when he’s done, flushing the used paper.

“No problem, darling.” He lifts your pants back up, reaching for your discarded top as well. “I can be the caring type you know.”

With a scoff leaving your chest you pluck your t-shirt off of his hands, “No need to convince me, Jeon.”

You really didn’t need convincing. Jeon Jungkook is a reasonable guy. He is a friend you can count on, ambitious when it comes to his studies, smart enough to do double majors (if he had made the choice), good-looking even in the most unflattering circumstances, a champ in bed and sometimes too sweet for his and your own good.

You had gotten to know all these sides of him with time, some of which came to your knowledge involuntarily, like how he always has a packet of kit kats stashed away for you for whenever you come over to hang and occasionally study before you fuck. The same way you had found yourself reaching for a softer scented detergent after you found out from one of his roommates that he isn’t fond of strong fragrances.

You had both picked up clues about each other, whether it was voluntary or involuntary.

And, yes maybe he’s more than reasonable, he’s quite great actually. But Kyra thinks you deserve greater. You don’t know how much you agree with her. But you do acknowledge the fact that Jungkook has been the only one you’ve done whatever this is with. You don’t have much to compare him to, except for the occasional rendezvous you would have back home with men you met on tinder. Maybe you need to explore some more?

“Ah, I think I still need to convince you some more,” he says to your back after ruffling back into his pants.

You turn around to face that look you dread. “Whatever floats your boat.” You rush to open the stall’s door, hurried breath brushing against Jungkook’s neck as you storm out towards the sink. You wash your hands to keep yourself from looking at him where he stands against the door frame, styled hair grazing his still flushed cheeks.

Jungkook joins you to wash his own hands. You dry yourself, letting the hot air from the hand dryer drown out the silence. With one final look at the mirror you attempt to look presentable and composed. Jungkook flicks water at you. You throw him a warning look. He does it again.

“Jeon, stop it.” You take a paper towel to dab yourself dry. He does it again.

You exhale a slow breath, ”It’s really not funny and it’s a waste of water.”

But in true Jungkook fashion he gives it another go. “Jungkook!” You shriek making him crack a scrunched up smile.

He keeps at it until you crack a smile of your own in defeat. “See, eventually you always come around,” he says and you’re confused. He has been throwing a lot of these weird statements at you lately.

“Okay…. but for now I’m gonna leave before you start annoying me again.”

You walk towards the door, a cool hand touching the cool handle. “You know you can be in my boat too right?” Your step staggers. “It won’t sink or anything, we could both float in it.”

You chuckle, “Be patient Jeon”. Maybe Kyra isn’t right for once. You close your eyes into a stabilizing breath. “I planned on crying some more so I can be sure it will keep floating even with me on it,” you say to the door before walking out.

Jungkook might have lost the competition, but he won something far better. Your reassurance.

It’s with a triumphant smile and a bounce to his step that Jungkook exits the staff room and heads back to skate with part of the public that’s now in the rink. His eyes search for your whereabouts only to land on your hand closing around another kit kat. You’re always consistent with the things and people you like he thinks with a smirk on his face.

“That’s my cry baby.”

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Oh my god, they were roommates…

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

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