#What Food Can Help Increase Height

[malereadermaniac]

૮ • ﻌ - ა Drinking games ~ Your Crush x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Plot: Some cute sfw shit with your 'straight' male crush who has a secret soft spot for you!

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

The few private moments you had shared with (Y/c) were sweet, even romantic at a push if you sprinkle in some 'delusion'

The man would chat to you, seemingly remembering most details you had shared with him in previous conversations, his (e/c) eyes looking over your features gently as he throws in some jokey flirts; his charisma through the roof, his hand's in his pockets and a smirk on his face as he calls you cute or funny

Moments like those almost, just almost make you forget that (y/c) is in fact a straight man, very much heterosexual

(Y/c) is quite popular, and damn is he very different around his friends than when he's has a very rare moment alone with you

When with his friends, the (h/c) barely spares you a glance, acting all nonchalant around his friends and replying with a 'sup' after you say hi to him - his friends teasing him about his 'friendship with you'

But again, when the two of you have a brief moment alone things are different

The slightly (taller/shorter) man will subconsciously go out of his way to text you or to see you by using almost every excuse under the sun; he needs help with an assignment? Of course you'll help, he missed a lecture? You make time to tutor him!

But either way, you knew that you attempts at 'flirting' and your heart rate increasing anytime you saw (Y/c) was realistically futile - the man was straight, and he barely tolerated you too

When you thought about it, the (h/c)'s friends make fun of him for talking to you, and he only really hangs out with you to get shit out of it; you two weren't actually even friends

Or so that's what you thought...

It came as a real shock when you got a text at 6pm on a random Saturday from (Y/c) who was inviting you to a party he was hosting

Not only were you surprised that he was hosting the party but also that you were invited

"I thought you hated hosting? lmao" you reply almost instantly, good god get some self-respect bro

"I do"

"I want you there to make it more tolerable"

The way blood rushed to your face faster than ever before, my lord

"I suppose i can clear my very busy schedule for you 🙄 "

And that's how you ended up at your first ever party! Well, at least a huge house party, unlike the small functions you had gone to with friends

After being greeted with many drunk people, made nicer by the alcohol in their system, you aimed to make your way to (Y/c); that was until you got dragged away by a group of people greeting you and inviting you to drink

It was surprisingly chill, you were enjoying yourself in the kitchen as you sat on a counter-top, drink in hand as you chatted with the other people you were with - laughing and gossiping

Eventually, word made its way to (Y/c) that you had turned up, and immediately the man made his way towards his kitchen

He couldn't explain why his heart dropped when he saw you talking and laughing with other guys, but it did, and he made his way towards you with a face like stone, aiming to hide his emotions

"(Y/c)! I found youuu!" you chuckle out endearingly, clearly a little tipsy already

"Hey, was lookin' for you... Looks like you made yourself at home" The man teased, his body quite close to yours, the counter-top bringing you to his height

You mumble an 'oh shit, sorry' as you jump down from the food surface, you body pushing against (Y/c)'s as you do so

"Nah it's fine, enjoy yourself.... wanna come hangout with my friends? They're becoming unbearable" The handsome man chuckles, looking exhausted by his drunk friends

You, of course, agree and make your may towards his group of friends in the (h/c)'s living room

Even when drunk, (Y/c)'s friends teased him about having you around, but shockingly, once the (taller/shorter) man saw you expression sour, he told his mates to 'fuck off' - well that made your heart skip a couple of beats!

After hanging out with your handsome crush for an hour or so, more and more people joined the group, people drinking more and more - even (Y/c) feeling comfortable enough to drink with you around

However, a situation arose when someone suggested a game of 'spin the bottle' with a truth or dare twist...

Of course everyone agreed, the alcohol in their system making them much more excitable than usual, and if the activity didn't involve anything getting broke, (Y/c) was cool with it

After a couple of rounds of people being dared to kiss other, secrets being revealed and gross 'would you rather' questions, you were getting progressively more drunk - having opted out of back flipping off of the couch and revealing your fat crush on (Y/c) just to name a few scenarios

(Y/c) was a little worried for you, seeing how drunk you were getting was making him feel overprotective of you - but man did you also look fucking cute!

Your cheeks flushed and your eyes droopy from the liquor, leaning up against him with you warm body as you chuckle for no reason from time to time

Inevitably, the bottle had landed on you once more, causing you to sit up and give everyone a chuckle after whining loudly 'not againnnnnnn~'

But the crowd was definitely silenced when the spinner of the bottle dared you to kiss someone - specifically, some guy you were cozy-ing up with when you first arrived at (Y/c)'s

You chuckle lightly when you see the man blush, his desire for you to kiss him evident on his face - the man had been trying it on with you since you got here!

But as you struggle to get up, wobbling around from the drinking, (Y/c) had shocked everyone

You watch with a fat fuck-off blush on your face as (Y/c) stands up and grabs the bottle from the middle of the circle, downing the whole thing and saying with a nonchalant tone - 'what? he's too drunk to drink anymore'

This man just took a drink for you! HOW FUCKIN ROMANTIC IS THAT???

You hadn't noticed it, but the (h/c) man had drank a lot throughout the night, and he'd even taken that drink for you but seemed literally sober

(Y/c) must have a real high alcohol tolerance, the thought of the big, handsome man being able to handle his drink so well and even be willing to take a drink for you? You had fallen for him all over again then and there!

Some of the people in the circle boo and other hype (Y/c) up, to which he just chuckles and shakes his head as he slings an arm of yours over his shoulders and lifts you up with a hand around your waist

And after the difficult trip up three flights of stairs to the man's bedroom, he gently lays you down on his bed and brings you a bowl to throw up in

You two spend hours up in his room, talkin about many, many things - like his room being cool, you being cute drunk, him being handsome always, you feeling bad that he's missing the party, him professing that he'd rather spend his time with you, and your long conversation had ended with you professing your undying love to your two year ongoing crush

You blushed and slammed your hands against your mouth, shouting that you were dreaming and that 'this wasn't happening!', trying to trick yourself into thinking that the amused man would just forget about this in the morning

He didn't.

(Y/c) remembered every moment in vivid detail... and so did you

But what you didn't expect was for the man to in turn, the morning after, confess that he too had some affectionate, maybe even loving feelings towards you - and also that he was extremely impressed that you didn't even throw up after drinking as much as you did!

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Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, graphic violence, blood, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 17: oopsie-daisies

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“can you even properly see over the dash?”

Damian rolls his eyes exaggeratedly as he scowls in your direction quickly before his eyes return to the road, he hits the brakes a little too hard and you're certain he's trying to get you to choke on your juice, the little bastard-

“Do you think I'd pick a car I couldn't properly operate.”

He sounds so offended that you have to hold in a snicker, to be completely fair to him he's doing pretty good, He clearly knows all the traffic laws and he looks comfortable with himself, guess those alleged lessons with dick are going well?

“I'm allowed to express concern you know, it's a valid question when my life is at stake here.” you hide your smirk by turning your head to stare out the dark tinted window at the dark Gotham streets, the street level looks different at night. You'd asked about the legality of the tinted glass earlier and all you got was a ‘people don't care about those things here’ from the preteen, whatever the fuck that means.

Damian's huffy reply drags your gaze back to him before you can get lost in thought. “if you're so worried I'll crash how come you're sitting like that? You know you're at increased risk of injury, right.” it's your turn to roll your eyes when he throws a pointed look at your shoes propped up on the wooden dash,

“Maybe I'm testing my luck, God can't catch me lacking twice in a row or whatever you kids say these days.” you snicker unashamedly when Damian groans in that way teenagers do when they're feeling secondhand embarrassment, who knew you'd enjoy tormenting a child.

He gapes at you in a look of horror usually reserved for boomers, you're surprised he didn't throw your juice out the window or something. “I hate you. Don't use those words again please.”

“Don't be a hater, I came with you to help you get over your fratricidal tendencies not give you incentive.” you openly laugh when his jaw clenches and he sighs loudly, refusing to even look in your direction.

“I'm putting you in a bad retirement home.”

“Shush and focus on the road, if you crash I'm not paying.” you stare out the window again while loudly sipping your drink out of pettiness . “obviously father would pay for any damages done in a hypothetical crash.”

Another eye roll, maybe you two are actually secretly related or something.

“I meant the food, kiddo.” He looks at you like you just stepped on his dog's foot, huffing through his nose at you while a comfortable silence settles over the car for a few moments. You doubt this is what Damian wanted you to join him for, but he doesn't look unhappy to have you along.

Eventually he pulls the car into a parking lot, and throws it in park, something called a batburger sits in front of you.

The parking lots practically empty, odd this time of evening. Damian's unbuckling his seatbelt so clearly he intends to go in regardless of the eerie feeling. You're not letting him go in there alone so you unbuckle your self and start to open the door.

“whatever you're getting I'm getting, so pick something actually decen-”

You're debating whether it's safer for the kid to stay in the car or come in with you when something cold suddenly presses against your temple, you don't even have to look to know what exactly it is, you've been in this situation before after all.

“No sudden moves, Wayne.”

Wow, you didn't even have to get out of the car to get a gun to the face.

It's hard to see much of him with the position your heads stuck in, a dark wool coat and dark jeans is what's most visible in your peripheral, average height, the slight tremor against your skull tells you enough about the guy. The strong scent of too many cigarettes can't quite cover his nerves.

“Easy there…. Not in front of the kid.” Your eyes dart towards Damian while your voice trembles, shaking hands raising in front of you slowly. Damian's own hands raise when the guy leans down to glance in the car window at him, giving you get a good look at his face now, or rather what's visible above the bandana covering his nose and mouth.

Shaggy hair, grey eyes and a clear scar from a recently healed broken nose bridge fills your peripheral, he scrutinizes you both with clearly forced vitriol.

“The kid's gonna be just fine if you keep your pretty little mouth shut and do as I say, you and I are gonna take a little walk so your baby doesn't get scared. Just down that alley, if you make any funny moves I'll light up the car.” The mans voice is raspy, smelling strongly of cigarette as he nudges your head with the barrel of the handgun.

Wanting just you to move to a secondary location? That can't happen, you're not leaving a kid alone in Gotham with who-knows-what.

“Okay…. I'm reaching for the door…” you announce your moves before you do anything so he doesn't get trigger happy, Damian reacts strongly to your words and grabs your arm tightly. “what? No! You're not leaving.”

The man snarls and points the gun right at Damian. “You shut your mouth before I shut your parents mouth-ack!”

Pointing the gun at Damian's head was the last straw. You grab the gun as quickly as possible, hand squeezing around the barrel and slide as tight as you can shoving his hand up towards the roof of the car while at the same time slamming your weight into the partially open door, it slams into the man's gut before he can finish his threat.

With his grip on it sufficiently loosened you twist it out of his grasp and all but throw the magazine out and pull the slide back to make sure there's nothing in the chamber, the moron didn't even have it properly loaded. When he grunts outside the car you quickly turn your body towards the door and donkey kick it as hard as you can, once again slamming the metal into the man when he tried to recover from the shock.

“You fucking bit-” you roll your eyes while climbing out of the car and standing over the fallen would-be attacker, his nose crunches sickeningly under your shoe when you kick him.

“Oops, right on that scar too. What a shame.” You hear Damian climb out of the car but you don't pay him any mind as you roll the bleeding guy over with your shoe, the man yanks his bandana down and you get an eyeful of his bleeding broken nose and tobacco stained teeth bared in a snarl.

“What the fucks wrong with you-” you kick him in the gut this time and he tries to grab your leg with his bloody hands, you quickly sidestep and when he gets in his hands and knees you grab the car door again, this time he screams when the metal slams against his head.

“What's your angle here.” Your voice is dead calm as you look down at the struggling man, eyes darting around while you make sure no one's sneaking up on you during your little interrogation attempt.

“go to hell!” When the man tries to spit blood on your feet you reach through the open car door and grab the gun, pressing it against his temple in a mirrored mockery of how all this started.

You watch his breathing change as he meets your stare, his bloodshot eyes darting between the handgun and your cold expression quickly. “That's not what I asked, what was your plan here. Just looking for some quick pocket change? Or did your friends put you up to this?”

His Adams apple bobs as he swallows thickly, you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he thinks about how to respond.

“…I'd rather die than tell you anything, rich bastard!”

“You hesitated.” you cock the hammer slowly. “You're staring down the barrel of a gun while talking about dying, you're clearly with someone. what do they have over your head that's so important, information? Debt?”

You notice in your peripheral damian circling around the car and he's standing close behind you, his stance wide and his head turning quickly. Is he watching your back?

“Are you a fucking cop or something? Shut your dirty who-” a smack from the gun silences the attacker quickly enough, he spits out more blood before glaring up at you weakly, the fear apparent in his body language. “I didn't tell you to question me.”

He scowls up at you weakly, blood and tears dripping down his face from the broken nose.

“…you're not getting nothing outta me, you don't know what real issues are up in your big shiny estate acting like you're above us all. Like you own Gotham and everyone in it. they're gonna burn all you son's a bitches to the ground someday, you'll know who owns who then.”

Wow did he practice that in the mirror, you're unimpressed as you stare down at him after he finishes his monologue.

“So you're part of the pyromaniac's club then, figures.”

His eyes widen. “wh-what?” he quickly tries to grab at your face with his blood streaked hands, clearly in some kind of panic.

He goes very still when the gun barrel is jammed in his mouth, scraping against his teeth while he stares up at you with wide, teary eyes. He shakily grabs at your wrists but doesn't make and sudden moves, guess you finally scared him straight.

“holy shit stop!” a gloved hands grabs at your shoulders and tries to yank the gun from your grasp, you nearly lash out at the attacker before you recognize the cape and cowl, rolling your eyes when you realize it's one of the heroes here.

“easy, cape. It's not what it looks like.”

You let red Robin pull you away from the guy, he nearly slams you down against the car hood while he tries to wrestle the gun from you, guess he doesn't believe you.

“it's not loaded, relax!” You grunt at the rough treatment, hand relaxing and allowing the young hero to pry it from your fingers and check that it's indeed not loaded and therefore not deadly. this body really isn't used to this kind of abuse yet…

You didn't expect Damian to jump in though.

Smaller hands rip the tight grip off your wrists and he roughly pushes the hero away enough that you can straighten up again. “oh my God can you fuck off!? This doesn't concern you!” Damian cussing out the hero is….. Surprising.

“Doesn't ’concern me’? I think someone getting brutalized in a public parking lot is cause for concern, kid.”

“I think you should be more focused on the man who threatened our lives, kid.” Damian crosses his arms over his chest with the biggest scowl on his face you've seen yet, you don't know what his beef is with the vigilante but this is….. Personal?

Red Robin scoffs at presumably the both of you and quickly goes to zip tie the man still in the ground, you can feel the wariness radiating off him even without seeing his expression at all. You step between him and Damian out of some unfamiliar instinct.

“Damian, please let me handle this.” Your voice is firm as you turn to address the hero. “The man attacked me and…. My child, attempted to kidnap me and threatened to murder the boy. You might not like how it looks but I did my job as a guardian.”

Red Robin glances at you for a moment with an unreadable expression while he checks over the guy, when he pulls ductape and a syringe from one of the wool coat pockets he finally seems to get over himself a bit, shoulders dropping as he pulls an evidence bag out of a belt pouch.

“you probably gave him PTSD and a concussion.” his voice of still firm, chastising you for how you handled things as if he knows best.

It pisses you right off immediately, you know for a fact that the vigilantes have done worse in this city. You're keeping watch of them through the news after all. He's a damn hypocrite who thinks you should've laid down and taken it like a lamb, left the child to his own devices so you didn't make ripples in their pond. your eyes narrow as your tone goes much colder when you reply to him.

“Good, maybe he'll learn something from it, I did.”

His head whips towards you as he stands up, shock apparent in his unsure stance while he looks you up and down.

“…. Just…. Go home. I'm getting this man to a hospital.”

One brow quirks up as you give him an incredulous look, your eyes dart to the dented and slightly blood spattered car door before looking back at the caped vigilante.

“I think the cops are gonna want to speak to me about this.”

He shakes his head and lifts his hand to his head like he's gonna run his hands down his face or over his scalp, but stops himself so his hand just drops awkwardly.

“I'll handle that right now, someone will talk to you later…just get out.”

You intend to protest, tell him you know what the protocol is in these situations but he just points at the car like you're a dog he's sending to a crate.

Damian tugs on your jacket and you finally break your stare down with the hero, wordlessly he gestures with his head towards the car so you comply, fishing the magazine and loose bullets out of the cushions which you hand to the vigilante.

“here's some evidence, I think there's DNA in the door locks too, I'll tell our butler not to touch it.”

your voice is clipped, as soon as he takes them from your grasp and starts to tuck them into an evidence bag you turn away and cross around the car, Damian doesn't question you when your slide into the driver's seat, just gets in your previous spot, ignoring the fine misted blood spatter and spilled juice, in fact he doesn't say anything at all when you start to drive the car out of the parking lot.

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You know you're fucked when you walk into the manor and see Bruce on the couch alongside Alfred.

Damian speaks first, clearly trying to get ahead of the situation.

“ahem, hello father….. Me and parent went ou-” Bruce points towards the direction of the stairs in the other hall. “I know Damian. Go to your room.”

Damian looks shaken at the rough tone in Bruce's voice, his eyes darting towards you. Comfort seeking maybe? You gently pat his shoulder when he subtly leans closer to you, your eyes never leaving the two men across the room.

“…but i-” Damian tries to start again but Bruce standing up effectively silences him. “your room, Damian. I need to talk to (name) right now.”

Damian's head ducks down and he gently pushes your hand off him, wordlessly turning on his heel and leaving the room, slamming the door shut to show he's displeased as he disappears.

The room falls silent for a moment save for the echo of the door slamming into the frame, Bruce's eyes meet yours as he slowly puts his hands on his hips, you know by the tense jaw and stiff shoulders he's unhappy.

“…how come I found out you and my youngest child weren't home from commissioner Gordon of all people.” he speaks slowly, voice low as if he only wants the people in the room to hear him.

You casually cross the room to stand in front of him, a coffee table the only thing between you two. You shove your hands into your pockets with a forced casual air about you. “the kid wanted to go out so I went with him, hello to you too by the way. How was your day.”

Neither man reacts well to your sarcasm, Alfred pinches the bridge of his nose and leans his head back against the couch cushions. “Master Wayne...”

Bruce sighs deeply and crosses his arms over his chest, her slowly steps around the table so there's nothing between you. “quit the bullshit.”

Anger prickles under your skin again as they both call you out, first the hero and now them?

“what are you asking of me then, what was I supposed to do here, let the kid go out without anyone to supervise? He would've been kidnapped or worse.” your words are forcibly calm, the eye contact getting intense.

Bruce doesn't take that well though, his hands fly up and he gestures at you with clear anger while his voice rises in volume.

“You're supposed to talk to me about my kid! Even one single text would've been better than the nothing you've given me to work with! You should've said no to Damian and told me what he was up to, not this sneaking around shit-” you roll your eyes and cut him off firmly.

“oh so only you're allowed to hide things, I wonder where he's learning that.” your voice is practically a hiss, you free your hands from your pockets and cross them over your chest while stepping closer to the man.

Bruce's expression falls into something between confusion and anger, eyes flicking towards Alfred for just a second before returning to you. “…what're you talking about…”

Alfred jumps up with surprising speed for his age, he knows where this is going. “Master Wayne, Bruce, this is not the time nor the place for-”

You ignore the older man and gesture at Bruce angrily, nearly jabbing your finger into his chest. “was it a car wreck? A trip down the stairs? What's the next one gonna be Bruce? Maybe Alfred's making up evidence for a cycling incident? Gonna tell me this was a grease burn next?”

You yank the sleeve of his tee shirt up and gesture at the bandages around his bicep, he pushes your hand away and scowls at you.

“You don't get to turn this around on me (name), this is about your actions. you or Damian could've died out there, would you have bothered to tell me then?”

You nearly roll your eyes again. “I had it handled.” you snap at him louder than you intended, but you're not apologizing now. Not while you're pissed.

His nostrils flare in anger and he turns away from you to pace around the room, probably a tick when he's worked up. “I saw the pictures, I know how you ‘handled’ it. What if there was a group? Would you have ‘handled’ an organized attack, or the car getting firebombed? Goddamn it (name)! I'm supposed to keep you and the kids safe!”

You hate how he's talking about you like you're an idiot with zero preservation skills and no autonomy, you're a goddamn adult who can do what they want for crying out loud! Your next words are cruel and you know it before you even spit them out.

“Like at the charity gala?” The room goes dead silent, Bruce's expression twists as he sits back down on the couch with pained body language. His eyes don't leave your form while he seems to deflate a little, Alfred looks between the both of you silently. The old man pursing his lips and looking like he wants to intervene but thankfully he doesn't, you'd probably snap at him too for his own bullshit.

“…. That's not fair and you know it.”

Bruce's words are clipped, but he can't hide the discomfort in his body language, the crossing arms and leaning away from you even though you're not close to him indicating his hurt.

“I know it's not, that's why you need to get it through your head that sometimes shit happens out of your control. I'm going to do what I need to when things are dangerous, clearly, accept it or don't.”

Turning on your heel, You all but stomp away as Bruce calls after you to come back, you have no intention of continuing this if he's just gonna scold you with Alfred like they're your handler's. God you wish you had a punching bag right now.

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A/n: I feel like apologizing for the sudden angst 😭 hopefully the fight scene isn't too cringe it's my first time writing that kind of thing in detail 😓 that said I hope y'all are having a good weekend and are taking care of yourselves! 💞

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Corruption Ch16

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, so much goddamn smut like I need help, rough sex, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation

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"Fangs that secrete enough venom to paralyze whomever I bite, could be useful but also disgusting to get close to others. Hm, no change to body from producing said venom. Fascinating."

It had been two days since the incident. Miguel had reassured you that he was fine, but then proceeded to lock himself in his own lab to run tests on himself.

"Talons on both hands and feet, allowing me to climb walls. Not the exact same way as (Y/N), this is far more violent since my talons could be used as weapons."

Miguel slashed against his desk.

"Wood nor metal can stop me. Not to mention, physical body mass has increased. Height increased, muscles strengthen and-"

Miguel stopped as he looked down. Withholding a chuckle, he returned to typing down his findings. Miguel stood in front of a mirror, taking in his now stronger appearance. He could lift over ten tons his weight, much like you.

"Side effect, eyes have become a red color and are sensitive to light. Senses have also increased, allowing me to hear, feel and even sense what others are thinking. Needs to be trained and nourished more to use in field."

"Miguel? Can I come in, please?" You asked, knocking against his door. Miguel threw on his lab coat, hiding his information,

"Yes,"

Planting himself on his seat, Miguel watched as you entered his lab. That bright smile on your face as you saw him. Miguel covered his mouth, smirking towards your blush towards his chest. Hopefully you won't tempt him too much.

"Are you sure you're alright? You've been cooped up in here for two days. I brought you some food," You said, holding up your cute little lunch bag, "I can put it aside if your not-"

"I'll eat it. I skipped breakfast," Miguel motioned you over.

He watched as you skipped over, opening your bag. He hid his smirk as you stared at his broken desk before continuing to get the lunch out. As you did, Miguel tensed as a new and strange scent caught his nose.

"(Y/N), are you wearing a new perfume?" Miguel asked. You tilted your head,

"No? Do I smell?"

"No, no," Miguel furrowed his brows finding the scent sweet, "Why don't you feed me? I'm starved."

Miguel resisted a groan as you took your place on his lap. The scent was getting stronger as you fed him. Miguel couldn't even focus on the food. Staring into your eyes, Miguel felt something almost primal in him act up.

"(Y/N), come to my place tonight."

"Okay," You agreed so easily.

It was difficult, but Miguel held back and behaved himself. He couldn't help but feel around your waist, needing to touch you. This had to be his Spider instincts kicking in. It had to be, what other reason would Miguel have the strong urge to fuck you?

"Miguel, you sure you're okay? I worry,"

"I'm fine. Just come to my place tonight and wear something that will excite me."

Leaving you with a peck, Miguel returned to his studies of himself. Now that he was a superior human like you, he could begin his plans for domination. To begin his plans to expand his rule of superior humans.

"Now, to test my stamina."

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You were on cloud nine. Was tonight finally going to be the night? Miguel just told you to wear something that would excite him! The amount of sexy new panties you had were going to finally be put to use!

Nearly squealing in joy, you hurried to your office to finalize some work before heading home. As you made your way to your office, you stopped in front of Aaron's shrine that some of the workers put together.

It was a shame. Aaron seemed like such a nice guy. To think that he was the one who caused the explosion and almost hurt Miguel. Miguel had told you everything about the incident so that you wouldn't worry.

At least Miguel was safe and sound.

Shaking the thought away, you hurried to finish you work. All that mattered was that Miguel was okay. Although, you were worried since he locked himself inside his lab. You wondered what he found that had him cooped up in there.

Recalling his strange behavior recently, you tried to think if anything in the explosion could have affected him. It sucked since you weren't as smart as half of the people in this building.

"I wonder...if I should wear perfume?"

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Miguel sat on his couch, waiting for you to arrive. He had done all the testing he needed in order to know that it was time. Miguel was going to make sure you didn't leave his apartment until you were pregnant. He didn't care how many hours it would take.

You belonged to him.

Catching that familiar scent in the air, Miguel stood and hurriedly opened his door. There you were, standing there with a shy look on your face; your scent oh so sweet. The dress you had on was tight, exposing your breasts ever so slightly.

"I'm not taking you to dinner," Miguel told you as he pulled you inside, "But good job on listening to me."

"O-Of course," You nearly stuttered as you fell against his chest, "Um, Miguel...have you been working out?"

Ah, so you finally noticed. Miguel just smiled as he grabbed your hand, gently biting your fingers. You scent getting stronger, causing Miguel to act more rashly. Thoughts of breeding you began to cloud his judgement.

"(Y/N), you'll do anything for me...right?"

"Yes,"

"Good girl,"

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You weren't sure what was coming over Miguel. He was acting a little strange, but it wasn't like you were going to question him. Miguel's hands were all over you as he brought you to his couch. You couldn't help but grow excited as you thought of what was to come.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as Miguel kissed you. His hands were firmly on your waist. Each kiss grew more and more aggressive and hungry. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, exploring everywhere as he pinned you to the couch.

"Irresistibly sweet." Miguel groaned, his hands stroking up your thighs, "Unable...to think straight."

"Mhm, Miguel?" You muttered between kisses.

You gasped as Miguel picked you up and carried you to his room. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, feeling your panties get damp. This was escalating to an exciting point. Once in the room, you yelped as Miguel threw you on the bed.

"I don't care if you cry, I'm not stopping."

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. If your pussy could talk, it would be swoon right now. You took off your dress as Miguel removed his shirt. Sitting before Miguel in your underwear and bra, you were waiting for his orders.

"I've had you wait long enough. Lay down and spread."

You bit your lower lip and did what Miguel said. You were a little embarrassed since you knew your panties were soaked. You gasped as Miguel hovered over you, kissing you again as he took off your remaining clothes.

You arched your back, moaning into the kiss as Miguel started to rub your clit. His pace grew faster the wetter you got. Your body was getting hot and needy. Miguel's mouth was all over your neck, sucking and biting, leaving as many marks as he could.

"Hah~ Ah, M-Miguel~" You cried out, trembling in pleasure.

"Who do you belong too?"

"Ah~ Ah~ Y-You, You, Miguel!" You whimpered.

Miguel's fingers had dipped into your cunt, pumping inside of you at a fast pace. Tears had started to form, feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst. Right when you felt yourself about to cum, Miguel removed his fingers.

"M-Miggy! P-Please!" You begged.

You whimpered as you watched Miguel lick his fingers for the first time. His pupils were dilated and filled with lust. This was a first and new look. Miguel grunted as he took his pants off, revealing his dick, which seemed bigger than before.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

Miguel grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulder as he positioned himself. His breathing was irregular along with yours. Miguel's dick poking right at your entrance, begging to be let in. Begging to fuck you.

"Fuck, say it again." Miguel demanded, pinching your clit. You arched your back, squirming slightly,

"Miggy~"

With a sharp cry, Miguel slapped his hips into yours. Your body shivered as you cam from insertion. His dick slamming right inside you, stretching your gummy walls out. His tip smashed against your cervix.

Miguel grunted as he gave you no time to rest from your climax. His hips were rough as he slapped himself into you. His dick bullying your cunt with no remorse. You flung your head back, crying out in pleasure as Miguel's dick rammed into you.

"Miggy~ M-Miggy~"

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Miguel felt sweat roll down his forehead as he held your hips. Why did he have to wait so long for this? You were made for him. Your pussy was sucking his dick so well. The sloshing sounds it made as you cried his name. Everything was perfect.

Groaning lowly as you cam again, Miguel felt you squeeze around him so much. Webbing your hands to the bed post, Miguel kept focus on what he was doing to you. The rim of his dick around forming a white ring from your orgasms.

"Made just for me. My perfect match." Miguel grunted, fastening his pace as he felt his high coming, "Sucking my dick so well. You just want my child, don't you?"

"Yesh~ Y-Yes~" You cried.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he slammed his hips into you, finally releasing his first load. After months of waiting, Miguel was finally breeding you. Slowly removing his dick just to admire his first work, Miguel cussed lowly.

"Perfect, but so wasteful. Do you want to disappoint me?" Miguel hissed, watching his cum drip out of you.

"N-No,"

"Then drink every last drop."

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You cried and whimpered as Miguel pinned you into mating position, fucking you relentlessly. His dick hitting your cervix, causing you to gasp and twitch with every thrust. Your cunt unable to stop wanting Miguel as he made his dick at home inside of you.

Your vision was starting to blur as your mind grew fuzzy. This was only something you could only dream of. Miguel's dick bullying your cunt. It felt so good. So right.

"Drink up."

"Mhm~"

Shivering, you moaned as you felt Miguel cum inside you once more. It was so hot. Taking a moment to catch your breathe, you slowly regained your vision as you looked up at Miguel. He had a wicked smirk as he looked down at you.

"M...Miggy~" You whispered tiredly. Miguel just chuckled,

"Awe, tired already? We've only just begun."

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Your face was pressed into the bedsheet as Miguel fucked you from behind. You could barely feel your body anymore since it was so sensitive. Each thrust made your body shiver and your pussy clench. You were so fucked out that you couldn't even think.

"My stamina outranks yours by a mile. It's only been an hour and you're tapping out already? Hm, I suppose I did go overboard for your first time," Miguel muttered.

"Mhpm~ Ah~" You moaned, cumming hard as Miguel slapped his dick into you a bit harsher.

"My mating instincts have finally passed as well. Just don't expect any rest any time soon. You will be caring my child. The future of humanity."

You just babbled nothing but nonsense as Miguel gave you one last load. Unable to keep yourself awake, you felt yourself knock out.

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Miguel sighed as you fell asleep. He turned you around, watching the mess of a work he did. He definatly went overboard, but you had to get pregnant. Fixing you on the bed, Miguel lifted your hips and legs up against the bed frame, wanting to make sure his cum stayed inside of you.

"Lyla, keep track on (Y/N)'s health. I want any updates of bodily changes."

"Yes sir, also your suit is ready."

"Hm, I suppose tonight is a great night to start my reign of terror. While I'm out, I want you to start transferring all of (Y/N)'s information and paperwork to this address."

"You haven't told her that she will be living here,"

"(Y/N) will agree...and if she doesn't, I'll just fuck the idea into her."

"Understood."

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[kiwii-11]

them’s the rules!

in which . . . going out for sam’s birthday proves to be a challenge when the man of the hour notices the increasing attention his mate is getting.

or . . . darlin’ gets hit on at the bar and sam decides to take matters into his own hands.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, third person pov, darlin’! reader, darlin’ x sam, sam collins mmmmmmm, werewolf and vampire interactions mmmm, some sexual jokes teehee

“what the hell is this…?” sam groans, staring at the bar in front of them.

“we thought we’d try to make you feel more comfortable for your birthday,” vincent hums, patting his friend’s back with a smile, “let loose, y’know? isn’t this perfect?”

sam glares up at the sign.

“‘the saloon’?” he grumbles, turning his head to his mate.

they grin. “ash’s idea; he said that the beer’s nice and they have that bull-riding thing that they dress up as a horse. you can show me your skills.”

“oh, you’ve seen plenty, i’m sure,” he chuckles, resting a hand on their lower back, “was wonderin’ what the get-ups were about. didn’t even think you’d own a flannel, milo.”

“i bought it for this special occasion, so ya’ better have some fun, sam,” milo sighs, smoothing out the flannel he wore over a t-shirt, “now why’d we have to dress up anyway, ash?”

“hey, it’s the bar rules!” the beta replies, tipping his cowboy hat, “now c’mon, this place gets rowdy after 8pm.”

“i don’t even want to know how much time he spends here.” david mumbles under his breath to his mate.

when they enter the bar, country music sounds in their ears, along with some dimmed lights. sam instantly recognises the song from his childhood, and he links his hand with darlin'. while everyone was dressed in some outlandish cowboy outfits in honour of sam, he thought that his mate was looking particularly good in the boots and bandana around their collar. due to the fact that asher hadn’t bought enough hats, they opted for the lasso instead. sam was going wild and he definitely hates to admit it.

the booth was huge enough for the ten of them, sitting in the corner of the room with menus laid out. asher, lovely and angel were already looking through, planning on ordering mozzarella sticks and nachos. sam sat in between vincent and his mate, watching the pack members talk between each other about who would last longer on the mechanical horse.

“milo’s out; they probably have some height rule for safety reasons.” asher chuckles.

“fuck off, i can ride that thing longer than you.” milo scoffs. he immediately gets embarrassed when sweetheart begins to laugh.

“why don’t we give it a go? i heard there’s some bottle shooting carnival game through there too.” david claims, gesturing to the door across the room.

“i’ll get us some drinks if anyone wants to come,” darlin’ says, scooting out of the both before looking to vincent and lovely, “what were you guys thinking?”

“i’m gonna pick at the bartender’s brain a little, i haven’t had a drink in a while with all the newborns,” vincent claims, helping lovely up from their seat and walking over to the bar, “i’ll order the food too.”

people begin to split off, leaving babe, sweetheart and sam to play pool a few feet away. the game has been played for ten minutes when the trio come back, holding drinks for the rest of the group.

“i just watched asher bite the curb,” darlin’ snorts, handing a duo of drinks to babe and sweetheart, “i think milo’s gonna’ have to do some healing tonight. who’s winning?”

“sam is — i’m telling you, it’s his powers that gives him the upper hand.” sweetheart complains with a short smile, sipping their drink.

“got a crybaby over here, do we?” sam hums with a raised brow as darlin’ hands him an old fashioned. just because it didn’t do anything to vampires didn’t mean they couldn’t have a little fun.

“oh no.” babe mumbles.

“you callin’ me a crybaby, old man?” sweetheart asks with an intense stare, “when i beat your ass in this game, you’re gonna’ need a hearing aid even with all your superpowers.”

“you have a trash-talking problem, you know that?” babe chuckles as they take aim on the pool table.

“you’re not any better! don’t think i forgot about what you said to me during our last tournament!” sweetheart states, poking babe in the side after they take their shot.

lovely sits on a nearby stool as vincent goes to check out the rest of the shaw pack at the mechanical horse. darlin’ sips their drink.

“it’s nice that you planned all this for him.” lovely hums out to the shifter. darlin’ glances at them, furrowed brows. “i heard you ask asher about this place when we got dinner weeks ago. i think it’s very kind of you to go through all this planning for sam.”

darlin’ rubs their cheek, looking back to their mate. “well, i wanted him to enjoy his birthday. i hope he likes the cake.”

“his obsession with pecans needs to be studied.”

“can’t get him away from them.”

a laugh is shared between them before darlin’ notices sam’s eyes on them. they offer a small smile, playing with the buckle of their belt. the vampire trails his gaze along their figure, only stopping when babe nudges him saying it was his turn.

an hour later, the group is back at the booth enjoying their food.

“i can’t believe you got the longest time on the horse.” milo chuckles, looking at angel.

“it damn near threw asher down.” lovely chuckles.

“what can i say?” angel hums with a shrug of their shoulders, “i’m very good at riding—”

“enough.” david grumbles as he holds his glass.

the table bursts in laughter at the comment before darlin’ notices sam’s glass empty.

“i’ll get a refill.” they say, standing up.

“no, i’ll get it, darlin’, you sit.” he says, gently holding their wrist.

“sam, it’s fine. stay here and relax,” they reply, tipping his cowboy hat up and pressing a kiss to his lips, “be back in a sec, baby.”

he smiles as they move towards the bar again. the bar has filled up some more since the start of the night, music getting louder and some people on the dance floor. the bartenders, servers and even the managers were all dressed in the wild wild west theme. babe and angel had gotten a photo with the burly bouncer outside, and one of the servers, catching milo standing alone for only a second, had given him a flirty compliment. sweetheart was at his side in a moment, basically pushing him against the wall and making out with him on the spot to prove their most important point.

darlin' was just hoping that sam was enjoying himself. they saw him laughing along with vincent and david when asher got thrown off the mechanical horse yet again. they watched as sam lost at darts to lovely, angel and milo, yet won in the bottle shooting game between darlin', david, asher and sweetheart. he was smiling, and he was relaxing. that's all they wanted for him.

"can i please get another old fashioned, uh..." darlin' begins, looking back to the table to see milo's drink finished as well, "a sprite, and a lemon-lime bitters? thank you."

"anything for you, pretty flower," the bartender hums lowly, glancing at the shifter with a small smile, "you 'n your lil' group celebratin', huh? someone gettin' married soon?"

darlin' shakes their head, leaning on the bar top as they play with the bandana around their neck. "no, all the weddings are done. it's a birthday."

"ohohoh, that's good to hear," he replies, pouring the drinks for them, "noticed you standin' around here. don't think i'll ever forget a face like yours."

darlin' looks up from their hands to see the bartender already looking back at them. he's studying their face, noticing how they look back to the group and then to him again. sam is laughing along to something that asher is saying. all they need is the drinks and then they can go back.

"look, i'm here with someone—"

"back where i'm from, it's bad luck to leave your partner all alone in a place like this," he claims, accent thick as it cuts through the music, "i could treat ya' real nice, even if it's just for a night."

the shifter was feeling irritated by this point, but for the sake of their mate's birthday celebration, they decide to just deal with it until their drinks are finished. glancing to the dance floor, they try to ignore him.

"hm, not much of a talker, huh? or are you playin' hard to get?" the bartender chuckles, tilting his head.

"i'm guessing dates are real hard for you to get, if this is your game," darlin' mumbles under their breath, loud enough for him to hear, "in the nicest way possible, i am not interested. in any way. ever."

"well, wild flower, we ain't know that for sure, don't go makin' any promises," he says, placing two drinks in front of them to begin the next, "if ya' give me the chance, i could change your mind."

"i don't think you could." they huff, looking away.

"this ain't some trick to get more tips, pretty thing, i do wanna' take you out sometime; i like that spark ya' have, and you're a sight for sore eyes," he states, shrugging his shoulder as he finishes pouring the last one, "i think cowboy looks good on you."

darlin' knew what he was saying; he was not referring to the whole costume they had on. they open their mouth to shut him down when they feel a familiar hand pressed against their lower back.

"thank you. my name's sam, by the way, not 'cowboy'." the vampire presses into darlin's side, giving the bartender a stern glare with a short smile.

the bartender clears his throat, pushing the three glasses to the pair as he looks up to sam. "ah, so it's this cowpoke you're with, is that right?" he hums.

"so you know they're spoken for?" sam questions, raised brow.

"well, when they're lookin' that fine, you're gonna' have to make it known to the whole room, friend."

it sounded like a quick-draw was in about to happen. darlin' couldn't tell if this was really something happening, that the two southerners were speaking off the top of their minds, or if they were quoting a movie or show or game. sam hand slides from their back to their waist, tugging them in closer.

in a swift movement, he takes his hat off his head and places it on top of darlin's, all the while, giving a smug look to the bartender. he takes the three drinks, placing money on the table and telling him to keep the change.

"keep your eyes off what's mine, partner. rules are rules." he warns the bartender as he hands darlin' their drink and escorts them back to the booth.

"thanks, sam," darlin' mutters, stopping for a second and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, "sorry you had to come over and—"

"that' utter nonsense," he says, kissing them deeply once more, "it's never a chore."

darlin' smiles, heart swelling at the gentle and kind man that stood in front of them. they caress his cheek, hugging him closely.

"i'm gonna' treat you so well when we get home, baby." they sigh.

"i know, darlin'." he chuckles.

they go to give him his hat back to complete his costume, but he pushes it back down onto their head.

"ah, keep it on. that bar dog wasn't the only one starin' at ya'," he tells them, eying the servers and other patrons, "let 'em know you're taken."

when they return to the booth, sam hands milo his sprite and sits with darlin' close to him. angel is the first to notice sam's hat laying on darlin's head, and it makes the alpha's mate smile.

"y'know what they say, tank?" they hum with a raised brow.

"huh? about what?" darlin' replies, sam's arm around their shoulders and his thumb tracing against their shirt.

"if you're wearing the hat, you gotta' ride the cowboy—"

"oh my god." sam covers his face, embarrassed.

"what? is that true?" asher gasps, immediately taking babe's hat off of themselves and trying to replace it with theirs.

"doubt sam didn't know that himself." lovely chuckles, nudging their boyfriend, who agrees.

sam groans as conversation breaks out between the table. darlin' laughs along with them, resting their hand on their mate's thigh, making him feel more relaxed. in all honesty, he didn't mind the whole ordeal between the vampires and the shifters. just being able to spend time with all his friends and family was enough to make his birthday special.

the night he spent with darlin' definitely made going to that western bar worth it.

[fairyminnie444]

So i want to increase my height. I'm 23 years old, female. I listened to many height subliminals. But didn’t increase 1 inch. What can i do???

So u said u didn’t increase, that’s mean that u are checking 3d instead of 4d, cause if you were reaching 4d you would see that you already have your desired height and would relax about it, remember that only your opinion and your vision of yourself matters, not others. If you are sure of this then it has already happened and it will reflect on 3d, as long as u feel it and maintain that state (that DOESNT mean u need to think about it all the time, just know that in your mind and live your life feeling what u would feel if your 3d was already align)

Here are some options that can help you if you are struggling(that’s normal, u got this):

1. Revisit Your Mindset and Belief System

Height subliminals rely heavily on belief and mental alignment. If you’re approaching them with doubt or frustration, it can create resistance. Here’s what you can do:

• Reframe your mindset: Instead of focusing on “I didn’t increase 1inch yet” shift to “My body is capable of amazing transformations.”

• Combine subliminals with visualization: Picture yourself at your desired height daily, especially before bed. Imagine standing next to others and feeling taller, looking at yourself in mirrors, and feeling confident. When you listening to the subliminal make sure to keep in mind that the subliminal ABSOLUTELY works, don't wait for it to work AFTER listening, FEEL it working while listening it.

2. Posture and Spinal Health

Poor posture can make you appear shorter. Strengthening your spine and improving posture can sometimes add a visible 1-2 inches.

• Stretching exercises: Incorporate stretches like cobra pose, cat-cow, or hanging exercises to decompress your spine.

• Yoga or Pilates: These can elongate your posture and strengthen your core, giving the illusion of added height.

3. Nutrition and Supplements (if u want to)

Optimizing your body’s nutrition can benefit your overall health and bone density.

• Calcium and Vitamin D: Essential for strong bones.

• Protein: Helps repair and strengthen tissues.

• Growth hormone boosters: Foods like eggs, fish, and nuts may support natural HGH production.

Maybe doing these more "literal" things will help you in the routine of FEELING that you are achieving the height you want, it is not necessary because the power is in your mind, but the more you can make the logical part of your mind collaborate with your subconscious, the better.

4. Persist!!!

Read some success stories, do SATS, don’t think about time, or rush. Do what makes you feel confident and certain that it is possible, that you will achieve it, and when any doubts arise or thoughts like "wtf am I doing", cut them off with the opposite thought: "YES, I can do it, even if no one else has done it, fuck it, I'll be the first, I know my power and my ability, miracles exist, circumstances don't matter and everything is possible AS LONG AS >> I << believe to." What matters is that YOU believe in it, your world revolves around you and your assumptions.

[fakebatmanfan]

You’re feeding the last standing mad hatter fans and for that I cannot thank you enough 😭. what’s your favorite Mad hatter?, and what’s your romantic/ General head canons for them?. Take care!

Unsurprisingly (or maybe surprisingly because I get a lot of requests for BTAS Jervis and thus write for him a lot) my favourite Jervis is Secret Six. I just feel like he perfectly balances all of the attributes that make the character stand out as a batman villain.

He manages to be incredibly dangerous and intelligent while also being rather perverted and whimsical, in addition to being a sympathetic and emotional character.

It also helps that he shows up in Secret Six a lot, so there's tons for me to analyse. Please say you like my insane analysis posts? I've been coming up with more ideas as of late... But anyways, thank you for the request :)

Secret Six Jervis General HCs

TW: Mentions of sex

The most important thing to take into account about this Jervis and romance is that he's been there and he's done that (via mind control). What makes your relationship with Jervis special is that it's entirely willing on your part; you want him of your own free will.

He idolises you because of this.

You who are kind and perfect and sweet enough to want him! Oh, what did he do to deserve you? The most dear of all the creatures this side of the looking glass.

While such is true for all Jervi, when within a relationship, Jervis has a tendency to stress his more gentlemanly attributes. For instance, being well spoken, well read and so on...

He's more likely to be lucid around you. Partially because he wants to impress you, but also because you make reality that bit less painful.

You're like a little piece of Wonderland to him. Someone who makes life brighter, better. At first, he could scarcely believe someone like you could truly exist.

In fact, there are some points where he thinks he's hallucinating you and all the nice things you say and do.

How do you convince him otherwise? Touch him. Jervis adores even the tiniest of touches from you, not only assuring him that you're real, but assuring him that you love him.

Frankly, he's always trying to weasel affection out of you; leaning up for kisses, teasing you, etc.

For instance, if you ask him to pass you something at tea time, he might say:

"Ah, ah, ah. Are we forgetting something? Kiss first, sugar afterwards"

Jervis is a big fan of PDA, not only because he adores you but because it shows others you're spoken for. Albeit, he's still a gentleman and respects your dignity for the most part.

He likes to kiss your hands (not just the knuckles, like each of your fingers, your palm, etc), cheeks and forehead (when he can lmao).

When you walk together, he holds you very securely by the waist or sometimes takes you by the arm.

Jervis can be quite possessive of you, as well as clingy in general. He'll never not be talking to you or engaging with you in some way. And he talks a lot.

Would mainsplain things to you (he low key does this to his hat in the sequel comic).

In private, Jervis is extremely affectionate, which quite often leads to sex. He just loves being able to touch you... Usually having you sit in his lap (which you can do, even if his height makes it a little awkward) or peppering your skin with love bites.

A big part of Jervis' love language is making hats for you and being absolutely over the moon whenever you wear them. He also likes to make little hats for you food.

I think Jervis would have a very in-depth understanding of what your taste in hats is, as to increase the likelyhood of you wearing them. Like, you dress a certain way? He knows a style of hat that would go excellently with that.

As much as having you in his life helps with his depression, Jervis may still use substances and invite you to use them with him. Specifically, he may use his hat on you.

Like all Jervi, he doesn't like when you visit him at Arkham because (though he'd never admit it) he feels extremely ashamed. However, he writes you extremely freaky letters and asks you to send him photos of you (maybe naughty, maybe not because he knows the guards read look at them).

Horny or no, he's extremely poetic in said letters; going on and on and on about how much he loves and misses you and what he's going to do to you when he gets out...

[its-gjera]

FNaF: Security Breach Gameplay Redesign Concept/Word Vomit

Hello everyone! Recently, I've been re-playing FNaF Security Breach with the purpose of getting the platinum trophy. While playing I just couldn't help but wish this game was just... better.

I know a lot of you out there like the game and story how it is, and you probably don't want to listen to someone who probably thinks they could do better (I can't) but I still couldn't help but wish, and in wishing I was just filling my brain with ideas and concepts and all these other things that just make it hard to focus on anything really.

So I made this gameplay redesign list of things I would've added to make the game more fun and engaging, just to get it out of my head. Feel free to ask questions about anything you like!

An important thing to note: This list only focuses on gameplay with small hints to story. Far more creative people than have made story rewrites if that's what you're looking for.

●General Info:

-Five Nights: Gregory is trapped in the Pizzaplex for five nights. As each night passes, survival becomes more difficult as enemies will hunt you down more frequently.

-Health: Gregory has three hit points. After all three hit points are depleted, getting hit one more time will be game over. Use bandages, medkits, snacks and food to recover or temporarily increase HP.

-Stamina: Stamina is used when sprinting. When stamina is depleted, your movement speed is reduced. Use drinks, food and snacks to recover or temporarily increase STAM.

-Inventory Management and Save Rooms: While the game autosaves after an encounter, you can save at any time in a save room, which usually takes the form of a Security Office. Security Offices are a safe haven where you can take a breather, craft items for the journey ahead, and manage your inventory by organizing your backpack or deposit items in a safe. Careful! You are not safe from every threat.

-Protection: Equip various types of headgear to protect yourself from attacks. (Construction hats, race helmets, Fazerblast helmets, sauce pans) all headgear protects you from one hit, unique headgear protects you from two hits. (Foreman hat, Roxy's Helmet, Fazerblast Captain Helmet, Golden Pan)

-Crafting: Gather materials to create all sorts of useful gadgets to protect yourself, or to cause more property damage.

-Hacking: Gregory is more skilled than he looks. Use his phone to hack into computers, doors, and other systems found around the Pizzaplex.

-Traversal: The Pizzaplex is huge, but getting around on foot isn't the only option for traversal. Use skateboards, shopping carts, segways, and even golf carts to move around more effectively.

●Movement Options:

-Running: Toggle the run button to run. Does not consume stamina. One handed Items can be used while running. You can run in any direction.

-Sprinting: Double tap the run button to sprint. Consumes stamina. Items cannot be used while sprinting. You can only sprint forwards.

-Prone: Hold the crouch button while standing still to go prone. It's the slowest traversal option as you're crawling, but it generates the least amount of noise and can be used to crawl into small gaps.

-Sliding: Tap the crouch button while running forwards to slide. Can be used to evade attacks. You can continue running or stay crouched after sliding.

-Diving: Hold the crouch button while running to quickly dive to prone. Can be used to evade attacks. You can dive in any direction.

-Vaulting: Vault over large obstacles.

-Tuck and Roll: When falling from big heights, hold the jump button right before landing to break your fall by rolling. Caution! Not every fall can be broken.

-Rail Slide: Hold the jump button while near a slanted stair railing to slide down. Remember to hold the button again before reaching the end of the railing to avoid stumbling.

●Gadgets and Doodads: Find or craft the various items you can use to survive the night. Deployable items must be carried with both hands and cannot be stored in your inventory.

-Flashlight: Illuminates dark areas. Requires batteries.

-Throwables: Throw objects to distract enemies. It could be whatever. Soda cans, spent batteries, coins, junk, etc.

-Gregory's Phone: It isn't much, but a clever mind such as yours turned it into an efficient hacking machine. Requires charge.

-Slingshot: Taken from the Lost and Found office, the Slingshot can be used to distract enemies and destroy surveillance units. Can be upgraded to be more effective. Different types of ammunition can be crafted for it.

-Fazcamera: Fazcamera can be used to stun bots and blind animatronics. Requires film rolls to be used.

-Fazerblaster: Can be used to stun bots and blind animatronics. Requires batteries.

-Fazbear Tazer: Can be used to shock and disable bots or surveillance units. Can slow down animatronics. Requires taser cartridges. Can be upgraded.

-Interface Tablet: This high tech tablet can be used to access the interface of your gadgets such as drones, AC cars and more. Can also be used to command Utility Bots.

-Nail Gun: A low damaging, but fast firing Nail Gun which excels at taking out smaller enemies. Requires large battery and Nail Gun magazines to work. Caution: Tactical reloads discard all remaining nails still in the cartridge.

-AC Car: Can be used for surveillance and is good at distracting enemies.

-Mini Surveillance Drone: Can be used for surveillance and distraction.

-Firecrackers: Ignited and thrown. Excellent at distraction and concealing most sounds you make.

-Firework Box: Deployable. After ignition, the box will belch out loud and bright fireworks that will distract enemies and conceal noises you make.

-Deployable Camera: Deployable. Tripod camera that can be placed anywhere on ground level and can be accessed at anytime using your Fazwatch.

-Shock Charges: Craftable. An electrical spike that can be thrown at any surface as a trap or thrown directly at bots to shock them.

-RC-SC: Craftable. Remote controlled toy car with a Shock Charge that can be detonated at any time.

-DJ BoomBox: Deployable. The BoomBox, when deployed, will start playing loud music that will not only distract enemies, but will cause bots that get too close to it to start a small dance routine. Animatronics can be distracted by it, but they will destroy the Boom Box once they find it.

-Jumping Jack: Craftable. Deployable. A large wind up box that can be placed down and wound. After the music ends, Jack will come out of his box, causing a loud distraction and damaging bots that get too close. It will self-destruct shortly after deployment, shocking anything in its blast radius.

-Smoke Bomb: Craftable. Creates a smoke screen that conceals you and disorients bots and animatronics.

-Sticky Camera: Craftable. Can be thrown or launched at any surface and later accessible with your Fazwatch.

-Override Key: You can use the Override Key to disable bots by inserting it into their CPU on their backsides. It will not work if the bot is aware of your presence.

-Command Key: Use the key to access the Automatons around the Pizzaplex.

●Accessories! Your guide to being a material gorl: Finding certain clothing options and accessories give you passive bonuses. Items include shoes, backpacks, gloves, outerwear, and facewear

•Footwear

Gregory's Shoes: Some raggedy old hand me downs. Hardly fit you. No bonuses.

Running Shoes: Roxy themed, Cassie would love these. Slightly increases running speed.

Soccer Shoes: Left behind by some unfortunate kid, these neon green shoes now serve to help you survive. Decreases stamina consumption while sprinting.

Basketball Shoes: Red shoes from an expensive looking brand. These shoes increase your recovery speed from jumping, vaulting, rolling and diving.

Sneakers: Like the name implies, these black shoes help conceal the sound of your footsteps and increase crouch walk/running speed.

Sandals: Unless you like making your life harder, you probably shouldn't wear these. Decreases running and sprinting speed, also makes your footsteps slightly louder.

Bunny Boots: Slightly decreases running/sprinting sound radius. Why are these bots looking at me funny?

•Backpacks

Runaway Backpack: This bag was supposed to contain all the stuff you cared about, but there was no time. No Bonuses.

Duffel Bag: Large bag from some employee, this bag greatly increases inventory capacity, but slightly decreases your overall movement speed.

Explorer Backpack: Belonging to some outdoorsy wannabe, this bag makes swapping items faster.

Designer Backpack: Probably costs more than what Vanessa makes in a month. This bag adds more quick slots item spaces.

Medic Backpack: Found in the Daycare, this bag can hold more healing items and increases healing speed.

Utility Backpack: Belonging to the Fazbear construction crew, this bag increases crafting material carrying space. Increases crafting speed.

Girly Backpack: There are better options you know…

Purple Backpack: Found near Vanny's hideout. Smells awful. Increases carry space for food and drink.

•Gloves

Sports Gloves: These stylish gloves increase the reload speed of all your gadgets.

Archery Gloves: Someone's hobby probably. Increases slingshot reload and draw speed.

Technician Gloves: Increases hacking efficiency.

Utility Gloves: Reliable and simple. Increases crawl speed and decreases time to prone.

Wooly Pink Gloves: No bonuses. Why?

Bunny Gloves: Fluffy and Soft. Why is your heart beating so fast?

•Outerwear

Black Hoodie: A bit large on you. Conceals you more effectively in the dark.

Leather Jacket: Old looking, but stylish. Grants immunity to self inflicted electrical damage.

Reflective Jacket: While it makes you easier to spot in darkness, you are almost invisible to surveillance systems such as cameras and drones.

Freddy Hoodie: Cute. Comes included with bear ears on the hood. Increases Freddy's overall movement speed when controlling him.

Bedazzled Jacket: Bright and makes so much noise when moving. Are you sure?

Bunny Hoodie: Why is this your size? Comes included with bunny ears on the hood.

Sports Glasses: A little corny. Increases ADS speed.

•Facewear

Face Mask: Hopefully washed. Muffles your breathing, increasing stealth.

Freddy Mask: Of course you're picking the Freddy mask. Animatronics have a tougher time spotting you.

Rimmed Glasses: Kinda makes you look like a nerd. Increases hacking speed for doors.

Technician Goggles: Silly looking. Allows you to see through smoke more effectively.

Heart Glasses: Nope, not useful. Adds a red tint over your vision.

Bunny Mask: Allows you to see better in the dark. Makes Vanny think you're cute.

●Enemies! Bad Guys a Plenty:

-Notoriety Level: Destroying property, being spotted by surveillance units and causing general chaos increases your notoriety. It is increased in five stages. The higher it is, the more bots will be sent your way. Get it high enough, and an animatronic or something even worse, will be sent to hunt you down.

-Staffbots: Instead of alerting animatronics, Staffbots resort to just attacking you. They're weak and not very smart, but high in numbers. Shocking them twice will destroy them.

-Security Staffbots: Slightly more intelligent and tougher, these units will also try to incapacitate you. Shocking them three times will destroy them. Destroying them increases your notoriety level.

-Surveillance Cameras: Every camera in the Pizzaplex is now being used against you. If spotted by them, they'll alert any nearby bot or animatronic to it's position and increase your notoriety level. Shock them or use your Slingshot to destroy them.

-Surveillance Drones: Similar to the cameras, these drones will patrol the Pizzaplex by flying around. If spotted, the drone will alert nearby bots and animatronics to your current position by constantly following you. Shock them or shoot them down using the Slingshot.

-Oppressor Drones: The larger counterpart to the Surveillance Drones. When spotted, these units will instead fly over you and shock you, damaging and slowing you down.

-Music Men: Usually found in large groups, these things will pile on top of you, slowing you down and creating noises to alert enemies to your position. They're incredibly fragile, just about any form of damage will destroy them.

•Animatronics: Your most dangerous foe. The animatronics can be found patrolling certain areas of the Pizzaplex. They cannot be destroyed, shocking them will only slow them down and stuns will not stop them in their tracks. Gaining a notoriety level four will cause any one or two of them to hunt you down. Getting caught by them results in a game over, no matter how much health you had.

-Glamrock Chica: “Pizza!?” An all rounder, Chica has moderate speed and agility. She's pretty easy to distract, but also checks hiding spots more often. Can be found in the kitchens, Mazercise or the Cupcake Factory.

-Roxanne Wolf: “I'm the best!!” The fastest of the bunch, Roxy can be found in Roxy Raceway or Glamrock Salon. While incredibly fast, she struggles often with avoiding obstacles and rounding corners. She also stays blinded for longer.

-Montgomery Gator: “Rock and Roll!” While on the slower side, Monty cannot be blinded by the Fazcam or blaster, but he is far more susceptible to shocks, being slowed for longer. Usually found in Gator Golf and Bonnie Bowl.

-Moon: “Night, niiiight…” The stealthiest one. Moon will try to get the drop on you by hanging from the ceiling, but he's the most tunnel visioned, as he can be more easily mislead. Can be found in the Daycare and Parts and Service.

-Destroyer 9000: “DESTROY ALL HUMANS!!” An atompunk style robot used to promote Fazerblast as a sort of “antagonist” to Freddy, this one is the slowest animatronic, can only walk towards you, but is the most resilient. Destroyer cannot be Shocked or blinded and will walk straight through obstacles in its path. Can be found in Fazerblast.

-EnviroRobotics Crusher Model A-37: “Bzrrrt!” Similar abilities and speed to Destroyer, this one acts as a garbage disposal unit. Is not actually aware of your presence, it's just crushing garbage and you just happen to be in its way. Can be found in the sewers.

•Vanny: “Are you having fun yet?” Not even an animatronic, yet the most dangerous and agile of the crew. Vanny can be active at all times after a certain time period every night and roams just about anywhere she pleases, and is summoned near your position when reaching notoriety level five. She also comes to your position if you stay in an area for too long. She cannot be blinded and will dodge any of your attacks. Her mere presence will disable all electronics, including lights, bots, animatronics, your traps, gadgets and Freddy. You cannot distract or hide from her as she knows your position at all times, your only option is to run as far away as you can. She can even attack you while in a Security Office. You are never safe from her.

●Sweet Friends of Mine:

-Freddy Fazbear: “Way to go, Superstar!” Your first ally, Freddy functions similarly to how he does in the original, but you now have the ability to give him commands. You can have him follow, spread out, go re-charge, or go for repairs. You also have to be more careful about when you enter him, if an animatronic sees you enter him, they'll attack the both of you, in which case Freddy will be forced to eject you so he may fight off the attacker. If damaged enough, Freddy will be forced to retreat to Parts and Service for automated repairs. The animatronics will forget what they saw the next night.

-Vanessa. A: “You and me, Gregory. Together” Vanessa is unfortunately confined to a security office, but is still able to assist you by controlling the Pizzaplex system from her office. She can disable security cameras and turn off the lights of certain areas, turn on the Automatons, lower your Notoriety Level. She'll even give you supplies should you visit her office. The Player is able to play as Vanessa by contacting her through the Fazwatch. While playing as her, you can perform more precise control over the Plex, access security cameras and mark enemies. As the nights progress, Vanessa will become more scarcely available as Vanny becomes more active.

-Automatons: Found within pods around the Pizzaplex, Automatons are utility bots not connected to the main network and instead rely on their own centralized network within their pods. Because of this, they're passive towards you and will follow your orders should you activate them using the Command Key. Be cautious, the Automatons can only roam in a certain radius outside their pods. Different types of Automatons have different behaviors and ways to help you. Medical Units will provide you with healing items, Construction Units are tougher and will give you a hard hat should you not have one, Security Units do more damage and have a larger roaming radius.

●Other Features:

-Mental State and Other Status Effects: Reminder; you're playing as a nine or ten year old boy, who is affected by the situations you may find yourself in. Being in danger or chased for too long will cause Gregory to enter a panicked state, where the corners of your vision will darken, animatronics will look far scarier, your breathing will become uneven, and Gregory will even be heard crying. He will calm down eventually, but staying in a Save Room, consuming food and drink, entering Freddy and speaking with Vanessa will calm him down more effectively. But on the opposite side of the spectrum, listening to the music you unlock through the Extras Shop, slightly increases overall movement speed.

-Property Damage: Property Damage or PDs is a currency you can earn by wreaking havoc in the Pizzaplex. Destroying anything owned by Fazbear Entertainment will earn you PDs. This currency can be spent in the Extras menu, where you can buy concept art, models, music, gameplay modifiers, cheats, different outfits for Gregory and different paint jobs for Freddy. You can check how much damage you've caused and to what at the end of every night by using your Fazwatch. See how much money you can make Fazbear Entertainment lose at the end of your play through!

-Dreams of Past Days: After surviving a night, Gregory sleeps throughout the day, where he dreams about his past, giving the player a clearer picture of who he is and why is he here..

-Survival: Bonus gamemode. See you long you can last against endless hordes of enemies!

●Achievements:

King of the Plex: Earn every trophy! Now what?

Boo!: Get jumpscared.

Getting Quirky: Survive night 1.

Twitchy: Survive night 2.

Hey! You're doing great!: Survive night 3.

Have You Tried Playing Dead?: Survive night 4.

What a Bad Night: Survive night 5.

We're Still Here: Survive night 6.

Superstar: Escape the Pizzaplex.

My Brave Little Knight: Save the Princess.

Fool's Game: Avenge Freddy.

Puppet Master: Discover the truth behind the mystery of the Pizzaplex.

Welcome to the Family, Son: Get caught by Vanny while wearing every bunny themed accessory.

What's Wrong With You?: Survive a night while wearing every joke accessory.

Bragging Rights: Win a round of Fazerblast.

Ace in the Hole: Win a round of Monty Golf.

You can Dance!: Escape the Fazcade.

Too Old for This: Get banned from the Daycare.

Name of the Game: Earn the highest level of security clearance.

Terrible Job, Superdork!: Yes there's fall damage.

Cost an Eye: Cause $80,000 in damages in one night.

Chaos Machine: Cause $200,000 in damages in one night.

You did WHAT!?: Cause $1,000,000 in damages in a single run.

Slayer: Destroy 30 bots in one night.

No Peeking: Destroy 15 cameras and drones in one night.

Electromagnetic Pulse: Electrocute 8 enemies at once.

Expert Scoundrel: Lasted 20 minutes in survival mode.

Hoarding: Find every collectable.

Ill Gotten Gains: Buy something from the Extras Shop.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Go Go Southern Lesser Galago!

Also known as the South African galago or the mohol bushbaby, the southern lesser galago (Galago moholi) is a small primate from the Galagidae, or bushbaby family. As the name implies, they are located only in southern Africa, from northern South Africa up to Rwanda. Their preferred habitats are savannahs and semi-arid woodlands, where they can often be found high in the canopy, and they are particularly associated with Acacia trees.

The mohol bushbaby is one of the smaller members of its group; at full height they stand no taller than 15 cm (6 in) and weigh only 225 g (7.9 oz). In fact, their tail is longer than their body, easily reaching 23 cm (9 in) in length. While it isn't prehensile, the tail is still an important tool for climbing as it gives G. moholi an excellent sense of balance. Along with their incredible tails, the South African galago also has one of the largest sets of ears of any primate, proportional to its size; these ears can move independently to help the southen lesser bushbaby avoid predators. G. moholi's final distinguishing feature are their eyes, which are incredibly large and a distinctive orange color. Individuals themselves tend to be gray or light brown, which helps them blend in with their surroundings.

South African galagos are almost strictly nocturnal. At night, they forage through the canopy for moths and beetles. These bits of protein, however, are supplemental; the mohol bushbaby's primary source of food is gum, or hardened sap from the Acacia plant. G. moholi has several adaptations allowing it to specialize in gum extraction, including scraping teeth on the lower mandible; long, rough tongues; and digestive systems that have evolved to break down and ferment the tough substance. Because they have very few defense mechanisms, southern lesser galagos are a common prey for many nocturnal species like eagles, owls, snakes, mongooses, civets, and gennets.

One of the few ways the South African bushbaby avoids predation is through its social units. Groups of 2-7-- typically composed of a female, her young, and a few non-reproductive relatives-- forage together. In these groups, their collective night vision and highly-developed hearing allow them to detect and alert each other to predators long before the threat is immanent. While individuals forage seperately, they keep in contact via loud, high pitched calls that can serve as a warning for predators, a point of contact between mother and offspring, or a territorial warning between males.

Male G. moholi live seperately from social groups, and are highly aggressive against other males invading their territory. This area often overlaps that of several female-led groups, but they only come in contact with each other during the mating season. Unusually, the species has two mating seasons through the year; from January to Februrary (late summer) and from October to November (early spring). Following a gestation period of 120 days, females produce a single set of twins each mating season. Each set is weaned after approximately 3 months, and young become fully mature at 300 days. Female offspring may join the mother's group, while males leave to establish their own territory. In the wild, an individual may live up to 16 years.

Conservation status: The IUCN has classified the South African bushbaby as Least Concern. Studies have indicated that the population is stable and, in some areas, increasing. However, in other areas the species is threatened by habitat loss and possibly capture for the pet and bushmeat trade.

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[angelickks]

supernatural mlist!

[HUNTER DOSSIER – UNOFFICIAL]

Name: Dean Winchester Known As: Dean, Agent Bon Jovi, The Righteous Man Other Aliases: Deanie (Max), Michael’s Sword, Demon!Dean (briefly), Agent Morrison Status: Active (see Death Count, addendum #0013) Classification: Hunter / Human (Modified) / Vessel Age: Early 40s First Sighting: Lawrence, KS – nursery fire (see Case File #00001) Affiliation: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury Reputation: “Most saved, most damned.” Gets the job done—no matter what it costs.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 6’1” Build: Solid muscle, built like a brawler Hair: Light brown, short, often messy Eyes: Green—referred to as “striking,” “hunter’s eyes,” or “bloodshot regret” Distinguishing Marks:

Anti-possession tattoo on chest

Scar on forearm from bearing the Mark of Cain

Burn scar on shoulder from holy fire incident

Frequent bruises—he never waits to heal

Additional Detail: Mark is often re-inked—he claims it fades faster than it should

KNOWN ABILITIES

Combat:

Lethal in close quarters.

Expert with firearms, blades, angel blades, the First Blade (when marked).

Fights like he’s already halfway dead—aggressive, unrelenting, efficient.

Tactics:

Battle-hardened tactician with gut instincts that rival prophecy.

Specializes in infiltration, ghost towns, and siege-style raids.

Ritual Knowledge:

Familiar with Latin, Enochian (basic fluency), demonic tongues.

Has rewritten exorcism rites mid-fight.

Vessel Status:

True vessel of Archangel Michael (Earth-Prime).

Has hosted demonic and angelic entities—resistance varies.

Once bore the Mark of Cain: increased strength, durability, bloodlust. Effects latent.

Supernatural Resistance:

High resistance to possession, mind control, and illusions.

Survived torture in Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven (long story).

PSYCH PROFILE

Temperament: Brash, loyal, deeply protective. Functions under extreme stress. Suppresses grief with jokes, violence, and bourbon.

Moral Compass: Used to see in black and white—now fights in gray. Has killed monsters and men. Always chooses family.

Trauma History:

Raised as a soldier by John Winchester.

Carried Sam from a burning house at age 4.

Spent 40 years in Hell—30 as a torturer.

Lost everyone he’s ever cared about—most of them more than once.

Notable Disorders:

Chronic self-sacrifice

Survivor’s guilt (extreme)

Obsessive caretaker complex (see: “saving people, hunting things”)

Fun Fact: Laughs at Scooby-Doo jokes. Sleeps with a gun under the pillow. Believes pie is a food group.

ASSOCIATES

Sam Winchester: Brother, partner, soul tether. Only person Dean would truly die for—over and over again.

Castiel: Best friend, angelic bond, occasionally his moral mirror. Their connection defies heaven’s hierarchy and human logic.

Bobby Singer: Father figure. Gave Dean his first beer and his harshest truths.

Max Winchester: Little sister in spirit, raised under the same roof of fire and monsters. He calls her “Mad Max” but trusts her like blood. Their bond runs on banter, shared scars, and the unspoken language of war-born survivors. If Dean’s got a suicide plan, he’ll let her come—because she never flinches.

The Impala (“Baby”): Car. Home. Reliquary. Emotional anchor. Contains hunter lore, weapons, mixtapes, and Dean’s soul.

MOST NOTABLE HUNTS

CASE #00002 – “The Woman in White”Location: Jericho, CA Summary: First documented case after reuniting with Sam. Set the tone. Dean baited the spirit through sheer recklessness. “I can’t cheat death, but I can punch it.”

CASE #01447 – “The Mark of Cain”Location: Global Summary: Dean took the Mark to kill Abaddon. Became something else. Lingered near the edge of monsterhood. Sam nearly lost him. He nearly wanted it. Quote: “You can’t outrun who you become.” Result: Mark removed. Consequences unleashed (see: The Darkness).

CASE #03000 – “The End of God”Location: Multiversal Summary: Helped bring down Chuck (God). Refused to be Heaven’s puppet. Made his own ending. Casualties: Too many. Quote: “We’re not stories. We’re real.”

WARNINGS / NOTES

DO NOT MANIPULATE HIS FAMILY. He will find out. He will take it personally. He will make it hurt.

DO NOT CALL HIM A HERO. He won’t believe you. He’s not in it for the glory—just the next hunt, the next save, the next dawn.

ALWAYS OFFER PIE. It might buy you five minutes. Maybe a smile. Maybe your life.

HE'S NOT JUST A HUNTER. He’s the kind of man the monsters fear. He’s the blade that keeps swinging—even when his own hands are bleeding.

“He’s what you get when you break a boy and tell him to save the world.” — Castiel

[simmeons]

Another! :⁠^⁠)

"Please."

@juneofdoom

Blindfold | Fall | Touch Starved

TW; slight body horror, yearning and longing (?)

Characters; MFP!Montgomery Scott, MFP!Leonard McCoy and Jim Kirk

AU; this is for the Mystery Flesh Pit scones AU! though, it's the sub Recovery AU where they get help with their condition. they aren't suffering too bad in this

“This is your new room!”

Jim made a dramatic gesture at the room, a big box with some big windows that sectioned off from the main visitor center. It was sticking out so people could walk past and see them, and they could see the visitors.

“It's big.” Montgomery momentarily thought, their body easing forward and back smoothly with the help of their new wheelchair-esc addition, clipped and fastened around their waist.

“Very open.” Leonard replied.

“They can watch us sleep.”

“Charming.”

“Do you two like it?” Jim asked, looking nervous.

“Do we?”

“Uh…” Montgomery hesitated for a moment. Eventually he just nodded carefully.

“Oh, that's a relief.” The blonde worker sighed. He started to walk around the room, looking tiny in it. “Your bed,” He started, giving them a tour. “Windows to look out, you'll be given your food at the proper times and here we've already prepared you an activity.”

Using their arms to drag their form, Montgomery inched closer, looking down at the ridiculously large puzzle laid out on the floor.

“Geez, I forget how big our hands are.” The Scotsman thought.

“What? What's happening?”

“Here, Bones.” Jim, somehow perfectly knowing what Leonard may be thinking. He walked over to a a panel on a wall, pressing a button. Soon a TV in the corner of their room lit up, and it was practically at the perfect height for Leonard to get a great view.

Jim then walked back to the puzzle and extended something from the floor. It folded up like a lamp, but there was a camera at the end that protruded. He bent the rod, positioning the camera to record the puzzle.

“I can see it! I can see!”

Montgomery felt the sheer excitement his boyfriend was feeling, felt how his heart beat increased with excitement.

“Is that better?” Jim asked. Montgomery gave a more eager nod. He was happy to have his lover being accommodated to. “Amazing. I'll leave you two alone. Would you like to be disconnected?”

“It would be comfortable to lay down for a while.” Leonard hummed, his eyes still trained on the TV, looking at the puzzle pieces.

With that in mind, Montgomery nodded again. Jim smiled and happily got to work.

It was still a bit of a hassle but eventually their large amalgamation body was laid down on their body. Jim brought the puzzle closer to them, said lunch would be on the way soon, and gave them some privacy. Well, as much privacy as one could get having their room being open for the park comers to look at them.

“We're like an attraction.” Leonard thought. “Oh, corner piece next to the white flower.”

“Good eye, love.” With some effort, Montgomery picked up the engaged puzzle piece and connected it to a border piece.

The guests were enjoying the sight of the large creature. A few were fascinated, one or two just plain scared, the children were in absolute awe, and two guys who were walking past were talking.

“That's gotta be the ugliest thing I've ever seen.” One of them said loudly, nudging his friend's shoulder, pointing up at the creature in the room.

Montgomery felt his, err… Chest area tighten.

“Ignore them.”

“It's hard to.”

“Right is the other part of the bee.” Leonard tried distracting his boyfriend. Montgomery huffed and connected the pieces together.

The group of people left, and more came. Thankfully no pictures, they could read the sign there. It was double sided, Montgomery could read what the guests were.

“Amalgamated lovers. Two of our own park workers pushed through the troubles, their power and perseverance a true testament of what love can do for someone. It also goes to show how far Anodyne has come with its work.”

“Yeah, toot your horn some more why don't you.”

Montgomery chuckled weakly at that. He stopped when he looked out towards the guests, seeing the people. He saw couples holding hands.

It hurt to see.

He missed touching Leonard. He missed holding his hand, kissing him, just general physical touch. Of course they were always touching now. They were never not touching.

“I miss it too, sugar. I miss you so much.” Leonard’s inner thought came much softer than his last one.

The Scotsman looked back down at their puzzle. “It's odd, feeling so touch starved like this. We're stuck together. We are touching.”

“That's different and you know it. Don't try to downplay the longing. You know I yearn for you too.”

“Och, Len…”

“I know,” Leonard’s movable hand gently patted their back. “This is all I can give you.”

Montgomery very carefully lifted his copepod arm, boney fingers gracing the southern man’s hair. “It's still soft.”

“Good, I'm glad! I can't really care for it on my own anymore.” Leonard felt his eye flutter closed at the touch. “It's… Boney than what I remember your hands feeling like.”

“Will it be enough for now?”

“Anything from you is enough.”

Montgomery smiled as best as he could. “Would ye like me to continue the puzzle?”

“Oh, yes. Please. Enough hair touching, let's get this done. Maybe Jim will give us a reward.”

[cheerleaderman]

Lottie Hatterson

An energetic out spoked boy who loves parties and wants to be in the event planning industry.Due to his playful nature other seems not to take him seriously.

Twst: The Mad Hatter

Basic info

Age: 16

He/him

Height: 170 cm

Birthday: June 20

Voice claim: Jp- K1-B0 - Danganronpa, Eng- Din- the wishing dragon

Hometown: Queendom of Roses

Class: 1-B

Dominant hand: both

Nickname: Hatter , Monsieur Joker(Rook), Clown fish (Floyd), Lots, titi

Favorite food: tea biscuits, bitter tea, Milk Tea, croissant sandwiches, ice cream

Like/hobbies: Parties , Yo-Yos, building sets (like Legos) , tea sets, coloring books, bunnies, finding loops in things, collecting cups,baking/cooking, skateboarding, roller skating

Dislike: Not being taken seriously, carrot cake, being yelled at for no reason

Family: Mom, dad, Marley and Coretta(19 older siblings) , Cerys(12 younger sisters)

Best subject: History of Magic

Talent: Making connections, tea making, balancing mainly things on his head

Unique magic- All Mad Here

Can give a boost in strength, energy etc to others and can increase it more by saying “release the madness” but if he does it to much everyone including himself could go mad and can experience withdrawal symptoms once over.

He doesn’t really use it after experiencing it for one time.

Twist and turns

No end near

But it’s ok

We’re all mad here

(More under cut)

More info

Relationship with Riddle

He has many friends being pretty social and A person who knows a person that knows a person

Others don’t really take him seriously due to his silly and happy go lucky attitude

Has a friend in RSA named Alister who is the housewarden of Wonderling

Family is well known in the Queendom host some of the most well known parties

His older brother Marley is a 4th year at NRC and has told Lottie much about the school

Sucks at alchemy doesn’t know why

Actually very good at organizing the person who has 10 different colored pens and still manages to finish their notes somehow

Called Riddles mom unreasonable to her face

Out of his siblings he is the one able to handle being yelled at or threatened the most

Learned how to deal with entitled people from dealing with so many due to family being in the event industry

Has a book of the rules for Heartsalbyul

Has a rabbit named biscuit

Was the kid to talk back to elders

Other are kinda scared to know what he is like when actually pissed off it doesn’t help that Riddle mentioned that he doesn’t want to ever get into a physical fight with Lottie

Backstory

Growing up in the Queendom of Roses Lottie always loved the parties his parents would throw wanting to continue in their footsteps when he grows up. He would hold his own little tea parties at home and would insist on planning his own birthday parties.

A problem is Lottie had trouble following most rules especially if he thinks they’re dumb finding loopholes to not get in trouble. That combined with his energetic personality people would label him as a troublemaker not taking him seriously for things. Some would even question if he is even right to continue what his family built up leading to Lottie wanting to prove himself.

He grew to become more organized and firm with it comes to events also when able would watch how his mother interacted with clients. His personality never really changed as he doesn’t think he should change that for others thanks to his parents. But others will say that there is definitely a shift to how he acts as if more serious depending on the situation.

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[catnyxi3]

Meet the Mancer…. Again!

Class: Polymancer

Name: Kittilia García

Gender: Female

Age: 25 yo

Weight: 180lbs

Height: 5’2”

Role: Defense

Ethnicity: Mexican/American

Origin: California, USA

Primary: Ak-47

Secondary: UZI

Melee: Gut hooked dagger

Special ability: Jumping really high and perching on random places.

Motto: “Don’t underestimate la muerte!”

Job: Irony

Speed: 90%

HP: 150

Personality:

Mancer is a caring person, who defends people she knows and loves, and that includes her teammates. Through her fiery, stubborn behavior, she still manages to be smug and rather arrogant when killing enemies. She also tends to be a hothead sometimes, but it only gives her strength. Just like Bandit, she also tends to be silly and somewhat immature. However, behind closed doors, she can be vulnerable and sometimes insecure.

Abilities:

❥ Sharp shooting

❥ Strengthening ammunition

❥ Stealth

❥ Healing

❥ Poisoning

Likes:

❥ Spicy food

❥ Cherries

❥ Reading

❥ Tinkering

❥ Dancing

❥ Music

Dislikes:

❥ Conflict

❥ The dark

❥ Silence

❥ Being touched too suddenly

Backstory:

Mancer, Kittilia Garcia at the time, heard the legend of Merasmus, and how he hosted a carnival from a few friends she had made while traveling to New Mexico for a month. On one fateful Halloween night she decided to give it a try, and took the drive to the vacant, almost haunted looking carnival. Stupidly confident, she accepted the challenge, and she lost. After failing one of his carnival games, he vowed that he would take her soul and trap her. As she begged for her life, she offered a different way. She would serve him. The magician was unsatisfied, so what he did instead was what Kitty would surely hate for the rest of her life. He gave her a task, to kill someone, Jane Doe. “Seemed simple enough.” It wasn’t. She was given just an ounce of his power, which had been a painful process of agony, and was sent off to be a mercenary in the Mann company located in Dustbowl, where the soldier had been working.

Appearance:

❥ RED Mancer’s nickname is Kitty, while BLU Mancer’s nickname is Kittia. Both of their names are Kittilia.

❥ Kitty’s eyes are a little upturned, while Kittia’s eyes are a little downturned.

❥ Kittia’s hair is shoulder length, and Kitty’s hair is tailbone length (which is ironic since it should go the other way around due to weather appropriation).

❥ Kittia’s hair is brown faded to blue ombré, while Kitty’s hair is brown faded to red ombré, due to their teams and favorite colors.

❥ The Mancer has a rather chubby build, but despite it, she’s very strong, especially in her legs.

❥ Mancer has little black horns on her head, this is the affect of the powers she was given, growing her little devil like horns. They were originally longer, but she trimmed them to conceal them easier. (Which was NOT easy).

❥ Mancer really loves to fight in style. More importantly, in her stockings, black choker, and the iconic gold hoop earrings. Do they help her? No. Do they increase her speed? No. Do they make her stronger? No. Is it meant to be ironic? Maybe. But do they make her look good? Yes.

Facts:

❥ Her powers are based off her spirit and personality. Unlike Merasmus with his cool colored aura and lightening, her powers are consisted of gold glitter and marigold pedals.

❥ If she were to describe her species, she would say ‘Demidevil’, since she was born human and only given powers later in life.

❥ The Mancer’s eyes glow yellow with strong emotions, brighter depending on how strong.

❥ Kitty is more fierce and snarky, Kittia is more meek and sensitive.

❥ Kitty is somewhat short tempered and stubborn, but also vulnerable sometimes. Kittia is rather hurt easily and intimidated.

❥ Some question how Kittia was even qualified to be a mercenary, but I’ll let you in on a secret… (she has two sides; one is the soft creature we know, and the other is a bloody thirsty killing machine, triggered by the taste of blood. This was due to a malfunction of the cloning process, but it surely makes her useful.) (PLEEAASEEE this is not meant to sound edgy I swear😭😭😭)

❥ The Mancer has blades under her boots that are activated by a forwards scrape, this is used so if her arms are retained, she can kick and stab her enemy.

❥ She wears a skull mask as a metaphor: “The last face you see is La Muerte herself.”

❥ Mancer has a tendency to call anyone she refers to as ‘cari/cariño, babe/baby, hon, bro’ by default, with some exceptions, depending on who.

[purrplegyuu]

Cold | Choi Beomgyu

Index

Chapter four

Warnings: softie beomgyu, angst, mentions of sex, signs of abuse.

Word count: 1.3k

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OKOKOKOK I know you don't really like soft chapters because oc this is not a soft story, however, I think it was necessary because of the last one being soft and also because of whet do I want to show. Anyways, I promise the next chapter is not gonna be that soft. (I also wanted to say that I didn't like the beggining of this chapter T.T, but I think it gets better like at the middle?)

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The boat glided smoothly over the calm surface of the lake, the rhythmic hum of the engine creating a soothing backdrop to the conversation between dad and Gaeum. As Luna landed on the other side of the lake, I noticed I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He knows a lot about me, he knows my fears, he knows my blues, he knows at least a bit of my past, but I don’t know anything about him. And everything I think I do know, is just what I think of him, which makes me wonder if I will ever get the opportunity to listen to him talking about his own life.

We all get out of Luna easily, except for Gaeum, who seems to struggle a lot due to her height. Dad takes her hand, helping her, and even lifts her slim body when she acts scared of falling to the lake. 

I see Beomgyu’s hand tensing, his face almost annoyed at his own mother’s acting. He sits on the wood chair my dad and I did eight years ago, and I sit right beside him. 

While dad takes out of Luna all the food they packed, Gaeum fakes many attempts to try to help him, which makes him kiss her sweetly, telling her he can do it by himself. That’s her personality when dad’s around; the princess in distress.

I look at my phone for a few minutes, until all the meat and the vegetables are cooking on the grill. Everything seems so old, however −even though I haven’t come here since seven years ago−, dad kept paying someone to take care of everything, so it’s still clean and in fine fettle.

Dad sits on one of the chairs, talking about how his week went. He makes some jokes, and sometimes, some details from his story makes Gaeum and me laugh highly. He is so funny without even trying to be. 

“Why don't you like him?” I ask Beomgyu low. He turns around to face me, looking back at the grill fastly. I notice he’s ignoring my question, so I talk once again. “I don’t want you to treat him the way you always do” It’s like he's in a good mood today, which just gives me the confidence to talk firmly to him. “I don’t like your mother, and I’m not mean to her”

“I don’t like her either” His voice sounding so deep it sends shivers down my spine. I swallow hardly, turning around to see my dad looking at me.

“Are you eating, honey?”

“I’m not hungry”

When we are finally going on our way back home, I look at dad, wondering if this is a good moment to tell him about my phobia of darkness. I look at the lake in front of me, while the small waves of the water get lost where the lights of Luna ends. 

Dad starts driving Luna like he knows what’s the direction we are supposed to go, and I’d like to think he knows, because this is going to make me feel a bit less scared. 

I feel Beomgyu’s hand taking mine, giving me a comforting look. As I said Before, he knows me, he knows my fears.

Once we are at home, I can feel the anxiety decreasing on my body, finally walking on the stable land. I don’t wait for anyone to get out of Luna as well, I almost run to the house, turning on the most lights I can. It’s nine thirty p. m., and we are in the middle of nowhere—it’s obviously dark as hell, and I know if I look through the window, my fear will increase a lot, so I do not. 

I run upstairs and close my bedroom door, looking for my pyjamas in my bag, finding it fastly and putting it on. That weird but pleasurable feeling of the warm and comfortable fabric against my cold skin making me almost jump to my bed, ready to sleep. 

I always sleep before eight thirty p. m.

I take my phone, answering the messages Jiwoo sent me on the day. Nothing interesting, actually—she’s asking if I’m excited for the school trip we’re going to have next week. She says it’s special for me since it's my first one, however, it’s already getting boring to her since they always go to the same places. 

Someone knocks on my bedroom door, and I go open, thinking it’s dad telling me what time are we leaving tomorrow. However, Beomgyu’s in front of my door, wearing his emo-like pyjama, messy hair and the same weird soft and angsty aura he has since some hours ago. 

He looks at me silently, not asking before entering my room, closing the door, holding my hand and taking me to my bed.

I wait for him to kiss me, touch me, make any move before he makes me know we are going to have sex once again. Instead, he lays on my bed beside me, and rests his head on my chest, closing his eyes and falling asleep quickly. He likes to sleep at eight thirty too. 

When I feel him trembling some minutes after that, my hand goes to his head, caressing his soft hair sweetly until he’s sleeping calmly again.

This kind of softness makes me wonder why can’t we be this way always, why can’t he be this kind always, why can’t I feel like that always. 

My door suddenly opens. I see Gaeum on my door. She looks at me coldly, and I almost can feel her anger. Does it make us look guilty? We have been hiding what we have for so many time, which makes me think we are not that obvious. But our position now… I can always say we are just close enough to be friends and have sleepovers, right?...

However, I can’t even attempt to justify our position as she closes the door so strongly I startle. The silence after that just makes my anxiety increase. Until I fall asleep.

I wake up at two a. m. when Beomgyu’s phone starts ringing. He wakes up also, and I pretend to sleep, not wanting this soft moment to end. The name of his mother on his screen letting me know who is this about. He takes his phone answering the call. 

He listens to her. Then, he answers. “I don’t want to” The call ends. He looks frustrated as he looks at me one more time before getting out of his room, closing the door and walking out quietly.

The next morning, we are all in the car once again. Gaeum looked at me once in a weird way that make me feel a bit awkward. I look at Beomgyu, noticing a purple circle on his arm. Did she hurt him?

I can’t talk to him quietly like many times before because she is looking at me like she is waiting for me to do something. However, I don’t do anything. After some time travelling, she looks at me through the mirror.

“Jeongseo, do you have a boyfriend?” I frown awkwardly, turning to see Beomgyu, who looks at her weirdly. I almost feel like he would yell at her, and tell her to shut up if he wasn’t… scared?

“Am… no?” I answer. My dad looks at Gaeum like she’s doing something kind or something.

“Aw love, are you trying to get along with Jeongseo? That’s so nice!” But I notice this is definitely not her purpose. “I’m sure you’re going to be like real mother and daughter soon” I look Beomgyu one more time, but everything I see now is coldness.

[bandgie]

Predator and Prey

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

a/n: not the last chapter I lied :( but chapter 5!

warnings!: oral (m.receiving), fire, unspoken death (idk how to say it), angst??? I dunno bro just read it please,

3.4k words

It's last day staying with Meredith at her bar. You and Nyryx had been taking cover at the village for enough days, and you're still on the run from killing the famed monster hunter. Still, you've managed to enjoy the company of the family. Meredith and Sammuel with their opposite yet perfectly blended personalities, the energetic and mischievous younger sons, and Abigail who was a lot more stubborn and outspoken than you originally thought.

Meredith had packed you a bag for your trip that included gloves, dried food, herbs, and other necessities for long distance traveling. "I suppose I should give it to you now," she told you. "I will be gone in the early morning, and I wanted to make sure you were ready for your journey in the morrow." You hugged her, taking a last deep inhale of her alcoholic sweet smell before you pulled away, "Thank you."

Now you laid in bed after a long day of working. There was an increase of customer, new faces, even more fights. You were tired from the long day, but you were still eager about what was to come tonight. You and Nryrx had talked about helping his urges so he doesn't lose control, though you don't mind it.

You wanted to be prepared for when he came, so you stripped into a plain long sleeve with cross cross patterns on the upper chest with underwear on. Now it was a waiting game, and truthfully you were anxious. You had never planned on what to do with someone when it came to being intimate, it just kinda happened. This, however, is calculated. It's purposeful, for god's sake it's your plan. The rapid beating of your heart, the queasiness in your stomach, the way you feel as though you can't take a deep breath...this is not just a twisted booty call.

Before you could fully go into panic mode, you could hear the flapping of large wings. Nyryx grips the edges of the window frame, eyes searching the room briefly before he sets his gaze you. Slowly, quietly, he crawls into your room. One leg after the other, head ducking in to fit before he crouches on the floor, eyes never once leaving you.

It's predatory in how he stalks you, how he entered the guest room. He stands, not at his full height though since he would hit the roof. He eyes you weirdly, noticing the nervousness in the air, "Is everything all right?"

You shake your head from his previous movements, "Yeah, everything's good sorry." He walks closer, eyebrows furrowing at your words, he doesn't believe you. "Was it the bar?" Nyryx voice is concerned, "Did you not have a good day?" You smile and laugh quietly, shaking your head again, "Dude, stop. I'm fine, just a little nervous." Nyryx expresses a small ooh sounds before sitting on the bed, it barely creaks under him.

"I see," he starts. "Do not worry. I am a little curious on what you have planned." He smiles widely at you, eyes turning fully black. "When should we begin?"

-

You kneeling before him, sitting in a prayer position with him sitting on the bed with his legs open. Nyryx is completely nude, his grey skin glittering in the moonlight and his cock half-hard. You had teased him through his shorts, ignoring his frustrated groans and irritated words. It's clear he's never been teased before, always used to being the one in control.

You rub your lips on his length, tongue occasionally peeking out to taste him. It's your first time giving him head, and his size is daunting. You can clearly see his protruding veins from where you sit, his dark colored cock growing his each swipe you give him. He clutching the edge of the bed, obviously resisting from gripping the sides of your head.

You drag your lips up and down, kissing his tip when you reach it. You decide not to you use your hands yet, keeping them on his thighs. You look up from your lashes you watch his expression, and he almost looks pissed. His nose is scrunched up, lips pressed tightly, eyes barely open as he looks down at you. You smile on his cock, licking the underside of him.

He groans quietly, "When will you take me fully prey?" You pull your mouth away from his cock, holding back a laugh when his hips thrust upward to catch your warm mouth. You replace it when your hand, gently stroking him. "When I want to," you voice is teasing. "Or I could stop right now, if that's what you want." His eyes shoot open, face suddenly serious and almost offended, "No, continue." You nod and tighten your grip around him, "That's what I thought."

Your previous nervousness was completely gone, instead you found confidence in your movements and his impatientness. You could hear the slick sounds he produced while you pumped him, resisting the urge to suck his tip. You were getting wet as you felt his smooth, hard dick between your fingers. This is what has been inside you, this is what makes you feel so good it almost hurts. You tights your thighs, applying pressure to the place between your legs as some relief. It's not a lot, but it will do. Nryryx is more important, or his cock is at least.

You gaze your thumb across his slit, smiling when he moans. You decide to tease his tip, paying extra attention to it by rubbing, stroking, and smearing his precum all over himself. It's clear that Nyryx is struggling, drool seeping from his mouth as he looks at you. His hips buck at your movements from sensitivity, hissing when you gently squeeze the tip of dick between your thumb and forefinger.

You pussy is drooling, mouth salivating at the sight on him. Nyryx could easily over power you, take you as he wants, but he doesn't of course. He finds the strength to let you do with him as you please, finding the bed the only thing he can grip. "You're doing a great job," you praise. Nyryx locks his eyes with yours and gives you a weak smile, "This is quite a tough teaching."

You laugh, "Is it? I should go easier on you then." You lean forward to take the first few inches on his dick in your mouth. You purr as you taste him, your hand at the base of his cock. Nyryx almost loses his composure, letting out a loud groan that has you worrying about waking everyone in the house up. You feel so warm and wet against him, it's a much smaller version of a pussy.

Nyryx decided it's okay to let one hand touch your head, brushing your hair back and coaxing your cheek with his talon. You look up at him with his cock shoved in your mouth, eyes wide and lips wet. You looks so pretty like this, he thinks. For a moment just for a moment, Nyryx is happy you're taking the lead. He would've blown right past your lips, not bothering to admire your lustful gaze. This dynamic gives him the opportunity to appreciate your expression, your swollen lips. Maybe he should have you between his legs more often.

You look away from his eyes to focus at the task at hand, trying to fit his length down your throat. It will be impossible for sure, but your hand can manage the rest. You relax the back in your throat and take deep breath, exhaling little bits of air the deeper you take him in. You can feel how your mouth leaks with his and your fluids, how your throat contracts at his girth. You gag when he touches the back of your throat, almost pulling away completely. You let an inch leave your lips so you cam stroke him with your hand, the other playing with his balls.

You use the slobber as extra lubrication as you stroke him, moving your head with a fluid motion. Your eyes are closed as you concentrate, but your ears pick on his moans. Nyryx usually grunts when he takes you, deep and guttural. His moans though, are a little higher pitched, like a desperate howl somewhere deep in the woods. His eyes are on you, though you can't see. He keeps his hand gentle as he caress your skin, loving the goosebumps that rise when he does.

You can feel your sticky underwear, shifting uncomfortably and needy. Still, you're determined. You don't know if you can make him cum from your lips, but you at least want to see how far you can push him. He's doing a good job so far, though he occasionally pulls on your hair when you suck harshly on him. You were debating on deep throating him again when you hear a scream outside your window.

You pop his dick out your mouth as you turn around, but Nyryx is already standing at the window. It's hard not to stare at his proud cock, but his fierce gaze makes you realize there are important things happening. You slowly stand to you feet and walk to to window with him, the fire in your stomach disappearing as you see actual flames outside.

A house not too far is set ablaze, men in armor are holding torches, families are crying as the watch their home turn into ash. You gasp, tears quickly meeting your eyes as you watch the scene. You don't notice Nyryx shove his pants on, grabbing a pair of wool pants and shoes that he presents with you. Your eyes are stuck on the scene though, it's not until he shakes and calls your name that you finally snap your of your spell.

"We need to go," his voice does not have any room for questioning. You don't ned to ask what's going on, those men are looking for you and Nyryx. You overstayed your visit, you put a village in danger, you put Nyryx and yourself family in danger. You grab the pants and put them on, the shoes next, then you see the bag Meredith packed you. You halt your fast movements for a second, picking up the bag.

"We can't leave them," your voice quivers, furiously wiping the tears away. You can already hear Nyryx preparing to argue, so you keep talking, "Nyryx we can't. They fed me, housed me, they-" Nyryx growls threateningly, cutting you off. He walks close to you, his clawed feet splintering the wooden ground beneath him. "You misheard me, I said we need to go, not them," his black eyes are menacing.

More tears slip past your face, voice breaking into a sob, "Please. I can get them out of the house and-" Nyryx doesn't listen to what you say next, instead slipping the bag you had in your hands across his shoulder. The screaming outside was now unbearably loud, you could hear Sammuel yell for his family to wake up. There's a possibility they can make it out themselves, leave the village before is completely on fire. You need to see it though, it just can't be a possibility. You need to see them leave safely.

Nyryx grabs you, throwing you into a bridal position as you squirm and cry against him. You're begging, pleading, then yelling at him. He ignores all your slaps, vicious words, clawing, and tears. Nyryx perches himself out the window looking down at the snow covered in flames, blood, and bodies. He can hear the guards shouting your name, questioning people as they destroy their homes. It truly is a sad sight, but he can't risk it. He can't risk losing you. So if you temporarily hating him is what needs to be done so ensure that, then so be it.

Neither of you had heard the door swing open, neither of you noticed the presence of another person. You did, however, hear the way your name was called, almost in disbelief. You turn and see Abigail standing at the doorway, eyes wide in shock and mouth agape. Her eyes are panicked, body trembling in flight mode, but she can still stumble out one word, "What..."

Without a thought, Nryrx takes flight. He ignores your resumed weeping, your scared eyes as you look down at the ruined snow beneath you. You can't stand the sight, so you bury your face into his chest. It helps protect your face from the harsh, freezing wind, but it doesn't stop your crying.

-

You knocked out in Nyryx's arms, and he was silently grateful to no longer hear your weeps. It was cold this dead in the night, too cold. He couldn't leave you in the snow to rest properly nor could he chance taking coverage in a different town, not this soon at least.

You shivered when he laid you on pile of snow and leaves temporarily. Nyryx searched for dry sticks, creating a two large lumps of what was soon to be a bonfire. It might alert where you both are hiding, but he can't risk you getting sick when you're this close to getting home.

Nyryx inhales deeply, letting his chest heat up and feeling the nearly unbearable burn before exhaling, flames escaping his mouth with a foul burnt smell. He did the same to the second one, immediately feeling the heat that radiated from them. He backed away and made his way to you. Nyryx's chest ached seeing your tear-stained face, your slightly purple lips, and tired expression.

It's a shame really, he knew you were really enjoying yourself in that village with that family, but all good things come to an end. Nyryx wasn't sure if you'd understand what he did, why he did. There was no one other than you to blame for thinking he could spare the compassion he had for you with others. Nyryx was a demon, and it was only death that could free him from his curse.

You woke up to the feeling of rough hands picking you up, warmth immediately filling your body from Nyryx's body heat and the fires your sleepy eyes saw. The woods was eerily quiet, and it didn't not help that you Nyryx was silent, in thought. You were curious about his quietness, but you did not speak.

You were still reminiscing about Meredith and her family. How you betrayed Abigail and snuck in a demon in their house. You could blame Nyryx for the possible demise of that family all you want, but it was you that opened the door (and your legs) for him the very first night. You were the one that begged to stay at a village despite knowing you are being pursued. Nyryx is not to blame, at least not fully.

You wiped the stray tears that fell down your face, sniffing quietly. Nyryx's head looked down at you, finally realizing your wakefulness. He sat with you in his arms near the fire, eyes with an expression you couldn't possibly began to unfold. He looked away from you, face catching the reflection of the fires before you both. Nyryx looked beautiful, truly. In this moment, you could finally understand that he was a creature of the night.

His skin blends perfectly in the dark sky. Without the fire, you're not sure if you would be able to see him despite being right in front of you. His dark eyes throw back the reflection of the flames, giving the impression that he must have night vision. His talons were meant for shredding, yet he holds you so carefully, so tenderly. Nyryx's appearance screams predator, but the way he keeps you near him is anything but.

He notices your staring, shifting almost awkwardly with you in his grasp. He clears his throat, "Tomorrow night will be the full moon." Nyryx keep his eyes on the fire, as if he is uninterested in what he said and what you might say. You can tell though, he's nervous. He stiff, on edge, he's a statue. You nod against his chest, feeling his shallow breaths and his quick heart beat.

"Yeah," you also take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. There is no denying in what is to come, what is to be left behind. It's scary, thinking about returning to your normal life when you've experienced such an unbelievable two weeks. Is it even possible?

"I'm scared," you confess to Nryrx. He finally looks down at you, eyebrows furrowing and lips parted, "Of what?" You snuggle closer to his frame, unsure of how to start. There's so many things you're fearful of: things that have happened and things that haven't happened yet.

"Of leaving you," your voice is barely a whisper. You're sure it was carried away by the soft wind, but his eyes widen as he hears you. "You're scared of leaving me?" He sounds almost in disbelief. It wasn't long ago that you were cursing him, crying at the top of your lungs about his lack of empathy, his demonic self. Yet here you were, on the verge of tears at the mere thought of leaving him.

It almost made him smile.

"I...I don't know what's gonna happen. Won't those people be looking for us? For you? We're in this mess 'cuz of me, and imma be leaving to have you deal with it all by yourself-" your rambling is cut off by Nyryx laughing. You raise an eyebrow, unsure what part of what you were saying was the punchline.

"Prey," his nickname call your attention, "I believe you have other things to consider than my safety. I have the capability to take care of myself just fine. Do not allow 'my safety' to hold yourself back from going to where you belong."

His words were meant to be comforting, but you still can't shake the way he said 'where you belong'. You were never meant to find that cave, to run into that mansion, to meet Nyryx, to feel such a conflicting way towards him. You don't belong here, you don't belong with him. You couldn't help the tears the spilled past your waterline, wetting his chest. Nyryx was quick to wipe your tears away, not bothering to bring them to his lips to taste you.

Why did your family have to go to the beach for Easter? Why couldn't they have gone to a public garden nearby? Why did you have to be curious and go into the cold cave? Why do you have to go through this?

It would be better to forget, to tell yourself that this didn't happen and that it's all pretend. You should have never left your family's side, this would have never happened. It would have been better, you wouldn't have to deal with this pain.

Opposing thoughts and questions infiltrates your thoughts. Would it have been better though? Ignoring the chill from the magical cave, ignoring Nyryx's call for help. He would still be in that cage, out in the cold. Who knows what would have happened to him, what animal they could've treated him as. Neither of you will know though, because that didn't happen. You did save him, freed him of a fate he so desperately needed to escape. That alone, made this entire ordeal worth it.

Nyryz was quietly talking to you, whispering words of solace to you. You weren't fully listening to what he was saying, but it's still soothing to hear his voice against your ear. You took a deep shaky breath, finally coming to your resolve.

"Thank you. Maybe it's stupid, but I really thought we could save everyone you know?" You titled your head up to him as you spoke. He only hummed in understanding and nodded, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You could feel how your stomach fluttered at his action, the brief increase of your heartbeat.

"It was...a foolish thought, but endearing nonetheless," Nyryx had a mischievous smile as he replied. You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, smacking his chest in the process. It was much too soon to joke like that, but you decided to ignore it. You opted to make your self comfortable against his chest, relishing in his touch.

Tonight is the last night you will ever sleep in his arms, in his world, in his embrace. The thought tempts you to cry again, but instead you screw your eyes shut. Right now, in this moment, all the matters is you against him. You can allow yourself one tearless night.

a/n: I feel so bad bro I keep edging you guys but next chapter should be the last one. I just write and I can't stop cuz I'm setting up the mood or scenario idk man. I have a problem

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In recent days, "Bugbvie"(?) (I don't know what name to come up with for the city<:'() has experienced hot weather, which has increased the attractiveness of the water bodies many times over. The beaches are overcrowded. However, in the water people encounter an incomprehensible phenomenon - a long and round worm, reaching four meters in height, facing the department. Back then, they were only two meters tall and were already safe for insects, but now they have advanced and are now craving a new "home" in the bodies of insects. The body of a hairworm can reach three to four meters in length, but they are very thin.. It is usually inconspicuous in the water (the color can be either dark or light) and can easily get into the mouth. The female, when laying eggs, may grab you and forcefully push the eggs inside. The hairy one loves fresh water. It lives in streams, small rivers, lakes, ditches. But the most frequent appearance is the river - "Bagena", There are a lot of these worms there, and the mayor of the city said that the path to it should be closed. Hairworms crawl into the mouth through drink or food, and develop inside quite quickly. From egg to larva to full-fledged adult, the worms live inside, gradually turning the insects into "zombies". Worms easily take over the brain and turn it into mush, forcing the insect to go to a pond, where they later crawl out and lay eggs. Is it true that the hairworm — is a parasite? This is not true at all. It is not the worm itself that leads a parasitic lifestyle, but its larvae. Once inside the insect, they begin to absorb nutrients inside the stomach of their "host". At the end of its growth, the individual influences the behavior of its owner, forcing him to strive for water. After which, getting out, eating a hole into it. The insect after this...does not survive. But the praying mantises have adapted, and after such an experience, they can be restored.

One of them is — Tepvo! The hairy worm got out of the body too early and cannot even provide for itself without help. The "master" he was in, the fate is unknown, because I ("grandfather" Tepvo) found him hiding from the rays of the sun under a stone. He brought him home and became his guardian. Tepvo bites. Not literally. He is a very mean person and can hurt you, but he is trying to improve, thanks to.. my help💢. But if you see that he offends you, let me know. Tepvo is a domesticated worm. He will never bother anyone again. The bow on his neck is evidence of this - he is Domesticated

Phew.. sorry for so much information, I completely forgot that I had a separate text for this. If you are interested in reading all this, then.. thank you very much<:_

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Health and Fitness: Tips and Benefits

Health and fitness are two interrelated concepts that affect our well-being and quality of life. Being healthy means having a good physical and mental condition, free from diseases and disorders. Being fit means having the ability to perform physical activities with ease, strength, and endurance. Both health and fitness can be improved by following some simple tips and enjoying some benefits.

Tips for Health and Fitness

One of the most important tips for health and fitness is to exercise daily for at least an hour. Exercise can help you burn calories, strengthen your muscles, improve your cardiovascular system, and boost your mood. You can choose any type of exercise that suits your preferences and goals, such as walking, running, cycling, swimming, dancing, or lifting weights. The key is to be consistent and challenge yourself gradually.

Another tip for health and fitness is to eat the right foods and portion each meal. Eating a balanced diet that includes fruits, vegetables, whole grains, lean proteins, healthy fats, and water can provide you with the nutrients you need to function properly and prevent diseases. You should also avoid or limit foods that are high in sugar, salt, saturated fat, and processed ingredients. Additionally, you should control your portion sizes and avoid overeating or skipping meals.

A third tip for health and fitness is to keep track of calories and food intake per day. Knowing how many calories you consume, and burn can help you balance your energy intake and expenditure. This can help you maintain a healthy weight or lose weight if needed. You can use a food diary, an app, or a website to record what you eat and drink every day. You can also use a calorie calculator to estimate how many calories you need based on your age, gender, height, weight, and activity level.

A fourth tip for health and fitness is to be sure to get enough sleep. Sleep is essential for your body and mind to recover from the day’s activities and prepare for the next one. Sleep can also affect your appetite, metabolism, immune system, mood, memory, and concentration. You should aim to get at least seven to nine hours of quality sleep every night. To improve your sleep hygiene, you should follow a regular sleep schedule, avoid caffeine, alcohol, nicotine, and screens before bed, create a comfortable and dark sleeping environment, and relax before sleeping.

A fifth tip for health and fitness is to stay motivated. Motivation is the driving force that keeps you going despite the challenges and obstacles you may face. To stay motivated, you should set realistic and specific goals, track your progress, celebrate your achievements, reward yourself, seek support from others, join a group or a class, find a workout buddy, or hire a personal trainer. You should also remind yourself of the reasons why you want to be healthy and fit.

Benefits of Health and Fitness

Health and fitness have many benefits for your physical and mental well-being. Some of the benefits are:

Reduced risk of chronic diseases: Being healthy and fit can lower your chances of developing conditions such as heart disease, stroke, diabetes, cancer, osteoporosis, arthritis, and obesity.

Improved balance and coordination: Being fit can enhance your ability to maintain your posture, move gracefully, avoid falls and injuries.

Increased energy levels: Being healthy can boost your metabolism and provide you with more fuel to perform your daily tasks.

Enhanced mood: Being fit can release endorphins in your brain that make you feel happy. Being healthy can also reduce stress hormones that cause anxiety.

Better self-esteem: Being healthy and fit can improve your appearance, confidence, and self-respect.

Conclusion

Health and fitness are important aspects of our lives that we should not neglect. By following some simple tips such as exercising daily, eating right, tracking calories, getting enough sleep, and staying motivated, we can improve our health and fitness levels. By doing so, we can enjoy many benefits such as reduced risk of chronic diseases, improved balance and coordination, increased energy levels, enhanced mood, and better self-esteem. Health and fitness are not only good for us but also for those around us who care about us. So, let’s start today!