#leaf eared mouse

[typhlonectes]

Mice thrive at 6700 m, higher than any mammals were thought able to live

Survey turns up several mouse species living on Andes peaks, breaking records for the highest dwelling mammals

Few places are as inhospitable as the top of Llullaillaco, a 6700-meter volcano on the border between Chile and Argentina. Winds howl nonstop and no plants live there; daytime temperatures never get above freezing and plummet even more come nightfall. Oxygen levels are just 40% of those at sea level, too low for mammals to live there —or so biologists thought until 3 years ago when a research team captured a live leaf-eared mouse at its summit. Now new work shows this animal was not a fluke. The team has found other leaf-eared mice on additional volcano tops, and genomic studies of these summit dwellers and their lower elevation relatives confirm the rodents make their homes nearly 7000 meters above sea level, making them the highest dwelling vertebrate found so far. (Some birds soar higher but appear not to dwell at those elevations.) The team has also come across five other mouse species living above 5000 meters on various mountains in the Central Andes...

Read more:  https://www.science.org/content/article/mice-thrive-6700-kilometers-higher-any-mammals-were-thought-able-live

#mouse #rodent #leaf eared mouse #mammal #mammalogy #biology #zoology #animals #nature #south america #mountains #science

[konigsblog]

Plzzzz more weed use dad bod konig!!!❤️

tw: weed use, size kink 🍃

db!könig drives his big, fat hips into you for hours, your pussy sore and burning as his thick, hard cock stretches you out so nicely. :( you're a complete mess for him; intoxicated and high out your mind, with your pussy and clit being stimulated by him rubbing your clit lazily, whispering lowly beside your ear drunkenly and driving you utterly crazy for his love.

both his large, calloused hands find themselves on your hips. gripping firmly, your flesh and fat spilling from his fingers. he grunts at your tightness, a low and guttural growl leaving his hips as he looks down at you through half closed eyelids, hiding his pink scleras. you twitch and wriggle, moaning out blissfully at the tickling sensation of his pubes against your ass and cunny, tired giggles filling the silence between the loud slaps and his deep grunts.

occasionally his hand slides to your throat, squeezing it tightly and keeping your head down against the bedsheets. you hold his wrist tightly, eyes rolled back at the strong scent of marijuana and alcohol. you can only pulse and throb around him, silenced and hushed while he drives you even closer to your growing orgasm. with a joint burning between his thick fingers, he speaks hoarsely in a quiet, hushed tone, still thrusting his fat, aching dick into your slicken hole.

“you take it so well when you're all drugged up, little mouse.” he comments, his hand slapping underneath your thigh. you weep and sniffle, shaking like a leaf in the wind under his gaze. könig's chubby stomach presses against yours, rutting into you, his burly arms and thick, heavy thighs cornering you in and he slides and rocks his hips slowly, smoking beside your face. the strong smell of his musk, alongside his spicy cologne was leaving you drunk just off of him... :3

“look at you, my dear--always taking it so well, despite being so small next to me. ja-ja-, that's good, that's my good girl.”

#orla speaks #konig #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #könig #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig mw2

[scuttlingcrab]

Raphael going to a noble party of some kind, disguised as a human, in order to find and schmooze with current and potential clients. While engaging with one such individual who seems particularly taken with him, from across the room he spots Tav, for once not dressed in adventurer's gear but decorated with finery. The Hero of Baldur's Gate is so radiant that, at a glance, one could be forgiven for mistaking the mortal as an angel in disguise. However, like the cambion, Tav also has noble-born partygoers vying for their attention, asking (and more often than not being granted) a dance with the hero, and perhaps gossip of nobles approaching the hero with dowry proposals and attempts at wooing this illustrious guest begin to reach the fiend's ears.

You're the best, thank you so much for sending me this prompt! x

Summary: Raphael attends the annual Baldur's Gate Masquerade Ball and accidentally runs into his little mouse.

Dance with the Devil

(Image via venenum-cadaverinus)

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women and devils merely players. 

It was a warm summer’s evening. A gentle breeze came from the sea, as frequent as the lapping waves, temporarily relieving the heavy layer of humidity that hovered in the air. The full moon blazed, illuminating all below it like a spotlight.

The annual masquerade ball had begun, attracting not only the richest, noblest citizens within Baldur’s Gate, but of the entire Sword Coast. They all flocked to Wyrm's Rock Fortress, togged up clad in glittering gowns, spectacular silk suits, and meticulous masks that expertly hid the true identity of every guest.

Per annum, the masquerade highlighted the achievements of Baldur’s Gate, from elections won to cities conquered, and what a year it had been for all mankind. With the narrow defeat of the Elder Brain the city undoubtedly had something magnificent to celebrate. Despite more than half of the city still in ruin, Wyrm's Rock itself littered with holes, and the political climate in bedlam; there was hope. And with hope, lies potential. 

Raphael arrived at the ball not in his usual show of sparks and embers, but by modest carriage. He smiled to himself, finding amusement in this mortal way of traversing the planes. These simple minded creatures always had such an imaginative way of thinking. He exited the coach and took a deep breath, absorbing the salty sea air and the multifarious scents of the mortals swimming past him. He had come concealed as a human, but his clothing was nothing but lavish. He couldn’t resort to anything less than that. 

He wore a red velvet three-piece tuxedo with a form fitting tailcoat. The colour was bold, yet the details simplistic, he wouldn’t dare distract from the show-stopping piece of his costume: the mask.

Raphael was hidden behind a horned gold leaf mask, the horns replicating the very ones from the Crown of Karsus. He made the mask himself, the artistry immaculate, showcasing Raphael’s pristine attention to detail. The intricate floral designs carved into the mask not only added panache but amplified the aesthetic beauty of the disguise.

A gaggle of women stopped to take in Raphael’s outfit, nodding to him in admiration. He returned their stares with a polite bow, before they moved along, giggling. Raphael’s body increased in warmth, his cheeks flushed with pride. 

This was a night of celebration not only for Baldur’s Gate, but for Raphael. Since acquiring the Crown of Karsus, he barely had a moment to himself. There had been no celebrations awaiting him in the House of Hope, no companions to congratulate him on his arduous labour. The very nature of his ambitions subjected Raphael to secrecy and solitude, he was forced only to rely on himself. Naturally, as soon as his hands cradled the Crown, he went straight to work, preparing for the next course of action in his ongoing plans to conquer the Hells. The Crown was just the beginning. 

Symphonious music, exuberant laughter, and the electrifying hum of excitement could be heard even from the outskirts of the Fortress. The entire fortification was vibrating, brought to life by the very nature of the ball.

As Raphael showed his invitation to the guards, and passed successfully through the security checks, he bit his tongue to stop himself from prematurely combusting into flames. His chest rattled, as if it might burst open at any second from the thrill of the evening to come. 

Raphael made his way through the interior of the fortress, completely anonymous, blending smoothly into the crowd. No room was off limits, he was free to roam where he pleased; to indulge in the festivities, and even prey on guests without suspicion if he felt so inclined.

He soon found himself on the upper floors, walking into the Audience Hall. It had been turned into a ballroom, the hive of the masquerade. A band was comfortably sitting where the throne would’ve been. The walls behind them had yet to be repaired from the blasts that sieged the fortress when the Elder Brain attacked. It quite suited the occasion, bringing in the cool evening air and offering a dramatic view of the oceanfront. 

Raphael leaned against a stone wall towards the edge of the room, observing the mortals mingling and twirling. Everyone’s movements were synchronised effortlessly, there wasn’t one person who didn’t belong. He must throw a ball like this in Avernus once Zariel is defeated. Yes, it would be most joyous indeed. 

His toes tingled as he watched the gowns swirling, his body attracted to the movements like a moth to a light. As he took a step forward, he was suddenly blocked by a mysterious woman. She wore a tall lace headdress that made it appear as if she was looming over Raphael. Her blue gown hugged her bosom, revealing a little too much to those who happened to sneak a peek or two. Her face was completely obscured by a white porcelain mask, the lips painted red. She bowed to Raphael and he returned the motion. 

“I was quite taken by your ensemble.” The woman began, her voice deep and rusty. 

“I am most honoured, my lady. “

“It smells of money.” The woman’s eye’s twinkled behind her mask. 

Raphael raised an eyebrow, amused at the bluntness of this woman. He couldn’t help but respect the efforts, despite her obstructing his path to the dance floor. 

“My accounts are indeed… healthy.” Raphael responded. 

“Mmm. And what of your relationship status?

“I am unfortunately married to my work.” 

“As they all say...”

The woman began to say something else, but her voice faded as Raphael caught wind of something stirring at the far end of the hall. His ears twitched as the murmurs rose, the distant rumbling growing like a massive wave, enveloping the entire ballroom.

Raphael turned to find the source of the commotion, his eyes immediately falling on heaven incarnate. His mouth fell open as he took in this new creature. He delicately placed his hand on his heart, to make sure it was still beating.

She was stunning, the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on in this mortal plane; every movement she made was graceful, dignified, and had purpose. Her black strapless gown glittered under the candlelight, showcasing her broad shoulders and pale skin. The train on her gown seemed to levitate as she moved across the room. The mask she donned was made of silver feathers that fanned out towards her forehead. Truly, a celestial in disguise.

“If you will excuse me. It has been most illuminating. May your future be… opulent.” 

Raphael dismissed himself with a bow. He was certain he heard the woman tut in disapproval, but he was already in pursuit; halfway across the hall to his new target.

A crowd was forming around the mysterious creature, growing with more eager souls as every second passed. Raphael lingered around the throng, trying to find an opportunity to strike. He edged his way in, closer and closer, his chest expanding, eyes glowing, as he focused his listening. Raphael needed to hear the creature’s voice, which was no doubt as angelic as her appearance.

As he approached the centre, he was bombarded by mundane talk from the vultures circling the creature; dowry proposals and failed attempts at wooing her with what sounded like children’s rhymes. Cheap tricks!  

Raphael instead titled his head towards the creature in another attempt to identify her. His nose picked up the delicate scent of cloves and roses. Cloves and roses… he gasped. He searched the creature’s face again and instantly recognised the pale scar on her chin. It was minuscule, but Raphael never missed a detail. Could it be… Tav? The little mouse?

It felt like a lifetime ago since their last encounter when she so valiantly delivered the Crown of Karsus to him. Raphael’s pride and glory, his ascension. Their exchange had been brief, but Raphael would always be eternally grateful.

He often had Tav in his thoughts long after they parted, wondering how she coped; but she soon occupied less of his mind the more fires he had to put out, the more he had to focus on preparations against Zariel’s forces. This evening he would rectify his error.

Raphael beamed as he watched Tav deny one vulture after another. Such confidence, my how she’s grown. His little mouse, so furious, so brave. 

Without hesitation, Raphael swept in, lightly tapping Tav on the back. Her skin felt cool against his touch, and he fought against his temptations to leave his hand resting on her shoulder.

“May I have this dance?” Raphael asked. 

Tav froze at Raphael's touch, stopping her dialogue with the random mortal. She bowed in an apology to them before turning around to face Raphael. Tav’s nose twitched as she took him in, her eyes slowly lighting up in recognition. Raphael gave Tav a cheeky smile, extending a hand towards her. 

There was a pause before Tav nodded, placing her hand upon his. The whispers hushed and silence filled the hall as Raphael guided her to the centre of the ballroom just in time for a new song. 

Raphael whirled Tav into his arms as soon as the music began. She fit perfectly against him, like a missing puzzle piece. Tav squeezed his hand as Raphael led and she followed, never missing a beat. 

“I almost didn’t recognise you without those tattered blood stained clothes, little mouse. You clean up well.” 

“It’s been a long time since anyone called me that, ” Tav said, smiling fondly. “You are a sight for sore eyes. Thank you for rescuing me from those creeps.” 

Raphael chuckled. 

“And you are a most welcoming sight indeed. Positively ravishing. I never thought I’d see you attending an event such as this.”

“I could say the same of you. Don’t you have more important things to be doing than playing dress up?”

“Ever so perceptive. This evening I am merely here for entertainment, taking note of my stock. It pleases me to see some of my most prestigious, favoured clients doing so well for themselves.” 

“Our deal is done.”

“Yes, in truth, but you are an alumni, so to speak. It’s only natural for me to check-in from time to time.”

The dance grew more intimate as they continued. The world around Raphael vanished as he stared into Tav’s eyes. It was just the two of them, how it was always meant to be. Raphael was connected to Tav, their movements fluid as they circled the dance floor. He could feel Tav’s breath on his neck, her breasts pushing against his chest, as he let the rhythms direct their next steps.

“You are a natural.” Raphael said, breaking the stillness.

“Don’t act so surprised.” 

“Here I was thinking I knew everything about my favourite client.”

“Surely I won’t be your favourite forever?"

“Some have come close since we last spoke, but you still have top billing.”

Tav's cheeks unexpectedly blushed as she stared at Raphael through the mask, her eyes softening. Raphael stared back at the creature, bemused. He attempted to open his mouth in response, but found he was at a loss for words.

Instead his stomach fluttered, his own skin burned hotter than Avernus, nearly causing him to miss a step. He had to focus, now was not the time to get lost in these emotions, to think about romancing a mortal. It was a sign of weakness. 

The music ended and the ballroom erupted into applause. Raphael bowed deeply and upon looking up at Tav, noticed tears in her eyes. Without warning, Tav hugged Raphael, pulling him in close. 

“Now, now... this evening is not for tears but for celebration,” Raphael whispered into her ear. 

She laughed before releasing Raphael from her embrace. Raphael quickly snapped his fingers, a fresh rose appearing in his hands. He bowed a final time, presenting it to Tav.

“To the hero of Baldur’s Gate!” Raphael roared.

The applause continued, getting louder and louder. 

“And to the bearer of my future.” Raphael continued, in another whisper. “I must bid you adieu. Please don’t let me keep you any longer.” 

“Thank you again, Raphael. I’ll make sure to pay you a visit.”

“And I’ll always be waiting, little mouse.”

Raphael promptly took his leave, vanishing into the crowd. He paused before exiting the Audience Hall, watching Tav from the shadows. She continued to hold herself high as she welcomed another dance.

Perhaps he would invite her to dinner. After all, it was long overdue. 

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[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 19 all chapters

“Jane! Will you hear reason? (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear); “because, if you won’t, I’ll try violence.” -Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

WARNINGS: NSFW, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T, PLZ TAKE CARE, LOVE U ALL 😘😘😘😘

-It is unfathomable, the amount of dread that manages to build inside you as you make that short walk up the stairs and down the hall. Back to the bedroom, which may as well be your jail cell. The locks on the door engage with what is to you, an ominous click.

Did you really think you were going to get one over on a man who was a professional predator?

You little fool.

You find it hard to read John’s expression. Not mad, exactly, but not happy either. Pensive. You realize he’s deep in thought, and that almost scares you more than if he’d peppered you with threats.

What is he going to do to you?

He drops you down on the bed, hard enough that you bounce. Your first instinct is to try to scramble away, but he is on you in a second, pulling you closer with hands on your thighs that will not be denied.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He leans over you, trapping you in the cage of his arms and his torso. He is so much bigger than you, and you hate it that you find his looming body equally titillating as it is terrifying. Your hands gravitate to his chest, as though to keep him at bay, but mostly…just resting there, on muscle that is like warm carved granite.

You dare to look up meet his gaze, and find his eye has turned from swollen red to a vibrant royal purple. You know it must hurt.

Even more fucked up, you actually start to feel bad about it.

You reach up to touch his cheek lightly. “John…I’m sorry.”

His eyes narrow, and he looks you up and down so neatly trapped beneath him. “Oh, you’re going to be,” he practically purrs.

A trill of fear skitters down your spine.

“My ankle hurts,” you whine, angling for sympathy.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Pretty sure it’s yours.”

He chuckles at you, though there is a dark note beneath it all that lifts every hair on your body.

You are so fucked.

You cannot help but think he is savoring your nervousness, like a cat toying with a mouse. You are shaking like a leaf, and you flinch when he lifts a hand to your face. But he doesn’t strike you, just caresses the curve of your cheek.

You know deep down that he’s just priming you for what is to come, but fuck if it doesn’t feel wonderful to lean into his touch, and you can nearly pretend that he cherishes you. It almost puts you at ease—but you have already learned this man offers no comfort without exacting some impossible price for it later.

He settles farther into you with a low sound like a growl, rubbing the scruff of his beard against your face as though marking you. It is so primal, so far removed from anything civilized, and you…cannot suppress a sigh.

You should struggle and bite and kick—but in that moment, you just...don't want to.

“Hmm,” he grumbles, a sound from deep in his chest that you feel as much as hear. “My fierce little kitten. What am I to do with you?”

“Let me go?”

You don't know why you even ask. You already know his answer, but you just can't stop yourself. You are filled to the gills with the most agonizing mix of arousal and fear, nearly sick with the adrenaline racing through your veins.

This man will kill you just with the threat of waiting, it seems.

He answers by pressing his mouth to yours, taking your lips in a possessive and probing kiss that curls your toes. He pulls you closer, offering you a firm thigh between your legs to grind upon, and goddamn it that if lost in the moment, you don’t take him up on it. You feel him smile against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip.

 It leaves you dizzy with desire, and he takes advantage of your stupefied state, suddenly flipping you on your stomach. You scream a little with surprise, finding yourself bent over the edge of the bed, his narrow hips flush against your backside. You try to struggle up on your elbows, but he pins you down with a large hand between your shoulder blades. 

“Stay there,” he warns you. “Or I'll make you stay.”

Your heart is a thunderous timpani roll in your ears. With your face down in the soft sheets that smell so deliciously like him, you fear you know what’s coming next. Yet he takes his time about it, his gentle fingertips tracing your curves, down to the sensitive skin of the backs of your thighs. It makes you shudder—why does he have to be so gentle, while he’s being so terrible?

You feel his fingers bunch in your hem a moment before he wrenches your skirt up past your waist. 

You cry out, writhing on instinct, but again he pins you with his torso moulded against your back. The warmth of him, and the weight of him…is a damnably delightful thing.

“My bad bad girl.” You feel his fingertips ghosting up your thigh, up to trace the line of your panties over your buttock, teasing just inside the elastic. Your hands fist in the sheets; you can hardly stand it. His light touch feels uneasily wonderful, and your fruitless squirming beneath him is equally fueled by desire and dread. You can feel his erection pressing into your flesh. It does not help the growing ache between your thighs. It's possible you arch into him for a moment, before you regain your wits again, grinding your teeth against every iota of tainted pleasure this man makes you feel.

He cups the round of your butt with a groan of approval, the breadth of his paw making you feel impossibly small. 

“Such a perfect ass. Just made for spanking.”

A spear of cold fear pierces your insides.

“Please don't hit me.” You hate how utterly pathetic you sound, whimpering into the counterpane.

“No? You hit me first.”

“I...you kidnapped me!” 

“Hmm.”

You are realizing that's not going to be a viable defense with this man. 

“Just remember, kitten. Anything you can do.” He kisses the knob of your spine on the back of your neck, making you shudder.  “I can do to you.” Another kiss, lower on your exposed spine, that absolutely fries the wires in your brain. “Ten times worse. Understood?”

“Yes.” You are proud that your voice sounds somewhat level, because all you want to do is sob into the sheets. It makes you so angry, that he can manipulate your body this way, and that the threat of his brutality merely seems to serve as an amuse bouche to your arousal. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“So. My darling doesn't like hitting. I don't either. Should we make a deal?” 

“A deal?” 

“You won't hit me, and I won't hit you.”

“Ok,” you sigh, relieved yet knowing this is not something that in a sane world, should win your gratitude. Little by little, he's tying your hands more, stealing your ability to fight back, catching you up in the web of his game.

His voice drops low as he warns you, “Don't break a deal with me, sweetheart. You won't like it.” 

“I won't.” Your voice is so small, you hardly recognize it.

He makes a sound of approval from deep in his chest, running his hand down your back, almost like he’s petting you.

“But now we're back to square one. How am I to punish you?”

You make a squeak of surprise.

“But—”

“I’m going to have a black eye for at least a week. You owe me something.”

He kidnapped you, and you hit him trying to escape, so you owe him.

Class, welcome to Gaslighting 101.

Worse yet, you know it, but there’s not a goddammed thing you can do about it.

When you remain silent in your fury he further prompts, “Any suggestions?”

You cannot stop yourself from spitting, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He actually laughs at that, a low sound that tugs at your belly and makes you pulse between your thighs.

“I think I have an idea.”

His fingertips hook in the sides of your panties, drawing them down to bare your ass to him. “No…” You try to roll away, but he pins you again with his hips against the bed.

“Feeling shy now? I literally had my tongue inside your sweet little pussy a few days ago.” The reminder of this invokes a throbbing in your cunt that is not helpful at all.

“That was different…”

“Was it?”

A lump rises in your throat, and you barely manage to speak around it. “I trusted you then.”

“I’m still the same man, y/n.” He caresses the curve of your ass cheek, so gently. His fingertips stray agonizingly close to your weeping center, and you know you are a broken thing, for the flood of slick that answers him between your legs. You tremble as you fight not to strain towards him, like a flower seeks the sun. “I think you knew I was dangerous, even then.”

Your breath escapes in a shuddering sigh. He might be right about that…but the rest. There’s no way you could have even dreamed all the rest. You did not sign up for this. You’re going to have to keep reminding yourself of that, no matter how tenuous your reality becomes.

A small sound escapes you, as he bends to kiss the small of your back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, y/n.” His lips stray lower to the globe of your ass, and you quiver in a mixture of anticipation and fear. His thumb rests at the crease where your thigh meets your butt cheek, so close to your center that you could scream. “A bruise for a bruise.”

“Wait—”

His teeth sink into your ass, hard, and you squeal. 

“John!”

He holds you down, sucking mercilessly, leaving what you realize will be the worst hickey in the history of hickeys. It hurts, but a little voice inside your head sings out, it could be so much worse... and as it goes on...his mouth working on your flesh sort of feels good. You force yourself to remain still, gripping the sheets so hard that you feel like they should tear.

When at last he finishes with you, planting the gentlest kiss over the site he just utterly ravaged, you whimper with relief...and want. He continues his soft kisses, feather light, up your spine again, until his body is draped over yours once more, his erection in his pants fitting snugly in the crack of your ass.

Fuck.

You are a quivering mess beneath him, and there is a chaotic knot in your chest made of fear, desire, revulsion, and yearning. You are coiled tight as a spring, and you know, you just know that if he moved to take you like this you would absolutely let him, weeping with relief, even if you would loathe yourself for it later.

He kisses your cheek, ever so sweetly, as though he hadn’t just scared the bejeezus out of you and practically tried to take a bite out of you besides. “That’s my good girl. You took that so well.”

You can hardly believe the intoxicating flood of warmth that fills you at hearing those words. For the umpteenth time you wonder what the fuck is he doing to you?

You feel him start to move off of you, and before you can stop yourself you make a sound of protest, not wanting him to go.

“Shh. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He claps your behind just enough to make a sound—and a spear of longing to shoot through you.

Before you can complain about your deal of no hitting, he’s gone, leaving you cold and exposed upon the bed, wondering what the fuck just happened.

-By the time he returns you’ve righted yourself again, pulled up your big girl panties and got in a quick, semi-cathartic cry against the pillow that smells so wonderfully of him.

Dog is at John’s heels, and he is ever so happy to scarf down the remains of your sandwich that still littered the floor.

John scoops up the book that nearly took his head off. You can see his left eye is swelling angrily. He should have iced it immediately—but he had other things on his mind.

“Did it have to be War and Peace?” he grumbles with a frown.  

“Seemed fitting.”

He snorts, though the look he pays you isn’t exactly kind. “Remind me to hide Anna Karenina,” he says, but just replaces it on the shelf, not even bothering to take it away from you.

You guess he won't fall for the same trick twice. 

You're right about that.

After he wraps your ankle with ACE bandage and sits for a while with frozen peas on his eye, he installs a camera up in the corner of the room, right where you can see it. 

“This will stay here until you prove to me you can be trusted with privacy.” 

You frown, but say nothing in return.

-Later, you are resting together in bed, almost like a normal couple. At his demand you agreed to snuggle with him, settling in at his side. His arm is around your shoulders, your head on his chest. The scene is almost sweet, but he has the cold pack on his eye again, and you are elevating your ankle on a pillow.

What a pair you make.

He adjusts the compress on his eye, and you are taken aback after he so insisted on punishing you, he seems to find it funny, a huff of laugher escaping him. “Don't tell anyone you got one in on John Wick, they'll want to hire you.”

Though you should be cautious after everything that just happened, this piques your voracious curiosity once more.

“Were you a big deal, in your world? 

“I was...good at my job.”

“How did you get into that?”

He juts his bottom jaw, the way you've noticed he does when he's agitated, or thinking about something he doesn’t like. 

“I never really had a choice,” he answers finally. “I was an orphan, and the people who took me in trained me to be a killer.” 

You blink at that, trying to decide if he's fucking with you or not. 

“That's like, some Agent Salt shit.”

He tilts his head, not following. 

“You know. Like, KGB Russian sleeper agents?”

He snorts. “Sure, I guess. I might have liked KGB training, compared to what we went through.” 

Before you can stop yourself, you reach up to touch his face, stroking his beard with the blade of your thumb. 

Jesus, you should not feel sorry for this man. But Goddammit. Something tells you that he's absolutely telling you the truth. Something about the way he delivers it, and the way he is…it tracks. He’s not trying to sound tough, or brag, or make up a good backstory about his past.

It just…is, and it breaks your heart in two. 

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[blog-name-idk]

(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker

*Banner by my love @persphonesorchid

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love.

Word Count: 12,353

Warnings: Smut

AN: This is the penultimate installment of the Autumn Leaves Collab, which is hilariously the reason I even made a Tumblr. We have one cute autumn-themed fic for each of our beloved boys by some seriously fantastic writers, so please go and check them out! Hope you all enjoy :)

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(Right) Hook

It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves were a gorgeous blend of crimson and gold, the temperature was brisk but not freezing, and the sun was kissing the horizon, setting the entire sky aflame in a blaze of unadulterated glory.

You couldn't have asked for a better day to be backstabbed by your friends. In fact, you didn't have any friends. Just terrible people who promised you donuts and cider and then turned around and forced you into a haunted corn maze.

Your best friend had laughed herself to tears watching your expression change when you caught sight of the sign and realization dawned upon your stupid, trusting brain.

"You betrayed me!" you screeched. Mijin dug the knife in deeper by cackling like the evil witch she was.

"It's your own fault for not looking up the name of this place beforehand," she snickered, wiping her eyes dramatically. You huffed and crossed your arms, sinking into your seat with no intention of getting out. They could drag your cold dead body from the car if they wanted to go into the maze.

"I'll pay for your donuts."

"... Okay."

~~~~~

"FUUUUUUUUUCK THIS!" you screeched, sprinting away from the terrifying clown that had leapt out at your group. Your friends doubled over laughing as you sped off, eager to put distance between you and the most recent jump scare.

In fact, you had been a little too eager to escape, and after a couple twists and turns you realized you were lost. Alone. In a creepy corn maze. While the sun was going down and probably also laughing at your idiocy. Fuck.

For a few slow, spooky moments, you struggled between your pride and your sanity. Should you call Meej and ask her to find you, and deal with even worse teasing later? Or should you just woman up and get through this maze to keep the last remaining shreds of your dignity intact? Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Well, that decided that. You weren't gonna go crawling back to her now. They would find your cold, dead corpse in the morning and she would cry at your funeral and you would sneer at the asshole from your new home in hell. If this wasn't already it.

Meej

LMAO DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST PANIC LOSE YOURSELF

YOU MORON

LOLOLOL

The wind picked up and you jumped as the leaves of the corn stalks rustled tauntingly around you. Every little echo and noise sounded like another monster sent to get you, and a falling leaf made you jump and put your fists up for a fight. The shadows looked as if they were reaching for you with inky fingers, and you couldn't tell if your shivers were from the bite of the air or the chill in your chest.

In your head, you knew that it was all fake, that anyone coming at you was just a paid actor in makeup and costume. Unfortunately, your cowardly reflexes and adrenaline convinced your body otherwise and you crept through the maze like a very tense, jumpy mouse. You were so intent on the possible danger ahead, however, that you didn't notice someone creeping up behind you.

"Boo." You felt the barest whisper of hot breath on your ear and you froze. Then your body went on autopilot.

"NOOOOO!" you screamed as you automatically whirled to face your attacker. You weren't entirely sure what had happened, but suddenly the knuckles of your right hand were on fire and there was a collapsed zombie in front of you cradling his nose.

"Oh my fucking god," you gasped as you realized what you had done. You crouched next to the poor dude probably earning minimum wage, and rummaged around in your bag. Did you not have any tissues or napkins or anything?

"I am so sorry, are you okay? Wait that's a stupid question, your nose is bleeding, uh, fuck, shit, can I help? Oh god."

Your victim's shoulders began to shake and you panicked more - you didn't mean to make anyone cry for fuck's sake. Shit, who was the real monster here? Then you realized that he was laughing.

"Uh… zombie guy?" you asked stupidly, wondering just how hard you had hit him. He smiled widely at you. Unfortunately, combined with the costume makeup and the blood flowing from his nose, the gesture was not as reassuring as he intended it to be. You appreciated the attempt, though.

"Jungkook."

"Sorry?"

"I'm Jungkook. What's your name?"

You stared at the boy, wondering just what was going on in that head of his and just how hard you had hit him. Because you were raised to be a polite young lady and some of society's training stuck despite your attempts to fuck the patriarchy, you ended up responding automatically.

"I'm [Y/n]."

Why had you said that? Was your first name and appearance enough for him to figure out your full name and sue you? Was that why he had asked? Well too bad zombie conman, joke was on him because you were broke as shit. The safest thing would probably be for you to peace out and make yourself scarce, but you were still worried about the blood dripping from his nose.

"Um, I didn't break it, did I?" you asked timidly as Jungkook got to his feet. He offered you a hand up, which you took despite feeling like you should be the one helping him. His skin was warm despite the fact that he must have been in the maze for at least an hour already.

"I don't think so," he replied, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve and adding real blood to what was (hopefully) just fake decoration. "That was a mean right hook."

"I'm so sorry!" you blurted again, guilt filling you at his words. Wait, you weren't supposed to admit fault out loud if you were getting sued, right? You had watched that in a show somewhere.

"Nah, it was hot."

You blinked at him. Surely you hadn't heard correctly. By the way he was grinning at you - and it was not cute, considering you were now staring at a grimacing zombie covered in blood - you in fact had. This guy was not right in the head, and you began backing away slowly.

"Okay that's great!" you babbled. "I'll-see-you-around-bye!"

With that, you turned and sprinted away despite your protesting legs. You really had to start going back to the gym sometime. If you did, maybe your rusty skills would be brushed up enough for you to defend yourself from this weirdo.

~~~~~

Line

Jungkook stared after you as the moonlight illuminated your fleeing form. Your feet barely made any noise as they pounded through the dirt and leaves, and he found himself even more enamored. You hadn't even given him enough time to tell you you were heading deeper into the maze instead of towards the exit. Well actually, that was probably a good thing. He had to be out here for a bit longer and this meant that you might still be around when he got off.

"Dude, what happened?"

He turned to see Taehyung who was dressed as a creepy clown and, in his opinion, looked way scarier than any undead creature could. Because clowns were real. And they could be anywhere.

"I think I'm in love," Jungkook sighed, unable to keep himself from poking his nose despite the way it made him wince. It was sort of like wiggling a loose tooth, except in this case it was a reminder of the beautiful moment he met his future wife. He was rewarded by his friend's very unimpressed expression, only mildly obscured by the giant red nose on his face.

"With someone who physically assaulted you?" asked Taehyung, crossing his arms and somehow going from creepy clown to bitchy clown. It was amazing what his friend could do with one tilt of his hips.

"I mean I got closer than I was supposed to because she was cute. And then she punched me."

Jungkook touched his nose again with a dreamy sigh as he gazed in the direction you had run off to. What were you doing now? Were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you?

"My head rang like a bell. Like wedding bells. Our wedding bells."

Taehyung closed his eyes in resignation, knowing his friend was a goner and probably already picturing your babies sparring with each other. If he was talking about the same girl he scared away from her group earlier, she definitely was pretty enough for any of them to get a little closer than strictly necessary for scaring. He opened them again and scanned his friend just to make sure he was really fine.

"Wait, do you have a boner?"

"She had perfect form, okay?!"

~~~~~

"I fucking hate you," you groaned as you sank down onto the picnic table bench next to Mijin. After what had to have been at least half an hour (the corn maze couldn't even possibly have been that big) of what felt like constant scary clowns and zombies and evil butchers popping out at you, you had finally found the exit. And of course your friends had already escaped and were sitting and eating donuts and drinking hot cider like the assholes they were.

"Yo, what took you?" she asked unsympathetically with a mouth full of cinnamon, powdered sugar, and deep fried dough. "After that clown, no one else showed up. We got done like twenty minutes ago."

"What the hell?" you whined, unceremoniously grabbing your friend's cider and downing it, wishing it had something stronger so you could forget this evening had ever happened. It definitely wasn't because you needed the warmth - you were sweating like a pig from fear and more physical exertion than you had performed in the last month combined. Were you just cursed? Wait no, you did not want your thoughts to go there right after that horrible experience.

And because it just wouldn't quit, Mijin poked your shoulder and pointed to where a familiar looking zombie was strolling towards you in a decidedly un-shambly fashion.

"[Y/n]!" chirped the zombie - Jungkook, was it? - as he waved cheerfully in your direction. Meej raised her eyebrows as you looked behind you and then pointed to yourself in confusion, as if he could have been referring to anyone else. Suspicion began to bloom in your mind.

"Jungkook," you greeted as he came closer, ignoring the curious eyes of your friends. "Do you happen to know the reason I was constantly assaulted by horrifying creatures while my friends here made it through untouched?"

The boy grinned at you, and now that you weren't overcome with hysteria and guilt, you realized that even under his make up his eyes were large and mesmerizing. Wait no, he was a weirdo, why were you noticing how pretty his eyes were?

"Yep," he said unashamedly, his smile widening at your inadvertent pout. "I asked my friends to help."

"I said I was sorry!" you cried indignantly, crossing your arms and scowling at the reason your lifespan had been shortened by ten years. "You didn't have to torture me!"

His eyes widened in surprise, making them impossibly bigger and - dare you say it - cute.

"It wasn't for that!" he protested. "It was so I could catch you after my shift!"

"I - what?" you asked stupidly, now completely bewildered. Jungkook suddenly looked down at his feet, and his voice took on a more hesitant tone.

"I was gonna get a late dinner now, um, will you come?"

Mijin's eyes were now burning a hole into the side of your head as you resolutely pretended neither she nor the rest of your friends existed. What the fuck was going on with your life today? First you got tricked into a haunted maze and now the fucking zombie you punched was asking you on a date?

"Um, it's past midnight," you mumbled, unable to come up with any other response as your brain continued to buffer. The hopeful gleam in those large, innocent eyes did nothing to help. Neither did his adorably bashful expression.

"Okay, early breakfast. On me. Please?" he asked, voice taking on a begging quality. His lip began to jut out in a pout and even under the horrible zombie make up you noticed it was full and plump. "It's the least you can do after you punched me in the face."

At that your friends began to snicker and Meej outright snorted. You felt your own face begin to burn despite the nip in the air. And then your so-called best friend decided to punish you for ignoring her.

"Yeah, she's free," she offered, making you swivel and gape at her second betrayal of the evening. Never one to do anything by halves, she then proceeded to hammer the final nails into the coffin of your friendship. "And she has no plans tomorrow that would make her have to go home early."

"Great!" said Jungkook happily as he and Mijin ignored your indignant splutters. "Just let me get cleaned up and I'll be back here in fifteen."

He jogged away with annoyingly bouncy steps and you whirled on your Brutus.

"What the fuck?" you hissed, ire rising at the smirk on her lips. You opened your mouth to screech at her and she shoved a donut hole into it.

"He's cute," she said conversationally as you chewed hard, determined to give her a piece of your mind. You swallowed, took a deep breath to prepare for your rant, and she stuffed another one past your lips.

"There, there," she said, patting your head as you glared at her, cheeks full of delicious pastry.

"He seems like a nice guy, but keep your location sharing on and if you don't text me every half hour I'll come find you okay?" she said soothingly, patting your bulging cheek. "If it really was something nefarious he'd probably pick a girl who couldn't fight back."

You pouted and slouched in your seat as your other frienemies snickered. Fuck those NPCs. You didn't know them. They weren't even important enough to have names in this universe.

You sulked while you waited for your mysterious zombie boy. Why were you being forced on a sketchy late night date with a total stranger who liked getting punched? Meej continued to feed you donut holes, petting your head and back as if you were a baby. Unfortunately, it was actually working to chill you out because you were an easy bitch.

"Ready?"

You glanced up at the familiar voice, gasped, and immediately began choking on the powdered sugar that flew into your windpipe. Jungkook had removed the zombie make up and clothes, and while he had seemed cute, you hadn't been expecting him to be a total fucking smoke show even with a swollen nose. Fuck location sharing, you would let this guy dismember you and thank him for it. From the way Meej chortled as she handed you more cider, she knew exactly where your mind was at.

"I-uh-yeah," you said suavely, getting up and tripping over the bench as you tried to get out. He moved easily to grab you before you could land on your ass and you felt yourself pressed against a very firm, muscular body.

"You okay?"

Oh no, he was even cuter up close. You gulped and nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his large, sparkling eyes or his wide smile. His two front teeth were ever-so-slightly larger than normal, making him look like an adorably handsome bunny. Who happened to be ripped beyond belief.

A flash went off and the two of you turned to see Mijin, who was pointing her phone at the two of you. You quickly stepped away from him, wondering if your face was as red as it felt.

"Don't mind me," she said innocently, tucking it back into her bag. "Just getting a picture so if [y/n] goes missing I can give the police a lead. Jungkook, right?"

You glared at her, knowing that while it was kind of true, she probably also wanted to memorialize the stupidly dazed expression on your face. The upside was that the muscle bunny wasn't offended, which gave him points toward not being a Gen-Z Ted Bundy.

"Jeon Jungkook," he told your friend with a grin and a nod. "If that helps."

"Good boy," Meej said approvingly. "Have fun, kids."

She gave your butt a goading slap as you turned to follow Jungkook away, and when you turned to yell at her she somehow managed to throw another donut hole right into your mouth. Maybe she really was a witch.

~~~~~

As you walked towards the parking lot, it hit you that you were about to get into the car of a complete stranger. Granted he was a very attractive, nice-seeming stranger who looked to be about your age and whose full name you now knew, but still. This was what all those old stranger danger videos warned you about. The darkness of the night and the rustling of the leaves did nothing to lessen the creepiness of the atmosphere. As if coming to the same realization, Jungkook turned to you with an uncertain expression on his face.

"There's a Denny's about five minutes away from here, it's the only place still open for food," he explained, pointing his finger somewhere to the east. "You can tell your friend that's where we'll be."

"Denny's," you mused, shooting off a quick text to Meej. "You're a real romantic, Jeon Jungkook."

That bunny-like smile appeared back on his face and you felt your heart give a hop in response as the two of you began walking again. You couldn't tell if it was just because of him or also because you had eaten too many donuts.

"I also make some mean ramyun, but hopefully I'll get to show you another time."

"Hm, that's very presumptuous of you considering you're taking me to a Denny's after midnight," you teased. "Are you just that charming?"

"I hope so," he told you earnestly, the blush that rose on his cheeks doing more to endear him to you than anything else so far. You reached his car, and he gallantly - and cutely - scrambled to open the passenger door for you. When you smiled at him in thanks, he froze and stood at the door, gaping at you like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh… is everything okay?" you asked uncertainly, grin slipping off your face. Jungkook turned bright red and swallowed, shaking his head.

"Y-you're just even prettier when you smile," he stammered, before closing the door and hurrying to the driver's side. You barely heard the slam over the way your blood began to pound in your ears, and a small voice inside of you screamed that this was all way too good to be true and you were about to get murked. Another voice, one that sounded suspiciously like Meej, told it to shut the fuck up. Mijin had the unfortunate (or fortunate) habit of always being right, so you decided to listen to that one instead.

Jungkook still seemed flustered as he got into the drivers' side, which was absolutely fucking precious. It relaxed you further despite the awkward silence that descended as the two of you tried to figure out what to talk about.

"So… was that clown also your friend?" you finally asked, remembering the recurring horror that had kept you lost in the maze for so long. Jungkook grinned and nodded, though he quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

"Yep, that's Taehyung. Honestly I think his costume is the scariest," he confirmed, and you shuddered in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, zombies and werewolves and stuff aren't real. But clowns are, that makes it worse."

"EXACTLY! See, you get it!"

The awkwardness between you dissipated as you began to banter back and forth more comfortably, and you found yourself laughing outright more often than not. As it turned out, not only was this zombie boy a confusing mixture of sexy and adorable, but he was also funny and kind. You had a feeling you weren't going to come out of this night alive, but for entirely different reasons than you had initially expected.

The easy conversation continued through your late dinner/early breakfast, and you found yourself enjoying talking to him even more than the greasy eggs and bacon on your plate. He was just so sweet and cute, it was impossible not to like him.

As the food dwindled, you found that you didn't actually want this night to end. You realized you were growing increasingly enamored with this strange boy, but you weren't sure if he felt similarly after actually having a conversation with you.

Well, you were a strong(ish), independent(ish), woman who knew what she wanted, right? You were a twenty-first century girl! All you had to do was be brave and be the one to ask for his number!

You took one look at Jungkook's handsome face and sparkling eyes and decided no, you were not a brave, strong, independent woman. He was way too attractive for you to be able to grab life by the proverbial ovaries and just straight up ask him out. You let out an internal sigh at your own cowardice, then eyed the table where his right hand was idly drumming the edge of the forgotten menu. Do it, bitch, whispered the Mijin-voice in your brain.

Steeling yourself, you set your own hand on the table and crept it forward until it brushed against his own. He stopped talking mid-sentence and froze, then pulled his hand back as if he'd been scalded. His eyes were so wide it would have been comical if your heart wasn't currently sinking in your chest.

"Uh, I have to pee," he stammered, before bolting upright and almost running to the bathroom. You sat there, stunned and humiliated. That had actually been worse than just hearing no. What should you do now? Stay here and be awkward? Call Mijin and have her come get you?

Before you could fully make a decision, a beautiful guy who was decidedly not Jungkook plopped down into his seat. Another equally gorgeous boy sat in the empty space next to you, giving you a bright smile that squished his eyes into adorable crescents.

"Hi! I'm Jimin!"

~~~~~

"Why are we doing this again?" complained Jimin from the passengers' seat as Taehyung followed the car in front of them. "I'm tired, I want to go home."

"Because," said his best friend, "we all put enough effort into Kookie getting this date and he better not fuck it up."

"Wait, with that girl you told me to scare away from the exits?" he asked, suddenly interested. He sat up a little straighter in his seat. "She was super cute."

"Yep, and now I'm invested and I want to see how it goes."

They both sighed a little when they followed Jungkook's car into the Denny's parking lot. It made sense, it wasn't like there was anything else open or around, but still. Denny's? Taehyung parked far enough away that it was unlikely they'd be noticed, but when Jimin went to follow you and Jungkook inside, he tugged him over to the windows instead.

"Seriously?" he asked incredulously, staring at his friend in disbelief. "This is literally the creepiest thing we could be doing, and that's saying a lot considering where we work."

"I'm not hungry," Taehyung replied with a shrug, crouching behind a bush to hide his form from the parking lot. Jimin rolled his eyes but followed suit. When Tae got like this, it was usually better to just humor him.

"Man, she's really pretty," said Jimin, trying not to think about the fact that he was currently admiring a girl through the window of a Denny's while hiding in a bush. Surprisingly, the date actually seemed to be going well - you were laughing, Kookie was laughing, and you were smiling more often than not.

Honestly it was beginning to get boring and Jimin was feeling more and more like a stalker. And watching the two of you eat an absurd amount of eggs and bacon was starting to make his stomach grumble. He was cold, tired, hungry, and it didn't seem like things were going to get interesting any time soon.

"Can we go yet? I think he's doing fine."

As if on cue they watched as you tried to touch his hand and, in true Jungkookie fashion, their friend panicked and ran away. Taehyung gave him a pointed 'I-told-you-so' look, which Jimin ignored as he got up and dusted himself off before heading towards the restaurant doors. If Jungkook was too scared to properly flirt with a pretty girl, then his hyungs would just have to show him how it was done.

~~~~~

"Hi! I'm Jimin!"

"Uh, I'm [y/n]," you replied automatically, before cursing yourself for giving your name to a stranger for the second time that night. Should you be worried? Weird things definitely tended to happen when you sat alone at a Denny's after midnight, but they usually involved alcoholics or tweakers, not beautiful mystery men. Well, maybe they were alcoholics or druggies and it just hadn't destroyed their systems yet.

Seeing the trepidation on your face, the other boy gave you a reassuring grin that simultaneously relaxed you and made your face warm.

"I'm Taehyung. We work at the maze too. We - er - we came here to get some food, and recognized you."

A lightbulb went off in your head when he said his name and you gaped in shock. What the fuck? The creepy murder-clown was secretly also a hot guy? Was everyone that worked at that maze secretly a supermodel? They both laughed and you realized you had said the last bit aloud.

"That's really sweet of you," said Jimin, scooting a little closer to you with a twinkle in his eye. Despite the fact that he had probably been outside scaring people all night, he still smelled quite nice. "I'm not aware of that being a prerequisite, but if it is you'd definitely be a shoo-in."

You felt your face flush bright red at the compliment, but luckily you didn't need to respond because Jungkook chose that moment to return. He looked incredibly pissed, which was honestly pretty hot. And confusing. If he wasn't interested anymore, shouldn't he be relieved to have a distraction?

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked flatly, crossing his arms as he eyed the way Jimin was crowding your space. You were clearly flustered, and the way Jimin was looking at you made his jaw clench in irritation.

"We just wanted to get some food," said Jimin innocently. He smiled at you again and inched even closer, pressing his muscular thigh against yours. "But now that I'm here, I think I'm more in the mood for dessert."

Suddenly his warmth was gone and you realized that Jungkook had picked his friend up by his armpits like a dog. The effortless way he lifted him had you eyeing the stretch of his jacket across his biceps, and you recalled just how firm his body had been earlier. He deposited Jimin next to Taehyung with an uncaring thwump and sat next to you, right where his friend had been. His thigh was just as firm as Jimin's, and you felt your chest go fluttery at his proximity.

"Can I get you guys anything else?"

The tired looking waitress sighed when she saw the two new additions to the table, and while they ordered, Jungkook turned to you with that bright smile.

"Did you want anything?" he asked softly, leaning in closer so you could hear him. You were incredibly confused. First just a brush of your hand was enough to send him fleeing, but now he was sitting in your space and looking at you like you were the only person in the room. Maybe he really did have to pee that badly and you had bad timing? Either way, you wanted to prolong this time with him.

"Um, I could go for a milkshake," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and trying not to stare at how close his lips were to your own. "I don't know if I can drink a whole one though."

"We can split one!"

Jimin's voice broke through the small bubble that had enveloped you and Jungkook, and you looked across the table to see a cherubic smile on his face. You didn't know him well enough to know that this was actually his shit-eating grin, and you also didn't see the knives Jungkook was currently hurling out of his eyes.

"No way, she's gonna share one with me," he protested with an annoyed huff, before turning to you again and looking uncertain. "I mean, only if you want to."

Fuck, this boy was way too cute. You were getting an enjoyable whiplash from the way he switched between being possessive and shy. You nodded, unable (and unwilling) to resist the hope glimmering in his eyes. You gave your order to the waitress, who had started tapping her foot impatiently - not that you could blame her - and brought your attention back to the table.

"So you really punched our Jungkookie in the nose?" Taehyung asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. The full force of his attention amplified your embarrassment and you covered your face with your hands.

"Wait, what?" chortled Jimin, reaching across the table to tousle Jungkook's hair. The former zombie scowled and flicked his friend in the forehead, and the two began to stage an odd over-the-table battle. You slumped further in your seat.

"Your hand looks bruised, let me see."

Warm, gentle fingers pried your own off your face as Taehyung pulled your hand closer to inspect your knuckles. You fought down the urge to shiver as he brushed his thumb across your skin, and the small smile he gave you - more of a smirk, really - made your cheeks heat up.

"He's hard-headed for sure, but it doesn't look too bad," he said with an unfairly attractive arch of his brows. The hint of a smolder in his dark eyes made the gesture seem more suggestive than it should have, and you swallowed hard, unable to look away. "Want me to kiss it better?"

All of a sudden, your hand was back at your side, but now enclosed in another warm grip. You looked at Jungkook in surprise, though you couldn't say you weren't pleased at his attention. He laced his fingers through yours, and you marveled at how perfectly your hand fit into his.

"Leave her alone, hyung," the boy said with a glare, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You hadn't prepared for how hot that looked, or what it did to your insides, and your cavewoman brain short-circuited at the action.

"Are you going to kiss it better then?"

Oh fuck, you had said that out loud. You watched the glare evaporate off his face as he whipped his head to stare at you, then your joined hands. You could almost see steam coming out of his ears as his brain buffered, and your insecurity began to re-establish itself. Until he pulled your hand up to his face and brushed his full, soft lips against your skin, making you shiver.

Your own lips parted slightly in surprise as you stared at him, fully aware that your heart was pounding and your skin was tingling. His own dark eyes looked back at you, and the intensity in his gaze made you wonder if perhaps he wasn't so innocent after all.

"Is that better?" he murmured against your skin. You nodded, momentarily mute, and his happy smile took your breath away. In a burst of courage, you leaned forward and planted a soft peck on his nose.

"Just returning the favor," you said with a shy grin, ignoring the "ohhhhhhh nice one" from Taehyung. The dazed look on Jungkook's face was definitely worth it.

"You know, I think I cut myself shaving this - "

"Shut the fuck up hyung, you grow like five hairs."

Jimin's offended expression made you laugh, and some of the embarrassment you felt at the two other boys witnessing your awkward fumbles with Jungkook dissipated. His grip on your hand tightened as if taking ownership, which set your silly, weak heart aflutter. You relaxed a little further once Jimin's food arrived and he focused his attention more on eating than on sending you flirtatious glances. Until the waitress brought your milkshake.

"What flavor did you get?" asked Taehyung interestedly, eyeing the tall glass with poorly concealed mischief.

"Um… cookies and cream…?" you ventured with a frown, considering the coloring made it pretty obvious. Taehyung's cheshire grin widened, and from the corner of your eye you saw Jungkook's ears turn pink.

"Oh, do you like cookies?" asked Jimin, having been lured away from his pancakes by the promise of being able to tease his friend. You glanced between the duo, feeling like you were missing something.

"Uh… doesn't everyone?" you asked. Jimin chortled in glee at your response and you spared a peek at Jungkook, who looked resigned and annoyed.

"Well our Jungkookie here is the sweetest of all, wouldn't you say?" said Taehyung with a shit-eating grin. "And his cream-"

He was cut off by a stream of milkshake hitting him in the face. Jungkook glared at him from beside you, straw to his lips and pointed straight at his friend. You and Jimin burst out laughing at the shocked expression on Taehyung's face, and you couldn't help but want to rib him back for how much he had been teasing Jungkook all night.

"Well tell me," you drawled, "how does his cream taste?"

Jungkook choked from beside you, and Jimin laughed so hard he fell sideways into his friend's lap. Taehyung just grinned and wiped some with his index finger, then held it out to you.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" he countered, recovering from his surprise impressively quickly. Your jaw dropped in surprise, and as if he took it as an invitation, he brought his finger closer.

Only for Jungkook to lean forward and lick it clean instead. Which was not hot. Definitely not.

"Thanks, hyung," the boy said with zero expression on his face while Jimin gasped for air. You were actually starting to get concerned for his lungs. "The ice cream was good, tasted like there was some bullshit mixed with it though."

"Maybe Taehyung should take his head out of his ass," you said without thinking, then blushed when you realized you had acted as if you were with Meej and the rest of your friends. They were just so goofy that you had gotten too comfortable, too fast. You needn't have worried though, because Jimin had fallen to the questionably clean floor under the table and Jungkook was staring at you with an even dopier grin than when you had punched him.

"You're amazing," he breathed, making you blush even harder. To avoid having to respond, you took a large slurp of your milkshake, then sighed in contentment.

"Kookie, you invited her to the Halloween party already, right?" asked Taehyung, eyes amused. He clearly wasn't offended by your remark, and that helped you relax again. Especially because Jungkook took that sparkling gaze off of you to scowl at his hyung. His attention was making you feel too many things.

"I was going to, before you showed up," he complained, and you fought down the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth at how cute he sounded.

"Oh please, you ditched a pretty girl alone at a Denny's after midnight before we showed up," retorted Jimin, who had finally recovered and was running his hand through his hair to fix it. You couldn't help but giggle at the way Jungkook's plump lower lip began to jut out in a pout, and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"So what's this about a party?" you asked him, chest tingling at the way he immediately perked up and turned back to you. His eyes were so large and bright that you were left momentarily breathless.

"My roommate and I are having a Halloween party this weekend," he explained, looking adorably hopeful. "Um, if you're free, would you want to come? You're welcome to bring some friends if you want."

"If you give me your number, I can - OW!"

You suppressed another giggle as Jimin glared at Jungkook, who had not-so-subtly kicked him under the table.

"I'd love to," you replied, ignoring the two older boys. Jungkook's face lit up brighter than the moon outside, and you unlocked your phone and handed it over to him so he could enter his contact information.

He pouted a little when you did deign to get Jimin's and Taehyung's numbers as well, though he snickered when he saw that you named them TweedleJim and Taedledum. They did tone down their aggressive flirting - slightly - but by the time everyone had finished eating and paying, you wondered how purple the older boys' shins were going to be tomorrow. There had been a lot of kicking from your irritated date, and he had decidedly muscular thighs and calves.

"It was great meeting you," said Jimin as the four of you left the restaurant. The mischievous cast had returned to his face, and he pulled you into a hug that lasted far longer than necessary and only ended when Jungkook shoved him away. Taehyung didn't hug you, but instead took your hand and pressed his lips on your knuckles right where Jungkook had.

"Can't wait to see you this weekend," he said with a wink and throaty chuckle as the youngest ripped your hand away. He stomped towards his car, towing you behind him, and you gave a half-hearted wave to the two monkeys sporting identical grins behind you. You had to half-jog to keep from falling over, but the way Jungkook's cheeks were puffed out ever so slightly was too cute to be annoyed with.

Despite his irritation, he still opened your door for you, and your insides melted further. When he entered the driver's side, you took a moment to admire his pouting profile as he started the car. Then you grabbed his right hand, tracing the skin of his knuckles with your thumb.

"Jungkook, you know I think I like you a lot, right?" you asked, smiling at him. It was a little embarrassing to say aloud, but he seemed like he needed the reassurance after being teased by his shameless friends all night. His large eyes widened in surprise and a slow smile began to consume his face.

"Yeah?" he breathed, eyes shining as he looked at you. You noticed he had a cute mole under his lower lip.

"Yeah," you confirmed softly, gazing back at him and feeling your cheeks warm. You weren't sure who moved first, but then his soft lips were pressed against your own. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than the vanilla still lingering on his lips, and you sighed in contentment as you tangled your fingers in his baggy shirt to bring him closer. He complied, letting his own hands cradle your cheeks gently.

Then twin thuds sounded from either side of you, and you broke away to see Jimin and Taehyung grinning from opposite windows. You screamed in horror and clung to Jungkook before realizing who the fucking idiots staring at you were, and Jungkook swore under his breath.

"I'm going to murder them," he hissed as you laughed weakly and pressed a hand to your pounding chest. It had gone from butterflies to straight up heart attack far too quickly for your preference, and you whole-heartedly supported his statement.

"I'll help," you offered with a scowl as the two idiots gave you cheeky waves and scampered off to a different car. "Do you have an extra shovel?"

"Oh, I couldn't let you do physical labor like that on our first date," Jungkook replied innocently and you smiled in spite of yourself.

"But Denny's and getting harassed by your friends is fine?" you countered, though you placed a chaste peck on his cheek to show you weren't actually bothered. Despite the fact that you had literally just kissed, his cheeks flushed.

"We'll do something better next time," he promised, and your heart fluttered at the casual way he said it. Still, you couldn't help but give him a little shit.

"What makes you think there'll be a next time?" He whirled to look at you, eyes wide, and you began to giggle.

"That wasn't nice," he complained, that adorable pout making its way onto his face again.

"I'm sorry, what can I do to make up for it?" you teased, eyes flicking back down to his lips. He grinned and leaned forward, but a loud honk from what was presumably Taehyung's car startled both of you again.

"Let's get you home," he groaned, leaning back in his car. You laughed and took his hand, twining your fingers with his as he drove out of the parking lot.

"I mean, I doubt they'd follow us all the way to my place…" you said, brushing his hand with your thumb. Jungkook drove a little faster.

~~~~~

Sinker

"You think I should've put a shirt on under this?" you fretted as the Uber driver pulled into the parking lot of a decently sized apartment complex. Mijin rolled her eyes as she adjusted the halo atop her cow onesie, which was the exact opposite of yours in terms of being revealing.

"You're the one trying to seduce a guy who's clearly already gone for you," she deadpanned, making you flush.

"We just met a week ago! How would you know?" you protested, checking the tape keeping your robe semi-decently over your chest for the hundredth time since you'd entered the car.

"I've read your texts, they're disgusting," she said fondly. "He texts you good morning and good night every single day with hearts and everything, it's pathetic."

"I think it's cute," you said defensively, making her laugh and ruffle your hair.

"That's because you're just as whipped as he is."

"Be nice to me," you warned. "Or else we can go back and you won't get to meet any of his hot friends."

"Bitch I'm the one who agreed to come in case this is secretly an enclave of hot serial killers."

"Er, not to interrupt, but is this the right apartment?"

You both looked at the Uber driver, who you had completely forgotten about, then at the building outside.

"Yep, thanks! Sorry about that," you confirmed, opening the door and hopping outside. You shivered in the cold and mentally cursed yourself for going the hot girl route instead of the sensible funny costume route. Then again, you had goals for tonight that hopefully involved a cute ex-zombie between your legs.

As soon as Meej got out of the car, you nodded to the Uber and scurried up the stairs to the proper apartment. Even without knowing the apartment number you could've guessed which unit was the right one from the music pulsing in the air.

You opened the door cautiously, not really knowing what to expect, and a wave of warm air and bass blasted out at you. There was a decent amount of people in the room, and you stepped inside with Meej in tow.

"So where's your man?" she asked, trying to scan over the sea of heads. You shrugged, also looking around to see if you could find him.

"You made it!"

You turned to see twin gorgeous boys wearing togas and wreaths, and smiled despite knowing they were probably up to something already. Mijin outright ogled, and you couldn't really blame her.

Jimin was a vision in white, with a golden belt bearing a sun motif and a laurel crown. Combined with his smooth, pale skin, he nearly glowed. Taehyung wore a green toga, with silver moon adornments and a small toy bow-and-arrow. It played wonderfully with his tanned complexion, and you stared for a moment despite being preoccupied looking for Jungkook. They were already gorgeous before, but in their costumes they truly personified the Greek gods they were dressed as.

"Hey guys," you greeted, but before you could introduce them to Meej they grabbed both of you and all but dragged you further into the house. You sighed internally. It appeared that their antics were already in motion.

~~~~~

"Where is she?" Jungkook complained from his seat on the couch as he pouted into his plastic cup. He had been daydreaming about seeing you again since pretty much the second he had dropped you off that fateful night. The two of you had made out for an inordinately long amount of time in your parking lot, and he had driven away with a happy heart and a raging boner.

Between that right hook, first date, and the constant texts you'd been exchanging throughout the week, it was safe to say he was completely enamored. Not only were you scrappy, but you were gorgeous, funny, and nice, and talking to you just felt right. And amazingly, you seemed to feel the same way. So where were you? You said you couldn't wait to see him, so why weren't you here yet?

Jimin chortled at his younger friend's expression, patting his head like a child. Which he definitely looked like considering he was sagging in his seat in a cookie monster onesie.

"She'll be here," Taehyung assured him with a grin. "If not for you, then for me."

Before Jungkook could respond to his obnoxious friend, a slightly slurred, high-pitched voice came from his side and he winced.

"Jungkookieeee!"

"Uh, hi Dina," he said with a polite smile at the girl dressed as a slutty cookie. So this was why she had pestered him to know what his costume tonight would be. He looked around for help, but of course his two friends had oh-so-mysteriously disappeared in his time of need.

The sound of the door opening drove Dina out of his mind, and his gaze shot hopefully towards the entryway. It was hard to see, but there you were with that friend who had forced you to go out with him that night. He needed to remember to thank her for that. She would probably be the maid of honor at the wedding.

Even from halfway across the room, obscured by other partygoers, you were so pretty he wanted to die. Had you somehow gotten cuter since he had last seen you? He shot up immediately, not even noticing that Dina had been trying to sit on his knee, and she was sent toppling to the floor.

"Owww," she whined despite not looking like she had hit anything. Jungkook sighed in frustration. He really did not want to deal with her right now, not when you were right there, but he wasn't an asshole.

By the time he had helped her up, made sure she was fine, and pried her clinging acrylic talons off his arm, you were nowhere to be found. With an annoyed scowl, he realized that neither were Jimin or Taehyung. His eyes narrowed. They wouldn't.

He found you in the kitchen, sipping a drink and being caged against the counter by Taehyung. Jimin was engaging your friend, who looked more amused than charmed. Your expression was decidedly patient, which soothed Jungkook's ruffled feathers somewhat despite the way his hyung was staring at you like the hunter he was dressed as. Then he got a full view of your actual costume.

He had thought he couldn't be any more attracted to you, but you had proven him wrong. You were wearing a silky boxing robe tied tightly over some criminally short shorts that revealed a very appealing amount of leg. Your knuckles were wrapped in athletic tape, and his nose and his dick twinged at the same time. You were perfect.

Jungkook would have taken more time to admire you, but Taehyung was way too close, and currently playing with the hem of your robe. Something in his brain growled mine.

Then the older boy tugged you towards him by the tie of your robe and Jungkook went on autopilot, striding forward and ripping you away from his hyung. He opened his mouth to yell at Taehyung, until he realized he was holding you and his hand was touching warm, bare skin. He looked down and you stared back, mouth open and face pink. He looked further down and realized your tie had gotten undone. Your breasts were somehow still covered, but it was completely obvious you were wearing nothing underneath. His brain short-circuited.

Jungkook stood there, frozen and gaping, for an embarrassingly long amount of time. Then your friend surreptitiously stomped on his foot, and he came back to his senses. He was not about to let his hyungs see you like this.

You gave a squeak as he scooped you into his arms, clinging to the front of his onesie in a way that he quite enjoyed as he strode wordlessly out of the kitchen. He didn't even see Dina, who he almost trampled into crumbs in his haste to get you away. He quickly made his way to his room and shut the door behind him with his foot.

"Um, Jungkook?" you asked timidly, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. He froze again when he realized what he had done, and that your robe was still untied and revealing a tantalizing amount of skin.

"S-sorry," he stammered, trying and failing to not ogle at the expanse of skin revealed by the cascading fabric. "I just… didn't want them to see…"

Your lips began to twitch up into a smile, and you brought your arms around his neck.

"Oh?" You asked softly, voice almost a purr. The look in your eyes made his heart stutter and his dick twitch. You brought your lips to his ear, and your hot breath sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "And why's that?"

You licked the shell of his ear, tongue warm and wet, and something in him snapped. Jungkook tossed you into his bed, and crawled over to trap you between his arms. The flash of worry that he was going too far vanished when you grabbed the front of his onesie to pull him down and crush his lips against yours.

"Because," he said as he pulled back, slightly breathless. You were a vision below him, splayed out and licking your lips as you stared up at him with hooded eyes. "You're mine."

He saw your mouth begin to curve into a smile before he was on you again, hot and hungry and demanding. Your lips slotted against his perfectly, and the whimper you gave when he sucked your lower lip between his teeth added more fuel to the heat blooming in his abdomen. You evidently felt the same, because you wrapped your legs around his waist to bring his hips against yours, making you both gasp as his erection rubbed against your clothed core. Despite the tickle of his costume, it sent arousal flooding through you.

"O-oh, Kookie," you moaned as he turned his attention to the line of your jaw, planting soft kisses and nips until he reached the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Then he began to suckle harshly, making you gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair encouragingly. If his hyungs couldn't keep their hands to themselves, he'd just have to show them who you belonged to.

His hands skated across your bare stomach, making you shiver, until they came to rest at your covered breasts. Then he sat back, looking perplexed.

"Why isn't this moving?" He complained, tugging lightly at your robe. You burst into giggles at the confusion on his face.

"It's boob tape," you explained, and laughed harder at his uncomprehending expression. "It's basically double-sided tape for clothes. Did you never wonder how girls wear drapey stuff without nip slip?"

"I just thought it was some weird boob magic," Jungkook responded sheepishly, and you dissolved into giggles again.

"You're cute," you said between chuckles, then gasped when he ground his hips down hard against you.

"Cute?" he asked darkly, making your mouth go dry. He proceeded to peel the robe off your chest - luckily the tape stayed on the fabric and not your skin - and his gaze went molten. He stared long enough for you to begin to squirm beneath him, and you brought your arms up to cover yourself. His own shot out to grab your wrists and pin them on either side of your head.

"No, let me see you," he demanded, and the pure want in his voice went straight between your legs. His eyes raked over you like hot coals, the heat in them bringing a pretty flush to your cheeks.

"God you're so beautiful," Jungkook whispered reverently before descending again to devour you. You moaned into his mouth, wrists straining half-heartedly against his grip, and he took the opportunity to part your soft lips with his tongue. He licked into your mouth in hot strokes, and your thighs tightened around his hips in an effort to bring him closer. The whine you let out as his cock rubbed you through your shorts made him even harder, and he broke away from your mouth to trail wet kisses down your jaw and your neck. This time, he went past your collarbone to suck bruises that bloomed red and purple on the skin of your chest.

"Jungkook," you moaned breathily, trying to control yourself despite how good he was making you feel. The way he was pinning you down so easily despite how shy he had acted at the beginning was doing a number on you.

He paused to give you a boyish grin at complete odds with the way he was making your pussy clench, before dipping his head to roll your pert nipple around his tongue. Then he sucked hard and you keened, arching into the warm wetness of his mouth.

"Fuck, touch me please," you begged, desperate to feel his hands on you. His eyes darkened further and that innocent grin turned wicked.

"Anything for you, baby," he promised, and the pet name turned you on even more. He released your hands to explore your soft curves, and yours immediately went to the buttons of his adorable but currently unappreciated cookie monster onesie.

You were able to make quick work of them despite the distracting way he was nipping your neck and pinching your nipples, and you forced him backwards so you could shove the upper part of his costume off his frame.

"Oh, fuck you," you groaned when you got a full blast of his glorious body. Jungkook smirked as you ogled his abs, no trace of that stumbling boy left in his dark eyes.

"I mean, if that's what you want," he teased, preening under your gaze. You wanted to roll your eyes, but they were still glued to the hard ridges of muscle on prominent display.

"Shut up and take this off," you grumbled, shoving his onesie further down his waist. "It's tickling me."

Jungkook grinned impishly at you before obeying, and when he kicked his costume to some random corner of his room you sighed in a mixture of arousal and despair at the way his muscular thighs flexed. He was just so perfect, and by the size of the bulge straining against his boxer briefs he was going to be just as perfect there too.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him back down to smash his lips against yours again, not particularly caring that this kiss was much sloppier than prior. By the way Jungkook groaned against your mouth when your tongue skimmed his, neither did he.

It was even headier now, with his toned chest pressed flush against your breasts. You ground your hips against his with a breathy whine, raking your nails lightly down his back. When you squeezed his ass - yes, it was just as firm as you'd hoped - he bucked forward, driving his cock harder against you. You briefly wondered if you were soaking him through your shorts, then decided you didn't care.

When you began to wiggle out of your shorts, shy Jungkook made his appearance again. He pulled back, eyes wide, though he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips.

"A-are you sure? I was just… kidding," he said, as if you couldn't see his dick leaking through his boxers and you weren't half naked on his bed and begging for his touch. It was cute, but this sweet Jungkook wasn't what you wanted right now. So you pouted and began to push yourself off the bed.

"Fine, then I'll go see if Taehy-oof!"

Your gamble was rewarded as you were immediately forced back onto the bed, Jungkook's hard eyes blazing above you.

"I said you're mine," he growled, giving your nipple a hard pinch. You yelped at the mixture of pain and pleasure, and felt yourself grow impossibly wetter at the edge in his tone. You threaded your hands in his hair to bring him down for a kiss, but he paused, lips hovering over yours. "You're mine, right?"

Despite the aggressiveness of his actions, there was a hint of pleading in his tone, and you couldn't help but smile as your heart fluttered.

"Only if you're mine too," you replied, making his eyes light up. Jungkook had been yours since you had delivered that knock out punch to his nose heart. He closed the distance eagerly, and you lost yourself again in the heat of his lips and tongue. When one of his hands found its way between your legs, he groaned at how damp you were even through layers of cloth.

"Yours," you murmured, rubbing against his hand shamelessly. His eyes flashed and before you could process what was happening, your shorts and underwear were ripped off and you were bare beneath him aside from the robe halfway off your shoulders. His hand went back and you moaned as his fingers dragged along your wet folds before changing course to start rubbing light circles on your clit.

"You're so sexy," Jungkook groaned against your mouth as you bucked your hips forward, chasing the friction. He pressed his middle finger into you, and the sound that you made was almost enough to make him explode then and there. You were so hot and wet and tight around him already, and if you felt this good around a finger he couldn't wait to feel you around his dick.

You licked sloppily into his mouth, rutting against his hand as he pumped his finger in and out of you and swallowed your whimpers. When he added a second finger your breath caught in your throat, nails digging into the skin of his back.

"J-Jungkook," you gasped when he began grinding the heel of his palm against your clit while rubbing his fingers against your walls. He was working you up embarrassingly quickly, and when your orgasm hit it almost took you by surprise. Your body went rigid as waves of pleasure shuddered through you, and Jungkook hissed and pressed wet kisses all over your neck, working you through your high as your walls spasmed around his fingers.

"Wow," was all you managed when you came back to reality. It was partially due to the orgasm, but mostly caused by the beauty of Jungkook's flushed face and disheveled hair hovering above you as his hungry eyes drank you in. You tugged him towards you by his hair and kissed him hard for a moment before pushing him back a little and giving him your best seductress eyes.

"Fuck me now, please," you said sweetly, in a husky voice you were surprised came from you. Jungkook's eyes somehow went even darker and he almost dove to the side of his bed to open his nightstand, retrieving a condom he ripped open in record time. You giggled a little at his eagerness. Until he kicked his boxers off. Dicks were always objectively funny looking even at the best of times. So why did his make your mouth water?

"Is there anything about you that isn't sexy?" you said in a half grumble, making him laugh as he rolled the latex over his tantalizing length. He hovered over you, one hand by your head and another on his cock as he lined himself up, and you reached up to thread your fingers through his silky hair. He smiled down at you, eyes bright. Then he rubbed his tip against your folds and you moaned, tightening your grip.

"If it makes you feel better, everything about you is sexy too," he breathed, eyes filled with a mixture of adoration and lust as his lips fell to capture yours. All you could do was gasp against his mouth as he began to press his cock past your aching folds. Despite how wet you were, it was still a slow, excruciatingly delicious stretch, and he cursed, hips stuttering against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, thrusting lightly in and out to coat himself further in your wetness. The feeling was definitely mutual, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him to go deeper. When he bottomed out, you both stilled for a moment to get your bearings, though he wasn't sure how much good it did him with you quivering beneath him and your walls hugging him so tightly.

"Please move," you finally whimpered when you couldn't take it anymore, giving a little buck of your hips that had Jungkook hissing. His lips crushed yours again as he began giving slow, measured, pumps that had you arching your chest against his hard pecs. He was glad he'd made you cum once because he didn't really think he was going to be able to last very long. Though that didn't mean he wasn't going to try again.

So when he angled his hips a certain way and you cried out and clenched around him, he maintained that position despite the way his thighs protested. He kept one hand on your waist, locking you in place, and brought his other to rub his thumb lightly against your clit.

"Oh fuuuuck," you groaned, head falling backwards Jungkook worked his magic on you. You were usually content if you could get on top and rub one out with a guy during sex, but this boy seemed determined to ruin you for anyone else and the worst part was that you wanted him to. He was hitting all the right spots and doing all the right things as if you'd been having sex for years, and between the thick drag of his cock and the attention he was giving your clit, you were hurtling towards the edge a second time.

"God, do that again," Jungkook groaned, and you hazily wondered what he was talking about, unable to think past the delicious way he was pounding into you. You didn't realize you were pulling his hair, and when the coil inside you snapped again you gave another hard tug with a desperate whine.

He fucked you through your second high, shuddering at the way your already snug walls squeezed him like a vice. The sounds he was forcing out of your throat were too much, and he felt himself starting to lose it.

"Fuck, [y/n], I'm gonna cum," he cursed, pace growing uneven even as his thrusts became harder and deeper. To his shock, panic, and disappointment, you pushed him off of you and onto his back. Then you ripped off the condom and engulfed him in the confines of your greedy mouth and he gasped, hips stuttering against you.

"Fuckfuckfuck," he choked, spilling himself down your perfect throat as you swallowed around him. Even after he was done, you kept swirling your tongue around his length as he moaned and let his head fall back against his sheets. You gave a little suck that had him whine and thrust against you despite the oversensitivity before you pulled back, looking way too innocent and cheerful for what you had just done.

"Taehyung was right, your cream's pretty good," you said with a wink, and he felt his entire neck and face go red.

"Oh my god," he complained, tackling you back down onto the bed and holding you against his chest as you giggled and wrapped your arms around him. The two of you lay there, snuggling and enjoying the post-coital haze.

"Jungkook?"

"Hm?" he asked a little sleepily, opening his eyes and blushing at the cute way you were looking up at him.

"Did you mean it?" You looked sheepish, and he woke up a little more.

"Mean what?" he asked in confusion, and you flushed, looking uncertain. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek, trying to reassure you even if he wasn't exactly sure what he was reassuring you about.

"Um… about me being yours. And you being mine," you mumbled shyly, avoiding his eyes. He felt his heart swell at the pink rising on your face, and he couldn't keep the stupid lovestruck smile off his face.

"Of course I did," he replied, holding you tighter and smushing your face into his chest. "You're my girlfriend now, you can't escape." Your muffled laugh was music to his ears, and you hugged him back just as hard until you finally pulled away, complaining you couldn't breathe.

"Okay, boyfriend," you said, eyes sparkling happily. He was elated that he had been the one to put that expression on your face. He was less elated when you began to clamber out of bed after kissing him on the nose.

"Nooo, stay here," he pouted, then tried to pose on the bed in an enticing manner.

"I want to, I really do," you told him ruefully as you blatantly eyed his abs. "But I can't just straight up ditch Mijin when I begged her to come with me."

"Oh yes, the maid of honor," Jungkook said with a nod, mollified by how disappointed you actually sounded. You looked confused for a moment before your attention was drawn by your robe.

"Ah shit, the tape isn't sticky anymore," you grumbled as you futilely slapped the fabric against your chest. Jungkook was momentarily mesmerized by the way it made your breasts jiggle before shaking himself out of his daze.

"I'll wear it, and you can wear mine," he suggested eagerly. It wasn't quite the same as seeing you in his clothes or anything, but it was close. You shrugged in agreement, slipping off the robe - which should not have been as arousing as it was when you were already basically naked - and tossing it towards him as you padded around the room to grab your shorts and the onesie. Jungkook stared at your ass for several enjoyable seconds before going to his dresser to grab some basketball shorts.

"This is… kinda big."

He turned around and felt himself torn between laughing and melting into the floor. You had put on the cookie monster onesie, which was sized for him, and were almost drowning in it. You had rolled up both the sleeves and the legs multiple times and yet it still looked hilariously large on your smaller frame.

"You look perfect," Jungkook promised, making your face flush that pretty pink again. Though you frowned when you looked at Jungkook, who was now wearing basketball shorts and your boxing robe. "What's wrong?"

"I… don't know if I want people seeing how hot you are…" you grumbled, eyes glued to his six-pack. Jungkook's heart fluttered when he realized you were jealous, and he grinned at your adorable pout. He strode up to you, enjoying the way you licked your lips when he cupped your face.

"How do you think I felt seeing Taehyung all over you?" he demanded, making your eyes widen before he bent down to capture your lips. Feeling you melt against him was enough to rile him up all over again, but when his hands began to wander you pushed him back a little.

"Fair enough," you replied breathlessly, sounding incredibly reluctant but firm. "Let's go."

You resolutely marched to his door and pulled it open, only to run into a very irate, very drunk cookie.

"Uh…" you began awkwardly, not exactly sure what this chick was doing here.

"Jungkookie, who is she?" the cookie wailed, pointing at you with a venomous glare. You would've felt more worried had Jungkook not looked so done with his life. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"This is my girlfriend, [y/n]," he said, shooting her point blank with the truth. By the way she reeled backwards, it might as well have been a real bullet. Jungkook took the opportunity to usher you past her, lock his door, then take your hand and tug you to the living. You were impressed at the speed in which he had done everything, and wondered just how many quick escapes he had to make from that girl.

"Nice costume."

You turned to see Mijin, Taehyung, and Jimin smirking at the two of you. A fourth extremely beautiful man had wandered somewhere near the vicinity and brightened when he saw you. Despite the pig nose and the blanket he was wrapped up in, he was still impossibly tall and handsome and broad. This had to be the last super hot guy in Jungkook's friend group, right? It was just impossible for there to be more.

"Oh! Are you Jungkook's mystery punching girl?" he asked cheerfully, seeing you with Jungkook. You blushed at the descriptor, and Mijin chimed in before you could.

"I'm Mijin," said your friend as she shook his hand, utterly unfazed by his weirdness. Well, he was a fucking dime so you supposed you couldn't blame her. The man beamed, making his eyes sparkle.

"Yep. It was love at first fight," she said with a grin, and you rolled your eyes at the terrible pun. To your surprise, the new guy's jaw dropped and he stared at your friend in wonder. Then he elbowed Jimin away from her and held out his hand with a charming smile.

"Then it's meant to be, because me Jin!" he said proudly, pointing at his wide chest and ignoring the way Taehyung facepalmed beside him. Meej chortled, giving his costume a very obvious once-over as Jin snickered at his questionable wit.

"Are you a pig in a blanket?" she asked, clearly vibing with her very handsome, very lame suitor.

"Holy cow! You got it!" Jin said cornily, and you heard Jungkook groan at the guy's terrible joke - considering Mijin's costume was exactly that. A cow with a halo. Unlike the rest of you - including a now pouting Jimin - your friend smiled widely.

"Yeah, can you believe [y/n] told me my costume was lame?" she asked indignantly, making Jin gasp in affront.

"They tried to say the same thing about mine!" he complained in commiseration, and the two of them cast peevish looks at the rest of you. You and Jungkook made eye contact and despite the short time in which you had known each other, you knew exactly what he was thinking. What the fuck is happening?

"Uh… we're gonna get drinks…" said Jungkook slowly, backing away from the two farmyard animals. He took your hand again and the two of you fled the scene, once again almost trampling a bawling Dina.

"That's just the way the cookie crumbles," you heard Mijin remark from behind you. All you heard after that was a weird squeaking, as if someone needed to replace their windshield wipers.

"Jungkook, is it weird to say that those two together scared me more than that maze?" you whispered loudly as he handed you a beer. He shook his head and stared behind him, shuddering.

"To never being that fucking corny," he pledged, holding his own bottle out. You nodded and clinked yours against his and took a much needed gulp. Then, unable to resist, you leaned in to kiss him. It ended up lasting much longer than you had intended, and when you pulled away he had a dreamy smile on his face. "I guess it'll be nice if the best man and the maid of honor are together though."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

Jungkook distracted you with another mind-melting kiss, and by the time he released your lips, your legs were jelly. He noticed the way you were clinging to him and grinned that sweet smile at you before easily picking you up and setting your butt on the counter.

"Better?" he asked, nestling himself between his legs and tilting his head up to look at you upside-down. You giggled and leaned down to give him a peck, then stroked through his hair with your free hand. The two of you watched the party from the relatively quiet confines of the kitchen, where Meej and Jin where getting increasingly close and Jimin was now attempting to avoid the advances of a sad cookie while Taehyung laughed his ass off on the sidelines. It was odd how easily things had come together when you were the last person who would ever willingly enter a haunted corn maze.

Jungkook snuggled his head under your chin and you smiled, wrapping your arms around him and letting your hands rest on his bare sides. Who would have thought getting lured out of the house by the promise of donuts would lead to so much more? You knew Mijin would use this as an excuse to drag you out to more activities, but when Jungkook nuzzled your shoulder you found yourself more excited than chagrined. Fall might be ending, but your time with him was just beginning.

~~~~~

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts jungkook smut #autumnleavescollab

[upagainstthewallwithme]

The Domestic Approach

Neighbour!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.8K

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You moved in next door to Wanda Maximoff over a year ago. You knew her by sight, giving an occasional polite wave. 

No matter the time, she always seemed in a flushed hurry, too busy to stop and talk. Still she always returned the wave.

You wondered if she could tell how much you wanted to fuck her. 

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The first time you spoke to Wanda was at the library. 

Her back was to you but she still caught your attention. She was stretching on her heels as she lifted down a heavy book.

She opened the book, her finger trailed through the book’s index. As you got closer, you saw her mouth moving silently as she read each heading to herself.

She bit her lip in obvious disappointment, dropping the book onto a pile that was forming by her feet. 

‘Need any help?’ You offered spontaneously.

Wanda startled, her cheeks flushed in recognition and then she shook her head. 

‘I’m just looking for a recipe.’ She admitted, tucking a flyaway piece of hair behind her ear. ‘But I can’t remember the name of the cookbook.’

Your eyes wandered to the heap of books on the floor beside her. 

Wanda looked mortified as she dropped to a crouch.

‘And I was just putting these back.’ She promised, hurrying to pick up a book and placing it on a shelf.

You didn’t tell her that you didn’t care where she left her books. 

Instead you watched the way her cream blouse fell forward, exposing the top of her breasts. The soft alabaster skin was hypnotizing, partly hidden by a blush camisole underneath.

You walked over to help, taking another book from the pile. You placed it next to hers on the shelf. You let your hand brush her bare arm as you reached. 

You watched fresh goosebumps flare along her skin until the edge of her sleeve covered the evidence.

You heard Wanda’s shaky breathing as you continued to help. 

When you were finished, Wanda took a deep, steadying breath and tried to smooth the creases in her burgundy skirt. She looked at you, her gaze hesitant. You smiled readily. You liked that.

‘Thank you.’ She said with another hesitant smile ‘I’m so stupid. I don’t think I’ll ever remember the name of that book.’

‘There’s always the internet.’ You said, letting the suggestion float. You wanted more time with her. 

‘I’m terrible on-line’ Wanda laughed a little self consciously. ‘I’m always touching the wrong thing.’

‘I bet.’ You said, enjoying yourself too much. ‘Maybe we’ve found a way for me to help?’

A few minutes later, Wanda was sitting at the old library computer. Her purse was in her lap. She leaned towards the monitor, reading the words on the screen quietly to herself as she tried to follow your instructions. 

‘And, do I click here?’ She asked unsurely. 

‘Exactly.’ You encouraged, your body barely touching her shoulder. 

You caught Wanda’s pleased smile in the monitor’s reflection. 

A moment later, she was flummoxed again. She’d clicked the wrong link on the search page. 

The cursor moved uncertainly toward the close window button. 

You leaned forward, quickly covering Wanda’s hand as you guided the mouse to the ‘back’ button she was trying to find. 

She opened her mouth and you knew she was going to chastise herself again. 

‘Don’t worry, you were close.’ You murmured, your face inches from her. 

You felt Wanda’s breath hitch. 

You lifted your hand from hers and stood back again. 

At last, you heard the printer in the corner begin to churn out a copy of the recipe. You left for the leaf of paper and brought it back to the desk. 

Wanda’s face lit up in pleasure. 

‘Thank you so much.’ She said, folding it carefully into her purse. 

‘No problem. I hope you have a good day.’ You took another step back. You hoped she’d turn away first, you wanted to see her ass again in that skirt.

Wanda stared at you with an expression you didn’t recognise. 

‘Would you like to come over?’ She asked suddenly. Your eyebrows raised at her forwardness. 

Wanda flushed again. ‘To try the recipe.’ She clarified, swallowing nervously. ‘I wanted to make it tonight. And there’s only me.’

You thought about her soft breasts when you agreed. 

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You knocked on her door at 7pm. Barely a moment later, Wanda opened it. Her white apron was tucked neatly around a neat red dress and matching heels. Her hair had been styled carefully, accentuating her face.

‘Oh good, you’re here.’ She said breathlessly. Her eyes wandered over you for a long moment. Then her gaze flashed back up to your face guiltily as if she was scared to be caught.

‘It smells good.’ You said encouragingly as you followed her into her kitchen. Her dress sleeve was almost slipping off her shoulder.

‘I hope so.’ Wanda hummed pleasantly, hesitating as she checked a timer. You checked it too. Thirty more minutes. 

Wanda poured you both a drink and you sat together at her kitchen island. She tried some small talk. You nodded along, half listening. The sleeve of her dress was about to slip off her shoulder completely. 

Wanda stopped talking, self conscious about your lack of focus.

You leaned forward, lifting the sleeve back into place. Wanda froze perfectly at your touch. 

‘Thank you.’ She whispered hoarsely. Her fingers moved to touch the top of the sleeve thoughtlessly. You watched her play with the fabric between her thumb and forefinger. 

You knew then, without doubt, that she was attracted to you. You took a sip of your drink. You’d wanted to fuck her since you’d caught sight of her that morning. 

Wanda glanced at you and looked away again. Her gaze landed on your lap. She bit her lip. 

You could feel her thoughts radiating out. She wanted to touch you.

‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since this morning.’ You said out loud. The air changed at Wanda’s sharp breath.

She looked nervous as if she’d been the one to say it. Her breathing went shallow. 

‘Are you sure?’ She asked, not looking at you.  

You smirked then. You touched her thigh.

Wanda shuddered, legs parting on instinct. She stared down at your hand in her lap. You cleared your throat and she finally looked up at you. Her hair was already mussed.

‘This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me.’ She told you nervously. ‘I didn’t think. I didn’t know if you’d want me like this.’ 

You kissed her softly. When your lips met her full ones, she gave a soft ‘Oh’ of surprise. Her hand brushed lightly over your hair. Uncontrolled want .

You pulled back and regarded the warmth still flushing her cheeks. Her green eyes took a moment to open. 

You brushed her cheek. You could tell she was caught between something fragile and desperate.

‘I want to fuck you every way I can think of.’ You promised her. Wanda swallowed and you knew if you tried to touch her now, she’d already be wet on your fingers. 

‘I think I’d like that.’ She confessed. 

She leaned forward and kissed you. Her mouth was hesitating, gentle. Then needy, urgent as she tasted you. You dragged your teeth across her lower lip.

A moan escaped her mouth. 

Without daring to look, Wanda slipped her hand under your top, moving until she found your breasts. She squeezed softly, over and over. Unable to lose the urgency she was trying to hide. 

You saw everything clearly now.

‘You’ve thought about this before.’ You accused lightly. Wanda’s eyes darted to you as she pulled back from your mouth. 

‘Did you watch me through the window?’ You continued. You pulled her dress sleeves down again, baring her pale shoulders. Your fingers trailed lightly over the exposed skin.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her chair as your touch continued. 

‘Just once.’ She breathed. ‘That first night. I saw you changing. You left the blind up.’

You pulled Wanda gently from her seat, letting her arms drape over your shoulders. You kissed her collarbone slowly, nipping and sucking at the skin. You could hear every gasp leave her lungs. 

‘Wanda.’ You corrected. ‘I know you watched more than that.’ 

You watched her swallow, eyes glassy as she nodded. You knew. She’d thought about you at night in her bed. You could picture her, touching herself to the image of you.

You cupped her ass, drawing her closer. She stumbled obediently, a heel clacking to either side of your leg. 

You lifted her dress up, apron still attached. Wanda pressed herself needily against your thigh.  

‘Oh.’ Wanda moaned, holding your shoulders to steady herself.

You slid your palm along her underwear. The soft cotton was soaked through. Wanda squirmed at your touch. 

‘I’ve never been so wet before.’ She told you, voice strangled. 

‘I don’t think that’s true.’ You corrected, pressing a little harder as you brushed her clit. ‘I think you get wet all the time Wanda, with your little fantasies.’

You took your hand away, focused now on peeling her dress down to her waist. 

Wanda hummed mindlessly, still rocking herself against your thigh.

When her breasts were free, you kissed the soft pink areolas with satisfaction. You ran your tongue over her hardened nipples. You’d been thinking about this all day. Wanda whimpered at the light sensation. 

You rolled your thumbs back and forth over her nipples and looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed. She gripped your shoulders tighter.

‘It’s okay, honey.’ You promised, leaning up to leave a kiss under her ear. ‘I just want to treat you nice tonight.’ 

‘Oh.’ Wanda sighed as your lips touched her skin. Her hips moved like it was her only instinct. You felt her damp underwear sliding along your leg. You tensed your thigh and she pressed her clit needily against you. You felt her legs begin to tremble. 

‘Oh.’ Wanda said again, breathier, more urgent now. Her fingers moved now to tangle in your hair. She rocked back and forth more quickly. 

Her breasts came even closer and you squeezed them as you gave them your best attention. You kissed her hardened nipples, grazing them against your teeth and she kept up her pace.

You murmured low encouragements.

You could feel her legs tightening around yours. She couldn’t speak at all now. Any words had been lost to soft moans. 

She dragged herself hurriedly against your skin. Your nails dug into her ass as you moved her back and forth.��

Wanda whined louder. She called out your name, eyes still closed. You knew she’d called it out before.

You whispered hers. You told her that she needed to come. 

Even as her body relaxed and the hazy look entered her eyes. Wanda’s hips moved rhythmically back and forth. 

Slowly they came to a stop.

Wanda looked at you. Cheeks flushed. Relaxed smile. Hair messed.

You slid your hand between her legs.

You dragged your palm against her one last time, just to make her pelvis twitch. 

Wanda gave a happy sigh.

A timer beeped in the other room.

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #fawktober2023

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Ooh I have an idea! What about a vampire spawn!Tav who killed their old master before running away and getting caught up in the mind flayer incident? It would be interesting to see how Astarion would react to that

Ngl i love the idea of Astarion using the tadpole to peer into vampire spawn!tav's memories like how in-game tav goes into Gale's mind (a wisdom check I think)

Blood. Gods, it is everywhere! You try your damndest but it seems to only make it worse. The red robe you were forced to wear is soaked in blood thus weighing you slightly down. The ankle-deep pool of blood flows endlessly; ripples across the liquid surface as you try to get out of the sickly sweet sanguine abyss, hands covering your ears as the chanting starts. Something deep within you stirs, your stomach in pain and your mouth aches as your fangs feel as if being tugged down. "Leave me alone!" Crying in pain as your mind struggles to keep its sanity, "I don't want this!" You never did, this is forced upon you by your currently dead master. He lays lifelessly still in the blood, his eyes no longer have the light of his soul within but his gaze pierces through you. You scream as hands of blood grab at your legs and the bottom of your robe. The echo of pleased purr echoes in this chamber, the chamber of vampiric rites. Here Kanchelsis gives his gift directly. Your robe tears as you scramble away and run out of blood right into a priest who is leading the chant. "Get them!" You ran, that is all you can recall. Running and running and running. All you knew was that you had to get away, to escape.

The memory fades. Astarion cannot nor tries to reach deeper with the tadpole, that was enough. The high charge of emotions, the vividness of the temple. He never heard of Kanchelsis, of a cult of vampire worshippers, nor about this depraved ritual to complete in order to become a Vampire Lord. A ritual you did not consent to be a part of much less to be turned into a vampire.

You stay silent as a mouse, your hands shaking, your eyes squeezed shut to fight the tears. This memory is one of many but this is the most recent, the most vivid, and one showing Astarion that you are a victim not a fellow oppressor like Cazador.

"I.. Shit." He grabs your hands covering it with his, "Breathe." Trying to stop the way your body shakes like a leaf in the wind. When he kisses you, it doesn't help like he hoped— Though it would distract you. Your anxiety rises until he stops trying and simply sits with you.

The silent save for the sounds of nature outside of this tent.

It takes a while before the tears fall and you are clinging to the kindred in front of you.

The tadpole stirs once more.

He sees himself through your eyes, the nervousness and the hope. When he spoke about Cazador, you do not want to be happy but you are. Finally, someone who understands.

Misery loves company, sort of speak.

The connection is gone, your head is on his chest as if he has a beating heart to soothe you. Instead, he finds your blessed warmth to put him at ease. The silence is okay and comfortable, your hands stay with his.

Later you both can talk.

#reader insert #anon ask #astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x mc

[scaly-freaks]

Wrote this on a whim. I don't know what it is exactly, but it IS Feyd-Rautha so be aware there is violence and bodily harm.

The Fremen language rolls down the back of the throat like honeydew on silk. It is a vat of unspoken secrets, a hiss in the dark, a revelation. When they cry out for their false messiah, the lie turns holy.

Spoken on the Planet of Giedi Prime, the honey turns to amber, and she is a fly trapped at its centre, forced to experience her own disintegration.

Last night, Feyd gave her a music box.

She lay curled up in a puddle of her own piss, and thought how wasteful. A stillsuit would have made much better use of it. But when the liquid crept across the floor and touched the burns on her face, her flesh cooled. She might have imagined that part. After all, when she awoke this morning, the burns were as red and as mangled as they were when Feyd-Rautha first struck them into her flesh in front of his entire family.

He left the music box beside her head.

Inside, were her mother's teeth.

He did not kill her mother. Her mother died ten years ago. But he killed her father, who carried her mother's teeth in a pouch around his neck. They were his lucky charm, he used to say, his deliverance. She'd wonder if he ever kissed them, just to remind himself what it felt like to kiss his wife all those years ago, to run his tongue over her pearly teeth and feel her laughter bubble against his lips.

Teeth are an intimate gift.

"Wakey-wakey, Fremen mouse." His voice is guttural, a corpse dragged across gravel, each word slick behind blackened teeth.

She saw him bite a chunk out of one of the Baron's hairless boys and the wound was edged with the same ebony that drips from his saliva. There was no blood. Just black, greased like tar and infected. In her worst moments, when the hallucinations have her gripped by the throat, she sees a black hole grow in his mouth, beckoning.

When her answer to his whistle is not forthcoming, his boot presses into her soft, unblemished cheek. The pressure of it forces the burns on the other to scream in protest against the dungeon floor. It looks smooth and polished, but as with everything on Giedi Prime, the potential for pain is woven in like veins through marble. The texture of it is like a hundred thousand tiny shards of glass, and her ruined skin feels the scrape of each one.

"You did not like my gift?"

"I adored your gift."

"Why have you not opened it?"

"I did not think my hands were worthy."

He pushes his boot down harder and a prolonged keen of pain is finally yanked from her bruised ribs. Rabban is easier to fool. Feyd sniffs out insult like a shark to blood. Her injuries are proof.

"You still have fight in you."

"If I lost it, I would no longer have the pleasure of your visits, my lord."

He digs his heel into the underside of her cheekbone and the agony threatens to blind her. Drool slips from her open mouth and blends in with the piss just inches away. She pictures tearing off her flesh and flames swallowing her in one fell swoop, burning too hot and too quick to cause pain. She would chew off her own tongue to end it if she could, but who would care for her mother's teeth?

"Then I will visit you again, sayyadina." The honey of the Fremen language turns to mockery and acid on Feyd-Rautha's tongue, an acerbic jumble of syllables that burn just as horribly when they fall onto her ears. "You will crumble like sand between my fingers. And you will become as they are, just another pet."

They.

The Harpies, cannibalistic and violent, eyes blank, mouths leering.

One of them draws forward, prepared with a knife, as she has done every night Feyd has come to visit. It feels like the worst of the punishment. She tenses, shivering like a leaf, and cannot form the words to beg him for this one thing and prove him right -

That she is breakable.

Please don't cut my hair. My father loved my hair.

The harpy gathers it into her pale fist and lifts the blade high. Just before it falls, Feyd's hand rises, a single finger held out in command. His pet cocks her head, a mewl caught in the back of her throat. They are soft with him, curious as pups. She wonders who they were when their lives had meaning and their names tasted sweet on their parents' tongues.

He signals for the harpy to drop her hair and the woman accedes without question. He reaches down to lift the lid of the music box, the teeth inside gleaming like pearls in the pallid light, and then steps over his captive's body to leave.

A soft, whirling rush follows as the harpies scurry in his wake.

Her minds falls silent again.

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd x you #house harkonnen #dune fanfiction #drabble #dune movie #dune part two #scalyfreakswrites

[rosesfromslashers]

Sickness - Eyeless Jack X Reader

Yup, I've been officially dragged into my old creepypasta phase. Enjoy some angst with a special appearance from everyone's favorite tentacle daddy.

He first encountered the being on a fall morning.

Jack left you curled up in bed, wrapped in his blankets and scent. He kissed the top of your head before departing, knowing that you were safe in your shared cabin.

He slipped into jeans and a simple black T-shirt before leaving your room for the kitchen, where he started the percolator. Jack hoped the smell of fresh coffee wouldn't wake you. The clock read 6 AM, much too early for you to be up. But he knew you would be thankful when he brought you a cup after you had awoken with a cute little yawn he loved so much. He picked his mask and book up off the table.

Jack slipped out the front door, not letting the screen door clatter shut for fear of waking you. The metallic creak was loud enough. The sky was gray beyond the gnarled, bare tree branches. The ground was covered in a layer of decaying leaves, patches of orange and red still hanging on. A gentle, thick mist was laid upon the forest. It was a cold day, perfect for staying in. But he had the urge to enjoy the fresh air; to feel that humanlike sense of tranquility you had instilled in him.

He sat on the wooden porch swing, leafing through the old psychology textbook until he reached the page he was on last night. Psychology was never his strong suit, and it especially wasn't now that he was cursed. Ever since meeting you, however, he found it necessary to understand the human mind as much as he did the anatomy of the body.

His mask sat beside him, just within reach.

It was a rustle in the treeline. Too quiet for human ears, but to him, it was as loud as a tree falling in the woods.

He shot up, slipping on his blue mask, a tar like substance having stained the plastic much like around his sockets. He reached into his back pocket to find that he had left his knife inside. Perfect.

He scanned the thick treeline, body tense. This was his domain. Your domain. And he would protect his territory.

There was nothing.

But he couldn't blame it on a mouse or a curious deer. There was a lightness to the air, as if the oxygen had been sucked up into the ether. Instead, the woods were filled with static, buzzing as if lightning were about to strike. Then he felt it - something trying to crawl into his mind. Trying to speak to him beyond the edge of his power.

"Jack?"

He turned to find you, wearing nothing but his oversized black hoodie, standing in the doorway. A little cough left your throat.

"Is everything okay?" you asked sleepily. Warely. "Why are you wearing your mask?"

Jack assured you everything was fine and ushered you inside.

The second time, it spoke to him.

He sharpened his scalpels, preparing for tomorrow night's hunt. You sat on the sofa, journaling in a notebook. It was a hobby you had recently taken up. One that he found ever so endearing. Humans lived such short, sad lives. He found it interesting how, in that short time, they tried so hard to document it.

He smelled the blood before it leaked from your nose and onto your upper lip.

"What the hell?" You stood up, dabbing at the blood. Jack rushed to you, concerned.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he fretted, dabbing at the blood with his hoodie's sleeve. It wasn't the first time it met blood, but never had it taken on yours.

"I don't know, it just started bleeding," you said, "I'm really tired, too. I think I'm going to go to bed now."

He could sense something was off with you. Normally he could smell, could sense, illness creeping up on you. You did look slightly ill, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. It was like whatever it was was hiding inside of you.

"Here, let me get something for you to hold to your nose." He ran his thumb over your cheek before going into the kitchen, pulling a clean rag from the drawer.

"Do you enjoy her company?"

Jack stopped. That same static feeling was back, but this time the air felt heavy with a presence.

"What?" he asked aloud, looking around the small cabin. He saw you in the living room, brows creased in confusion. 

"I didn't say anything."

"No, it was something else, I think there's something here." he clarified, then he ordered you to go into the bedroom. And to lock the door. You listened, hurrying into the other room. He heard the click of a lock. The presence left, leaving the space feeling empty.

The third time, you threw yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet to gag.

He chased after you, holding your hair. He felt something he hadn't felt since he was human. Fear. True worry.

"Are you sick?" he pressed, placing a cold rag to your forehead. Your coughing had also gotten worse on top of your recurring nausea. For a moment, he got excited. It was early in the morning, and here you were getting sick. Could it possibly be-

No. He would sense it. Another life in your shared home.

Instead, he sensed carion.

That otherworldly thing was back.

"I- I don't know. I really don't feel good, Jack."

He pulled you into his arms, sitting on the bathroom floor.

The final time, he came.

Disrupted your home. Your life. Caused you to collapse to the floor, pale and unconscious. Blood had begun to leak from your nose as you crumpled. Jack was there in a flash, helping you to the floor.

"You never answered my question."

Jack looked up, and there he was. Tall next to your front door, donned in a black suit. Faceless. Hands clasped behind his back in a dignified manner.

"What are you?" Jack growled out. This wasn't another creature of hell, a demon come to taunt him and take you from him. This was something else. Something eldritch and ancient, commanding power. Power that a strong being like Jack wouldn't give it.

"Do. You. Enjoy. Her company?" the faceless being asked again, enunciating each word. 

"Get the fuck out of our house," Jack demanded, low and quiet. "What do you want?"

"A simple question. You really don't know who I am?" The creature vanished, reappearing closer with a crackle in the air.

"No, and I don't care. Now leave us alone!" Jack's voice raised as he clutched your limp body closer.

"I have many names," the being continued, answering his own question, "I am the stalker of the woods. The disrupter of sanity. The taker of children."

Jack would've blinked if he still had eyes.

"And I know who you are, Jack. I've followed you for quite some time now, just out of the corner of your perception. I've admired your work."

Jack held you closer as the slender being seemed to drift nearer.

"I want you to join me. I have several mentees, none of your power. You'd be a valuable asset."

Jack's face twisted. "So that's why you're doing this to her? You're trying to recruit me to your little crew?"

"I don't know if I find your admiration for such a frail creature as a human charming or pathetic." Jack bristled at the insult towards you. How dare this… creature come into your lives, harm you, make you ill, and now come to collect Jack's cooperation.

He looked down at your closed eyes and bloody face.

"I can make it stop. Join me, leave this girl here, and we'll take our leave."

"Fuck. You." Jack retorted, pulling your head against his strong chest.

"I see my methods aren't working quite yet," the creature spoke into his mind, "I'll take my leave, but know that I will return. I don't take kindly to rejection."

Then it was gone, and your eyes were fluttering open.

"Jack?" you croaked out, "What happened?"

He held you tight.

"I'm still figuring it out."

#eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #creepypasta x reader #slenderman

[momolady]

Saito the Orc

An arranged marriage has taken the reader to a new land, a new home, and traditions that they must get used to. Saito is a hero to the people, and is looked up to by all those around him. Will the reader be good enough for such a man?

Female Reader x Male Monster

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Your marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.

The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.

If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.

“It’s like dressing a doll, you’re so tiny.” Ichika was one of Saito’s sisters, all three of whom had taken you in like one of their own. Ichika helped you get dressed in the mornings while the others helped get food ready.

“That’s so embarrassing,” you murmured.

“Nothing wrong with that.” She smoothed down your skirt then smiled at you. “Being small and cute can be a good defense.”

You pouted, you felt more like a defenseless kitten. All this family seemed to talk about was defense, offense, battle, and war. Saito had a dojo on the grounds, and lots of eager young students who also lived in the home. Each morning they filed into the dining room for breakfast then went out into the courtyard to practice while Saito meditated inside.

“One of these days, you and Saito will have a little one learning to take up the family style,” Ichika sighed dreamily.

You watched the young students with a heavy knot in your stomach. You’d been married to Saito all this time, and still you had not been together as husband and wife should. You looked down, ashamed at your own fear and hesitance.

In the dining room Kaori and Natsuki were setting out breakfast for the family. You took a seat while Ichika poured you tea.

“Did you sleep well?” Kaori asked. She was the youngest and had taken a great liking to you.

You smiled at her. “I did, I hope you slept well too, sister.”

Kaori beamed from ear to ear, her small tusks appearing bigger. “I did! Thank you.”

Picking up your cup you inhaled, taking in the rich aroma of the tea. Then beside you, Saito’s great form appeared. He sat down beside you, bowing his head as Natsuki placed his tea before him.

“Good morning, dear brother,” the sisters all chimed.

“Good morning, sisters.” Saito looked down at you. “And to you, my bride.”

Your stomach lurched, curling into knots and stones. “Good morning,” you said as quietly as a mouse.

Saito’s long hair was down, and it was truly a marvel to behold. He never cut it, never let anyone else touch it. He claimed that cutting his hair would diminish his power, so he’d kept it long and growing since he was a young boy.

His eyes appeared golden that morning. Usually, they were like dark amber, but there was a light from within today. “You were up before me again this morning. I never even heard you move.”

“I didn’t wish to disturb you. You looked so peaceful and sweet.” He took his tea and drank slowly.

You weren’t sure what else you could say to him. You were afraid of making yourself appear foolish in front of him. He was strict with his students and expected things to go a certain way. You didn’t want to hinder his path. Although, you didn’t know what he expected from you yet.

“Can’t you have Oda take care of the class today?” Ichika spoke up as she took a seat at the table. “You’ve barely spent any time with your bride since you got married.”

Saito flinched beside you. “It is my responsibility to teach these children.”

“Doesn’t Oda also have a responsibility?” Natsuki challenged from her seat as well. Oda was her betrothed.

Saito narrowed his eyes upon her. “Oda is still learning as well.”

Natsuki rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

Saito sighed, giving into his sisters’ stares. “Unless there is something you wish of me, my bride.”

“I was wanting to go and see if there was any mail in,” you spoke softly. “But I can find someone to take me if you don’t wish to leave your students.” Your heart was racing. You didn’t want to inconvenience him at all. After all, he was the hero here.

For a moment, Saito was quiet. He contemplated your request while taking a sip of tea and then a bite of his breakfast. “I am expecting word from a friend of mine. Perhaps we can go after morning practice.”

You looked up at him with a soft smile. “Thank you, I would prefer to go with you.”

There came a softness to his gaze, but his body became more rigid than before. He nodded, then continued to eat his breakfast in silence.

Afterwards, you helped Kaori with her studies. She was preparing for a trip to the Polar where she would be furthering her education into becoming a diplomat, much like her mother. You were helping her study the language, as you and your father were both translators.

“It must be nice to know so many languages,” Kaori sighed over her lessons.

You smiled. “It comes in handy.”

“How did you learn?” Kaori asked.

“My father started teaching me after I was born. He felt that children came ino language naturally the younger they were. But I think anyone can learn with enough patience and practice. Much like how your brother teaches his students in the same way.”

Kaori pouted as she stared into her book. “Do you like my brother?”

A cold chill ran down your spine. “What makes you ask that?”

She tilted her head down further. “I was wondering is all. You seemed scared this morning when you asked him to take you to the post office.”

You sighed and placed your hands into your lap. “I’m not familiar with him yet. And to be honest, I’m an anxious person.”

“But do you like him?” Kaori pressed.

You held your breath as you pondered this. “I like his hair,” you answered. You were grateful when Ichika came into the room.

“Saito has asked for you,” she says. “He’s in his chambers.”

Your stomach turned. “Is everything alright?” You asked.

Ichika sighed. “He’s gone and hurt himself. But I suspect he’s going to ask you to get ready for your trip.”

“He’s hurt?” Kaori leapt up from her seat.

“It’s fine, he’s more annoyed that he did it to himself,” Ichika scoffed. You left the room, going down the long corridors until you reached Saito’s room. You rapt your knuckles against the door. “Ichika said you asked for me?”

“Come in.” He sounded irritated.

You slid open the door and stepped inside. He was sitting across from the fireplace, his robe pulled off his top half. You swallowed hard and approached cautiously.

“Are you alright?” You asked.

Saito didn’t lift his head as you approached. You gazed down at his back, which was massive and muscular. There were scars that stretched from his shoulder and down below his waist. It was frightening to think how badly those wounds must have hurt him.

“Only my pride is wounded,” he growled.

You knelt down beside him. “What happened?”

Saito had his arm in his hand, which was full of blood. You gasped in alarm, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to cover the shock. “You’re hurt!”

He jerked his arm away. “I need you to fetch me some clean clothes. I’ll tend to this so we can go out.”

You inched in closer to him. “But you’re hurt!” You placed your hands upon his bicep. “Do I need to call a doctor?”

Saito looked down at you, his brow pinched and mouth set into a firm, immovable frown. His eyes focused on your small hands upon his large bicep. “It’s cold out, make sure you get yourself a coat.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Your arm-”

“It will heal!” he huffed. “Please, ignore it. Let me escape with some dignity.”

You smoothed your palm down his arm to his elbow. “At least let me tend to it.” You felt him shiver under your touch. Looking up, you saw his cheeks had turned a shade darker than before. “Please?”

“Do not look at me with such pleading eyes,” he growled. “If it will stop that gaze, then fine!” He turned his head away.

You fetched some cool water and bandages, as well as some ointment you used when you pricked your fingers while sewing. You gently tended to his arm, seeing there was a shallow but sharp cut along the back of his forearm. You were silent as you tended to him, allowing him his dignity rather than prying into what happened. Once it was bandaged, you placed a small kiss on the back of his hand. He flinched then let a low growl escape his throat.

“Does that feel better?”

Saito held his arm to his chest. “Thank you, my bride.”

You smiled, but your eyes focused on his bare chest. There was sparse hair there, and he had bigger boobs than you did. You dipped your head down as your face began to feel hot.

“I’ll need to change before we leave.”

“Do you still want to go?” You asked. “Like you said, it is getting colder out and you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” he huffed. “I have suffered worse than this and still been able to carry men upon my back. Go fetch me some clothes and we can go together.”

You went to fetch his things, but when you returned, he was standing naked in his room. Your whole body surged in heat and embarrassment. You kept your eyes down as you handed him his clothes.

“Have you never seen a man before?” Saito asked as he dressed.

You felt ashamed. “You took me by surprise.”

“Forgive me.” Saito shrugged on the first layer of his clothing. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s not that,” you breathed.

“This body is yours after all,” Saito said gently. “I do not mind if you look at it.” He then cleared his throat, sounding just as nervous as you felt. “I want you to know that.”

You touched your cheek, feeling how warm it was. He was your husband, but you wouldn’t know what to do with it. The most you had done was kiss another man once before. You had never, even in your wildest dreams, imagined a body much like Saito’s.

The conversation ended there. The two of you went into town to check the mail, and while there Saito’s sisters had asked him to run a few errands for them. Everywhere you went, Saito was held in such reverence by the people. They approached both of you, congratulating the marriage, as well as thanking Saito for his service.

“It’s because of you, our son was able to return home safe,” one woman started crying on Saito. You watched her as she held Saito’s hand, she was trembling, but Saito wasn’t moving.

“Your son’s own strength brought him home, you do not need to thank me for that.” Saito told her.

This kept happening, no matter where you went, someone came up and thanked Saito for what he had done.

“You really are remarkable,” you thought you said quietly, but he still heard you.

“I did what I had to do. It is the responsibility of the strong to protect those who cannot stand up for themselves. I would gladly do it again. That does not make me remarkable,” he grumbled. All of a sudden, he was acting shy.

He was modest and humble, that you knew right away. But this sudden shy act surprised you. You stood close to him, due to the chill in the air, and took hold of his arm. “Well, for someone who can’t stand up for themself, it is remarkable.”

Saito cleared his throat and turned his head away, but he moved so you didn’t have to reach far for his arm.

It started snowing while you were in town, and the chill in the air was becoming much sharper and cutting to your bones. You stayed close to Saito’s, even at one point clinging to his side.

“You’re shivering,” Saito replied. “We should go home.”

You shook your head. “We haven’t finished your sisters’ errands though.”

“They can wait.” He then shocked you by picking you up off the ground. He held you in his arms where it felt warm and snug. “We’re going home so you don’t freeze.”

You were too stunned to say anything, instead you held him as he carried you back to the carriage. Unfortunately, the snow had gotten thick, and the passage home had become too dangerous to pass through so late. The two of you got a room at an inn for the night.

The room you were given was much smaller than any back at Saito’s place. But it was warm, and that’s what mattered. Outside the snow was continuing to fall, coating everything in a cast of white. You stepped away from the window and turned to look at Saito by the fire where he was drinking.

You took a seat beside him. “How is your arm?”

“I hadn’t thought about it once until now.” He grumbled. He lifted his sleeve to the bandage which had stained through a bit. You took his arm, smoothing your palms over the bandage. You felt that shiver creep through him again and you glanced up to his face. His eyes were averted, but his cheeks looked dark.

“Does it hurt?” You gently kneaded his wrist, slowly moving to his palm and fingers.

His brow pinched. “No. What are you doing?”

The stones in your belly turned to nervous butterflies. “I used to massage my father’s hands. I thought you might like it. I can stop if-”

“No. It’s fine.” He tilted his head down. “It’s pleasant.” He took another drink.

“What are you drinking?” You asked.

“Plum wine,” He offered the cup. “Would you like some?”

You took hold of the small cup and smiled. Taking a sip, you chest felt instantly warmed. “It’s strong! My mother would approve.”

Saito chuckled. “Would you like more?”

“Perhaps when I have eaten.” You take his other hand and massage it as well. “How did you get hurt?”

Saito scoffed. “I made a foolish mistake. It is my own fault that I got hurt.”

You looked up into his eyes as you continued kneading his hand. “We all make those mistakes. There is nothing wrong with it.”

“But it was in front of my own students,” he grumbled.

“It’s still a lesson for them,” you said softly. “It makes them realize that even you, their master, are still growing and still improving. It makes the goal you’ve set for them seem obtainable.”

He pouted as he looked down. “A lesson huh?”

Saito’s palm is rough and calloused from his sword. They feel so hard, so strong. You begin to imagine what they’d feel like upon your skin and you have to take a breath.

Saito takes your hand, gently holding it as he gazes over it. He then looks into your eyes, and for a moment, you hold your breath. “It’s so small.”

It had been a concern that he didn’t find you attractive at all. You were so small compared to him. You had worried you weren’t womanly enough for him, and perhaps that was why you two hadn’t consummated yet.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your heart leapt into your chest. “What?”

Saito kissed your knuckles. “You’re so small, I worry that I’ll hurt you.” Your fingers brushed against his lips as well as his great tusks.

Your throat became dry and you tried to swallow. “You are worried?” You were in disbelief.

Saito sighed, taking another drink of the plum wine and refilling his glass. “I have trained all my life to be strong, to be able to handle anyone who stood in my way. It did not matter their size, I could fight them all. But I do not know how to approach you.”

This was still hard to take in. As much as you had worried, he had been feeling the same way. There was just no way!

“But I want to,” he murmured over his glass before taking another drink.

Your heart fluttered. “You do?”

Saito sighed heavily. “On our wedding day I was terrified. I saw you beside me, like this perfect little doll, and I feared I would ruin it.”

You placed your hand upon his knee. “But I am not a doll. I am flesh, and blood, and I am sure you know how to handle such things.”

Saito scoffed. “Flesh and blood, I have seen too much of both in the world. So much blood-” His voice drifted.

“I must confess,” you chirped, “I was nervous too. Terrified, like you. But I feared I was not enough for you. Since I am so small, and you are so big. So loved. You’re a hero and I am just-”

Saito’s eyes cut down to you. “Just what?”

“Small,” you murmured.

Saito drank another cup and he took hold of your hand, squeezing it tight. “Some of my most dangerous adversaries were small. Do not underestimate yourself, my bride.” He gave you a smile then moved his hand upon your cheek. “I know firsthand how that can be an advantage.”

You were breathless from his touch. “How?”

“In many ways.” His fingers brushed against your lips. “You can hide much better, sneak around much quieter. You could ambush or surprise someone quite easily.” His eyes became focused on your lips. “Your beauty can be used as well.”

You swallowed and caught your breath. “How so?”

“You could easily steal a kiss,” he murmured. “Like this.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. A soft moan escaped your mouth but you melted into his touch. When he pulled away, you were breathless and warm all over.

“I see.” You touched your fingertips to your lips. “Uhm-” Your mind was drifting far away, but Saito was inching ever closer. His lips pressed to your neck and his hand went around your waist.

“Saito-” You whimpered. You were in his lap now, being held and devoured by him. He pulled down your dress kissing and nibbling your shoulder. It felt so nice, but strange as well. “Wait, please-” You finally managed to speak out. His lips lingered on your bare shoulder before he pulled away.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “So sorry I-”

You shook your head. “Can we go slow?” You stomach was flopping around inside. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Where are my manners?” Saito kissed you again then scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to bed laying you down as gently as he could. He stood back, stripping away his clothes. “Give me a moment, my bride. A moment is all I need.” He kneeled down upon the edge of the bed, taking hold of your ankles. He smoothed his great palms up under your skirt, his eyes focused upon yours the entire time.

Your heart was pounding, his touch was gentle, his palms rough. “What are you going to do?”

“Something any good husband should be willing to do.” He knelt down, kissing your leg, exposing it to the air. His tongue darted along your skin, making you shiver. He spread your thighs, kneeling down lower to kiss them and place his head between them. You felt him grow closer and closer to that delicate place. Your belly swam on a sea of nerves and excitement. You reached down, taking hold of his hair in your hand, gently tugging on the root, and Saito moaned against your thigh.

“Easy now,” he growled. His lips then found purchase upon your mound. You flinched, his tongue gilded over the folds. “It’s lovely.”

You tried to say something but he stole your breath with another deep kiss. His tongue lapped between the folds, finding where you were most sensitive. Your fingers coiled harder into his hair, pulling tightly, making him moan against you. His tongue lapped again, making you breathless. His fingers soon joined, teasing and tracing you, making you weaker and more aroused.

Saito lifted his head, gazing up hungrily at you. “I’m going to do more. Is that okay?”

You shivered, barely able to speak but you nodded. He lowered back down, returning to his work. His lips circled that sensitive bud while his finger slipped inside. It felt strange but also strangely pleasant. His kisses aroused you while his finger worked to heighten the elation. Your toes curled, your back arched. It was such a rush of desire and emotions you felt as though you were levitating.

You woke in the morning with Saito sleeping on your belly. Your body felt somehow new, your legs still didn’t feel quite right. You moaned softly, remembering how Saito had brought you to a peak of ecstasy you’d thought was only possible in stories. You reached down, stroking your fingers through his long hair while he slept. He began to stir, his shoulders twitched and his eyes looked up at you.

In silence you both sat up, sitting across from each other. You breathed, wanting this man before you. You slowly removed your clothing, letting it fall from your shoulders while his gaze never faltered. You moved closer, placing your hands upon his chest.

“Good morning, my husband,” you whispered.

Saito chuckled. He captured a hand and kissed the palm lovingly. “I should be terrified right now.”

You kissed his neck, feeling him tremble. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him down so your small chest pressed against his large one. You kissed him, feeling the urgency grow better the two of you.

“Was last night a dream?” You whispered.

“Perhaps I drank too much, but no, I don’t think so.” His hands slipped down your body. “I remember you very vividly.”

You bit back your smile. “I’ve never felt like that before.”

Saito lowered himself down, breathing against your skin. “I can do it again. And again. And again.”

You shivered and gently pushed him back and looked into his eyes. “I don’t know if I could withstand so much.”

His smile grew. “Maybe not now. But over time, I can see you becoming very strong.” He kissed your cheek. “Formidable even.” He pressed you down into the bed, covering you with his strong, large body. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight as his kisses covered your skin. His fingers started teasing you, awakening the same desire from last night.

The morning was short lived though, as you did have to return home quickly. The rest of the day though, your mind was filled with Saito. His touch, his voice, they all came to haunt you as you tried to go about your day. Saito was tending to his students. The reason you had rushed getting back was that he was worried about them and the cold. He hadn’t been prepared for the snow to come like it did.

That evening though, when he usually would meditate before bed, he came to bed early. You were brushing your hair as he walked into the room. You smiled at him, then turned shyly back to the mirror.

“Would you mind brushing mine as well?” Saito voice sent chills down your spine. You looked back up at him as he took down his hair, letting it flow freely around his shoulders.

“Come sit.” You patted the floor and stood as he took the seat. You happily brushed his hair, thinking you wouldn’t be allowed. “Your hair really is beautiful.”

“Do you think so?” Saito swallowed. “Good, I’m glad.”

You bit your lip, another daring question came to your mind. “Should I braid it for you as well?”

Saito glanced over his shoulder at you. “I would greatly enjoy that.”

You combed your fingers through his hair to separate it, purposefully stroking the nape of his neck. This made him take a sharp breath, then groaned low as you began to braid.

“I hope I did not disappoint you this morning,” he murmured.

You placed your hands upon his shoulders. “I understand why we had to leave. It didn’t bother me at all.”

Saito took your hand again. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to continue.”

Your chest fluttered. “I would be a fool to turn you away.” You went and sat before him, placing your hands upon his lap. “I only hope I can satisfy you, dear husband.”

His tongue licked up his tusk and he growled. “I just worry I will hurt you.”

That was a concern for you too. He was so big, and he was big everywhere. You were sure his...manhood was just as big as the rest of him. But, after last night and that morning, you wanted to repay his affection somehow. “If we take our time I’m sure it will be fine.”

Saito glanced away with a stern set to his brow. He then took a breath and nodded. “You tell me stop, and I will stop. If I hurt you, I’m not sure I could stand myself.”

You placed a finger upon his lips. “All I know is I want to try. I know you will not willfully try to hurt me.” You then opened up your robe, showing him your bare skin, your small chest. His eyes lingered there, focusing on your nipples. His fingers brushed against them, making them stiff at the slightest touch.

You moved in closer, placing yourself between his legs. Your hands trembled as you moved to touch him. You had only dreamt of such things, you weren’t sure you would be able to please him properly.

“I want to touch you,” your voice quivered. “But will you place my hand upon it?”

Saito nodded, taking your hand and moving it under his robe. He pressed your palm upon something warm and thick. He moaned softly as your fingers squeezed. You closed your eyes, trying to picture in your mind's eye what it could look like.

“It’s yours,” he whispered into your ear. “You can do with it as you wish.” His free hand rested upon the small of your back. “My body is yours. To protect you, to comfort you, to please you. Command me and I’ll move it.”

You opened your eyes to look up at him. “Saito-” You had never felt so assured before and so at ease with someone. His words felt so sweet in your ears. “M-me too.” You wished you could have been as eloquent as he was in that moment.

Saitor chuckled and you felt him pulse under your palm. “That sweet hand upon me, move it just a little.”

You did so, stroking the length of it. “It’s kind of nice.”

“Would you like to see it?”

You swallowed then slowly moved your hand back as he removed his robe completely. The thick shaft laid against his thigh, darker than the rest of his skin. It pulsed as you looked at it, and the tip began to glisten.

You bit your lip as you touched again, tapping your fingers against the shiny hood of the top. “It’s so warm.”

Saito leaned in close to your ear again. “The real warmth here is you.” His hand on your back tightened. “That soft, wet channel between your thighs, it’s the gate to heaven.” His hand moved up, brushing against your chest. “It tasted as sweet as it felt.”

Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking it the more he spoke to you.

“The way you breathed when I touched you, the way the inner walls clung to my fingers. I forgot there was snow outside.” Saito’s fingers pressed against your mound again, finding that sensitive bud and tapping it. “I never felt more like a man than when I made you cry out in that highest pleasure.” The hungry look in his eyes made you dizzy.

You smiled shyly. “Can you do it again?”

He looked you up and down with a smile. “How would you like me?”

You laid back upon the floor, pulling your legs up and spreading them as Saito watched. He climbed over top of you, kissing you as his hands went down your body. His lips trailed, going to your small breasts, your belly, and back between your legs. You grabbed hold of his long braid pulling it as his tongue found that sweet epicenter again. He moaned against you, sending waves of pleasure through you. You pulled again on his braid and the moans grew deeper and louder.

“Saito,” you whimpered.

He looked up and slowly rose. He licked his lips, the sides of his tusks. Saito moved in closer and you felt it. His shaft rubbed against your thigh and you reached for it. He grunted, shutting his eyes tight as you moved it.

“Are you sure?” He breathed.

“Try, please?” You felt him below. “Just to see.”

Saito breathed and positioned himself better. He moved your hand aside, slowly placing himself at your mound. You felt him slip against you before pressing. You tried to relax, taking calming breaths like he did when he meditated. You then felt something solid inside. Like his fingers before, only more. You whimpered, grabbing hold of his arms.

“Is it okay?” His voice was a low growl.

“Yes, keep going.” You held a hand up to him and he lowered down to place his cheek into it. You gasped as he gently pushed deeper. He watched you intently, making sure nothing was wrong.

“I’m going to move a bit.” He placed a hand under your back. His body went lower, he felt closer to you while also pulling away. He went inside again and you moaned. Slowly by slowly, Saito moved faster, a little deeper. He was inside you, as a husband. You clung to him, wanting him against you. His body was heavy and big, yet you found you couldn’t get enough of him. His heat, his desire, they were one in the same with yours.

You’re unable to get out of bed the following morning. Your legs feel far too weak. Saito stays with you as long as he can, but eventually has to tend to his students.

“Last night you were remarkable,” he whispered before he had to leave. “My little wife really impressed me.”

You smiled shyly, almost unable to look at him. “I wouldn’t say I’m that little. After last night I feel just as big as you are, my husband.”

Saito’s cheeks darkened and he chuckled. He leaned down, giving you a long kiss. His hair was still in the braid you had done last night. “Don’t get me excited.” he kissed your cheek. “I will come and check on you this afternoon. Until then, enjoy your rest. You’ve earned it.”

“Saito!” You called out before he left the door. “I uhm-” You clammed up as he turned to look at you.

Saito smiled. “What is it?”

“I uhm...I wanted to say uhm-” You swallowed, trying to banish your nerves. “My body is yours,” your voice trembled.  “To protect you, to comfort you, to please you, to love you.” You watched his expression as it became so soft. “Co-command me and I’ll-”

“I know,” he smiled. “Everything you said, I will take it and give it back to you.” He blew a kiss to you.

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The bats of Pokémon through the eyes of a bat nerd (who also used no references so they're a tiny bit iffy)

Forgot to bring my tablet so I'm playing with dad's rainbow markers and pens. I kinda dig it actually but my phone cannot take proper photos of them lol

Nerdy stuff about design choices and lots of bat facts under the cut if you're interested in that!

Zubat is mainly modelled after Vespertillionidae and Natalidae species, inheriting both families' pointy faces and dense fur that often covers their eyes, making them appear blind (except zubat actually is blind). Their wings are broad, more akin to a Megadermatidae species, which was just a choice based off of the original design. Broader wings allow for increased manoeuvrability at the cost of speed in real species. Their legs are long and spindly, another trait borrowed from Natalidae.

Golbat still has zubat's woolly fur to keep its rounded appearance but has narrower wings as well as stumpy ears and a large mouth, all traits gleaned from free-tailed bats, the latter a trait specifically of the genus Otomops. They really do look like that sometimes yes. Its large feet are borrowed from the fish-eating myotis (Myotis vivesi) who frankly has even bigger feet than this guy. Bats are wacky lol

Crobat has a mostly furred face similar to Pteropid, Rhinolophid or Phyllostomid bats. Its ears are more fantasy and not modelled after any existing species. I had hairy-tailed bats of the genus Lasiurus on the mind while interpreting the little tufts on its bum, here they're meant to be fluff hanging off the uropatagium. It has very narrow wings similar to Molossid bats, and it fits for such a speedy Pkmn! (Fun fact: a Molossid bat was the fastest recorded vertical flight of any animal)

Woobat is inspired by Desmodus species, more commonly known as vampire bats. While their cousins the Honduran white bat (Ectophylla albus) is more commonly the interpretation, I chose Desmodus instead for its flat, heart-shaped noses and similar dental structure. The excess in fur is more attributed to the same families as in zubat, but with some more Lasiurine influence.

Swoobat's choice in inspiration was pretty obvious to me at first: the heart-nosed bat (Cardioderma cor)! The furred face and ears joined at the base is indeed inspired by Megadermatid bats but otherwise it has probably the most mixed influences of all these designs. I once again took the flat, heart-shaped nose from Desmodus species like I did with its pre-evo, and then its tail was adapted from Rhinopoma species (fittingly known as mouse-tailed bats!) as well as Molossid (free-tailed) bats. From an entirely nerdy perspective swoobat is easily my favorite, it really highlights a lot of chiropteran diversity whether intentional or not.

Noibat has joined ears like swoobat, inherited from Megadermatid bats (and sometimes Molossids) and is the first to have an actual nose-leaf, partially influenced by trident bats of the genus Asellia. I was kind of imagining that the bare patch between the tufts of black fur were present because they housed scent glands like in Emballonurid (sac-winged) bats who have similar bald patches. (I don't know a ton about Emballonurid bats unfortunately, so I'm not sure whether this is a family-wide occurrence or attributed to certain genii, lol. If anybody knows feel free to tell! I think some Molossids have scent glands too so heck throw them in as well)

Noivern is easily the most fantastical of the bunch, more dragon than bat, but it wouldn't feel right not to include him. He's got the same design choices on the face that its pre-evolution has (joined ears and nose-leaf) but otherwise doesn't have any more specific influences in batty terms. However, I turned the tragus into that little protrusion under the ear of the original design which I thought was kind of clever ;)

#traditional art #pokemon #bats #chiroptera #zubat #golbat #crobat #woobat #swoobat #noibat #noivern #lots of batty fun facts #mixed media

[puppetmaster13u]

So this Au still needs a name, BUT

I have figured out what Most of the pokemon evolved from! It only took uh, lemme look at a clock, a week or three!

For those not interested in clicking a link, it's a pokemon/dc crossover but pokemon is straight up just a Gotham thing. Like, the flora and fauna and everything else have become corrupted/ mutated/ adapted, etc into strange creatures with stranger abilities thanks to the chemicals, magic, death pits, curses, and everything else all mixing together.

So anyway, have a list of what each pokemon originally were before Gotham got a hold of them. Some things brought into Gotham (such as via zoos, museums, or rogues or whatever) and others always there. Do keep in mind I am (mostly) not including Legendaries because I'm still not sure if I want those in the Au yet lol.

Canines 

Vulpix Lines (Foxes) 

Growlithe Lines (Large Dog Breeds) 

Abra Line (Fox) 

Snubbul Line (Bulldog Mix Breed) 

Houndour Line (Medium Dog Breeds) 

Smeargle (Beagle Mix Breed) 

Poochyena Line (Hyena) 

Electrike Line (Maned Wolf) 

Absol (Samoyed Mix Breed) 

Riolu Line (Egyptian Wolf) 

Lillipup Line (Terrier Mix Breed) 

Zorua Lines (Wolf) 

Fennekin Line (Fox) 

Furfrou (Poodle Mix Breed) 

Rockruff Lines (Akita Mix Breed) 

Nickit Line (Red Fox) 

Yamper Line (Small Dog Breeds) 

Fidough Line (Dachshund Mix Breed) 

Greavard Line (Sheepdog Mix Breed) 

Felines 

Meowth Lines (Domestic Cats) 

Eevee Lines (Domestic Cats) 

Skitty Line (Shorthair Cat) 

Shinx Line (Lynx) 

Glameow Line (Domestic Cat) 

Purrloin Line (Domestic Cat) 

Litleo Line (Lion) 

Espurr Line (Folded-Ear Cat) 

Litten Line (Tiger) 

Sprigatito Line (Lynx) 

Rodents 

Rattata Line (Domestic Rat) 

Alolan Rattata (Wild Rat) 

Pikachu Lines (House Mouse) 

Clefairy Line (Chinchilla) 

Azurill Line (Vole) 

Plusle (Long-Eared Woodrat)

Minun (Long-Eared Woodrat) 

Bidoof Line (Beaver) 

Pachirisu (Squirrel) 

Minccino Line (Chinchilla) 

Emolga (Flying Squirrel) 

Chespin Line (Chipmunk) 

Dedenne (Gerbil) 

Togedemaru (Spiny Rat) 

Skwovet Line (Red Squirrel) 

Morpeko (Guinea Pig) 

Pawmi Line (Viscacha)

Tandemaus (Field Mouse)

Birds 

Pidgey Line (Waxwings) 

Spearow Line (Sparrow) 

Doduo Line (Kiwi Bird) 

Magby Line (Duck) 

Hoothoot Line (Horned Owl) 

Togepi Line (Chicken Eggs) 

Natu Line (Quail) 

Murkrow Line (Crows) 

Delibird (Penguin) 

Skarmory (Condor) 

Torchic Line (Chicken) 

Taillow Line (Barn Swallow) 

Wingull Line (Seagull) 

Swablu Line (Lorikeet) 

Piplup Line (Penguin) 

Starly Line (Starling) 

Chatot (Parrot) 

Pidove Line (Pigeon) 

Ducklett Line (Swan) 

Rufflet Line (Eagle) 

Vullaby Line (Vulture) 

Fletchling Line (Robin) 

Spritzee Line (Grosbeak) 

Hawlucha (Raptor Bird) 

Rowlett Line (Owl) 

Pikipek Line (Toucans) 

Oricorio(s) (Honeycreepers) 

Rookidee Line (Corvid) 

Cramorant (Cormorant)

Eiscue (Penguin) 

Quaxly Line (Duck) 

Squawkabilly (Parakeet) 

Wattrel Line (Petrel) 

Flittle Line (Ostrich) 

Bombirdier (Stork) 

Flamigo (Flamingo) 

Reptiles 

Charmander Line (Newt) 

Squirtle Line (Box Turtle) 

Ekans Line (Ringneck Snake) 

Lapras (Sea Turtle) 

Dratini Line (Sea Snake) 

Totodile Line (Alligator) 

Dunsparce Line (Snake) 

Larvitar Line (Spiny Lizard) 

Treecko Line (Leaf-Tailed Lizard) 

Aron Line (Terrapin) 

Torkoal (Snapping Turtle) 

Seviper (Viper) 

Kecleon (Chameleon) 

Turtwig Line (Box Turtle) 

Snivy Line (Vine Snake) 

Sandile Line (Crocodile) 

Scraggy Line (Lizard) 

Tirtouga Line (Sea Turtle) 

Helioptile Line (Frilled-Neck Lizard) 

Salandit Line (Skink) 

Turtonator (Sideneck Turtle) 

Jangmo-o Line (Geckos) 

Sobble Line (Basilisk Lizard) 

Chewtle Line (Snapping Turtle) 

Silicobra Line (Cobra) 

Fuecoco Line (Crocodile) 

Cyclizar Lines (Anole) 

Amphibians

Bulbasaur Line (Toad) 

Poliwag Lines (Tadpool) 

Slowpoke Lines (Salamander) 

Lickitung (Tailed Frog) 

Happiny Line (Axolotl) 

Wooper Lines (Axolotl) 

Bagon Line (Salamander) 

Croagunk Line (Frog) 

Tympole Line (Toad) 

Froakie Line (Frog) 

Toxel Line (Salamander) 

Tadbulb Line (Green Frog) 

Fish & Sealife 

Tentacool Line (Jellyfish) 

Shellder Line (Clam) 

Horse Line (Seahorses) 

Goldeen Line (Goldfish) 

Staryu Line (Starfish) 

Magikarp Line (Karp) 

Omanyte Line (Nautilus) 

Chinchou Line (Anglerfish) 

Qwilfish Lines (Pufferfish) 

Corsola Lines (Coral) 

Remoraid Line (Remoras) 

Mantine Line (Manta Ray) 

Mudkip Line (Mudskippers)

Gulpin Line (Sculpin Fish) 

Carvanha Line (Piranha) 

Wailmer Line (Whale) 

Barboach Line (Loach) 

Lileep Line (Crinoid) 

Feebas Line (Bass) 

Clamperl Line (Clam) 

Relicanth (Coelacanth) 

Luvdisc (Discus Fish) 

Gible Line (Shark) 

Finneon Line (Freshwater Butterflyfish) 

Basculin Line (Sea Bass) 

Frillish Lines (Jellyfish) 

Alomomola (Mola Mola Fish) 

Tynamo Line (Electric Eel) 

Stunfisk(s) (Stargazer Fish) 

Inkay Line (Squid) 

Binacle Line (Barnacle)

Skrelp Line (Leafy Seadragon) 

Wishiwashi (Herring/Anchovies) 

Mareanie Line (Crown of Thorns Starfish) 

Pyukumuku (Sea Cucumber) 

Bruxish (Triggerfish) 

Arrokuda Line (Barracuda) 

Clobbopus Line (Octopus) 

Hatenna Line (Jellyfish) 

Pincurchin (Urchin) 

Wiglett Line (Garden Eel) 

Finizen (Dolphin) 

Glimmet Line (Sea Anemone) 

Cetoddle Line (Whale) 

Veluza (Hake Fish) 

Dondozo (Catfish) 

Crustaceans

Krabby Line (Crab) 

Kabuto Line (Horseshoe Crab) 

Corphish Line (Crawfish) 

Dwebble Line (Hermit Crab) 

Clauncher Line (Lobster) 

Crabrawler Line (Crab) 

Klawf (Velvet Crab) 

Insects 

Caterpie Line (Butterfly) 

Weedle Line (Bee Larva) 

Paras Line (Cicada Nymph) 

Venonat Line (Swallowtail Moth) 

Scyther (Praying Mantis) 

Pinsir (Stag Beetle) 

Ledyba Line (Ladybug)

Yanma Line (Dragonfly) 

Pineco Line (Bagworm) 

Heracross (Rhino Beetle) 

Wurmple Lines (Spiked Caterpillars) 

Surskit Line (Water Skater) 

Nincada Lines (Cicada) 

Volbeat (Lightning Bug) 

Illumise (Lightning Bug) 

Trapinch Line (Antlion) 

Kricketot Line (Cricket) 

Burmy Lines (Bagworm) 

Combee Line (Honeybee) 

Sewaddle Line (Leaf Insect) 

Venipede Line (Centipede) 

Karrablast Line (Carabid Beetle) 

Pawniard Line (Beetle) 

Durant (Ant) 

Larvesta Line (Atlas Moth) 

Scatterbug Line (Butterfly) 

Grubbin Line (Stag Beetle) 

Cutiefly Line (Bee Fly) 

Fomantis Line (Orchid Mantis) 

Wimpod Line (Isopod) 

Blipbug Line (Ladybird) 

Sizzlipede Line (Centipede)

Snom Line (Jewel Caterpillar) 

Nymble Line (Grasshopper) 

Rellor Line (Scarab Beetle) 

Arachnids

Spinarak Line (Smiling Spider) 

Skorupi Line (Scorpion)

Joltik (Jumping Spider)

Dewpider (Diving Bell Spider) 

Tarountula Line (Orb Weaver) 

Gastropods

Slugma Line (Iron Snail) 

Shellos Lines (Sea Slugs)

Shelmet Line (Snail) 

Goomy Lines (Slug & Snail) 

Ungulates

Ponyta Lines (Domestic Horses) 

Drowzee Line (Tapir) 

Rhyhorn Line (Rhino) 

Tauros(es) (Large Horned Cows) 

Mareep Line (Sheep) 

Girafarig Line (Giraffe) 

Swinub Line (Mangalica Pigs) 

Phanpy Line (Elephant) 

Stantler Line (Deer) 

Miltank (Milk Cow) 

Numel Line (Camel) 

Spoink Line (Teacup Pig) 

Hippopotas Line (Hippo) 

Tepig Line (Domestic Pig) 

Blitzle Line (Zebra) 

Deerling Line (Deer) 

Bouffalant (Buffalo) 

Skiddo Line (Goat) 

Mudbray Line (Mule) 

Wooloo Line (Sheep) 

Cufant Line (Elephant) 

Lechonk Line (Pig) 

Primates

Mankey Line (Barbary Macaque) 

Aipom Line (Squirrel Monkey) 

Meditite Line (Indri) 

Chimchar Line (Chimpanzee) 

Pansage Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Pansear Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Panpour Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Darumaka Lines (Gibbon) 

Oranguru (Orangutan) 

Grookey Line (Gorilla) 

Mammal

Sandshrew Lines (Armadillo) 

Nidoran Lines (Hedgehog) 

Jigglypuff Line (Capybara) 

Zubat Line (Bat) 

Diglett Line (Mole) 

Psyduck Line (Platypus) 

Seel Line (Seals) 

Cubone Lines (Wombat) 

Kangaskhan (Kangaroo) 

Snorlax (Bear) 

Cyndaquil Lines (Echidna) 

Sentret Line (Ferret) 

Gligar Line (Scorpionfly) 

Teddiursa Line (Brown Bear) 

Sneasel Lines (Weasel) 

Zigzagoon Lines (Raccoon) 

Slakoth Line (Sloth) 

Whismur Line (Rabbit) 

Spinda (Panda) 

Zangoose (Mongoose) 

Spheal Line (Walrus) 

Buizel Line (River Otter) 

Buneary Line (Rabbit) 

Stunky Line (Skunk) 

Oshawott Lines (Sea Otter) 

Patrat Line (Meerkat) 

Woobat Line (Bat) 

Drilbur Line (Mole) 

Auduno (Pika) 

Cubchoo Line (Polar Bear) 

Mienfoo Line (Ermine) 

Heatmoor (Anteater) 

Bunnelby Line (Hare) 

Pancham Line (Panda) 

Noibat Line (Bat) 

Popplio Line (Sea Lion) 

Yungoos Line (Mongoose) 

Passimian (Lemur) 

Komola (Koala) 

Scorbunny Line (Wild Hare) 

Shroodle Line (Tenrecs) 

Living Fossils & Dinosaurs

Aerodactyl (Pterosaur) 

Anorith Line (Anomalocaris) 

Cranidos Line (Pachycephalosaurus) 

Shieldon Line (Ceratops) 

Archen Line (Archaeopteryx) 

Axew Line (Hadrosaurid) 

Tyrunt Line (Tyrannosaurus) 

Amaura Line (Amargasaurus) 

Dracozolt (Raptor-Rex) 

Arctozolt (Raptor-Plesiosaur)

Dracovish (Dunkleosteus-Rex) 

Arctovish(Dunkleosteus-Plesiosaur) 

Dreepy Line (Diplocaulus)

Great Tusk (Mammoth) 

Slither Wing (Prehistoric Lepidoptera)

Roaring Moon (Unknown Fossil/Time Travel)

Walking Wake (Dryptosaurus) 

Gouging Fire (Styracosaurus) 

Raging Bolt (Brontosaurus) 

Living Plants & Fungi 

Oddish Lines (Mandrake) 

Bellsprout Line (Pitcher Plant) 

Exeggcute Lines (Palm Seeds) 

Tangela Line (Seagrass) 

Chikorita Line (Pear) 

Hoppip Line (Dandelion) 

Sunkern Line (Sunflower) 

Shuckle (Slime Mold) 

Lotad Line (Lilypad) 

Seedot Line (Acorn) 

Shroomish Line (Mushroom) 

Budew Line (Rose) 

Cacnea Line (Cactus) 

Tropius (Banana Tree) 

Cherubi Line (Cherries) 

Carnivine (Venus Flytrap) 

Snover Line (Pine) 

Cottonee Line (Cotton Plants)

Petilil Lines (Lily Flower) 

Maractus (Flowering Cactus) 

Foongus Line (Mushrooms) 

Ferroseed Line (Durian Fruit) 

Flabebe Line (Flower) 

Pumpkaboo Line (Pumpkin) 

Morelull Line (Hallucinogenic Fungi) 

Bounsweet Line (Mangosteen) 

Comfey (Flowering Vine) 

Gossifleur Line (Cotton Plant) 

Applin Lines (Apples) 

Smoliv Line (Olive & Olive Tree) 

Bramblin Line (Thorns) 

Toadscool Line (Toadstool) 

Capsakid Line (Peppers) 

Stone & Gemstone

Geodude Lines (Rocks) 

Onix Line (Stone) 

Nosepass Line (Stone Statue) 

Sableye (Gemstones) 

Lunatone (Rock Carving) 

Solrock (Rock Carving)

Roggenrola Line (Geode) 

Druddigon (Gargoyle) 

Golett Line (Stone Statues) 

Carbink (Diamond) 

Diancie (Pink Diamond) 

Sandygast Line (Sand) 

Minior (Meteor) 

Stakataka (Stone Bricks) 

Rolycoly Line (Coal) 

Stonjourner (Stone Brick) 

Objects & Material

Magnemite Line (Magnets) 

Grimer Lines (Toxic Waste) 

Voltorb Lines (Balls) 

Porygon Line (Digital Data) 

Bonsly Line (Fake Trees) 

Wynaut Line (Doll) 

Baltoy Line (Clay Doll)

Shuppet Line (Doll) 

Duskull Line (Skull) 

Chimecho (Wind Chime) 

Drifloon Line (Balloon) 

Chingling (Bell) 

Bronzor Line (Mirror) 

Rotom (Digital Virus) 

Shaymin (Chia Pet) 

Munna Line (Pillow) 

Yamask Lines (Old Masks) 

Trubbish Line (Trash) 

Gothita Line (Dress) 

Solosis Line (Giant Cell) 

Klink Line (Gears) 

Litwick Line (Candles) 

Cryogonal (Ice) 

Honedge Line (Sword) 

Klefki (Keychains) 

Bergmite Lines (Ocean Ice) 

Stufful Line (Teddy Bear) 

Dhelmise (Ship Anchor) 

Xurkitree (Wiring) 

Meltan Line (Mercury) 

Sinistea Line (Teaset) 

Falinks (Toy) 

Duraludon Line (Skyscrapers/Bridges) 

Nacli Line (Salt) 

Charcadet Lines (Armour) 

Varoom Line (Engines) 

Foods

Vanillite Line (Ice Cream) 

Swirlix Line (Cotton Candy) 

Milcery Line (Cream) 

Tatsugiri(s) (Sushi) 

Poltchageist Line (Matcha Tea) 

‘Unknown’ Origins 

Machop Line

Gastly Line (Ghosts) 

Tyrogue Lines

Koffing Lines (Poison Gases) 

Elekid Line

Ditto 

Misdreavus Line (Ghosts) 

Unown(s) (Runes) 

Ralts Lines (Dolls) 

Makuhita Line

Mawile (Yokai) 

Castform (Paper Doll) 

Snorunt Line

Spritomb (Lazarus Pit)

Timburr

Sigilyph 

Deino Line 

Phantump (Forest Child Ghost) 

Mimikyu (Lone Ghost Children) 

Drampa

Marshadow (Shadows) 

Impidimp Line (Children) 

Indeedee 

Tinkatink Line 

Orthworm (Earth Worms) 

Altered Via Outside Influence 

Beldum Line (Alien Technology) 

Deoxys (Alien DNA & Cloning) 

Elgyem (Alien Technology) 

Genesect (Alien Tech & Cloning) 

Iron Moth (Luthor Tech & Alien Tech) 

Iron Thorns (Luthor Tech & Alien Tech) 

Iron Valiant (Wayne Collab) 

Iron Leaves (Wayne Collab)

Iron Crown (Wayne Collab)

Iron Boulder (Wayne Collab)

FURTHER MINI RAMBLES

⏵Most non-sapient plant variation has happened in things such as berries & fruits 

⏵It’s noted that many of the creatures show signs of convergent evolution to other animals & plants, especially in further mutations

⏵Several animals & other things not native to Gotham or New Jersey were brought in as experiments or for the Gotham Zoo which were affected over time

Like IRL Animals & Plants, They Can Have Mutations & Color Variations:

Normal color/Pattern [Very Common]

“Shinies” [Uncommon color variant] 

Piebaldism/Vitiligo [Patches of no melanism] 

Albinism [No melanism] 

Leucism [No melanism save for eyes] 

Melanism [Excess black] 

Erythrism [Excess red] 

Axanthism [No yellow & more blue] 

Xanthochromism [Excess yellow] 

Chimerism [2 offspring fused] 

Gynandromorphism [Split & both male/female]

#batman au #batman #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #pokemon crossover #DC x Pokemon #pokemon #Gotham is just Like That #I do still need ideas for what the batfam all mimic #dc #dcu #dc crossover #cryptid batfamily #rambles #feel free to ask questions #world building #DCxPokemon #PokemonxDC

[cryptidclaw]

Birdflight!

Design Notes:

This is actually the exact same drawing as the last Bridflight/Runningwind design I posted, I just added my little eye shine thing I started doing and I added my preferred font for the names!

Bird is a dilute red tabby, but he's a dusty color which makes him a bit more brown like in his canon description! I made him this color so that Sandstorm's color could be explained! She takes after Bird a lot!

Character Bio:

Birdflight

(Runningwind)

Gay; Cis Tom; he/him

Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 3 cycles, 7 moons; 30 Hyrs

Title meaning: -flight = this is an especially fast cat and/or a cat especially good at jumping; this cat always has energy

Hunt Charge of Thunder Order; Birdflight is one of the fastest and adept hunters of the Order, something he passed on to his daughter Sandstorm.

Mothers: Fogtalon (biological); Leopardfoot

Sire: Sparrowpelt

Siblings: Mousebite

Mate: Redtail

Kits: Sandstorm; Poppy; Flint

Grandkits:  Squirrelflight; Leafpool; Foxleap; Icecloud; Briarlight; Bumblestripe; Blossomfall

(note Leaf, Fox, Ice and Briar are not grandkits by blood)

Other notable kin: Specklesnap (aunt); Lionheart (cousin); Goldenflower (cousin)

Extra notes: Sandstorm got her confidence from him, Bird also spoiled her way too much, but he just loved his kit a lot <3

Sandstorm reminded Bird so much of his older sister Mousebite, it was uncanny how similar of personalities they had. He as glad that Mouse wasn't made Sand's mentor, he feared that the two paired together would be an unstoppable force of sass and mockery.

....

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Birdflight an au version of Runningwind from warrior cats. His is walking with his left paw raised, and his right side showing, he has a kind, happy expression on his face. He is a short furred, slender light brown/ tan sandy colored tabby tom with green eyes. He has a light cream under nelly, muzzle and paws, and his stripes are an even darker shade of brown along his back, tail, and on some of his face markings. His inner ears, nose and paw pads are all a light pink color./End ID]

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #runningwind #runningwind design #birdflight #warrior cats design #warrior cats #warriors #warriors au #warrior cats au

[pilot-boi]

AU idea: Alyx lived, was at the tree this whole time, and she and some Afterans come to Remnant (Curious, Somewhat, Juniper, Jabberwalker, Herbalist, etc) and are changed into Remnantians (humans or faunus). What do you think their new names and semblances would be? And weapons if possible.

Well I mean first of all Alyx would still be named Alyx. She’s a Remnantian after all, she can keep her name. Her weapon is of course a knife of some kind, I’m leaning towards one of those Chinese ones on the ropes, feel like she’d be brutal with one of those

I don’t see any reason why Juniper couldn’t be named that, as well. It’s a legitimate name, plus it’s a color. I’ve drawn her before as a rabbit Faunus child with very pale coloring. She wouldn’t have a Semblance or a weapon, because she’s a child

Curious would obviously be a cat Faunus. I’m leaning towards tail as their trait, because of the amount of emoting and gesturing they did with it. I would name them Chester (a nod to the Cheshire Cat). I don’t know about weapon, but their Semblance would be similar to Jax (giving part of their soul to other people to influence their decisions)

Somewhat is of course a mouse Faunus. (All these animal characters are easy lol) Their trait are their ears, and I envision them as a short teen with fluffy, light brown hair. As for name, I’d name them Molly (because the dormouse’s name is Mallymkun, and the name also means little) Their Semblance lets them change their size for a short period of time (Little to Somewhat), but they get very tired afterwards

The Herbalist can just be named Herb, that works out find. He’s got grumpy old librarian energy, but he’s a good guy at heart. He doesn’t fight with a weapon, and instead prioritizes using his Semblance to mind-whammy opponents. Gotta love leaf drugs

That’s all the ones I’m gonna do for now. If there’s any others you want me to think about, just hit me up!

#rwby #curious cat #alyx #herbalist #little #somewhat #juniper #mine #asks #anonymous

[poweroftwelve]

Main Story: Into the Wild (Part 1)

A forest – an often-large expanse of area covered chiefly by trees and undergrowth. Its greenery was shadowed by the darkness of night, only alit by the half moon, which reflected but the sun’s sleeping gaze, yet none of its warmth. A forest like that was not unlike any other forest.

The forest – the place where four trees stood tall at its center, and a mouse may be victim to their claws. It was a place where not everyone roamed equal, a single leaf belonging to one group or another – four to be exact. Yes, the forest was divided, like the very trees at their center. And those who perhaps poked their noses too close might find harsh hisses and crass claws chasing them back, as no outsider was welcomed.

The forest – this forest – was their forest.

The forest was alive this night. What was once silence was broken by sleek dark bodies leaping from the cover of the undergrowth, colliding with not all too different figures who lurched from the river’s water.

They were cats, all of them.

One side from the undergrowth, and the other from the river, the warring felines collided, spitting and hissing as the clearing would soon be filled with the sounds of battle.

“Oakheart!” At the center of the frenzy, a massive dark brown tabby would pin a reddish-brown cat, who still dripped with water. The tabby snarled, claws digging into the wet cat’s shoulders. “How dare you hunt in our territory? The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!”

A glint of amusement flashed in the red cat’s eyes. “After tonight, Tigerclaw, this will just be another RiverClan hunting ground.” His voice was smooth and calculating. He whisked his tail underneath the tabby, right as a warning yowl echoed from the shore.

“More RiverClan warriors are coming!”

Tigerclaw’s amber eyes looked up to see the sleek, wet bodies emerging from the black water, leaping into the fray without even pausing to shake themselves off. Distracted by the new arrivals, Tigerclaw would hiss as Oakheart’s back paw raked down his belly, forcing him off the tom. As the two enemy warriors stood across from one another, Tigerclaw curled back his lip and snarled.

“You may swim like otters, but you and your warriors don’t belong here!”

The desperate cry of a molly caused Tigerclaw’s ear to prick. A stone gray RiverClan tom had his clanmate pinned down underneath him, teeth dangerously close to her neck. With a small growl, Tigerclaw turned his back on Oakheart, rushing to the molly’s side. He knocked the enemy warrior away from her, eyes flashing as he yelled.

“Quick Mousefur, run!”

With a deep gash in her shoulder, the dusky brown molly winced as she pushed herself to her paws. Almost tripping over herself, she managed to hurry away, Tigerclaw relaxing as she disappeared back into the bushes.

But in the thick of battle, one could never relax. The RiverClan tom fought back, his large and muscular frame making him stand out amongst his RiverClan brethren. Challenging Tigerclaw’s own strength, he forced himself up, raking his claws across Tigerclaw’s face. Tigerclaw spat with rage as the bridge of his nose was sliced open. Blood blinded him for an instant, but that didn’t stop him from lunging forward. He sank his teeth into the hind leg of his enemy, and despite his size, pulled his weight out from under him, and dragged him over the forest floor. The gray tom hissed in pain, managing to struggle free before racing away. Tigerclaw stood up, raising his head triumphantly.

“Tigerclaw!” The yowl for his name made the dark tabby tense, the familiar voice causing his fur to lie flat, and his body to straighten. He was immediately at attention, as he looked up to see a tortoiseshell tom with a tail as red as a fox. “There are too many RiverClan warriors. We have to retreat!”

“No Redtail!” Tigerclaw yowled back. “ThunderClan will never be beaten! This is our territory!” Blood dribbled from his wounded muzzle, droplets scattering as he shook his massive head in defiance.

But alas, Redtail’s gaze didn’t waver. “ThunderClan will honor your courage Tigerclaw, but we cannot afford to lose any more warriors.” His voice seemed to want to convince Tigerclaw, but his own look of frustration betrayed the warrior shame he felt in losing this battle. Still, the tortoiseshell raised his head high as he looked around at the warring frenzy. “Bluestar would never expect her warriors to fight against these impossible odds. We will have another chance to avenge this defeat.” He met Tigerclaw’s amber gaze steadily, before springing up onto a boulder at the edge of the trees.

“Retreat, ThunderClan! Retreat!” Redtail yowled. His words caused an immediate shift in the battle. At once his warriors squirmed and struggled away from their opponents. For a moment, the RiverClan cats looked confused. Was this battle so easily won? Oakheart pushed his way forward, raising his head as he let out a cry of victory. The gray tom from before quickly joined him, followed by the rest of their clanmates. With a flick of his tail, Redtail led his warriors back into the thick of the forest. ThunderClan slowly disappeared into the trees, though not without disappointed glances and flicks of lashing tails.

Tigerclaw followed last. He stood at the edge of their forest, glancing back at the bloodstained battlefield. His face was grim, eyes furious slits. And as he looked back at their forest, he leaped after his clan, disappearing into its shadows.

The forest was theirs, and they held onto it tight. It was a place where not everyone roamed equal.

The forest was divided, never belonging to one.

The forest was dangerous, and those who came too close might find harsh hisses and crass claws chasing them back.

As no outsider was welcomed.

Allegiances

ThunderClan ShadowClan WindClan RiverClan

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[trashland-llamas]

Meow?

Regulus who puts together that Remus Lupin is a werewolf. His insomnia causing him to spend his nights in the Slytherin common room's entry. A hot chocolate and a battered copy of Alice in Wonderland in hand as he occasionally gazes out the low window. A menagerie consisting of a stag, a mouse, and what looked to be the grim ran down to the Whomping Willow. Sipping as he then saw Madam Pomfrey half-carrying a ghastly looking Remus. Not even needing to check the sky to know it was a full moon. Regulus always found it odd that their astronomy lessons never coincided with one. Bestowed with the secret that his brother was hiding, and how far the Marauders would go for one of their own, he wanted in. Where else would he find the perfect excuse to become an animagus?

Casting a concealment charm on himself, he walked down to the herbology classroom. Taking a few attempts to discern which one held the mandrake from the current week’s lesson. Regulus made sure to put a pair of earmuffs on as he didn’t want to be found dead on the floor. Retracing his steps as he returned, casting a sticking charm once he placed the leaf in his mouth. It’d give him an entire month to figure out the rest of the process needed to turn into an animagus. Regulus didn’t plan on registering as one once he completed the task. If the precious Marauders can get away with it, why can’t he? Thus he spends hours in the library, hiding his research as simple homework.

'What are you up to dear brother?' Sirius mutters to himself.

'Thank you so much for agreeing to this.' Regulus told Professor Slughorn, taking the classroom key from him. 'No troubles. Now I'll be back later in the evening, you can just place the key along the door sill when you leave.' Regulus nodded, watching until the potions professor left the accompanying hallway. Downing the blood-red liquid after the last 'Amato animo animato animagus' left his lips. 'Ugh, that's vile. Only have to do it once though.' Regulus let out a groan of pain, his bones shifting into some form of quadruped. Hair of some sort shooting from every pore. 'Hopefully, this gets easier.' Regulus thought to himself.

‘Alright, who lost their cat this time?’ James asked, plopping the black cat into Sirius’ lap. ‘Huh, you like that kitty-cat?’ Regulus wanted to laugh so badly, but all he could do is purr as Sirius found the right spot behind his ear to scratch. ‘Oi, don’t jinx it now!’ James chastised Remus when the werewolf doubted that the night would go smoothly. ‘We’ve been doing this for 2-3 years now. Yea, stuff can go wrong but you’ll tire yourself out.’ As jealous as Regulus was, he was also touched at how much they cared about one another. Thus he watched, learning their routine.

‘Hey there lovely, that for me?’ Remus asked, seeing the black cat nudge a cup of tea towards him. The liquid somehow not sloshing over. ‘How’d you know the way I like my tea?’ And Remus questioned if he saw the cat shrug or if that was just his mind playing tricks on him. ‘Are you talking to the cat again?’ James sat down across from him, scratching Regulus’ head as he past, rubbing against James’ leg. ‘Gotta find your owner eventually.’ Regulus hoped they’d forget about that despite not wearing a collar. The Marauders adored the cat’s company but they had to remind themselves that the cat didn’t belong to them.

‘Hello Reggie.’ Sirius had figured out why the green eyed cat seemed familiar to him. It didn’t make sense to him. Countless hours spent thinking about it and he was still asking himself what Regulus got out of all this. ‘I know it’s you, shift back.’ Ugh, fine, if you insist brother. Regulus rolling his shoulders & cracking his neck. Standing back on two legs. ‘They don’t.’ His voice gruff from not using it. 'Then how have you avoided questions of where you go during the day?' Sirius gaze hardened, his questions coming across more akin to an interrogation. 'I tell them I'm in the library, they truly are dumber than they look.'

'Why have you been hanging out with us then? Not that I mind, honestly. It's the only question I've been unable to answer.' The elder registering how exhausted his little brother looked, a muted-ness to his every action. 'Because I'm in love with your friend, the werewolf.' Refusing to look at Sirius, expecting hostility. 'You like Remus?'

'Well, yeah. It's why I became an animagus. That and I was jealous of your friend group, how chummy you all are with each other.' His voice small as he admitted how lonely he'd been. 'I guess I approve, but you do know Remus has to know you actually exist for it to work, right? Not as a cat, but as Regulus.'

'Oi! I'm not that daft.'

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