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yandere-sins · 4 months ago

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Monstober - Day 3: Alien

I've read so much alien romance by now—it's a good way to incorporate monsters ngl—I feel like I have seen it all. And yet, there is just something about it that I will never tire of ♥

Prompt: Day 3: Alien | Otherworldly // Uncanny Valley // Space Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Threats, (Alien) Blood Mention, Killing (of aliens), Getting cut), Abduction & being auctioned off situation, Belittling of Humans, Alien Manipulation

"And next up: A very rare pet of the type "human"! Directly imported from their home planet, "Earth," to be loved and cared for! Bidding starts at one million GSC!"

You felt terribly exposed without your clothes, merciless, harsh lights burning down on you, and no shade to hide in. Even with your arms tightly wrapped around your body, legs tugged in and crossed over, you still felt the stares of the creatures below, even if you couldn't see them. Their hungry growls and huffs echoed all around you while the price kept rising.

The lanky stature of the monster that hosted this auction paced back and forth on the edge of the stage, asking for participation and making this deal worthwhile. The creature looked like a humanoid cricket, with spindly legs, four arms, and three fingers on each hand that it kept pointing left and right.

"Four million GSC! Four-point-five million GSC! Do I hear five? Five million, thank you!"

You couldn't help the tears filling your eyes as you listened to the worth of your self, something you never had a say in determining. Even with your father swearing up and down that he adored and cherished you more than his own life, you knew that his gambling addiction would one day ruin everything you loved. You just didn't think he'd go as far as to sell you—to aliens nonetheless.

On earth, you had thought you had seen it all—highs and lows, in person or on television. But in your cell on the spaceship that flew you through the cosmos, you learned you knew nothing. You were a tiny speck in this endless design, and it left you feeling empty and meaningless.

You met quite a few species back when you were waiting for the auction to take place. Humanoids, insectoids, and some completely unexplainable. You learned that most aliens sold themselves to wealthier species to live a better life, not so much concerned with pride or shame as humans were. Thus, the existence of an enslaved human caused quite a ruckus in the galaxy. You had yet to learn the worth of GSC—the currency beyond your planet—but apparently, one million was akin to a yearly income here.

"Twenty-five million GSC! What an amazing price for a priceless pet! At this point, it will only be fair if you lovely participants know what you're getting into!"

At this, you finally raised your head again, bracing your eyes against the painful light as the thumping of steps closed in on you. A three-fingered hand reached out for your arm, and as green and gnarly as it was, its movements were fast and precise. You cowered away but weren't as quick and nimble, and the fingers were large enough to wrap around your upper arm, yanking you back.

Without any warning, a small claw emerged from one of the alien's free hands, cutting you right above its own fingers around your flesh that held you in place. You gasped but the creature hummed approvingly before it dabbed a white tissue to the wound, soaking up the blood. Unnecessarily harsh, the monster discarded your arm again, making sure to let you know how much you really meant to it with all its actions—nothing.

You were simply a means to an end. One that would hopefully bring lots of money.

If not for the precarious state, you should have been angry. Angry at your father, angry at the world—the whole galaxy even! How dare they sell you like a piece of meat with no regard for your well-being and wishes! Sure, they weren't used to the pridefulness of a race they deemed weak yet untouchable by the laws of their organization. But the way they treated you, abused you, and disregarded all of your self as if you truly were a mindless animal only seeking food and shelter to simply survive was beyond insulting!

You were still a human! The superior race on your planet. You still had intelligence and empathy and deserved so much more than their belittling treatment!

But here, you were nothing. The alien disappeared with the sample of your blood, and you saw it bend down at the edge of the stage, leaving you to assume it was passing the tissue to someone else, who, in turn, probably gave it to the patrons of this establishment. The crowd suddenly erupted in a heated cacophony of sounds. More groans and huffs spread through the masses, and the alien auctioneer clapped his four hands together as more offers were yelled into the room.

You were just a piece of meat. One to purchase and show off, play with, ruin, break, and then force to be the good pet that they paid millions for. At this point, you were pretty sure that they wouldn't stop and keep your dignity intact. That no one here truly cared whether you'd be happy or scared or embarrassed.

"Fifty-three million! Sixty-four! Do I hear sixty-five—Seventy million GSC!"

The enthusiastic grunts and murmurs made you sick to the stomach, and you hunched over, cowering in your position. Maybe they were right; perhaps you really were just an expensive piece of meat.

You hadn't given the future too much thought yet, too afraid of the present after you were kidnapped and shipped to space. But what if, despite them calling you "pet", you'd actually be killed and eaten? What if once you weren't new, weren't special anymore, you'd simply be discarded, ending up on the streets of an alien planet where you were at the mercy of those creatures? What would you do if they were all hulking, strong beasts that could throw you around like a ragdoll, hurting you, abusing you?

Or worse... Oh god, you could think of so many more things they could do, and yet you were too afraid to form the thoughts in your head.

There were so many cruel ideas in your head as you sat there, hunched over, despair filling your body and mind. You had to do something, had to get away. Pride was one thing, but survival was the most primal need you had in you. And as much as you wished for it all to be over, how could you possible achieve this? How could you, a simple human make them stop tormenting you? Secretly, you had already accepted their superiority; it had been this way since the old ages. Masses made you humans strong, but you alone? No chance.

"Do you wish to end all of this?"

Your ragged breath came to a halt, your head slowly turning to the side from where the voice came. There was no explaining what you were looking at, those humanoid features so similar to humans, yet somehow their features were sharper, elongated, cheekbones too high to be real, the nose too slim to look functional. The creature's body was lean and tall, its torso almost entirely in view from above the stage. You examined them for a long time, their blue skin standing out against the harsh lights. You spied the flick of a tail behind them every so often, sleek with a puff of hair at the end. And despite being so different, somehow, they scared you less than the aliens you had seen on your journey here.

"S-Sir, with all due respect, you're not supposed to approach them without them being restrained."

The auctioneer called out to them, stepping in front of you and blocking the line of sight unsuccessfully with its spindly, insectoid legs. You shuddered at the thought of going back into the restraints you had woken up in after being knocked out and readied for shipment. "What if they attack you or get filth all over you? These creatures are known to spit," he added more quietly, hoping to appease the one standing in front of the stage, their tail flicking more often now. Was it annoyance that crossed their features? Or did the light blind you to see the truth?

The creature's gaze lingered on you for a while longer, their eyes drilling into you from between the gaps in the legs before their head snapped upwards rapidly, lips parting in a menacing grimace. "Let them speak," they growled, and the auctioneer jumped back, sputtering before moving to the side.

Only now did you notice the deadly silence in the hall, and you slowly unfurled from your hunched-over position, looking up. But not without your arms tightening around you, shielding you a little from being exposed.

The alien's head fell back down, facing forward, the movement much gentler, less frightening—intentional. Their dark blue gaze softened, no pupils but swirls of lighter blues and purples swaying in them. And then they smiled, and it almost seemed comforting, if there weren't two rows of spiked teeth. One of their hands raised from below the stage—another uncanny feature as their arms were just too long—and the other settled on the stage tapping on it, beckoning you closer.

When the other arm emerged, it held a smooth kind of fabric in it, maybe a coat or a rag, but the dark blue color glistened in the direct light made you assume it was something better than a poor person's rag as they spread it out on the edge of the stage, pushing it in your direction as far as possible.

"It's okay now," they purred, and a sudden relief washed over you, their words sinking into you like a warm hug and reassuring backrub would, your jaw unclenching and shoulders sinking. Something about them calmed you, and although your brain was telling you to be extra careful, you couldn't help but feel connected to them. Hesitantly but curious, you inched closer, fingertips reaching for the fabric. Part of you expected the creature to pull it away from you the moment you attempted anything, but they didn't move, didn't even breathe. It was unnerving how still they could be, still like a trick of your mind, an illusion, but the soft fabric beneath your hand was very real, and you tugged at it warily.

It followed your pull, and soon enough, you pressed it to your chest, covering up your naked body. Greed settled in as you reached for more with your other hand, spreading the blue around you, the fabric seemingly never-ending, at least not until you had utterly cocooned yourself in it, nothing but your face and a few strands of your hair still looking out of it.

It had this grounding smell that enveloped you like a second layer of fabric, sweet and earthy, but also reminded you of the ocean you used to visit at home. Your heart ached as you took another deep breath, unwilling to part with the memory.

You couldn't help a shuddering breath from escaping as you looked back up at the creature. So much closer to them now, their size was even more towering, yet you didn't hesitate to look into these intriguing eyes of theirs, the swirls now creating pools of depth inside of them with how fast they were circling, looking as if they were entirely fixated on you.

"Thank you," you muttered, genuinely grateful for the help.

"My pleasure," they replied, their long-limbed arm reaching out, catching the loose strands of hair and twirling them in their fingertips. You felt like you needed to recoil, but for some reason, you didn't move, completely at peace with the creature touching you, their skin smelling much like the fabric around you. "Now, about my question. Do you wish to end all of this?"

It was a strangely phrased, hard-to-interpret question, but you didn't wreck your head before agreeing with a nod. You did want all of this to end; you didn't want to be a pet to some strange creature that was paying a lump sum just to own you. They were all the same greedy monsters that your father was: heartless and unsympathetic. Why would you not want to end this damned situation?

"Wonderful, but I'll have you know that that power comes at a price," they chuckled, hand falling from your hair to your cheek. A large palm cupped your face, thumb splitting off to caress your lower lip, pressing against it, their gaze fixating on the plumpness jumping back in place after being fondled. Then, their hand slid further down, unwrapping your neck from the fabric and slipping around your throat to the thumping spot of your puls that it wrapped around.

"Are you willing to pay that price?"

"B-But Sir! Please..." someone whimpered from beside you, but it was nearly impossible to break eye contact with the alien before you and acknowledge whoever was speaking. They had a mesmerizing aura to themselves, the swirls captivating your attention, and you felt ashamed to say they fascinated you. It felt wrong, yet... right. Was it supposed to feel that way?

"What's the price?" you mumbled, a part of you still a good human, aware that nothing came for cheap and everything should be in equal value.

"Mhm," the creature hummed thoughtfully, but not appalled by your question, their thin lips curving into a grin similar to that of a human but more foxish and uncanny.

"Your life to do what I please with, in exchange for..."

They made another thoughtful sound before the rumble in their chest turned into a purr. Their lips split into that menacing smile from before, many sharp teeth creating pristinely white rows, and you knew they thought themselves on the winning side. You felt their grip around your throat tighten, and with an unexpected yank, you were pulled forward, just a breath away from their face.

"How about every life that dares to look at you with appalling intentions? Every soul, or the equivalent in their respective race, in this room, calling you a mere pet? Every alien that touched you as if you were an object of their possession? Anyone that has ever or will in the future harm you? Would that be enough, little human? Do you require more from me? It shall be yours. Your life in my hands in exchange for everything you could want—and my coat."

You tightened the fabric around your body, a waft of the sweet scent you smelled before tingling your nostrils. It was a damn good coat, and an even better offer.

Somehow, it bothered you less to hear you'd still be sold like a slave—although perhaps better a slave than a pet. At least it would be on your terms, right? Or the alien's... Your head felt dizzy as you thought about it. If this was the promise, you could live with it. You'd at least get out of this situation and live to see another day. And you were so angry at these creatures around you, your father, everything! Why should you care about them? Right, you shouldn't. You should... agree. Take the deal and be done with it. Dealing with one alien was better than all the others.

"Do you swear to keep your promise?" you asked, and the creature sighed blissfully, nodding their head before resting their forehead to yours. Tension that you hadn't realized had been there before left their body, and you noticed their free hand creeping up on stage, closer to your bundled-up form.

"I swear," they uttered solemnly, and you nodded in acknowledgment.

"So do I."

"S-Sir! You cannot disrupt this auction as you please! There are rules on the Galactic Space Hub that prohibit direct selling of wares and—"

The sound of squashing flesh interrupted the auctioneer's speech, and your eyes widened—as did the creature's cheeky grin. You felt something hot and wet splatter on your coat but didn't realize what it was until it hit the alien in front of you on the face. Your head slowly turned with hesitant movements, but their free hand reached up, keeping your face forward instead while hushing you.

"Don't look," they chuckled, and chaos erupted in all forms of sounds around you. Neighing, squawking, and the occasional grunts were to be heard everywhere. You couldn't ignore the squashing, sputtering sounds of fluids and flesh being cut open, your body shivering with not even the coat being able to keep you warm all of a sudden as you came to a realization of what kind of deal you had made.

"Shh, shh," the alien hushed, bringing a hand up to their own face to wipe away the alien guts that had splattered them. With a flick of their wrist, they returned the arm to your back and wrapped it around you. "Just keep looking at me, don't look at them. It's your turn to keep your promise and not to disobey my orders. I hope you remember your part of the deal and spare yourself the misery."

Pulling you off the stage, you were cradled against their chest, flat and tight under what looked oddly similar to a vest and dress shirt from earth, intricate patterns decorating the seams. The curiosity of any human wanted you to look and witness the devastation that had taken place, but you couldn't tear yourself away from this strange, otherworldly creature, their command seemingly effective.

"Your Majesty, it is done. What do you wish to do now?"

"Hm," the creature hummed, leaning forward a little more, lips almost brushing yours. You held your breath, fingers clawing into their shoulders. You tensed in their hold as they carried you out of the harsh spotlight, shrouding you in the darkness that had once given privacy to the aliens trying to buy you for their own pleasure. But nothing more than silence was left now, and it was an eery one, paired with many pungent yet alluring smells around you.

"Ready my ship," the alien ordered, and you felt hypnotized by their eyes paired with their smell so close to you now. Tempted, almost, to have a taste of their lips, see if they tasted the same as they smelled. "Sent a fleet ahead of us and tell the court I am finally coming home."

They grinned again, and you should have recoiled from the sharp teeth shining in the darkness. Their whole body seemed glowing even outside of the light.

"And tell them I bring back my blood mate, my newly betrothed, and prepare for the harvest."

You gasped as you heard the creature announce their plans, pushing away from them and managing to tear away from their hypnotic gaze. No one said anything about your blood! What were their intentions? What did they want with your blood? How much blood did they want? You thought this would merely end in you being a companion, rather than a mere pet, but it seemed you had been entirely wrong.

"Ah, ah," they chuckled. "Remember, it's the price you promised to pay. My kind values clean bloodlines above all else. Imagine how hard it was to find one of your kind that matched mine? Otherwise I would have never been allowed the pleasure to keep one of you, be with one of you. You are simply perfect. Interesting, "fun". Exactly what I want in a blood mate!"

"What?" you winced, feeling a strange sense of betrayal. "Why me then? Why a human? Why not one of your own kind? O-Or the others!"

"Your kind is the most interesting of them all," they explained. "I can't wait to uncover all these emotions you are feeling, one after the other. I must know all about what it's like to feel "pain" and "happiness". You have no idea how boring these other species are, no matter what I do to them. I'm not wasting my time copulating with those simpletons. I want something more from my mate. Something they can't give me, but you can."

Their explanation sounded threatening even when they smiled throughout it, their intentions becoming awfully clear, and you squirmed in their arms that only seemed to tighten the more you moved. You fell for it like a fool! you thought, scolding yourself inwardly for not being more careful. You trusted the creature even though you knew better! None of those aliens would have treated you well! None of them had good intentions!

And you might have just fallen for the worst of them all—a curious one.

"Now, now," they tutted, a hand wrapping around your neck from behind, squeezing until you gasped for air.

"It's time to hold up your end of the bargain, as will I, always."

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kithtaehyung · 7 months ago

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lollipop (3tan) (m) | myg

title: lollipop (m) | part one: summer bbq pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2) rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after the summer cookout ends, you say goodnight to your brother and his best friend. but the latter just had to have a lollipop in his mouth… and had to make you aware of it hours later. note: this is part two of the three tangerines drabble summer bbq! undisclosed whether these are in the main storyline or not, so it’s a standalone for now. note 2: also..... hope y'all read this in private :))) hahahah warnings: yoongi is the biggest warning, but reader almost inches him out here🤭, no joke we may need to form a new line for reader, kissing, hella kissing, a mirror makes an appearance.. 🫣, tense situations, tender moments, lollipop gets its own warning i’m so serious, cocky yoongi lolll explicit warnings: under the cut! drop date: july 22nd, 2024, 7:17pm est word count: 7.3k💀💀💀

explicit warnings: food play (just roll with it😂), oral sex (m/f rec), masturbation, the struggle to keep quiet is real, mirrors are involved lord have mercy, spanking, breast play, multiple orgasms, yoongi hands, choking, fingering, face f*cking, titty shotsss, a little bit of manhandling and roughness but we love it🤭🤭, aftercare and cute cute reader afterwards

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It’s not long until you’re snuggled under your covers, every limb in your body relieved to be at rest. From getting ready, cooking for hours, to general host duties—all while trying to avoid sin in human form—you’ve completely exhausted your living battery.

But for some reason, sleepiness is out of reach.

Tiredness? For sure. But sleep seems to elude you, and you toss and turn before giving up and turning your television on.

It’s after you get through two episodes of something random and endless doomscrolling that you get a text.

From the last person that should be texting you right now.

And your heart slams on every brake it has.

Yoongi [2:37am]: You up?

Umm.

What.

Why is he asking you that? It’s quite possibly the worst time and type of message to receive right now.

Don’t overthink it. He probably just needs extra hands to drag your brother back to his room again.

You [2:37am]: mmhmm

You [2:37am]: you need me for something?

With a sigh, you rest your phone by your side.

The last time that happened was so long ago. Back when you were fighting off sickness and absentmindedly grabbing tangerines to snack on.

You wonder what that man wants this time around.

Yoongi [2:37am]: Haha nah

Yoongi [2:37am]: Just curious

Well that’s interesting.

Is he still in the backyard? Somewhere in the house? You knew he was staying over, but is he in the guest room with Jimin lying down like you are?

Why is that making your soul squeeze?

You [2:38am]: yeah i am. can’t sleep :\

After hitting send, you feel more awake than ever, staring at your ceiling changing hues from the light of your tv.

It kinda hurts knowing Yoongi’s the closest he could be tonight.

On one hand, you still remain feeling safer than ever, having all of them here. But on the other, you’d much rather Yoongi be right next to you, heart beating under the same covers and eyes covering you in moonlight.

He’s so close and yet…

So damn far.

Yoongi [2:39am]: Same.

Your arm slings right over your eyes.

How is one word from him enough to make your legs shift? That is something that needs to be studied, but alas, you would only be the subject if someone paid you for it.

What do you say now? You miss him so much it practically hurts? You want him to be lying next to you even though it’s the riskiest thing in the world?

Maybe start slow.

You [2:40am]: did you have fun today?

Shit, was that a little too slow? Abnormal? It’s not like you two have as much small talk as other people. Though you wouldn’t mind any type of talking with him at all, casual small talk just isn’t on the list of defaults.

When you check the next text you get, it’s hard to keep your phone from falling onto your face.

Yoongi [2:42am]: I’ll tell you if you open the door :)

Huh.

So much for starting slow what the fuck!

You [2:43am]: ???

You [2:43am]: front door?

Yoongi [2:43am]: Yours

There have been many times in which this man has made you speechless. Some just for being so heartstoppingly handsome; others for being the most considerate person you’ve ever met.

But this time?

You can’t even form all the reasons why you can’t form words.

You [2:44am]: ?????

Yoongi [2:44am]: 🤨

Yoongi [2:44am]: Feel like this is pretty easy stuff, doll

What is happening? What possessed your brother’s legitimate ride or die to stand at your door while still in the same house? When other people are also staying over?

You’re so close. He’s right there. You can see a slight shadow underneath the wooden frame and it’s making your stomach silly.

But you have to be sure.

You [2:45am]: is he asleep?

Yoongi [2:45am]: Yeah he’s out

Getting up, you already miss the warmth of your sheets as you tiptoe towards the only thing separating you from the man you’ve yearned for all day long.

Fuck. If this isn’t the worst decision you’re ever gonna make in your life.

But damn it, you already knew you were gonna let him in as soon as he asked.

After checking what you’re wearing before knowing it doesn’t matter, you open your door while fearing what it reveals.

And Yoongi slowly enters through the night—freshly showered, still studded with jewelry, and decked in clean clothes while dirtying your mind to hell.

Because of the goddamn lollipop in his mouth.

“What’s going on,” you whisper, knowing your brother could wake up at any second. Maybe. Possibly. Everything bad is always possible when you’re paranoid about it—especially since Yoongi is in your room! “What are you doing?”

Your secret wastes no time as he quietly shuts and locks the door, hair shifting down his head in damp waves as he takes out the sucker,

“This.”

Silent, he pulls you in slow for a kiss, melting you down with ease. When he presses you into one of your walls, you know the only thing propping you up is his pelvis molding with your front.

Already, your senses are on high alert, wondering how long Yoongi plans on staying because as much as you want him here forever, you still want him in one piece.

But it’s getting hard to concentrate on consequences and scenarios when this man is infiltrating your every thought. His lips feel like summer and his fragrance reminds you of spring, and you immediately know it’s that subtly scented body wash you picked to put in the guest bathroom.

Strange. You both have now used each others’ soap and showers. That has to mean something intimate, right? How many people can say that about one another and not look into it too much?

Well, he technically hasn’t used the shower in your bathr—

“You looked great today,” Yoongi whispers into your neck.

His kiss there renders you speechless for what seems like eons. Today. Uh huh. What were you thinking just now? “Thank you,” you finally sigh, relishing in the way he’s holding your side. “So did you.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean.. You always do, so. Nothing new there.”

Yoongi quietly huffs a laugh before tugging your hips. But he doesn’t say anything in return, and you wonder if he didn’t have an answer or just didn’t feel the need to.

So your nerves fill the space again. “Is it weird that I missed you? You were here the whole time.”

“Mm.” His kisses traverse up your shivering throat, and his raspy answer has your eyes fluttering shut, “I get that.”

Fuck, you can’t deal with him. “Is.. Is that so..”

“People miss me all the time.”

A snort. “Ass.”

Yoongi immediately laughs into your skin. “But they aren’t here now, are they?” When you don’t respond with anything substantial, he squeezes the side of your ass. “Are they.”

“No,” you hitch out. “But you shouldn’t be here, either.”

“Tell me to leave then.”

Shit. You can’t. You both know you can’t. You try so hard to stifle a moan when you feel Yoongi grip an asscheek, his lips finding your ear at the same time he gives a firm smack.

“Do it, doll.”

“I…” Fuck, he’s surrounding you and there’s no way no way out. “I can’t.”

“Good.” Yoongi then slides your hand from his side down to his legs, placing it on his very big, very hard length. “Cus I can’t fucking stay away from you.”

You grip him through his pants, pleased when he moans deep. “What if he wakes up?”

“He won’t,” your handsome rebel purrs. “Drank for hours.”

“You sure?”

“Course I am.” Yoongi slides a finger along the outline of your breasts. “He tried to keep up and lost.”

“Typical.”

He keeps doing exactly what you want him to do. It’s quite scary how well he knows your body now, but you’d also like to think you have a good level of knowledge with his.

Especially when you reach up to twist his nipple.

A groan mixed with dark chuckles has your knees shaking, and you prolong it by doing something else you know—or think you know—he likes,

“I think you’d like it if I kicked you out now.”

The volcano inside Yoongi rumbles. “Is that so?”

“It is,” you huff out in mock triumph, loving how his cock twitches against your hand. “Or am I wrong?”

He flicks his eyes to yours before holding a gaze. A look so telling, and full, and searing. When his mouth flicks upward, he admits,

“I’d love it.”

Laughing as softly as you can, you stop to simply hug him. Leaning forward until your head rests, feeling the most at home and happy hearing his own amusement vibrating through his clothes.

And just like that, you’re conflicted.

What the hell are you doing? Even though passed out and sloshed, your brother could still wake up. It’s not like he’s totally gone. And if he catches his best friend in your room? There’s no telling what damage could be dealt.

Actually, the damage could be told in gruesome detail.

But the way Yoongi’s filling the distance from today, you really don’t want to stop. In fact, you don’t even want to pretend to shoo him off.

So this is your first step onto a precarious, unpredictable tightrope. A step you are very okay taking.

“Babe?”

Shit, you got lost again. When you find your way back, Yoongi’s concern materializes at once,

“If you really aren’t down—”

“Fuck it.”

Your kiss digs into his face so hard you strike gold, rewarded with a growl so potent it disrupts your core. Lightning zaps through your veins at the hands squeezing your hips, and you buck with a desperation that’s been stockpiling all day long.

Sliding along the wall, you notice that Yoongi tastes like alcohol and sugar, and you wanna lick every crevice you can reach, drunk off his cockiness and audacity alone.

It’s no use fighting this. He’s really in your room, making out with you like a demon while the house is filled with your brother’s sleeping friends.

Fuck, you two could really get caught here.

The swirl in your belly keeps you on your toes, transforming your movements into sharp, hasty tugs on his clothes, hemlines, hair. You’re practically acting like you’ve never had him before and want to make up for all those missed opportunities.

Not like it’s any different every time.

But you’re quelled by a calm hand on your wrist. “As much as I like you like this,” Yoongi whispers across your cheek, “You can’t be too loud, baby girl.”

Your silent question must’ve escaped past your teeth. Because you hear a deep chuckle before shivers run down your spine,

“If you aren’t quiet enough I’m gonna fix that.”

Oh. Fuck.

“I didn’t even know I was talking,” you admit, body creasing in embarrassment and a bit of nervous laughs. Your grin cannot be contained by the fingers you slide up to cover it. “Oh, my god.”

“What?” Yoongi’s devilish look is even more potent in the flashing lights of your television. “You serious?”

When you scrunch in deeper admittance, he flashes teeth with a wider smile than yours. It’s a prelude to the way he launches your heartbeat, his scent mesmerizing and his fingers lethal on the back of your neck.

“Adorable.”

You groan into his swooping kiss, the rush of a thousand rivers carrying you to bliss. Breaths intertwined, the pair of you can’t seem to part until Yoongi accidentally shoulders something at his side.

Your mirror? When did you both travel so far that you got here?

He lets off with a pop to steady the wavering furniture piece, pausing to make sure it’s stable before looking at the movie playing nearby.

And you watch in curiosity as he backs further into your room, eyeing himself in the mirror while slotting the sucker back into his mouth.

God. How did you forget he was still holding that?

And why can’t you move even as he turns around, even as he glances at the tv, even as he sits on the edge of your bed?

Move. Walk. Do something!

In the end, you can’t.

Because Yoongi’s stare alone gives you first time jitters, like you’ve never even conversed or much less slept with him before.

How the fuck are you gonna get through the night?

Swallowing and shooting one more look at your door, you pad your way to him, knowing he sees your nipples poking through your shirt and assuming there’s not much else you’re wearing.

And he’s right.

As you stop at Yoongi’s knees, you watch as he gives the lollipop another slow suck, groaning at the red smeared across his tainted lips.

That’s it. It’s decided. There’s no way you’re making it out alive.

“Get up here.”

Obliging but unhurried, you mount his lap, your heart skipping at the way he enjoys your shirt riding up your thighs.

So that damn sucker is gonna stay in his mouth?

Min Yoongi is your enemy tonight.

Your nemesis, in fact. Even if he slides both free hands up your ass like that fuck he squeezes so expertly. Fuck.

It’s keeping everything in you to hide your moan, your head falling forward as he slightly lifts you to drop you onto his comfy sweats.

When he chuckles in your ear, your muscles lock. And when he pops the lolly out of his mouth, you crumble at his mercy. “You were lucky to be off-limits today, doll.”

“What…” You tense at another grip to your ass. “What do you mean.”

As you eye the silver around his neck, Yoongi’s smirk pours weight on your legs. “If you weren’t? There’s no telling what I would’ve done.”

You don’t think you’ve ever gulped so deeply. What toe-curling secrets is he hiding? Today could have gone a much, much different route depending on what he’d spill. “Tell… Tell me anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

The man below you huffs quick, and you watch the corner of his mouth lift at a dangerous angle. “Would’ve kept you in that bathroom,” he divulges, voice dragging across the rattled surface of your brain. “Bent you over the sink.”

Your breath hitches when he gets close, lips caressing your ear but words striking through your chest, “Just so you could watch me fuck you in that sundress.”

“Fuck.”

“Uh uh,” Yoongi coos, chuckle so, so deep. “Quiet, baby girl.”

“I just…” It’s already hard to think around this demon of a person. But it’s even more difficult when he’s got your ear in his teeth. “Wait.”

As he pulls away, the light of your television highlights his features. And you find that this specific, comforting look of attentiveness is what attracts you the most.

Now that you can think clearly, you remember exactly what you were gonna do. It’s simple but significant nonetheless.

Because your dress from today is in the laundry already. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have another one. Another very particular one he may remember, in fact.

“Go over there,” you whisper, smile wide as you dismount. “Turn around.”

When he wordlessly asks what you’re up to, a single finger presses against your lips before you assure, “Just trust me.”

The way his brows scrunch makes your cheeks hurt as you watch him get up and swivel, endeared by the casual lean on your wall and the lollipop stuck in his cheek. Just as his head falls in waiting, you slip into your closet, darkness getting even darker as you enter.

Due to an afterthought, you pop your head out. “No peeking in the mirror.”

“Uh huh.”

Satisfied, you go back to your lightless search.

You know exactly what you’re going for. It’s too easy for you to locate your chosen piece of clothing before stripping and changing as orderly as you can.

Okay. This is okay because you’re alone, right? No one else is here. Technically. Okay.

As you make your way out, a million nerves pop and fizzle under moonlight. The air surrounding your bare shoulders proves charged. Electric enough to send shivers down to your pedicured toes.

Composing yourself before you break, you softly catch his attention as you eye the sucker poised in his fingers,

“Ready.”

The moon waits.

Your breath follows.

And when Yoongi turns, you know you’ll never forget this moment. It feels exactly like the time in that restaurant long ago, but more potent. Shimmering.

Because you’re wearing the same sundress he witnessed you in on the night of Dom’s party.

And you’ve never been so delighted to see the stars in his eyes go dark.

You expect him to call you over. Whether with words or not, you’re gonna do whatever he wants—because it’s what you want… too…

Yoongi’s aura billows as he closes the distance himself. No words. No gestures. Just step by breath-taking step, air around him so charged and commanding that your knees threaten to buckle.

For reasons you won’t admit, your mouth can’t even create sounds. All you want to ask is if he likes the dress, or if he even cares you aren’t as dressed up as before.

Of course he wouldn’t give a single shit. But you can’t stop yourself from these thoughts just yet.

Swallowing, you stare as he rolls the sucker in his mouth, eyes in no other direction but yours. “You, umm. Does this one work instead? The other one is in the—”

Quick isn’t fast enough to describe what’s happening, your shoulders pressing into the nearest wall as your lips get consumed by lust and possession. Everything in your body tingles, and for a split second you wonder how Yoongi managed to swing you around so swift with barely a sound.

Stars fly from your eyes before they slip shut, pouring want onto his veins as he circles strong arms across your waist. Sparks erupt the scant distance between your hips and his, and you are once again reminded why you feel so high-strung.

There are so many people staying over. Not just Yoongi and Jimin. From what you can recall, at least ten people are passed out around the house, any of which could wake up for a bathroom break or something at any second.

And yet. You will not tell this man to leave. Truthfully, this is exhilarating and all you’re doing is ki—

“Get down there.”

Oh, fuck.

This is the new point of no return.

If you do this, not only will Yoongi be a goner, but so will you. Both of you would never, ever come back from this.

But that fucking lollipop…

Screw everything to hell.

Your smile grows with his, lip bitten in the throes of your newfound excitement. You already feel how rock solid he is through his pants, and you make it a point to stroke him on the way to the ground.

There’s so little room that your ass skims the wall, your chest the second part to slide along his covered length and causing him to groan out a curse.

Is there a shift here? Did you change the whole dynamic with one move? Maybe you’re the one with the power now.

“Look at me.”

Ah. Maybe not.

Obedient, you stare upward, catching the fire in Yoongi’s eyes as he gives the sucker one more pass in his mouth.

God, he makes it look so enticing. It’s just a piece of candy but you’ve never been this desperate to have one, too. Or be the one treated with his tongue like that goddamn does he have to make it seem so erotic?

With a pop, Yoongi releases the stick, lips shiny and tainted in the television lights. When he lowers it, you realize it’s descending—farther and farther—until it stops in front of your face.

And shivers overtake you.

“Suck.”

Well. You’ve never done something like this before. In all the relationships you’ve been in, you have never experienced anything like this. Much less in your own house.

Which makes your eyes flare and the monster in your belly rumble, fire hissing from its nose and prying your mouth open to do exactly what you were told.

“That’s my girl.”

Sugar coats your tongue immediately. Glowing, the heat in your core stokes embers, warning with each loll, each cave of your cheeks. You treat the candy so tenderly Yoongi will deny jealousy, and your lips pucker and puff with a sheen.

Are you glistening as much as his eyes? Are you causing him as much grief as he has put you through?

You damn well hope so. Yoongi isn’t the only one that’s gonna unleash his needs from the whole day.

So you keep sucking with closed eyes, swirling your tongue around the lolly and licking it just how you would his tip. It tastes like sweet rebellion, but also late nights with your friends. And with a fleeting thought, you know said friends would grill you if they ever found out this was happening.

Maybe Tae would just laugh his ass off.

Fuck, this is so unbelievably risky. Your door is locked, sure. But the guest room is still very much missing an occupant and one look in there and at Yoongi’s car in the street would cause an eruption.

Through the haze of your thoughts, you hear shuffling and a low droning grunt.

With one glance, you know Yoongi is crumbling. The shadowed promises under his bangs make you preen, and you remain on the precipice of anxiousness and glee.

“Keep that tongue out for me.”

Clearly, he doesn’t give a shit about risk.

So gladly, you oblige, flinching when the lollipop is replaced by something you’re much more familiar with, and your eyes bat on instinct as you know exactly what to do with this one.

When did he shove his pants down? Were you that lost in your sticky treat that you didn’t even notice?

Doesn’t matter. You feel his beautiful weight on your stained tongue and it’s second nature to pleasure. When you grab hold of his base, you give one more suck before popping him out of your mouth to lick down.

For someone that’s been shushing you, Yoongi’s groan is not quiet, and you pause just in time to see him grit his teeth with a nose scrunched to hell.

And his attention is sideways. What is he…

Oh. Fuck.

You can see yourself in your mirror on the other wall.

Is that… you? The one looking back with a visage so arousing your breath stops? If this is the person that Yoongi brings out you actually feel your confidence inflate like a parade balloon.

“So fucking hot.”

When you laugh in shyness, his eyes slide shut in agony as he rakes through his hair. Crumbling inside, you offer a compliment of your own,

“You’re so unfair when you do that.”

Yoongi has the audacity to grin wide as he grips his long strands. “This?”

“Ugh. Whatever.” You wanna smack that smirk right off his face.

So you keep going, loving the way his walls and defenses are back to shattering at your knees. From your inappropriate level of experience with his cock, you go for what you know. Licking his underside, swirling around the tip, sucking just the first bit, gathering spit all over before taking him in deep.

The smells around you coalesce into something potent. With the fruitiness of the lolly and the headiness of Yoongi, it’s pure bliss in your nostrils and you soak it all in. There’s no pause in your sucking, licking, tugging him rough. You’re giving it your all and feeling the effects between your legs.

Suddenly.

Huffs litter around your sundress as Yoongi yanks himself out, sticking the sucker in your mouth again while holding your head. And his smile puts devils to shame when he scoffs, “Unfair, my ass.”

You giggle, sliding the pop up and down your outstretched tongue before slowly pushing it in. When you watch one of his veiny hands grip his cock, your brain resets and rewires, prompting you to be a little bit more daring.

As if this whole situation wasn’t daring enough.

You coyly slide one of your sundress straps down your arm, slowly revealing the top of a breast before going for the other side. Not enough to show everything. But enough to give him a much better view from above.

And the sound you hear in response causes pulses between your legs,

“What the fuck.”

Satisfied, you ride this high of praise and keep diligently sucking on the lolly, watching him pump himself until you can’t can’t can’t take it anymore.

It all happens in quick succession, your hand outright slapping the lollipop out of his hand before grabbing for him, shaky fingers knocking into his slick ones before slipping his dick in your mouth.

“Shit—”

His scent captures your nostrils as he bucks forward, knocking your throat and causing your gag to hit the wall. When you keep sucking, Yoongi grabs your chin, chains swaying as he rocks in, out, in, out again.

Drool and spit cover your neck, seeping onto his fingers as he keeps them where he wants. Imagining how you look in the mirror makes you moan, and imagining Yoongi watching everything from his view makes your cunt leak onto your thighs.

Fuck you wanna watch, too. What does that say about you? You’re legitimately jealous that you can’t see yourself taking Yoongi so deep he’s cursing in strings.

When you choke, it’s disgustingly loud, so he has to pull out once again just to command, “Quiet.”

“Ye—”

He’s shoved back in before you can finish one syllable, back out after a single suck before he drives his point home, “Understand?”

“Y—”

Your words are pushed down your throat again, the intensity Yoongi’s exuding rolling your eyes back and shaking your muscles. Spent and unable to speak, you nod around him, and your arms are suddenly gathered against the wall until you’re fully flushed, held up by one of his strong hands.

“Good girl.”

You brace yourself for his complete control, dick sliding down your throat and pushing tears out of your eyes. Breathing through your nose, you keep your tongue flat, taking him in until your full body gag alerts him to pull out.

As soon as he does, you buckle straight towards the mirror, eyes bursting with shock as you drink in the man watching your heaving, shimmering chest.

“This is what you do to me, doll.” When you shift your attention upward, you gulp at his smile of pride. “Can you stand?”

“I…” Holy shit, he fucked the voice right out of you. “I think so.”

“Here.”

You place your hand in his, muscles in your legs stinging at the change in position. When you go slow, Yoongi lets you, and your lips curve tenderly at the way he kisses you at your peak.

“You almost made me come,” he whispers, chuckling when you watch his eyes. “Fuckin’ hustler.”

“You didn’t want to?”

“Not yet.” Winking, Yoongi gives you another peck before getting close.

As you look in the mirror, you catch the way he kisses along your neck, his hair tickling your skin and his arms bent as he holds yours. It’s almost enough to make you feel higher than royalty, now knowing what it looks like to be feasted on by a king.

“Promise me something,” he rasps.

“Anything,” you whisper in confidence.

“It’s your turn now.” Another kiss to your ear makes you flinch. “But if you’re too loud that’s all you get.”

Bold statement coming from the guy that couldn’t stay silent. But you’re far too gone to dwell on the past so all you can do is nod in understanding. You need this. After today? You really fucking need this.

Yoongi tucks himself back in his sweats before kissing your neck again, lips leaving a trail along the tracks left by your own actions. When he gets to your chest, he gets to unwrap another treat, slowly peeling your dress down to suck on a nipple.

You almost cut the whole thing short.

A hand flies up over your mouth, and you watch your face twist in anguish in the glass. Sparks tingle from where Yoongi slides his tongue, and seeing this man in action from another viewpoint launches you across the edge instead of right to it.

You’re gonna get yourself caught. There’s no way you aren’t crying out by the time he’s done but goddamn you’ve got to keep it toge—

Deft fingers rub your other nipple, causing your body to jump forward and Yoongi to chuckle into your chest. After he squeezes, you watch as he pops off your tit. “What’d I say.”

This is the hardest thing you’ve ever done!

You can only shake your head, hand still preventing your mouth to move and your throat stinging from suppressed screams.

“That’s what I thought,” Yoongi quips before kissing the rest of your dress downward.

And the fucker didn’t even look back at the mirror. Like he already knows exactly what he looks like or doesn’t care in the slightest. All he’s focused on is you and you alone, and you’re so enamoured that you watch his head below you, too.

Calmly and surely, Yoongi lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing along your skin and gripping you tight. When he lifts a brow upward, you nod downward, bracing yourself for him to notice something else you had planned to show.

Works like a sinful charm. His reaction could be felt better than seen.

Because as soon as he notices that you don’t have any underwear on, Yoongi pours out dark amusement before giving your cunt the deepest kiss it’s ever felt.

A mewl smushes into your fingers as you cave, eyes shutting so tight as he eats you out like a man starved and never satiated.

His licks hit just right, and the way he tongues you causes stars to pierce your eyes through. Over and over and over, Yoongi is merciless in how he pleasures, and your esophagus burns and burns and burns.

Both your legs quake as he slips a finger under his tongue, and your eyes fly open just in time to see yourselves in the mirror again.

Holy fuck.

You’ve always known this man was attractive. Overwhelmingly so, in fact. But seeing him on his knees and knowing it’s not a dream makes you so dizzy your brain can’t keep up.

Yoongi’s hands flex on your skin with each minuscule grip, and his hair bunches as he moves between your legs. Your thigh covers his face, but maybe that’s for the best, because you don’t think you could handle watching his tongue while feeling it inside.

“So fucking wet,” he hisses out before diving in again, and you use your other hand to grapple a chunk of his drying hair. “Fuck.”

Yes, keep going. He’s so close to making you come you squeeze even harder. By now, your whole upper body is burning with unreleased yells and your lower body is suffering just as much. He’s too good. Way too good for a quiet house.

You can’t hold it in. You can’t you can’t you can’t.

“Yoongi, please”—your legs start to twinge with want and pending release—“Gonna come, I—”

Everything snaps as soon as he reaches to grope your ass, tugging you forward to lick a spot that has you vibrating like mad.

And your orgasm is so potent that your knees legitimately buckle, your body slipping with no purchase before you catch yourself on the wall. Waves hit you from all directions and you let out one yelp before you feel a moist hand clamp over your lips.

Oh, he’s standing now. Oh, he’s fingering you. Oh fuck, he’s talking you through your orgasm and you can’t understand him but your body reacts either way.

“—another one for me.”

Your pulses wreck your body into angles, each one shifting into another as your mouth is still covered. Yoongi’s fingers prove fatal as he leads you into a second paradise, and you cry into his hand as you come into his other—harder, stronger.

“Just like that, doll, fuck.”

Tears stream down your cheeks again as you lift, soaring into the summer skies and leaping over sleeping souls. It’s too much to keep inside. Too powerful to not let out all at once.

“—this fucking dress.”

You don’t know what’s being said. Nor do you care. Your body is so spent from the vicious tempest and all the energy leaves you at once.

“Uh uh.”

What.

“One more for me,” Yoongi goads. “And you’re gonna watch this time.”

Your chest beats and beats as his fingers pump slow, and your head lolls to the side as you catch sight of your salacious act in the mirror.

Immediately, you know exactly why he said that. Watching the way his arms bulge with effort is encouragement enough to stay upright. With each thrust, you can see your dress hitching with your arches, and Yoongi dives into your neck to strike lightning.

“Baby—” You feel it. You feel a third wave incoming and its crest seems higher than the rest.

“Come for me,” he whispers, his dark bangs peeking from behind your neck in the mirror and his throat stretching out. “And don’t fucking scream.”

Fuck! Your hand grips your mouth so bad it will leave soreness. But water pulls you under and twists you like a ragdoll. Unlike the other times, this orgasm quivers your legs to the point where Yoongi teases. And he can’t stop praising you for being naughty, for letting him in here, for letting him destroy you while everyone’s here.

“I love it,” you whoosh out into his throat, voice cracked and chipped. “Fuck, I love it.”

“I know you do.” Another deep set of laughs. “You’re a problem.”

Head lolling forward, you slowly slip right into Yoongi’s arms before he helps you stand. “Come on,” he leads, walking you a short distance to your bed before chuckling at your cartoonish collapse.

Some moments pass. One, two, four or five more. Even the room seems to swim a little in your vision when you struggle to open your eyes.

Finally, after breathing hard, you can only manage a gravelly, “Holy shit.”

Yoongi laughs soft before wiping your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale, chest heaving and heaving. “I’ll be good.”

Fingers still wisping across your face, he praises, “So beautiful.”

You finally calm your pulse before you slide your hand over his cock. “Did you come?”

“Nah.”

Looks like you aren’t done. “Mm,” you whisper, trying your best to prop yourself up. “Lie down for me.”

“You sure?”

You nod with heavy eyes, and he slowly occupies your bed while you caress him again. So smooth and so tender before squeezing just right.

It’s already almost enough because Yoongi throws his head onto your pillow. “Goddamn.”

When you slip his sweats down, you use willpower alone to consume him again. You will not rest until he’s fully content, too. With this in mind, your cheeks and jaw work overtime.

You want this, want this, want this. He gave you the world and then some, you can run on fumes to make him a mess. After all, you’re drunk off the pleasurable cocktail he just concocted with his tongue. This will carry you despite your functioning levels in the trenches.

“Babe—”

For a split second, you forget where you are. Your eyelids droop so low and your body twinges with aftershocks as you spit right onto his cock, sliding your lips along his pretty length before you feel him tug your sheets.

“Shit.”

He’s close. He doesn’t even have to tell you. You can tell by the way his body reacts and bends and folds, and you quickly decide what that means for you.

Because you could swallow.

But you instead make your way to the floor, commanding him before realizing just how authoritative and raspy you sound,

“Sit up.”

Right as he does, you pump him right above your exposed chest, shocking him so abruptly his low groan shakes your core,

“Oh, fuck—”

Hot, thick spurts land all over you, his release your only focus and not the pain in your knees from hitting the floor in round two. As his head rolls back, you watch with heightened pride, loving the way he looks lost in delicious, honeyed ecstasy.

And just like that, both of you are satisfied. Both of you got what you needed and wanted from this… hot summer… day…

There was a sound outside your door, further down the hall but fucking close enough.

And holy shit his cum is on your tits.

Holy shit holy shit this is the absolute last thing you should’ve let him do what the fuck what the fuck!

If anyone sees you like this you are both finished. Cooked. Banished.

You glance at the door, body locking and hands massive weights at your side.

One second.

Two seconds.

You’re fully awake now.

Four seconds.

Nothing else happens. Your ears strain wildly but you don’t hear any noises in succession, and you wonder if it was just a snore or something similar.

Sighing, you breathe out relief before peering straight up.

And the look you get in return is pure, primal hunger.

Yoongi’s never looked like this. Maybe he’s come close that one time before, but this is much different.

What is this? His pupils are magnified and his lids are lowered in fire, stoking the heat within you and clutching your cunt with his eyes alone. You’re so wet that you can come again if he so much as touched you. “Baby?”

Yoongi simply grazes your cheek with his knuckles. “Just want this in my phone so fucking bad.”

Oh. Well, fuck.

You blink at his shamelessness. But it makes you so exhilarated and shy that you resort to your default—cracking jokes. Of all the things he could’ve mentioned like the sound outside or possibly getting caught and dragged to hell he decides he wants your pictures in his phone. Right.

“Happy you painted me like Picasso?” You laugh before you can even finish, but so does Yoongi as he throws his head back.

Immediately, the atmosphere calms. “You heard that earlier?”

“He’s an idiot.”

“He is.” Yoongi helps you up and onto your bed before he asks, “Towels in your bathroom?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Under the sink.”

You watch as he goes to fetch them, heart pulsing extra hard at his consideration. When he bustles around in a room you use everyday, it’s surreal to witness. Both unnatural, but so natural at the same time.

He’s careful not to make loud sounds, gently closing your cabinets and coming back with a cloth he ran under water.

A sudden pang hits your chest and you have no clue why.

Is it because you’ll never see him in there again? Or is it because of the conversation you just brought up?

Maybe both. The convo from earlier today still rings in your ears, everyone hounding Yoongi about the scratches you left on his back. They were old but still very visible. You need to be more mindful of what you can and can’t do right now.

As Yoongi wipes your shivering chest, you ask something that’s been weighing on your mind, “Did I get you in even more trouble?”

He just looks at you before finishing his cooling task, raising straps back onto your shoulders. “Course you did.”

Ah. He didn’t seem bothered, but your apology follows him as he goes to pick up the abandoned candy from earlier. “Sorry. I didn’t think about it at the time.”

“S’ok. Hope you’re fine being some chick from outta town, though.”

Your chuckle hurts your throat on the way out. Not from disappointment, but from the very man you’re talking to. “I can deal with that. Is she nasty?”

It takes a bit for him to discard everything. When he comes back, he bends down to answer,

“So fuckin’ nasty.”

You giggle right into his kiss. Fully spent, your arms around his neck pull him in close, and his rough laugh makes your legs even weaker. “Can’t believe we just did all that.”

“Same.”

“Guess you like the dress, huh?”

A hand comes up to squeeze your thigh. “Dunno. Might have to see it again when the sun’s out.”

“Ass.”

“You get it.”

“Wow.”

Yoongi hisses amusement, shifting to lay beside you across your bed. When he does, light from the window hits him just right, and you fall silent at once.

So perfect. So unfair.

“I think this is my favorite,” you admit, not giving him full context. So when he wordlessly asks for it, you reach up and caress his cheek. “When you look happy.”

“I am,” he says after a pause. “Cus of you.”

You feel starlight in your own eyes. “I’m happy, too.”

For this, Yoongi doesn’t need to ask for more context at all.

The lingering fear of being caught is still there, but it’s not as present now. Maybe it’s because you’re both content again, but you don’t feel too stressed.

Did you want to get caught that whole time? Surely not when things were going down.

But what about now? If someone saw you lost in each others’ stars, would you care if they plucked you from the sky?

Staring into this man’s eyes, you can’t bring yourself to say you would.

“When will I see you again?” you blurt out of nowhere.

At this, Yoongi props his head up with an elbow. “When do you want to?”

“Tomorrow.”

His chest bobs with his laugh. “I’ll make sure to see you before I head out then.”

You nod, eyes shutting when Yoongi goes in for another kiss.

Another kiss is how you frame it. Because a final kiss is too painful to think about.

Yoongi has to leave. You know he literally cannot stay.

But facts and logic don’t make this parting any easier, and your heart breaks when he slips out of your bed.

It’s too soon. Yes, it’s also way past the time he should be in your room, but it’s too fucking soon.

Your chest burns. Sears make fiery ridges along your ribs until they overtake your heart, creeping closer and closer.

Until Yoongi bends to kiss you again, fingers slotting into yours and squeezing some liquid out of your eyes.

But his rasp gives you pause, “I did, by the way.”

Blinking, you feel him swipe at oncoming tears when you ask, “You did what?”

“Have fun.”

Oh. Wait, he’s answering the text you sent? You already forgot about that. Ages ago. “Good,” you say with a slight ghost of a smile. “It looked like you were having a good time. And I.. Really liked seeing you laugh.”

Yoongi just stares, thoughts and emotions skimming across his eyes. When you reach up to cradle his cheek, they then slip shut, brows dipping as he presses into you further. “You were the reason,” he admits with no hesitation.

Don’t cry more. Not now.

He gives you one more hug, and you cradle his head into your skin. “Good night, baby,” you whisper so softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

When he does the same to yours, you wonder if his reaction was also reminiscent of tiny sparklers on a summer night.

“Night, doll.”

The steps he takes all stomp on your heart.

But you find solace in the hopeful future. One where you can stand next to him at summer barbecues, or host them with him, or just simply be anywhere with him.

But mostly, you’re yearning for a future where you don’t have to keep watching him leave through a door.

But come back through one.

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a/n: thank you to everyone that has stuck around while i took my huge rest! it was a little strange to not be here everyday talking to you all, but looking back, the resting and step back was needed. although it looks like some people left - whether the blog or in general - i am happy to see so many familiar and new people! let's keep having fun with the 3tanverse and beyond, yeah? a/n 2: thank you for also being here despite the highs and lows! i'll be here to talk and scream with y'all whenever, and it should be more frequent now. also be on the lookout for some physical copy interest checks! we are getting closer to 3tan copies being A Real Thing! ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ more links: ⇥ masterlist ⇥ three tangerines masterlist

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amazing-nightcrawler · 8 months ago

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NIGHTCRAWLER WEEK 2024 NOV. 11 - 17

Welcome Nightcrawlers!

The Amazing-Nightcrawler is proud to present our first NIGHTCRAWLER WEEK featuring our favorite Fuzzy Blue Elf, Kurt Wagner aka The Amazing Nightcrawler! We hope you'll join in & participate! See you in November!

Nightcrawler Week Prompts

Day 1 - Circus or Swashbuckler Day 2 - Fangs or Fashion Day 3 - Shadows or The Silver Screen Day 4 - Alternate Universe or What if...? Day 5 - Family or Abilities Day 6 - Romance or Team Leader Day 7 - Creator's Choice

Alternative Prompts

Sword Devotion Trapped Abandoned Exhibitionist Hope

Nightcrawler Week Ao3 Collection - Opens Nov. 11 2024

Creators can use one or both prompts for each day. Alternative Prompts are available for additional inspiration; Creators can swap out a daily prompt for an alternative prompt or use it in combination with a daily prompt or not at all. Creator's Choice can use any prompt in the list or whatever the Creator's heart desires.

Please read all FAQ's & Rules located under the read more. If you have any questions then drop the Mods an Ask. The Amazing Nightcrawler Discord is accepting new members! This is an 18+ Marvel Discord server. Please read & follow all rules upon joining.

FAQ's

What is Nightcrawler Week?

Nightcrawler Week is a Marvel Fandom Event created by Nightcrawler Fans for Nightcrawler Fans, with fanworks featuring Kurt Wagner, aka Nightcrawler.

I want to be creator, how do I join?

No sign ups, no checks, just create whatever you feel like creating! Choose one or all of the prompts. Please read and follow all rules to be a part of this event.

What type of fanworks are accepted?

All types of fanwork are accepted; light, dark, fluff, angst, romantic or platonic, etc. please be sure to tag properly. Fanworks include: Fanfiction, Fanart, Podcasts, Edits, Playlists, Podfics, Moodboards, Aesthetics, Gifs, etc. You may commission work to be submitted but it must be created for this event, so no reposting an older work for this. Due to Tumblr's restrictions we cannot reblog anything that is explicitly N S F W, but we can reblog links to N S F W creations that are hosted on other sites.

What media is accepted?

Any and all media that features Kurt Wagner this includes; Comics, Animation, Movies, and Video Games.

Do I have to create to participate?

Not necessarily, while creating is highly encouraged, we also value the fans who wish to participate in the event by sharing, reblogging, commenting, and supporting Creators works!

When does Nightcrawler Week open?

Nightcrawler Week opens on November 11th, Kurt's Birthday! The week closes on November 17th. During this time Mods will be checking the #nightcrawlerweek tag to reblog creations to this blog. So don't forget to tag with #nightcrawlerweek or @amazing-nightcrawler so we can see your posts! You can also add to our Ao3 collection.

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7. Tag your triggers! Please remember to properly tag your work!

8. You must use #nightcrawlerweek in the first 5 tags of your post so that Mods will be able to find your work and share. You may also use @amazing-nightcrawler to tag us on your posts.

Mods will not share any works that does not comply with the rules. We strive to be a supportive & fun community, no drama or racism will be tolerated.

#nightcrawlerweek #x men #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #marvel comics #marvel events #comic fandom #mod: imperiuswrecked

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mavcancees · 1 year ago

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how to adapt into dtblr culture for twitter refugees

so you've decided to move here from twitter. welcome and congratulations. this post is basically a big warning that goes THIS ISN'T TWITTER, DON'T BEHAVE LIKE IT IS, LEAVE THAT AT THE DOOR

i'll be teaching you two things, how the site works, and how to adapt your behavior to tumblr ( and really, normal human being ) culture. believe me, it's not that hard and it will actually feel very productive

let's start with the basics and frequent questions

your username can be anything, don't stress about it

your picture can be anything. a lot of us don't even have dteam related stuff up on our profile

your display name doesn't have to be your name. nobody is going to see it when you post, only usernames are visible

check your settings. do it. get familiar with them. turning on and off asks, turning anon off, turning submissions off. click on your blog, go to blog settings, check things there, go to account, your muted things will be there, go to dashboard and customize that. use your settings !!!

yes, pinned posts are fairly important and they tend to be pretty extensive. name age what you post about ( a lot of people here are multifandom !), just don't overshare ( no locations no trigger lists i beg you ). they also usually have a breakdown of your tags at the end

tags

it's a whole thing. some are actually useful. some are just passive commentary

the tags you put on posts ( both when you made the post and when you're reblogging something ) are both global and hosted on your profile. it's why you'll see things like "nameofperson art" rather than just "art". using just "art" will put you in the promoted tag, in this case

you can use spaces on your tags

usually you will tag what type of post you're making ( art, text post, ask post ), and then the contents keep in mind this is how people often mute things, some people tag the current situation, people use and mute ship tags. but this is also how people find things, like the specific asks from one person to another, so "username ask" is commonly used, "irl person ( dream, dnf, etc )" is also seen a lot just watch how others tag things and copy them. nobody will get offended you took their tag formatting, most of us will appreciate properly tagged posts

you do tag when you reblog people. you use tags to comment on things. don't really use replies unless you're, saying thank you to someone or pointing out a spell mistake or asking to add an option to a poll, etc. we don't do replies, just rb your reply

quick reblog and like deets

post popularity is measured in "notes" which is the sum of replies, reblogs and likes. we don't really care much about numbers here and if you start getting crazy about it people will not like it. this is more of a talking and showing site

you can reblog without tags, feel free to

you can hide your likes. you can and should like as many things as you want. they don't alter any algorithm, since there's none. a like is a "i saw this post" notification to the poster

actually posting

people talk a lot. a fucking lot, and it's something you will have to get used to, because it's very different from twitter

there are no qrts. callouts are looked down upon. breathe. if you don't like something MUTE IT DON'T POST ABOUT IT, because no one is going to listen to any callouts. you will have to learn to live with the fact people like things you don't. this will, with time, make you feel very free

the bulk of posting here is asks, as you might notice soon. asks are fun and encouraged. just don't name drop if you're talking about drama please ?

don't be scared to send asks off anon, this is how people will find you and get to know you really. people are also more likely to reply to you

block bait anons. yes you can block anons. yes it will block every blog they make

culture time

i've said this. tumblr is unserious. drama here is approached very differently and with several less layers of panic. you will see death threats. you will see slurs ( said in non derogatory ways ). you will see jokes about serious topics. you will see people say "i didn't like this" and nobody will care

tumblr is a community of individualism. you will like your own things within the thing we share we like. you might not like dream's music, you might not find irl streams entertaining, as long as you're fucking normal about it ? nobody will care and you're free to express your opinions. people will even come ask you about it and just have a chat. we're here for the same content to some degree

tumblr is also a bunch of people who understand they like another bunch of people. that none of the streamers have stopped being human. so you might see people defend things that, maybe, you'd not have thought to defend before. maybe you're even uncomfortable seeing them defending it. this is something you will experience a lot, and you'll learn to properly deal with it as time passes

because again. no one does callouts here unless it is extremely bad. no one cares if you don't really like them. and they also accept people might and will not like them. and that is fine. and that doesn't make either person horrible. you're just different people. and you don't even have to interact

you want to make friends ? ask people things, compliment people's work, genuinely attempt to make conversation. this is not an impersonal website the way twitter is. people don't care about your opinions because they care about you, and you are more than what you don't like

the more positive and jokey and interactive you are the more people will talk to you. there's no "hitting the algorithm", there's no "engagement", it's just people talking to people. so don't be a neg posting bot, and be a person

you will learn to be less miserable. you learn to stop giving a shit and just do what makes you happy. they cannot get you here. there's no qrts. the few antis you'll find can be blocked and you'll never have to directly interact with one. don't be mean to the people in your own community, even if you disagree

again, you are more than what you don't like. learn to be what you like instead. and leave the dooming at the door

#pyon long post #if you have any questions feel free to ask #i will be happy to attach them with a reblog

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r0-boat · 3 months ago

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İ would give my lungs for ghostface Leviathan pls plspls

All right fine just this once I will humor you

Sorry about your Boyfriend

Ghostface!Leviathan

Cw: murder, Yandere behavior, jealous ex, stabbing, blood, strangulation.

Human au!!

He thinks it's so cute that you think you're done with him. He thinks it's utterly adorable that you can just break up with him, and you'll be done with him just like that... How dare you cast him aside like worthless trash. He wonders if you notice his intense gaze from across the street as he watches you smile and flash those eyes that were only meant for him at another. And those friends of yours... Those two-faced snakes, hissing their little lies, trying to split you two apart.

Your friends finally convince you to host a college party at your place. You aren't much of a party person, But when they dragged your new boyfriend,, a happy-go-lucky Golden retriever type Who always loved seeing smile,s, You couldn't say no. Your friends, delighted to see you finally broke out of your shell, did not worry you with planning, prepping, snacks, and everything. They got everything handled. You smile. Lucky to have great friends. You've been through a lot; they've been with you through everything.

He planned this night meticulously. It had to go right. Even now, he was thinking of you as he dawned a black cloak and an iconic white mask with a few chains, small ones just for looks... You've always loved old horror films. He remembers how his face would always twist in jealousy as you talk on and on about people who you can't even see their faces and don't even know.

The Hunt begins. With a phone call.

"Hello?"

Your sweet voice he misses but it does not quell his anger

"Who is this?"

His voice sounds slightly different... Smooth yet husky, there's something about it that you can't quite put your finger on.

"Who you trying to call?"

"What number is this?"

"Well What number are you trying to reach?"

He could hear the smile in your voice His heart pounds,him wants to talk to you more He yearns for more of you.

"I don't know..."

"well you have the wrong number..."

He couldn't hide a smile as it slips into the phone.

"Do I~?"

You hang up your phone and place it on the counter before returning to where your friends are. He watched you through the window. You always were the forgetful type with everything, placing things down and forgetting them, and he was always there to bring them to you. As much as he nags and calls you worthless, it's adorable how much you need him... That's why he must do this. He turns on the cell phone jammer in his pocket. It's a good one, an expensive one. He got this from his wealthy roommate at his frat, so it better do its work.

He carefully places it in the bushes. The radius is wide enough to cover the entire house. He won't need it after tonight, and it's better if it's not in his hands, just in case.

The backyard blinds were closed, so it was easy to sneak around the back to cut the power. Then, with a spare key, he comes in from the door to the garage. All your friends were either asleep, drunk, or watching a movie with you. You're cuddled up to your new boyfriend when the power went out.

As you go to check the power, Levi purposely avoids you. He doesn't want you to see him yet. First, he wants to get rid of everyone that made you sway away from him. Simply stabbing and drawing blood wasn't enough. Especially to your fucking boy toy. The anger and jealousy consumed him As he wrapped his hands around his muscular neck and strangled him till he could no longer breathe.

He couldn't help but let out a little throated chuckle. I saw the fear in your eyes when you watched the situation unfold. He's never seen that look before... That look of panic and anxiety. Perhaps he understands why you like masks so much. He couldn't help from his words slipping. "Sorry about your boyfriend... All that struggling didn't help." He hissed the word boyfriend. The word alone made him sick. Knowing that he was talking about someone else other than him. You could have noticed him from his voice, but it seemed like you were so choked with fear. All you could do was scream and run.

When he sees something, he chases, and you are always like a magnet to him, brandishing a knife to get your blood pumping until you lock yourself in the bathroom. No matter... He could always return to you. He has other victims.

Your hands shake your entire body was shaking As you hear muffled screams from God knows where and you don't even want to think about where they're from. You must have the courage to try to at least find your phone to call the police...

The house was eeriely quiet and dark. The rain patterning against the windows and your heart thumping in your ears as every creek from your light steps sounded like thunder. But he was quieter It was almost as if he was supernatural stalking you in the shadows like an apex predator You're so engrossed and trying to get your phone to work You didn't notice the gloved hand slipping around your throat.

He laughed at your pitiful attempts the struggle before placing a knife right against your neck. It was cold and soaked with red as tears rolled down your face. That's when he finally took off his mask to kiss your tears away.

Your eyes widen at the sight "Levi..."

"Yes my love?"

His voice was sickly sweet and he used the pet name that he'd always give you when he was in a good mood which is rarely of ever. Everything he ever wanted was back in his arms. All you could do is cry.

"please don't kill me..."

His eyes widen before giving you a soft smile His fingers rushing against your cheek.

"Oh I'm not going to kill you..."

His smile a smile that you'll probably see in your nightmares from now and forever reaches into a pocket pulling out a purple collar.

"Now you will always be mine! And no one will ever come between us~"

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb x reader #whb Leviathan x reader #rewriting the phone scene and I can't calm down imagining him do it.#The FBI agent looking so confused why I'm looking up cell phone jammers 😭#The other kings are in this AU they're college frat boys #Yes he keeps the costume and mask for 'later use'

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angeliquexoxo · 1 month ago

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"What are they like?" - General Resident Headcanons

PART 3

last part on how I think the residents would act in the mansion ←⁠(⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT ON MY PREVIOUS POSTS 😭

As always, this is creepypasta content - expect MATURE CONTENT (swearing, talks of trauma, murder, etc!)

Clockwork

THIS GIRL. If you read the other parts of this series carefully, you would know that Clockwork has been compared a lot with other residents like Jeff. To put it simply, Clockwork is pretty much like the Joker rip-off of the mansion except she's way bolder.

Clockwork is not afraid to say what's in her mind, and doesn't care if she's committing insubordination towards the proxies. She also doesn't stand down easily- she'll continue to put up a fight literally and figuratively.

She's the only woman in the mansion who's constantly brawling with the other residents. Clockwork gets riled up easily- this causes her to in some cases act brashly. She's always ready to swing first to be honest.

Very loud and vulgar. Clockwork swears a lot to the point every sentence she says has to at least have one curse word. Is also the type to not hold back when it comes to insulting people. If Clockwork likes you, she'll be merciful, but if it's someone she despises- she'll use their insecurities or something sensitive about them and use that to insult them.

She's surprisingly not in bad terms with anyone in the mansion. Clockwork doesn't hold grudges, she may seem immature but she has a brain and knows how to use it well. Because of this, she knows that it's smart to make her housemates as long-term enemies.

She considers Jane as a close ally. She doesn't like using the term friend a lot mainly because she's worried about regretting her words. Do not expect her to be all buddy-buddy with any of the male residents. She doesn't care if any of them went through the same shit as her, she will never give her trust to any man.

Clockwork doesn't hang out with Kate or Nina. Kate is too much of a stuck-up, while she just hates Nina's vibe. Clockwork likes hanging out with Jane since she's the only one who can talk some sense into her. Jane is the only resident in the mansion for whom, I guess, Clockwork has a soft spot. If you look at it in a specific way, Clockwork is a bit like a dog for Jane. Not in a bad way, but for some reason, that's how I view their dynamic.

She's a strong woman. Clockwork is the strongest of all female residents, followed by Jane. She has more upper-body strength than strength in her lower body. She's still a fast runner though.

She's not as feminine as Nina or Jane but also isn't as masculine as Masky or Hoodie. Clockwork is right in the middle. Her hair is messily chopped and is about shoulder length maybe even longer by a bit. She doesn't care about the type of clothes she wears. Just give her a shirt and pants that fit her, and she'll be alright.

Homicidal Liu (and Sully)

Out of all of Liu's alters/alternate identities, Sully is the one who fronts the most. Sully only comes out when the host (Liu) is experiencing a strong emotion or when his trauma about his family mainly his brother is being brought up. Sully fronts during these situations because he thinks Liu will get soft thus making him very vulnerable. On some occasions, Sully will front when his host is on some missions, specifically when the targets are families who knows too much about the mansion.

When Liu is the one doing the killing, he will always stop by at an abandoned church that's not too far away from the mansion. He won't say a prayer, he will just sit on one of the pews, staring endlessly into space while holding a broken rosary.

He still has some humanity in him probably the most out of all of the residents tbh. Liu will only present himself as friendly to people who are obviously not threats. However, he can be intimidating when he's with people who are obviously annoying.

He's fairly close with Nina and Kage, maybe Jane too. After seeing both the impact and damage his brother left on Nina, he was the one who picked her up and made her stronger. Liu sees Nina as a younger sister, the little sis he didn't have growing up no offense to Jeff. Liu bonds with Kage like he's with a kid, like a fun student and teacher bond except Liu isn't teaching shit to Kage. Basically Liu tried to guide the demon to the right path? However he just accepts that Kage enjoys hanging out with Sully more. Liu tries to be on friendly terms with Jane but Sully tries to break it off between the two of them. Sully knows that there's something off with Jane and to protect his host, Sully will make it obvious to Jane that he does not like her.

Although he knows that everything won't be the same as they used to, Liu is still trying to connect with his brother Jeff. Whether it's passing by him, or when he's partnered with him on missions- he will try to make some kind of small talk with his younger brother, to which Jeff shuts down by either ignoring him or by being rudely aggressive.

He's one of the few members of the mansion that actually has some respect for the proxies. Ever since he was a kid, he has always followed the rules and tried to maintain his title of being the "good kid". That phase didn't wear out by the time he became a man and now a slave for doing a faceless creature's dirty work.

Liu is not someone to be messed with. He's not stupid when someone is obviously using him, when he does pick up the signs- he will not hesitate to snap and cut that person off. Sully will sometimes come out during situations like these but he knows that Liu has it covered to an extent.

He spends most of his time either chatting with the residents he's close with or reading a book. Sometimes he'll get tired of socializing and would usually take the time being by himself and indulging in things he likes.

Jane the Killer

I'm gonna give it to you straight, she only cares about herself. Don't get me wrong- she is not a cold-shouldered bitch but if the mansion is about to explode and the Slenderman finally has his back turned on the residents, Jane won't hesitate to run away first.

Jane is the one who has the most secrets and knows the most about the stuff happening in the mansion besides BEN and Kagekao. She actually does a good job in hiding them but pretty much every resident knows that she hides the most.

Jane is probably the most mentally-healthy person in the mansion, and it has something to do with the fact she's a realist. She is aware of the choices she has made and fully regrets going to the mansion in the first place. Jane also fully accepts that she can no longer become a part of society and be normal.

She still hates Jeff. In Jane's eyes, Jeff is still the monster responsible for her transformation and has no plans in forgiving him. She has plans on getting her revenge on him but she's just waiting for the right moment to do so.

Most residents see her as a good friend since she's the type to give good words of wisdom when needed, while others see her as someone who can't be trusted. Like I said, Jane has her secrets and she knows some of the stuff about the other residents, and it's not just basic information like hospital files.

Jane is well-respected. She doesn't disobey orders given by the proxies tho she finds loopholes to some of them, she's not a "punch first, ask later" kind of person either, and she contributes the most to the table even as a resident- always giving her input on serious matters and stuff.

One of the smarter residents too. Not in terms of book smart but street smart. She's very crafty and knows a trick or two about the new world she now lives in.

She doesn't have any enemies besides Jeff. As much as possible, Jane tries to be in neutral terms with everyone in the mansion mainly because she thinks her allies will be useful in the future.

Jane only has close bonds with Clockwork. Ever since they met, they kinda just matched each other's vibe, and no Jane does not spill on the info when she's with Clockwork. Every time Clockwork tries to ask Jane something about the residents and/or the mansion, Jane will always brush it off.

The Bloody Painter

Helen has no interest in anything happening around the mansion. He mostly keeps to himself for two reasons: one, he prefers spending his time on himself doing art, and two, he really has no interest in any of the events happening in the mansion. Fights happening in the hallway? He'll ignore the things being thrown and the yelling. A resident getting scolded by a proxy for not doing their part in the household chores? He will simply walk past them.

He likes doing things in a specific way. Helen has his own definition of what's organized and whats disorganized, you'll see his overwhelming amounts of art supplies all cluttered up on one side of his room and somehow, he will always know where certain materials are. Helen doesn't like seeing his place too clean, mainly because he starts to panic when he doesn't see his things in their usual areas.

He keeps to himself almost all of the time. Helen simply prefers being by himself most of the time, and pretty much all of the residents acknowledge this and respect his space. Some residents will be assholes though and will start shit with Helen. Keep it mind that this artist won't go down without a fight.

Even though he's mostly alone, he does have some bonds with the other members of the mansion. Particularly Jane. She enjoys Helen's talent in art and would often talk about it whenever they have the time to do so. Sometimes they'll about things over tea or when the two have free time, taking strolls around the mansion. Both Jane and Helen enjoy listening to each other's rants about certain topics, but it's mostly about art. If anything, they try to avoid dark topics like death and murder.

Although he's known to be the quiet art dude, Helen is still a killer. Pretty much everyone knows to never mess around with the quiet residents like EJ and Hoodie and Helen is no exception. Jeff learned it the hard way after starting shit with him, he got some stitches after Helen did a number on him.

Helen is considered to be one of the physically weaker residents of the mansion with BEN taking first place. Sure he can kill a family of 4, but he's no match for residents like Hoodie, Liu or even Cody- if he does end up fighting them, he's most likely gonna surrender mid-fight.

If he's not rotting in his room, making art, or having tea time with Jane- then he's out finding a specific material for one of his peculiar artworks. Blood. Mind you that Helen doesn't just get blood from random people like those from missions he was assigned to do. He only gets the blood and maybe the corpse of his muses from people he deemed beautiful by his standards.

He has a lengthy process of killing his victims for his art. First it starts with finding his muse, maybe places like the library or cafes that are located in the less populated areas of the city- then he stalks them. After stalking them for about a week or two, that's when he strikes. He'll first take about 2 large jars of blood and maybe some pictures of his Muse's corpse as a reference for his next work.

Nina the Killer

Almost every member of the mansion would put her under the nickname of "Jeff's fangirl" which WAS true, but after getting herself into the hellhole mansion, she wishes she never had an obsession over the joker rip-off of the mansion. She learned it the hard way through rejection and realizing how terrible her situation is of now being a puppet for doing a faceless being's bidding. Although her Jeff obsession is now gone, she's still, in a way, delusional- thinking she can go back to being normal and you know, be accepted.

Once you get to know her, she's a very nice person despite the killing. Nina is not the type to judge people at all since she knows what it's like to be overlooked or to be written off.

She doesn't express a lot of positive emotions when she's around most of the residents. She'll only show how excited or how happy she is when she's with people she can comfortably express her true feelings mainly because she's scared of people calling her annoying for doing so, which happened before.

Nina would spend most of her time in her room, mostly just doing things to entertain herself like watching movies, listening to music, trying out different fashion styles, etc. She'll only leave her room to get food, when there's a meeting, or when she's assigned to do a mission by the proxies.

Unfortunately, she's not very close with any of the female residents in the mansion. Clockwork finds her annoying with her presence alone while Kate has no plans in socializing with her. Jane is a bit difficult to decipher. She doesn't have it out for Nina not anymore but she still hates her for her stupidity of dragging herself into the mansion.

Nina doesn't trust most of the men in the mansion. Kagekao bullies her and calls her Jeff's bitch, both Masky and Hoodie scare her, She avoids Toby, while Helen doesn't care for her. Pretty much Ej and Liu are the safest in her book. Although he doesn't view Nina as a close friend, he appreciates her for her kindness and polite nature he respects her bc of that. Cody likes Nina because whenever he needs someone to talk to about his experiments, she's there to listen to him. Liu on the other hand, he feels like it's his responsibility to clean up the damage his brother caused. Although Nina's Jeff obsession was all on her, Liu still feels responsible because it's his brother.

Jeff is an interesting case. Before He met Nina, he knew her as a fangirl who stood out because she was on the loose for killing people like him. After she came to the mansion as a newbie, Jeff was... Scared to meet her? Idk how to say it but he avoided meeting Nina during her first few days in the mansion but he was still very curious about her. Was she crazy? Was she a bitch? Did she do it because she was bored? Was she like Harley Quinn? Nonetheless, by the time he ran into her through one of the mansion's hallways, he only felt her stare at him while passing by but looked back at her when she was walking away. He stood back staring at her figure until she turned a corner, disappearing from his eyes.

After getting over her obsession with Jeff, she really hates him now. I would imagine her being angry at him very much- totally blaming him for being a slave for the Slenderman and killing all of those victims even before she became a resident.

When she's with people she likes, she'll start acting like one of those weird kids? The type of kids who would geek out on cartoons or any kind of interest? Imagine Maya and Anna from Pen15. She enjoys talking about her likes and dislikes to anyone who's willing to listen, like Cody and Liu.

Believe it or not, Nina likes to help around the infirmary. She wanted to be a nurse growing up and when Liu taught her the ropes for basic First aid, she basically volunteered to help Ej as an unofficial nurse. She'll only do it in desperate times though, Nina's confidence in giving medical help will go down once she sees residents like Clockwork, Kagekao, any of the proxies. Helping Jeff is out of the question.

I'm really trying to do my best to have a consistent posting schedule, but school is really eating me alive rn 😭😭😭

But it's fine now that I'm on Christmas break! 🎉‼️ Thank you all so much for the hearts and reposts, it really means a lot to someone like me who's lowkey insecure about their writing 🥹💕

I struggled a lot writing this last part bc I'm constantly getting blanks for the Bloody Painter hcs, and almost every time I write about 3-4 bullet points about Helen, they're not being saved 💔💔💔 I'm trying my best to rewrite them but everytime it happens I just give up (I feel so bad for one particular moot bc they really enjoy Helen and was looking forward to the stuff I write about him :'<)

This is the reason why Helen has like 6-7 bullets tbh....

BUT ANYWAYS- this series is done! I'm trying to think of a different series I wanna do next? Maybe more stuff about the residents, maybe their bonds with the different residents? Who knowwwsss, I might write something eventually BUT BE PREPARED FOR LONG UPDATES

Again very sorry for making y'all wait! I'm really doing my best and thank you all so much for the love and support💕💕💕 Consider this as a Christmas present LMAOO 🤩

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #nina the killer #nina the killer headcanons #bloody painter #bloody painter headcanons #jane the killer #jane the killer headcanons #homicidal liu #homicidal liu headcanons #clockwork #clockwork headcanons #slenderman mansion residents

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serpentface · 3 months ago

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I'm sure you've covered the bug situation at some point, but just because I'm curious and to ask more specific questions: what are the biggest insects one could ostensibly find? Are any insects kept like bees (are there just bees)? Any sort of cultural significance involved with insects?

The bug situation is pretty much earthlike, you aren't going to be able to find any insects bigger than can be found in the cenozoic.

There ARE indeed just bees, they haven't been mentioned a lot since most of my posting is based around Whitecalf's setting and beekeeping isn't heavily practiced in Imperial Wardin (the Hill Tribes are the only people in the region that beekeep as a core cultural practice, and their migrant progenitors May have brought the region's first domesticated honeybees with them) but beekeeping is very widespread. Silkworms are also canon.

The kermes insect and cochineal is canon, and species of both can be found in Imperial Wardin (the cochineal here is closest to the armenian cochineal specifically). Both produce a high quality red dye, though smaller quantities of cochineal are required to make the same amount of dye. A cochineal more akin to the Central American species (feeds on cacti) is found west and south across the seaway, (including parts of Bur), and is the most valued of all (has the highest dye output).

Some of the purely invented kept insects include:

Caviar ants, which are a type of domesticated leafcutter that has been selected for multi-queen colonies and massive egg production. Their eggs and larvae are a STAPLE food in a lot of qilik societies- qilik are primarily carnivorous (specifically insectivorous) and can digest a limited range of plant matter- this is a form of mass agriculture that most readily and cheaply feeds large populations. Caelin and delkhin societies also utilize them (though tend to depend more heavily on large animal agriculture), and some human/elowey societies have adopted them (though virtually never as a staple food).

Silk-orchard spiders, which are a species of colonial spider that can be reared for mass silk production with a stable enough food source. This silk is much costlier to produce than that of silkworms, but MUCH stronger, and is used to make ultra-lightweight armor (it's not going to stop a direct stab of a blade in of itself, but can be highly viable when padded and reinforced).

King locusts, which are domesticated grasshoppers selected to be big (about the length of a human hand), fat, slow, and flightless, and reared as tiny livestock (mostly by qilik).

Two decorative arthropods that are used in the Cynozepal/Ch'Chen regions primarily, which are brooch beetles (a mix of selectively bred and wild-caught beetles worn live as jewelry) and jewel ticks (colorful ticks that rarely transmit diseases to non-mammalian hosts, intentionally allowed to latch as temporary decoration).

(This old post goes into most of these in further detail ft actual illustrations here [x])

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I don't have Many specific culturally significant insects established but here's what I've got so far:

-One deity in the Burri pantheon is the god of beekeeping (as well as a minor agricultural deity).

-Insects are VERY significant to the Chit-Sut-Susit qilik culture. Most in this group have converted to the Cynozepali Cosmic Dualist religion and do not worship their original gods (the chief of which was strongly associated with butterflies) but retain practices of ancestor worship. One facet of this is believing that each person has two souls, one that remains earthbound after death to guide the living, and one that moves on to the afterlife. Earthbound souls of ancestors take the forms of moths and butterflies, and these animals have a protected and sacred status. Butterflies in particular are associated with masculine beauty (which is primarily being delicate and colorful) and the garb of Chit-Sut-Susit drakes often mimics butterfly patterns.

-The periodical cicada is a symbol of esoteric knowledge and enlightenment in the (pretty major) Eterhimhamdli religion, which is the dominant religious practice east of the Blackmane mountains across many cultural groups (and is a religious minority in Imperial Wardin, mostly brought by Yuroma migrants). This religion's core doctrine recognizes no deities and no individual soul (rather believes that personal experience is a facet of a collective consciousness/oversoul) and the primary goal of its priesthood is accessing hidden knowledge obtained by freeing the mind from the body (through meditation, trance, psychoactive drugs, and trepanation) to tap into the oversoul, and achieving enlightenment through completely freeing oneself of the body's illusions and attaining full experience of the oversoul. The cicada's cycle of 'sleeping' beneath the earth for years, then emerging as one in unison is used as an analogue for enlightenment and the return to the collective. (The Scholarly Order of the Root is a sect of this religion)

-Horseflies are admired by the Tho-Tykoso people (north of the Viper seaway, adjacently north of the central Royal Dain kingdoms). They are noted for being small yet difficult to kill due to their agility, and capable of inflicting great pain and wearing down much larger beasts. Their warrior culture is based mostly around mounted archery using small, nimble khait, and they seek to emulate these qualities. Horsefly symbols are common on khait tack and the clothing of warriors.

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camarocarfight · 1 year ago

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LOVE'S THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Alastor x Female Reader

Rated Mature for mentions of gore and sexual content. This could be like a 'slice of life' type of thing, but it's more like a kick in the feels.

A hunter.

A hunter had ended it all for Alastor with a single wayward bullet that had shattered his skull and extinguished his life in an instant. The bullet, having struck Alastor between the eyes, had left a single, clean entrance wound that had exited the back of his skull. Bringing with it a trail of blood and brain matter that painted the forest floor around Alastor's motionless body like a halo. Brown eyes, once harboring emotion - existence - were now glazed over, staring listless up at the heavens. Alastor never knew what hit him - his life simply torn from his body. A bizarre hunting accident is what the papers called it.

Accidents are nearly fate misnamed, however.

Never mind the hunter having mistaken a human for a deer. Said hunter was deemed a hero, having killed the illusive New Orleans serial killer that had been evading police for years. The killer that had been the beloved and famed radio host. Leaving the city shocked and disturbed that he had been right under their noses the entire time.

Alastor’s radio program had soared to immense popularity in every aspect of the population. Men enjoyed listening to the current events, kids enjoyed the swinging jazz, and women the soothing tenor of Alastor's transatlantic accented voice when he would sing. Special occasions brought the radio host and his jazz band to jazz clubs and speakeasies, drawing in massive crowds of mostly swooning women. Alastor had been New Orleans’ most sought-after bachelor.

Until he wasn't.

One evening at a jazz club, your friends dragged you to the show. Celebrations were in order, as you and your friends had just graduated nursing school. The atmosphere of the club had been electrifying. People around you danced and sang as Alastor and his band brought the small club to life. Alastor’s radio show had been one you listened to nearly every day, as you were just another girl captivated by his famous vocals. Finally, you could put a face to the name and voice. He was even more handsome than you had imagined; with a charming smile that captivated you and made you blush when he caught your gaze.

The rest of your friends were on the dance floor, flirting and dancing with service men in uniforms. Being quiet and reserved, you sat yourself at a table situated in the corner, but you could still see Alastor. Drink in hand, you sipped idly, lost in thought. A few men had ventured up to you to offer a dance, but you politely declined. Upon seeing such a display, Alastor ventured off the stage and bounded toward your table. Your eyes were wide and cheeks a burning crimson as Alastor pulled you up on stage and the two of you danced the night away. It was a Cinderella story that the town talked about for weeks.

Hearts were broken everywhere when Alastor had begun courting you, and even more so when the two of you had gotten married. Alastor wanted to give you the wedding of your dreams, and he did just that. Being as shy and reserved as you were, it was nothing grand. Just your closest friends and family. Alastor, sadly, didn't have any immediate family to invite, but yours had welcomed him with open arms. The large crowd that had greeted you two outside the church had been a welcomed surprise. Young couples and fans of Alastor's threw rice and flowers into the air, and camera bulbs flashed, capturing Alastor's proudest accomplishment. The front page of the newspaper the next morning housed a lovely photo that Alastor framed and hung in his studio.

Finding and marrying someone hadn't been part of Alastor's original plan, but he hadn't anticipated falling for you so hard either. The first instance your eyes had caught his gaze, he knew he was done for. Your reserved personality had clashed with his own boisterous and extroverted one, but it wasn't your shyness he found charming. It was your innate ability to see the good in people.

“Everyone harbors the capacity for good.”

Your words resonated within him and nearly made him rethink all of his past actions and wrongdoing. Alastor had never felt guilt before having met you. All of a sudden, he found himself standing before the divine being that was you. Selfless and unconditionally caring, he began questioning if he had done you wrong by marrying you. He was tainting you and unknowingly subjecting you to his sins. He was so undeserving of you, but he couldn't find it in himself to let you go. When Alastor looked at you, he saw everything his mother had been. Her maternal instinct and drive to nurture and protect those around her. Losing you would be like losing his mother all over again.

When the day came that you had expressed to Alastor your want for children, you hadn't expected his trademark smile to drop and for him to become angry. Alastor immediately withdrew himself from you and spent the rest of the evening brooding in his study. None of his anger had been directed at you, of course, but it concerned you why he felt the way he did about the topic. You granted Alastor his privacy, only sparing a few glances into the study throughout the evening as you went about your chores.

Alastor didn't move from his armchair until well into the night. The mantle clock on the fireplace had chimed midnight when he finally made his way to the master bedroom. You were sound asleep until the bed dipped by the weight of Alastor settling beside you, causing you to stir. Further roused by his warm lips against your neck, you turned onto your side so you were facing your husband. He was inebriated, having had more than a few glasses of Rye in his solitude. Whiskey always had a way of softening him up, but it also made him very amorous.

Someone as pure as yourself should never be defiled, but Alastor couldn't help wanting to have you in the most intimate of ways. Touching you, tasting you, feeling your perfectly manicured nails scraping down his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. His name would fall from your lips like a prayer as he moved inside you, working you both towards mutual release.

Alastor had told himself he would be nothing like his father. He wouldn't be the hateful drunk who had nearly beaten his wife within an inch of her life. Then, he would keep her afraid of him with the threat of violence at the slightest misstep. Killing that bastard brought Alastor no remorse, and he was surprised that his mother actually mourned his death. For years, he couldn't understand why anyone would feel pain over the death of someone who had inflicted so much pain upon them.

At least he hadn't until he met you. Then he came to realize that at one point, his mother and father had loved one another. Enough that they shared a life and family together. The war had taken his father from his family and returned to them the empty husk of a man so disturbed by what he saw that his mind waged war on itself and everyone around him.

Unfortunately for Alastor, if he had fathered a child that night, he would never know. He would be killed two weeks later while burying the body of his latest victim. Leaving his beloved and innocent wife to identify his body while being questioned by authorities about the hundred missing people that were found buried in the bayou. Alastor’s only regret was that you would be left to answer for his crimes. The crimes that you had been ignorant for your entire relationship.

Your heart shattered upon seeing Alastor lying there on the metal embalming table. Skin a sickly gray pallor and lips cyanotic, with a single bullet wound in the center of his forehead. The pain you felt was crushing, and agonizing sobs tore from your lips. You didn't want to believe that it was your husband lying there lifeless and not breathing. He couldn't be dead. You rested your head against his still chest and squeezed your eyes shut when you didn't hear the rhythmic beating of his heart, nor felt the rise and fall of his chest.

Alastor couldn't leave you like this - he wouldn't leave you like this. Neither of you were interested in a world without the other, and you simply couldn't see yourself carrying on without the man whom you considered your soul mate. Alastor had been the first man you loved, and he would be the last.

“Please wait for me,” you whispered against his cold lips between broken sobs. Your trembling hands cupped his face, and your thumbs stroked his cheeks. “I love you, Alastor.”

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I SAW THIS IDEA IN ANOTHER ACC BUT I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY CHEST RAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Ok, BestfriendBrother!Beelzebub. He didn't know one of his sports team friend had a sister and like,,,, he think ur nice and is happy that you hang out with him and the rest when your brother is there too

and let's you borrow his big jackets, and little pieces of food his eating and suddenly u guys are fucking in his room while the rest of his friends are hanging out in the rest room or something *dies and rebirth*

Hmm well I hope that other account doesn't mind that I ran with the idea, anon!

This ended up just a little longer than I meant it to, but uh it was such a cute little scenario lol! I went with a human world college au where Beel is on the sports team (I don't specify but it's probably football... I know very little about sports lol) and his teammate/best friend is MC's brother. This was definitely a different type of situation for me, so I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the suggestion!

fem!MC x Beelzebub

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: human world college au, reader is female and has she/her pronouns, I don't know if this counts as semi-public... they're in his house but there are people in the room nearby and I'm not sure what to label that as lol, penetration (reader receiving)

The first time Beelzebub saw you, you were sitting in the stands at one of his games, all decked out in the team's colors, cheering loudly. He couldn't stop himself from looking over at you all the time, wondering why you were sitting there by yourself. Wondering if there was someone you were here to see.

When Beel's best friend and teammate came up beside him, Beel was still watching you in the stands. You waved enthusiastically and for a moment Beel's heart skipped a beat because it looked like you were waving at him. Half standing from your seat, bright smile on your face, hand high in the air.

Fortunately, Beel's friend waved back at you, revealing the reality of the situation.

Beel looked at him. "Is that your girlfriend?"

Beel's friend laughed. "No, that's my sister. She likes coming to the games."

Beel tried not to think too hard about the relief that washed over him at these words. He looked back at you and felt his chest squeeze at the sight of your beaming smile.

Beel was happy when you started coming with your brother to hang out with him and the other teammates. He liked how nice you were, how you got along with everyone, the gentleness of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes. The more time he spent with you, the harder it was for him to stop thinking about you. He found himself looking forward to plans with his friends because he knew you might be there, too.

Beel wasn't sure if you were as interested in him as he was in you. He tried to act casual around you, tried not to make it seem like he was thinking about you a lot. He wondered sometimes if you could still tell.

Maybe he really gave himself away when you were together with a group of his teammates on campus, spending some time in the shade of the trees on the grassy lawn. It was the start of autumn and there was a little chill in the air. Beel noticed you were only wearing a t-shirt as you sat beside him in the grass. He saw the way you hugged your arms and rubbed them a little for added warmth.

Beel shrugged off his jacket and put it over your shoulders.

You jumped a little in surprise when you felt his hands on your shoulders, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You look cold," Beel said, simply.

He was rewarded with a soft smile. "Thanks, Beel."

Hearing your name on his lips made his gut flip.

You put the jacket on and held out your arms, the sleeves completely engulfing your hands and hanging off the ends of your fingers. You laughed and it was a sweet musical sound. Then you pulled your arms in and huddled into his jacket, beaming out at him from within the fabric.

Beel laughed, too. You looked so cozy even though you were practically drowning in it.

When Beel decided to host a barbecue at his house, he decided to invite you directly instead of waiting around, hoping you would tag along with your brother. It was easy enough to ask you at one of the games. Beel noticed the way you blushed a little before saying yes.

Now everyone was in his backyard, enjoying the food, talking and having a good time. Beel had a plate in his hands, which he carried over to sit down beside you.

"Have you tried this salsa?" Beel asked, offering you the side of his plate with a pile of tortilla chips and a generous amount of salsa. "It's really good."

"I haven't," you said, but when you didn't reach for any, Beel dipped a chip for you.

Beel handed it over to you, but instead of taking it, you ate it out of his hand. He could feel the brush of your lips on his fingertips.

Beel blushed and he saw that you were blushing, too. You covered it up by exclaiming about how delicious the salsa was.

Later on in the evening, it became too cold to stay outside, so everyone migrated into the house. Beel's friends and teammates were in the living room, scattered about on the couch and the floor.

Beel himself looked around and saw you, lingering on the edge of the room. Beel went over to you and took your hand. You looked at him in surprise, but let him lead you down the hallway.

It was simply that Beel couldn't wait any longer. He pulled you into his room, closing the door and putting his hand on it, just behind your head. He leaned in close, but didn't touch you.

"I can't stop thinking about you, MC," he said quietly, his voice low in tone and volume. "Every time I see you, my heart starts racing. I just want to ki-"

But Beel didn't get to finish saying that he wanted to kiss you because you threw your arms around him and crashed your lips into his.

Beel stumbled backward a little, his arms going around your waist to catch you and balance himself. He continued to move back until he ran into his bed, falling back onto it and pulling you on top of him. You nestled easily between his legs as he opened his mouth for you, tongues now sliding together.

It wasn't long before things escalated and you were on your back beneath him, looking up at him with the kind of need in your eyes that Beel had only ever dreamed about. You arched your back, pressing your body up into his erection, making him growl low in his throat.

"MC," he said, voice raspy. "Everyone else is out there… and your brother…"

"I don't care about that," you said. "Please, Beel… I need you…"

At least Beel could say that he tried. But after you said that, he lost all restraint. Beel made short work of your clothes and his until you were pressed together skin to skin, his lips trailing down your neck and chest. Beel watched you biting your lip as he sank his cock into you, clearly trying to stay quiet, knowing that if you were too loud, the others would hear you.

You gasped lightly as Beel started to move. He tried to start slow, but he was already so desperate for you, it wasn't long before he was thrusting fast and hard, pounding into you as you held onto his shoulders, mouth open in ecstasy. You were breathing heavily, pulling in air, and occasionally moaning quietly. As you tried to suppress your sounds they ended up sounding more like little whines. Your noises, the way you clutched at him, everything about you drove him crazy.

Beel couldn't think straight, dizzy with the feeling of your wetness around his cock, the way you kept squeezing on it, the way your fingernails dug into his skin, the way you kept biting your lip trying to keep yourself quiet. Beel was overcome by the feelings that rushed through him, not just how good his cock felt inside you, but also the way your face had transformed into a look he'd never seen before. Like he was the only thing you knew in that moment. Like he had become your entire world.

Beel felt it when you started to get close to your orgasm, as your body squirmed and your muscles tightened. And then you arched everything, your back, your neck, and whined with a suppressed moan as you came, squeezing him so hard he had to bite back his own moan.

Your expression became one of complete bliss as Beel didn't stop or slow down, keeping his pace steady as the sweet feeling began to tighten in him, too. He was so close and you felt so good…

"Beel," you said, voice quiet, eyes half shut, like you were experiencing a little slice of heaven at the way his cock was moving inside you. "You're amazing."

And that was all it took. Beel's grip on you tightened as he came, spilling into you, taking in heavy breaths as he did, making sure he wasn't too loud.

Later when Beel brought you back out into the living room, nobody seemed to notice that the two of you were gone. He was relieved that they hadn't realized he had taken you into his bedroom to fuck you silly. He was a little embarrassed at his lack of restraint, but you had certainly been a willing participant. And the cute little knowing smile you threw his way for the rest of the night filled him with a heated warmth and made him hope that it would happen again.

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ladyiristheenchantress · 1 year ago

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Elemental Work Crash Course

Hello friends! As a west witch I find myself in a lot of elemental spaces, but as an elemental pagan I feel like we get little to no representation without wicca being present so this post is for all my friends who may be looking into elemental work and want to know what to expect! This is an introductory post so if anyone is interested in further information let me know in the comments!

Earth

Common Lessons tend to include grounding, understanding your place within it all like your social circles, life itself, or even the ecosystem. People also tend to find out how to see beauty even when they feel there is none, home and hearth magic, generational magic, and harnessing your own power. Its important to recognize earth is extremely giving, often giving things without expecting anything in return. Remember to give back to the earth when you can in your practice, it isn't fair to take things without giving back. Eventually earth takes all things back from the living, so remember that earth is as powerful as she is kind Darker Aspect/Element: Rot How to honor and find these teachings:

Going out in nature

Taking care of plants

Herbal work

Community service

Exploring

Grounding and meditation outdoors

Connecting to earth itself

Evaluating what it means to be human

Common forms of divination

Osteomancy (Burning Bones)

Abacomancy (Dirt)

Dendromancy (Tree reading)

Falling petals or leaves

Air

Common lessons from air tend to be quick and ever present, air speaks rather quickly to people and messages change! Its best to keep a log of signs and messages you receive because it tends to be a pebble trail on your journey. Air teaches how to keep calm in tense situations, creating your own path on the journey of life, going with the wind and learning to not value materialistic lifestyles, plus learning how to be more gentle with yourself and others!

Darker Aspect: Tempest How to honor and find these teachings:

Breath work

Spontaneity and leaving your comfort zone

Living to the fullest (however that might look for you!)

Dance or Hand motions

Meditations

Keeping sword or athame imagery as a talisman

Storm tracking

Common forms of divination:

Smoke Scrying

Wind Watching

Electromancy (By Lightning)

Austromancy (By Clouds)

Fire

Common lessons in fire encourage you to listen closely and not rely so much on searching for messages. In most mythos fire speaks once per session, when its burnt out usually the message is over. Fire teaches us how to be confident in our work, ambition, and performance. Fire likes to throw a lot at you and teach you adaptability, and most importantly how to be the best you can be. You can learn a lot from just a little flame.

Darker Aspect: Magma

How to Honor these teachings:

Practicing Confidence

Glamour Magic

Using your backbone/saying no more

Making friends in odd places

Hosting bonfires/tending to a hearth fire

Using candle magic

Common forms of divination:

Fire Scrying

Candle/Wax reading

Flame Shape reading

Casting knives

Water

Common lessons range depending on what you are looking for! Water can teach you how to be calm and collected, but also encourages you to be fluid! so if you need to unleash the flood you know when its appropriate to do so. You also learn how to go with the flow, how to be persistent, and how to be a fierce enigma. Water is also very humbling at times, so you will learn a lot about yourself.

Darker Aspect: Abyss

How to honor these teachings:

Emotion based meditations

Shadow work

Being in tune with yourself

Swimming

Boating

Fishing

Beach cleanups

Exploring your waterways

Common types of divination:

Water scrying

Waves

Rainfall

Storm tracking

Mist/Dew

Tip Jar

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bigification · 1 year ago

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A Dad's World - Prologue

Report 127: Summary of Findings

Author: Alan Farren

Date: November 12th, 2023

Location: Fairhaven Outpost

Days since outbreak: 87

It has been nearly three months since the initial outbreak of what we are now calling the 'Father virus'. Almost three months since all women and children disappeared, and the remaining men began transforming into larger and more mature versions of themselves.

It was quickly discovered that the virus spreads through bodily fluids entering the body. This is most commonly observed with saliva, blood, and cum. The best ways to avoid the virus are to cover as much skin as possible with clothing, making sure to reinforce exposed wounds. Take extra care to cover every orifice using goggles, face masks, and protection for the anal cavity as these are most common entry points for the virus.

Symptoms appear almost immediately after contact with the virus in what's referred to as the 'Transformation stage' of infection. Symptoms include rapid multiplication of fat and muscle tissues, changes to physical anatomy, and heightened testosterone production resulting in changes in behaviour, growth of body hair, thinning of hair on the head, and growth of sexual organs. Although symptoms differ drastically from person to person in the transformation stage, symptoms seem to stagnate afterwards, only reappearing in very specific situations explained in further detail in paragraph 4. The infected are commonly referred to as 'Dads', due to the physical changes brought in by the virus.

We have discovered 7 types of 'Dad'; the jock, the farmer, the nerd, the father, the elder, the entertainer, and the athlete as organized by most common to least common. Each exhibits different behaviour and have different physical and mental changes upon infection. In most cases, the type of infection is determined upon infection and does not change. But in cases observed in small communities, individual infected may reenter a transformation stage and change into another type of dad. This is thought to be a mutation in the virus in a struggling environment attempting to change its host into something more fit for its environment.

The following is an in depth record of each type of infected that has been discovered as of November 12th, 2023.

The Jock:

There are 2 sub types of Jock, type a) and type b).

Jock a) aka. Ripped Jocks

Mental Attributes:

The ripped jock has the lowest mental capacity of the known dad types. They are limited in their capabilities when not instructed by others, but are great at following orders. They do, however, seem to have instinctual knowledge of how to use many types of weapons and show good hand to hand combat skill without training. Most ripped jocks tend to be loud and imposing, but don't tend to have much of meaning to say. They're also the most hostile to uninfected humans.

Physical Attributes:

The ripped jock has the second highest muscle mass of the dad types, falling just behind the Tank Jock. Muscle mass is highest in the biceps, chest, and thighs. The ripped jock has a very small body fat percentage, especially for how much muscle mass they have. They have the largest genitalia of the dad types, this is thought to be for means of infection as cum is their most common method of infection, and it is also potentially used for reproduction. The ripped jock tends to have a large lower jaw, broad shoulders and chest, and thick thighs. They sweat a considerable amount, and tend to smell musky. Like other types of dads they tend to have short hair, but ripped jocks are the only type of dad that has been observed hairless. Although it is unknown whether this is due to them shaving, or if some ripped jocks are naturally hairless.

Average weight; 350 pounds

Average height; 6'8"

Roles:

Ripped jocks are most often used in the dad's military force as soldiers, due to their proficiency with weapons and combat, as well as their obedience. They have also been observed as labourers in construction and landscaping due to their physical strength. Ripped jocks are also rarely found in fight clubs if their community has them.

Visual Signs:

A dad with a wide jaw, large chest and biceps, and a six pack will almost always be a ripped jock. Though if a dad is hairless, it is a ripped jock as no other type has been observed without body hair. They tend to wear either sports gear, tang tops, or are shirtless unless they're in military gear.

*Example of Ripped Jock Specimen*

Jock b) aka. Tank Jocks

Mental Attributes:

Tank jocks or tanks are still among the dumbest of dad types, but tend to be slightly more intelligent than ripped jocks. They're also far more independent than ripped jocks, tending to have hobbies outside of their roles. They are good fighters, but rely more on their sheer size rather than technique when they fight. Tanks are often kind and sweet despite their stature, and are very good at listening. Some can even hold a good conversation.

Physical Attributes:

Tanks are the largest type of dad, combining the muscle of the ripped jock and the fat of the father. They have the highest muscle mass of any type, and have the third highest average fat percentage below the father and the elderly. They store most of their fat in their stomach, chest, and thighs with some going to their biceps and ass. Like the ripped jock, tanks tend to have large lower jaws, but theirs get covered in a layer of fat giving them a soft jawline and somewhat chubby cheeks. They have broad shoulders, soft round pecs, a large gut, and generally very soft features. They are also on average the second hairiest type of dad, just behind the farmers and they're the second most likely to be bald, just behind the elders. Tanks tend to have large hands and feet as well as sun damaged skin from all of the labour outside.

Average weight; 500 pounds

Average height; 6'6"

Roles:

Tanks are often labourers in construction and landscaping, they can be used for anything that requires strength. They occasionally join the military force, but their natural kindness often clashes with it, making it a rare sight.

Visual Signs:

Tanks are massive, anyone with huge muscle and a ball gut is a tank. They tend to wear baseball caps to avoid the sun, but don't often have shirts on due to the rarity of clothes that fit. Jeans and work boots are also very common.

*Example of Tank Jock Specimen*

The Farmer:

Mental Attributes:

Farmers tend to be slightly below average intelligence, though they're very knowledgeable when it comes to tending to plants and animals. They're very reserved, preferring to be with animals than other dads. Though when they are with others, they tend to be nice. Farmers rarely have hobbies that don't involve their roles and spend a majority of their time working.

Physical Attributes:

Farmers have an average build for a dad, though they do have a high variability in body fat percentage compared to other types of dad. Farmers with a lower body fat percentage tend to have a V shaped torso with a tight waist and a fat ass. Farmers with larger body fat percentages tend to store most of their fat in their guts. They're the hairiest type of dad usually sporting a large beard and a thick layer of hair over most of their body. Farmers have a modest amount of muscle for a dad, but have massive hands to help handle crops, animals, and farm tools.

Average weight; 250 - 350 pounds

Average Height; 6'2"

Roles:

Most farmers fall into one of two roles, crop farmers and livestock farmers. Crop farmers grow fruits and vegetables, and occasionally grow flowers when in thriving communities. Livestock farmers raise and care for animals, using them for animal products and protein. Though in smaller communities, farmers often take on both of these roles. In rare cases, farmers may take on other roles depending on environment and community needs. Farmers have been observed in roles such as lumberjacks and fishermen.

Visual Signs:

Farmers are the hairiest type of dad, look for big bushy beards, and thick hairs covering the body. Avoid using weight and physique as farmers have a high variability in weight. Farmers often wear jeans with suspenders, big boots, jean or flannel button ups, and usually sport baseball caps or straw hats.

*Example of a low BMI Farmer Specimen*

The Nerd:

Mental Attributes:

Nerds are by far the smartest type of dad, having a higher average IQ than even the smartest elders and athletes. They're well spoken and kind, but a high percentage of nerds exhibit narcissistic behaviours, often seeing themselves as different or better than other types of dads. Nerds can usually talk about topics they're interested in for hours, but only seem to talk to dads they deem smart enough. Nerds are the only type of dad that has been observed to be non hostile to uninfected humans. They tend to rather converse with humans they consider intelligent or intriguing, though they tend to show hostility otherwise. Nerds have the most varied hobbies of any type of dad, they tend to hyperfixate on topics they deem interesting. They have even been observed conducting experiments and doing research into scientific topics that interest them.

Physical Attributes:

Nerds tend to be tall and skinny compared to other types of dads. They have a low body fat percentage and medium muscle mass, having relatively normal human proportions. Though nerds that have an interest in physical health may have proportions closer to the ripped jock. Nerds have bad eyesight, so they usually wear glasses or contacts if they can find them.

Average Weight; 250 pounds

Average Height; 6'8"

Roles:

Nerds have high versatility compared to other types of dads. Though they tend to take on roles in healthcare and education, they can take on a variety of roles including architecture, psychology, and sometimes even high ranking roles in the military.

Visual Signs:

Nerds almost always wear glasses, if a dad is wearing glasses and doesn't look old then they're most likely a nerd. They tend to be tall but otherwise have relatively normal proportions. Nerds tend to be well kept with short stubble and clean skin. Nerds also tend to dress fancier than other types of dads, usually sporting suits or dress clothes.

*Example of Nerd Specimen*

The Father:

Mental Attributes:

Father type dads are caring and sociable. They tend to put other dads before themselves and spend most of their time socializing, usually with other father type dads. They're of average intelligence among the dad types, they can become somewhat knowledgeable on topics of interest but tend to struggle keeping up with anything the nerds talk about. They show high degrees of empathy toward other dads, but have only been observed as hostile towards uninfected humans.

Physical Attributes:

Father type dads are obese. They have the highest body fat percentage of the dad types, concentrating most of it in the stomach and chest. Fathers don't have very high muscle mass, but have been shown to be very strong when under stress. They tend to have round faces and even rounder guts, with the rest of their bodies being plump and soft. Father type dads are slow and unathletic, being the easiest type of dad to escape other than the elders.

Average Weight; 400 pounds

Average Height; 6'6"

Roles:

Fathers most often take on caretaking roles. They often cook, clean, and generally nurse the sick and elderly dads. Though they can take on communal roles, such as cooking and cleaning for their entire communities, especially when there are few sick and elder dads. They are rarely seen filling the roles of entertainers when there are an abundance of fathers and a lack of entertainers

Visual Signs:

Fathers are very fat, but lack the muscle and excessive body hair of the tanks. They often wear very loose fitting and casual clothes, most often seen in jeans and t-shirts.

*Example of Father Specimen*

The Elder:

Mental Attributes:

Elders are the second smartest type of dad behind the nerds, though they possess more wisdom and maturity than the nerds. They're emotionally intelligent and tend to provide life knowledge that the nerds are incapable of providing, even if they're only recently infected. They tend to have simple hobbies, but do not need much to stay entertained. Despite being intelligent, elders tend to have a poor short term memory.

Physical Attributes:

Elders are the weakest type of dad, with the lowest muscle mass of any type of dad. They have the second highest body fat percentage, only slightly behind the fathers. They have similar fat distribution to the fathers, but tend to be much hairier. They're nearly immobile and are rarely a threat to humans, usually requiring assistance when they walk, if they get up at all. Elders have white hair and are usually balding, with mostly white hair covering their bodies. They have wrinkled and sagging skin, reminiscent of elderly humans. Elders have large round guts and soft breasts, similar to father types.

Average Weight; 350 pounds

Average Height; 6'0"

Roles:

Elders are the only type of dad that have been observed without roles in their communities, though most of them still have roles. They tend to take on roles in politics and law due to their wisdom, maturity, and ability to be impartial. Most elders that do not have one of these roles tend to contribute to their community by making art and clothing.

Visual Signs:

Elders tend to be the only type of dad that has majority grey hair. They also tend to have much older looking features than the other types. Elders are also very slow and often use assistance to move. It is not advised to use body shape as a sign due to the similarity between the body shape of elders and fathers.

*Example of Elder Specimen*

The Entertainer:

Mental Attributes:

Entertainers are of average intelligence among dad types. They tend to lack the book smarts that nerds have, but they have excellent people skills. They're extremely good at reading other dads and have the ability to be very deceptive if they choose, though they often choose to be charming and persuasive rather than deceptive. Entertainers are confident in themselves and their abilities, and can even become competitive if their abilities are questioned. They enjoy pleasing other dads and often use comedy or sex to try to cheer them up. They have the highest libido of any dad type, up there with the jocks, but are much better at controlling their desires around other dads.

Physical Attributes:

Entertainers tend to have average builds, though they do have a relatively high variation of muscle mass and body fat compared to other dad types. They're on average a lot more conventionally attractive than other dad types. Their muscle usually concentrates in their biceps, chest, abs, and thighs, giving them the appearance of having more muscle mass than they do. For entertainers who have a higher body fat percentage, their fat tends to spread evenly throughout their bodies. They also tend to hairier than the average dad, having full beards, hairy bodies, and unlike most other dad types, they almost always have a full head of hair. The occasional entertainer will be completely bald, but they have never been observed in the stages of balding. Entertainers have some of the largest genitalia of any dad type, just falling short of the jocks.

Average Weight; 250 pounds

Average Height; 6'4"

Roles:

Most entertainers work as sex workers within their communities. They often work with jocks to satisfy their high libido and to keep them from getting too aggressive, as sexual frustration is a common problem among jocks. Though, in larger communities with many entertainers, they often take on roles as artists. They will usually pursue acting, visual arts, or even music if the need for sex work is low. Although they rarely ever stop having sex with dads regardless of whether its their role.

Visual Signs:

Entertainers rarely wear clothes other than jockstraps or leather, and they often wear jewellery. They also tend to be more conventionally attractive than other dad types. It is unreliable to rely on body shape, as there are many other dad types that may share the same shape.

*Example of Entertainer Specimen*

The Athlete:

Mental Attributes:

Athletes possess higher than average intelligence for dads. They're great strategists and problem solvers, always finding a way out of bad situations. They act the most similar to the average human man, at least similar to the average American man. They're tough on themselves and on others, as a result, they can be quite intimidating to other dads despite their stature. They tend to spend their spare time working out or occasionally reading philosophy and self help books. Athletes tend to be quite good at knowing peoples weaknesses and exploiting them.

Physical Attributes:

Athletes are much smaller than other dad types. They're much shorter than other dads and have quite lean bodies in comparison, though they're stronger than they look. Athletes are quick and nimble, being great runners, climbers, and acrobats. They look very similar to humans, though they appear to be on the hyper masculine side of regular men. They tend to have good definition, but it doesn't show that well through clothing. Athletes usually have trimmed beards, sharp features, and big hands, feet, and genitalia relative to their size. They also tend to have loud and deep voices and their faces often appear angry or annoyed even at rest.

Average Weight: 180 pounds

Average Height: 5'8"

Roles:

Due to their small stature, athletes are often used for any role that involves running or climbing. As such they're often used as messengers between dad communities and as scouts for human outposts. Their agility and speed make them amazing spies as well. Also, due to their ability to strategize, they often work high up in their community's military.

Visual Signs:

Athletes are extremely dangerous as they resemble uninfected men. Be cautious around assertive and hyper masculine men, especially if they're relatively short as athletes are shorter than men on average. Athletes often wear baseball caps, but don't tend to have any preferred clothes other than that. They also tend to have large hands and feet, but not a significant enough difference from men to reliably use to spot athletes.

Other Notes:

Athletes seemed to have evolved after the initial outbreak. After the initial wave of men to infect, dads struggled to find humans, so athletes seemed to be their response to this need. A smart, quick, and nimble dad who blends in with humans is exactly what they needed and got.

*Example of Athlete Specimen*

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Fraxus Week 2024 - Day 2: Sports & Competition

Description: Laxus had known there would be changes in the guild, and in his team, when he got back from exile. What he hadn’t expected was Freed getting involved in the guild's weird competitions. What he really didn’t expect was Freed competing shirtless, and looking jaw-droppingly sexy while doing it

Note: Day two, again hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus. This really is just Laxus going wild for Freed. Sue me. He’s hot, and I like to project onto Laxus.

Link: Ao3

To See Him Ruffled

In the year – or was it technically eight years now? – that Laxus had been out of the guild, obviously a lot was going to have changed. That would have been true even if they hadn't been trapped on the island and the wold went on ticking around them. Changes were something he had known to expect.

What he hadn't expected was how two different changed would mingle into him having to deal with Freed shirtless, sweaty, and sexy as all hell.

First, there was guild culture. Fairy Tail liked to talk about how close and friendly they were, but it had always been a big place and not everyone knew each other. But as members had started to walk away and leave for other guilds, those who remained had evidentially rallied together and gotten close. There were more events, more get togethers, and more focus on community. After everyone trapped on Tenrou had returned, that community had expanded, and the events had increased tenfold.

Second: Freed. Before, Freed had been the very personification of stoicism. He had a darkness behind his eyes, an underlying ferocity. That wasn't gone, as such. There was just more to him now. Like the darkness and the demon were a barrier, and he'd let it down, but was ready to bring it back when he needed it.

Both of those things were fine. Good. Great. The guild was reestablishing its roots, and Freed was growing into his skin in a way he hadn't been able to before. So yeah; all good.

The thing was, though, that they'd merged together to make something… troubling.

Apparently was of the new traditions was the 'Adaption Knockout'. Any member of the guild who wanted to participate would be faced with a day of random challenges wherein their ability to tackle situations were tested. It ranged from solving riddles, to setting up tents in a rainstorm, to performing spectacles of human exercion.

The Freed that Laxus had known when they were younger would have turned his nose up at it. But now, he had said it would be a good way to test his skills and hone his mind.

So, Laxus was now watching from the sidelines as Freed stretched. His coat and his shirt were on the ground, getting muddy and crumpled, while Freed's strong, firm, wonderful back flexed with the effort of his stretching. His shoulder blades were so pronounced, with skin stretching tight over them. He had a few scars, even a few whip marks that Laxus knew he had no business asking about but desperately wanted to know about anyway. It was a back for a strong, working man who had dealt with the crap life threw at him, and bit back with vigour.

Freed never used to take his shirt off. Never. He rarely removed his coat.

He'd been hiding a body like this for so long? Selfish asshole.

What the hell was Laxus thinking?

When Freed turned around during a waist rotation, Laxus wasn't thinking anything at all. How had he never seen Freed's abs before? They were rippling and tight and goddamn mesmerising. Freed wasn't the kind to aim for a body-builder physique like Laxus; he had that swimmer's build. The type you might miss when he was clothed but would get your mouth watering the second that he wasn't.

Damn his nipples were perfect. Laxus could imagine pinching and sucking and biting them, to see what the once reserved Freed would do. Bite back? Pin him down? Spank him?

"Come on man!" Gajeel snapped, sitting on the bleachers beside him. Laxus looked around and was met with a glare. "You wanna screw him, we get it. You really gotta smell like it though?"

Laxus blanched. He hadn't been around other Dragon Slayers for a while. He'd forgotten they had the same heightened senses. Dammit.

Through either luck or coincide, Laxus was saved from having to respond to that when the whistle blew, and the obstacle course race began. Freed shot forward, with the other contestants of course, and began to climb the rope to get to the raised platform. His arms ripples and his thighs clenched, and Laxus had to take the bleachers in a dead-white grip to control himself. He ignored Gajeel's damn snort.

Laxus only had eyes on Freed, and as he zip-lined down back onto the ground, he felt his throat dry up. The man's stomach was clenched, and every single part of him looked intense and tight and lickable.

"And, our first competitors are getting towards the axe wielding portion of the game," Bickslow, who had somehow swindled his way into being commentator for the day, said into the microphone. "Our daring guildmates will be tasked in cutting a felled tree into firewood, and then has to throw the axe into a target fifteen feet away. Tough, and very sexy too."

Seriously, who had let Bickslow get hold of a microphone?

He wasn't wrong though. Seeing Freed yank out the axe from the tree stump that it was bashed into without breaking pace was as sexy as anything Laxus had seen. Then to see him going to town on the tree, cutting it up fast and sharp and so damn skilfully set Laxus' body on fire. If he smelt of his attraction before, it must be a damn stench now.

"And that's Freed taking the lead after hitting the target," Bickslow crowned. "And I think I speak for all of us when I say, 'Daddy may I?'"

Laxus turned to glare at Bickslow, only to see him grinning back with his tongue out. Apparently Gajeel wasn't the only one who knew Laxus might not be thinking entirely purely. Slightly cowed, Laxus looked back to the race, to see Freed laughing and shaking his head slightly as he ran towards the next part of the course.

It was nice that Freed was laughing more. He deserved to laugh. Life had given him a crappy hand, and it was right that things were turning around in his favour.

"God your pathetic," Gajeel growled. "You're acting like he hung the goddamn moon."

"Like you wouldn't be doin' the same if it was your girl doing it," Laxus snapped.

Gajeel looked caught out, then annoyed, then vengeful. He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. "Least I don't have competition."

Laxus frowned, not knowing what that meant. Gajeel looked past him with purpose to the rest of the crowd, all of whom were watching the race. Watching Freed, he realised belatedly, and there were quite a few flushed faces, sharp whispers and scandalous giggling. Why the hell had the guild allowed random members of the public to watch? Yeah, the guild needed money, but they didn't need to sell Freed out to a crowd filled with perverts.

What the hell had they done to look at Freed's flexing… fuck, he was flexing. There was a rubble moving section and Freed was hefting a large part of a demolished wall, and his entire body looked powerful and tested and too sexy for words. His back. His shoulders. His neck!

Why did they get to see Freed like this? Laxus was the one who knew him!

But he couldn't say any of that to Gajeel. So, he huffed and grunted, "Guess my guy's hotter than your girl."

"The hell did you just-"

Had he just called Freed his guy? He had, hadn't he. He didn't have a claim on Freed. He didn't. But he had more of a claim on him than anyone else, and if anyone deserved to be worshipping the man's body – did he want to worship him? – then it was Laxus.

Okay, he really needed to leave. It had to be the sun making him lose his mind.

It was certainly the sun giving Freed that beautiful, sweat slicked sheen.

"And with his storming lead, Freed is approaching the plunge pool. I think we're all looking forward to seeing how he handles this," Bickslow said.

Freed actually halted as he climbed the ladder, turned to look at Bickslow and yelled, "Next year, consider a cold shower before you start."

Maybe Laxus would benefit from a cold shower.

"Only saying what we're all thinking, Baby."

The fact that even Bickslow calling Freed baby, something he did to basically everyone he had ever met, had Laxus feeling jealousy roiling inside of him was a problem. Yes, Freed was basically sex on legs at this point. Yes, Dragon Slayers apparently had a predisposition for jealousy. Yes, Laxus wasn't so horned up and pathetic that he'd actually do anything about it. But still, it was a problem he was even thinking it.

He needed to leave. He would calm down, get his head on straight, and deal with this explosion of lust he was feeling when he was back to his self.

Just as he stood up to leave, a splash rebounded around the space, and Laxus turned to see Freed had jumped from a raised platform into a deep pool of crisp clean water. Crisp clean water he was climbing out of, shirtless and soaked and practically a siren that sang directly for Laxus' soul.

Water rolled down his chest, over his abs, and down the waistband of his pants which clung to him sinfully. He ran a hand through hid sodden hair and brushed it out of his face, his human and demon eye equally sinful as he rolled his shoulders and caught his breath, chest rising and falling and taunting Laxus.

Holy shit.

Silently, absently, and resolutely ignoring Gajeel's manic laughing at his expense, he sat down again. He could get his head on straight later. Maybe he was making a mistake, but this was too good to miss.

"And just so you know," Gajeel whispered lowly. "Looks like he's getting into the final round. You know what the final round is?"

"Don't care."

"Mud wrestling."

Laxus' grip on the bleacher got so tight he splintered it. Gajeel just laughed.

Once the final round was over, and Laxus had lost all sense of any sanity he'd ever previously had, Freed approached him. He was drenched head to toe in mud, still shirtless, and was grinning as if entirely content with the situation.

What the hell had happened to Freed, exactly?

Laxus was glad of it, whatever it was. Seeing Freed let loose and without the anxieties and holdbacks that had made him his previously reserved self was wonderful, but this was so far form the Freed he had known it was like night and day. To Laxus, who had only known this version of Freed for a few weeks, it was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly Freed was the man he was always meant to be.

He was so sexy like it, too. Not just because he had a good body – a really good body – or that he was caked in mud in a way that weirdly worked for Laxus. No. Freed had an easy confidence, and a cockiness that had always been there, but seemed more lighthearted now. Previously, they'd spent time laughing at their guildmates in a way not entirely kind. Now, it felt like Freed would make those jokes about himself only.

Laxus wanted to kiss him. Right here, right now. To hell with the consequences.

"I didn't expect you to come," Freed said in greeting. Had he not known Laxus was there? And to think Laxus had been entirely hypnotised by him.

"You're my teammate. I should support you," Laxus grumbled, glancing around to see if Gajeel was close enough to make a comment. He wasn't.

"You should apply next year. It's quite fun. Definitely gets the blood pumping," Freed grinned, rolling out his arm and flicking his now heavy hair out from his eyes.

Laxus had to look at him. His arm was troubling him, and he wasn't hiding it, which was frankly a miracle. Many a time before the harvest festival, Freed had decided to hide his injuries as if they were something to be ashamed of. There had been knife wounds he'd refused to admit to. To Laxus' shame, he hadn't all together cared. He'd thought that it was Freed's business, and he could handle himself.

Then there was the mud. The Freed he had known was spotless and without blemish, going so far as to cast illusion spells if something was wrong with his outfit. Now he simply stood there, like some kind of a swamp monster, and didn't seem to have a care in the world. He was ruffled and messed and gleeful in it.

He'd changed so much, and it looked so good on him. Laxus wondered if he could ever change so much. Maybe he needed a push.

"Yeah. I will," he said.

"You will?" Freed asked, a little shocked, but then grinned. "You'll really enjoy it."

"Sure I will," Laxus nodded slightly. He'd probably agree to anything Freed said in the moment.

"I should warn you, though," Freed continued. "I intend to win next year, so you'll have heavy competition."

"Obviously," Laxus grunted. As if Freed had ever not been one step away from putting Laxus on his ass. Just because Laxus might not have admitted to it before, it didn't mean he'd never known it. "Second place ain't bad, though. You did well."

"I suppose. I think third would have been preferable, honestly."

Laxus frowned. "Why?"

"There's something of a tradition between the final two competitors. A wager wherein whoever comes second has to perform a demand of the winner. A dare, essentially, of which I am now burdened to adhere to."

Well, that was one thing that hadn't changed. Freed got weirdly eloquent and verbose when annoyed. Laxus had to grin. "What's Loke makin' you do?"

Freed glanced at the man who had bested him, who was surrounded by Lucy, his fellow celestial spirits, and a few of the other competitors. He didn't look half as good shirtless and covered in mud as Freed did. "I'm his personal butler for a full week. Any demand he has, I have to without complaint."

Laxus snorted. "Sounds awful."

"I expect it will be," Freed chuckled, and the fact he was taking it in such good faith had Laxus grinning. He wanted to push Freed into the grass, pin him down, and drive him to distraction. "I don't think my ego will handle it."

"Nah, something that big can handle anything."

"My ego, Laxus. Not yours."

"Asshole," Laxus grinned. "Hope he makes you squirm. Gives you some stupid uniform or something."

"Funny you should mention that," Freed chuckled. "He actually sent me to change into my 'uniform' now. I just happened to see you before I snuck off."

"Is it bad?" Laxus teased.

"It's… exactly what a man like him would want in a butler."

"He gonna yell at you if you keep talking to me?"

"It's a bet, Laxus, not an employment contract," Freed laughed, and ran a hand through his muddy hair after it fell over his head. He reached down to the hair tie and pulled it out, swapping his hair into a messy ponytail. Laxus might not have ever seen so much of Freed's neck as he had in that moment. "Even if I was on a time limit, I wouldn't have reached it. He told me to change in the bathroom, but there's no real point. I might as well do it here."

"In front of-"

Laxus cut himself off when he saw Freed bending down and unbuckling his belt. He could do nothing but gape as Freed pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, standing just in his muddy boots, and his very tight – sinfully tight – boxer briefs. Laxus, in the brief second that he let himself look, could see everything. He quickly looked up

"What're you doing?"

"For the next week, I am to wear nothing but my boxers. Well, that and," he reached back into his pants pocket, letting them drop to the floor once he was done. He reached behind his neck, and Laxus swallowed at the sight. "A bow tie."

So. Freed was standing barely over a foot away in boxers tight enough to show off veins, and in a bow tie. Right. That was manageable. Laxus could deal with that. He didn't want to pin him against the nearest wall at all.

"A full week, huh?" He asked, voice hoarse.

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to get used to me looking like this for a while."

"Right."

"And flirting, too," Freed said with a blasé tone that might have Laxus falling to his knees.

"Flirting?"

"Loke's demand. I am to flirt constantly and shamelessly. I should probably start doing that, actually. I can imagine that he'd come up with a demeaning task to put me in my place, or some such nonsense," Freed laughed. He then stood tall, changed his posture, and looked up at Laxus from under his lashes. Laxus' spine snapped straight when Freed all but purred. "Is there anything I can do to please you, sir?"

Okay.

Right.

That was his limit.

That was the step too far.

Laxus let lightning cover him, transformed into it entirely, and shot off into the sky, ignoring the resounding sound of Gajeel's cackling, and missing Freed's self-satisfied smirk.

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Beneath The Surface

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This dinner with your family is going nowhere. It's not at all what you had in mind when your mom called you last week. Your oldest brother is getting married in a few days, and to celebrate, your parents are hosting a family dinner; complete with aunts and uncles you hadn't seen since you were probably five or six.

Your mother insisted it was time for you to introduce your boyfriend of a few months to everyone. At first, you declined, explaining to your mom that he's just returned from traveling for work and he's pretty exhausted, but your mother is persistent and wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

So, with some hesitation, you called Nick, explaining to him the situation, and that you completely understand if he doesn't want to. You're expecting him to say no. Why wouldn't he? No guy, ever, is excited to meet their girlfriend's family.

"It's about time I get to meet your family," was his answer.

Okay, except maybe Nick.

You rolled your eyes, at the positive asshat that he always is.

"I haven't told them," you confess, regretfully. "Haven't told them what?" "What you do for a living."

There’s a pause, and you're afraid you might have upset him.

"Oh, you mean the hired hit man thing?"

What the hell? Can't he take anything seriously.

"Really, Nick?"

You sighed in relief that he wasn't actually upset, but if he could see your face, he'd tell you to quit rolling your eyes because you look like a spoiled brat. The thought made you grin.

"I'm serious. I haven't told them much about you, actually." "Why not?"

You caught the slight distress in his voice.

"Are you ashamed of me or something?"

"What? No! No, it's not like that. It's just that, well, my family isn't always the most warm and accepting type, that's all. My love life and who I chose to date aren't any of their business."

There was more silence. You hate silence.

"Nick?" "It's because I have tattoos, isn't it?"

The lightheartedness of Folio's joke made you grin.

"I happen to like all your tattoos, thank you very much."

"Oh, I know you do, sweetheart. I have the bruises from last night proving it."

Nick's comment had you blushing and your heart racing.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" "Shut-up." "No, come on, admit it, baby; you loved every second of last night." "Well," you stuttered, trying to think of something smart to say, but instead settled for the truth. "Getting fucked in the bathroom at the venue after my boyfriend's show wasn't the ideal place I had in mind." "Maybe, but you sounded so pretty, and you felt like fucking heaven. You always do, no matter where we are." "Yeah? Is that so?" "Yes, ma'am, it is."

Nick hummed, following it with a light chuckle.

"Alright, so can you help me, or not?" "Hmmm, I'll have to check my schedule. I'm not sure," "NICK!" "Okay! Okay! Yes, I'll come. Fine. Happy? "Very."

So, here you sit with Folio on your left side and your soon to be sister-in-law on your right.

"So, Nick, tell us what it is you actually do for a living," your mother says.

She's at least playing nice and being somewhat respectful. Maybe it's because one of her kids is finally doing something with their life that she agrees with.

"Er, sure."

He looks over you and smiles, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze beneath the table

"I'm a drummer in a band."

Your mother's eyes grow wide.

"Really?" "Yes, ma’am," Folio nods proudly. "Like, in a real band? "Mom! Seriously?"

You hide your face in your hands, completely embarrassed.

Folio’s laugh helps you relax, and so does the second squeeze on your thigh, only this time his hand goes a little further up until it's resting right against your thin laced panties, giving his fingers easy access to your wet, hot sex. It immediately takes away the embarrassment.

"Yes, ma'am, a real band. In fact, we just got back a few days ago from our three week tour in the States. Played our last show about an hour from here last night."

Folio wiggles his fingers against the inside of your thigh, brushing your throbbing core lightly. It's enough to make you grind your teeth and clench your muscles.

"Oh well, have I heard of your band before?" your mother asks.

You slide your hand over Nick's thigh and grip his knee tightly. His fingers fidget with your panties, and you know what he wants; for you to open your legs just a little and allow him access, which you willingly give him. But you're not about to let him have all the fun.

"Not unless you listen to metalcore," Nick answers respectfully, but you catch the sarcasm in his voice, huffing a slight laugh at your mom's turned up face in disgust.

"Metal, what?" "Metalcore. It's a certain, eh, um," Folio stammers, caught off guard by the unexpected feeling of your hand caressing the inner part of his thigh, right up against his swollen cock. It's sensitive and full of pressure that's growing hotter the more you rub his thigh. Suddenly, he can't think straight enough to form a proper thought.

"Have you forgotten what kind of music you play, Nick?" "I'm sorry, what did, oh yeah... metalcore," Folio says weakly, clearing his throat. "It's, er, it's..." "It's harder than normal rock, with singing and aggressive screaming, Mom. It's nothing you'd like."

Your mom stares at you blankly, unknowing you have your hand deep inside the jeans of the man beside you, massaging his balls. They're soft and the perfect size to fit in your hand, matching the perfect erection already thick and hard, right above them. Feeling the tightness of Folio’s thigh muscles and how they flex then relax has you feeling a massive power trip at the moment. You have this sweet, beautiful man at your mercy, driving him absolutely out of his fucking mind, and you're loving every second of it.

"Ughh, no thank you," your mom grimaces and shakes her head. "That's not my preferred taste. But I can tell how happy you make my daughter just by the way you look at her, so I'll cut you some slack there. But you better be good to her, or I'm sending her big brother after you."

She points her sharp red nailed finger at Folio, and he grins wide like a Cheshire cat. It's contagious.

You move in closer to him, pulling your chair over and wrap your free hand through his arm to hold on to him. Folio lays his left hand over your right as you continue working his cock beneath the table. Your pace is slow and tight, and you know exactly how he feels about tightness and how it always makes him cum really hard; especially when you’re riding him. It drives him crazy every single time.

Thankfully, the conversation about Folio has dropped, and everyone moves on. Some get up from the table and leave, including your parents, brother, and his fiance, while others immerse themselves in deep conversation.

"Holy shit, baby, what are you doing,” Nick softly cries, turning his face down and whispering in your ear.

“Shhhh, trust me. Just relax. I’ll be quick.”

You bite your bottom lip after hearing a deep groan leave him, planting your face in the side of his neck, leaving small kisses on his partially damp skin.

He's breathing hard, in and out through his nose and gritting his teeth, doing his best to keep his composure while you fuck him nice and slow with your hand.

Folio grabs your wrist, and you look up at him, but his eyes remain close while lines of frustration crease his forehead.

“Do you want me to stop?” you whisper against his ear. He shakes his head quickly.

Wiggling your wrist out of his grip, he doesn’t stop you as you continue doing what you're doing in order to achieve your goal. His knee suddenly slams into the table and hits the table top from beneath, making you snicker when a whispered curse leaves his mouth.

“Are you sure you don't want me to stop?” you ask again, trying to hide your amusement as some of the others around the table look your way. You indicate everything's all good, and they go back to their conversations.

“Fuck no, don’t you dare, sto… mmmm fuck…” he mutters, dropping his head. His quiet sounds are turning you on so much, making you so wet between your legs that all you can think about is getting him back to your house as soon as possible.

Nick begins to pant harder, trying his best to keep quiet. You work him faster, keeping your eyes locked on him like he's your prey. You want to watch this man fall apart for you in your hands.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he shrieks, gabbing your wrist. “Y/N, you're gonna make me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager!” “Then cum for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel," echoing his words from last night.

You’re being cruel, teasing him so ruthlessly in a public place, but you don’t care. This is payback for last night.

“Fuck, Y/N, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Nick’s knee slams into the table again as he spills his cum all over your hand. The rush it gives you could almost make you climax, but thankfully you’re able to keep it together. You don’t bother to look around, only at the man in front of you. He's out of breath and his legs are trembling.

You retrieve your hand from inside his jeans, feeling a pang of guilt for the mess you've made. Just as you kiss the side of his face, Folio turns and catches you in a heated kiss, locking both hands around your face desperately.

“I fucking love you," he gushes with a lopsided grin. "I know you do. Even without all that," you tease, glancing down at his crotch.

Folio just stares at you for a minute, making you wonder what he's thinking.

"You're right, I do, I really fucking do."

He leans in and kisses you again.

"But you just wait until I get you back to your house. I won’t be nice to you. You’re going to pay dearly for what you've just put me through.”

The hint of playfulness is plain in Folio's voice, but the deep intensity you see lurking behind his soft brown eyes makes your skin heat up and the fire burning for him in your veins even hotter.

"Oh, yeah, well you’ll have to catch me first. And considering what you’ve got going on under there, I’m not sure if that’s possible. You look a little, er, messy at the moment."

The sarcastic smirk that spreads over your face is impossible to hide. You keep direct eye contact with Nick, challenging him in such a tormenting way that it's agonizing. But it's quickly replaced with amusement, and it lightens your heart.

“You’re a monster, Y/N. Un-fucking-believable. I don't deserve this kind of treatment. "

You laugh and wiggle just as he pokes your side, tickling you briefly while shaking his head.

"Come on, let's go home. We can shower, and I'll even be nice and clean up my mess."

Folio runs his hand to the back of your neck and he pulls you in, kissing you deeply.

"You're beautiful, baby."

His smile is sweet, but serious.

You swallow the lump in your throat to keep your blush from setting your cheeks on fire.

"Yeah, well, you're perfect, so I guess that makes us even."

He lightly laughs.

"Yeah, I guess so."

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Hermitcraft Pokemon AU thoughts!

(If using this as reference please tag as 'Hc poke au' so I can see, also feel free to tag me :))

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This has been haunting me for a while so I figured I would throw them here for some people to enjoy

Basically this region would have a gym for some types (the most i could fit), and the order is pre determined so each gym holds pokemon of a certain level. Once you get through all of them four are randomized to be your big trail at the end, with their real Pokemon.

The pokemon trial is a BIG DEAL needing to be signed up for and then selected as it is so intensive.

The main antagonist is an organization researching 'Sculk' who got infected :)

As well as an unusual myth that seems to be interested in a few of the members. The Watcher.

Now onto hermits and the rough order of gyms!

OTHER ROLES:

Rendog-

He is the host for the trails, the charming man who will guide you along your journey. However, somethings seems a little off about him...were his eyes always red? He is not infected with Sculk like the others think, instead The Watcher is using his eyes to gain information about its victims.

Xisuma-

Head pokemon professor, oversees all other branches of research as well as the trail. Elusive to the public, who has never seen his face, but close with the gym leaders as he is the one who calculates pokemon level for that year. Absolutely distraught at the appearance of Sculk, and values the safety of his friends over himself.

Cubfan-

An odd pokemon professor, researching the effects of pokemon moves on humans. He is considered odd, and many protest actually using people for his trails, but he is very careful and ensures consent. Was chosen to go and supervise the Sculk trials alongside the company to see if its harmful to people. (wink wink nudge nudge)

Mumbo-

The youngest pokemon professor, he focuses mostly on the evolution of pokemon and how and when it occurs. He is likely the professor you would see the most, interacting with gym leaders and Ren. When Xisuma begins to evacuate things, and Cub goes missing he is forced to run everything himself. On top of that, his close friend Grian goes missing. Absolutely crumbling under the pressure of the many tasks.

DocM-

The head of the organization researching the Sculk, he seems unaffected by the possession. (Until too late hehe) Cold on the outside, friendly on the inside he won favor of many gym leaders, even if the HEP and public are skeptical of his involvement. He is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.

Cleo-

She is the head of HEP (Human, Environment, Pokemon) who focus on the human treatment of pokemon and the protection against pokemon rampages. They were tasked with monitoring the Sculk situation. With their 'no bs' attitude, you'd think they would have no friends with all the goofballs around, but its actually just a front for their pure sarcasm.

Joe Hills-

A member of HEP who came from distant lands, wont tell you exactly how or why but will spin fanciful tales of adventure. Actually under arrest for breaking pokemon out 'illegally' in his original region. Protected by HEP now, at least for a while.

XbCrafted-

A field expert HEP member, usually taking care of water based missions. He is close friends with Keralis and beef, often teasing that he could defeat their regular teams easy. During a mission to investigate Sculk along a beachfront, he goes MIA. He is eventually found stranded on an island with all his pokemon fainted, talking to a volleyball with Keralis's face on it. He is fearful of the man after being haunted by the small volleyball child.

Zedaph-

The last member of HEP, hard to spot and even harder to understand in a conversation. Smart enough to be offered a spot as a professor but denied it as he 'doesn't want his creativity limited.' Takes care of the technical aspects.

Gem-

Current Champion! Rumored to be Etho's sibling or otherwise related she takes great pride in her title. Known as GeminiSlay, her pokemon are ruthless, mostly tanks and quick attackers. She often worries about how the public compares her to Etho despite their obvious differences. She takes care of her gym leaders, but always looks for opportunities to drop in for surprise battles, especially with Pearl and Joel.

Grian-

Very close with Pearl, former water gym leader but retired the position to her after she defeated him. Now he takes joy in annoying the other gyms and assisting Mumbo is his research. Still an expectedly powerful trainer. Snail, marine biologist man, surprisingly smart. Goes mysteriously missing during the Sculk breakout, and is found stolen by one of the legendaries of the region (the Watcher.)

GYM LEADERS:

BdoubleO- Grass

Disgruntled about being the first gym leader faced, but takes great pride in wowing the trail-goers and being a difficult first challenge. He takes excellent care of his gym, and enjoys his trail. He claims to be the only Gym leader who defeated Etho. One of the longest standing leaders. During the Sculk infection, he helps to maintain a safe area and contact Etho for help.

Pearl- Water

Takes excellent care of her pokemon and it shows, they are fiercely loyal and in tune with her. Sometimes seeming to move as one entity. Admires Gem for her determination and skill, the pair have a joking rivalry. Also very close with Tango, she likes having the upper hand in battling. She pushes Tango to train his pokemon better against water types. She leads the search for Grian when he goes missing, facing off against the legendary by herself.

Tango- Fire

A bit hot-headed, he can sometimes gain a one track mind when it comes to his projects and forget about his responsibility as a gym leader. He created his own trail, and ensured it was as far from the scorching flames the trail-goers would expect (Decked out themed.) Close to Zedaph, and often helps in HEP contraptions. When his dungeon starts to gain a consciousness of its own, he is surprisingly delighted, even if it costs him possession.

Impulse- Rock

Stubborn, vengeful, and critical he relies on his combined Gym to help even out his flaws. Despite what he considers fatal flaws, he is intelligent, loyal, and protective of his friends which compliment his other half. Like earthquakes he is a powerhouse with his pokemon, often intimidating trail-goers. Although they are very quickly shown otherwise with his welcoming personality.

Skizz- Ground

Overly trusting, friendly, and slack he relies on his combined Gym to help even out his flaws. Impulse pushes him to grow and match his level, as well as not immediately giving up on a grudge. While he calms and grounds Impulse's intense energy. The pair make a deadly duo and are the trial-goers first introduction to the concept of double battles. Warm and welcoming he surprises a lot of people with his demeanor.

Scar- Normal

While normal types seem boring, Scar would adamantly disagree. They have very few weaknesses, and have the potential to learn to many moves outside of their type! A lover of all pokemon trail-goer expect scar to be easy, but are very wrong. His Persian, Jellie, is not as friendly as her trainer. Distraught by the loss of Grian he is incredibly frustrated he cant go to look for his friend due to his wheelchair.

Keralis- Bug

Wide eyed and not that competitive Keralis aims to just have a good time. He showers any trainer who makes it to his gym with compliments luring them into a false security. Despite not being competitive, he is ranked higher than the rest for a reason. Bug types are underrated. Keralis was terrified when XB goes missing, he completely closes his gym to go looking for his beloved princess.

Ijevin- Poison

Goopy spooky guy, takes great joy in being so relaxed and still absolutely destroying people. Stock up on poison heals and hope he's having a good day! He is also one of the original leaders, and has fallen into a comfortable groove and gained mad skills. Overall reliable, and sturdy.

Beef- Fighting

His bulky figure leads most people to believe he is a ruthless fighter, and while this is true, he also has a heart of gold. During XB's disappearance he too closes his gym, strong arming any authorities away as he searches for his friend. He is the one to first find XB, who is fearful of Keralis after being haunted by the ball man.

Hypno- Psychic

A slinking, cheeky figure. No one has ever seen his eyes, and it is rumored that he can brainwash people with his gaze. It is of course not entirely true, but he continues it as it tons of fun watching trial-goers squirm as he watches them. Close with Wels and Ijevin, who takes great pride in making fun of being super effective against his pokemon. One of the older gym leaders.

Welsknight- Steel

What better category for a knight? With speed and tactic he tears down those who get in his way. He takes pokemon battling very seriously, but only because the competitiveness brings him joy. If he wins or loses, he had an amazing time. Although it can be hard to tell, the glare he gives while focusing would make anyone nervous. He plays heavily into the knight bit, people are unsure if je truly believes it (he doesnt.) But...recently he seems a tad more aggressive. And was he always so fascinated with the colour red? The watcher has taken a particular interest in the knight, and is attempting to use him in much the same way as Ren.

(Joel) Smallishbeans-Dark

His sarcastic ease makes most trainers doubt his skills, and he takes great pleasure in watching their faces fall as they realize it is NOT an easy fight. He is not what you'd expect for the Dark element, and he enjoys using contrast to highlight the shadows rather than just cast everything into night. One of the newer Gym leaders, he insists Etho would not get past him in a pokemon battle, and has spent most of his carrer jokingly threatening the man, and trailing after him to beg for a battle.

False- Flying

The strongest of the gyms she is known as the 'Queen of hearts', as she often destroyed the dreams of those who dared to face her. She is the last hurdle before the final stretch, trainers often get sloppy now and she takes advantage of it. The longest reigning leader, she doesn't seem to want to retire anytime soon. Very close with Ren, but too busy to immediately notice his changes.... She is vital in helping drive off the Sculk, her powerful team helping to clear infected Pokemon and trainers.

Etho-

Former Champion, held the title for many years before willingly giving it over to his apprentice. He is many peoples spark for wanting to be a trainer, and he is still incredibly talented. (Despite Gem's boasting.) Now he wanders across the land to revisit friends and watch the youngsters train, until someone is able to make it to his newly established gym. Having a soft spot for ice types he took up maintaining a gym as hobby and to still enjoy battling hard-working trainers.

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