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galedekarios · 2 months

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Hello, big fan of your Gale content um I just saw this post on X that really annoyed me that was a graphic saying Gale would use 3 in 1 shampoo implying he is lazy with his hygiene and that another character was more like that and it had like 6k likes and I just wonder why everyone mischaracterizes our best wizard so much? Generic male expectations? Justice for Gale. He deserved that lavender bath.

thank you for your message and kind words! 🖤

i haven't seen the post you're referring to so i can't say too much about it, but if we talk about the general concept of hygiene and personal care, in my heart i know the following truth:

gale loves his little indulgences and that includes the finer things in life, like taking long baths, perfumes, massages, and the like.

once he feels better again and has the spoons to fully appreciate it, he would have a ridiculously elaborate 13 step self-care routine, beard oils and all of that.

(we know his year of isolation likely led to him neglecting himself, given tara's repeated lines about not eating enough, as well as gale letting his beard growing out.)

in early access, he had this dialogue with the protag, about dreaming of a nice lavender scented bath:

Gale: Time is a precious gift. With time, we may even reach Baldur's Gate, a city rife with magic, wizards, scholars, and perhaps: solutions. Player: In that case I share your optimism. Here's to the journey ahead. Gale: And here's to your company. Gale: Oh, I can picture it now: academies, libraries, laboratories – the assembled knowledge of centuries that may just set us free. Better yet: soft beds, home cooked meals, and all the other little luxuries this wilderness so brashly denies us. Gods, I'd pay a king's ransom for a hot, lavender-scented bath – minstrels serenading as I close my eyes and let the water's warmth dissolve all woes. Plenty to look forward to.

this was sadly cut.

i also seem to recall another line of dialogue in early access where a companion commented on gale using a waterdhavian scent/perfume, which had woody undertones. if i can find it, i'll be sure to post about it.

but still, he still has similar lines in the full release version, like in this banter with shadowheart:

Gale: I must tell you, Shadowheart, the bathing waters here leave much to be desired. devnote: A bit know it all Gale: The ablutions offered at the Temple of Beauty in Waterdeep are far superior. And they have the most excellent soaps. devnote: A bit know it all Shadowheart: Hmm. I was wondering why you always smelled like a wealthy dowager. devnote: Teasing

bathing waters, excellent soaps and ablutions at the temple of beauty in waterdeep. the temple of beauty is a temple to the goddess sune, the goddess of beauty and passion.

"Her temples usually held social salons and displayed mirrors for use by lay parishioners. Some of them even had public baths for the local populace. Her shrines often stood on the corner of busy city streets. They would have a small ornate overhanging roof with a mirror underneath. They were used to check one's appearance while honoring Sune with prayer. Some shrines even held perfume and cosmetic items for those who could not afford such luxuries themselves." [x]

volo's waterdeep enchiridion says this in particular about the temple of beauty in waterdeep:

"If you need to refresh yourself during your travels, or perhaps to primp before an important meeting or a night out, visit Sune’s faithful at the Temple of Beauty. Its marbled public baths and mirrored salons are open from before dawn to after dusk. There’s no fee for these services, or for the advice and aid of the temple’s many pleasant attendants, but donations are encouraged."

there are some other banters & lines of dialogue in the same vein:

Player: I want to be with Gale. I'm sorry. Shadowheart: Don't be. He's charming enough, well-read and well-groomed.

there are more banters and comments like this from other companions as well (including minthara, for example), so yes, i think it's safe to say that gale is not a 3-in-1 shampoo type.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 meta #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3 #text: asks #gale also has a quadrillion comments about being really sensitive to smells (esp bad ones)#it's pretty funny #i need to make a compilation #also at some point i hope we can address how prejudiced these takes are and what they are rooted in #gale is not the toxic manly man or the token straight bc he has a beard & is mature #and was in a 'relationship' with a female goddess

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ninjautistic · 2 months

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I found out some stuff about Oni's and I have a whole bunch of new headcanons for Lloyd and Garmadon..

#instead of lloyd being the shortest in the group. hes gotta be fucking TALL due to his oni blood #oni horns are sensitive.. the power this gives me for garmadon and lloyd...#ONI'S ARE CANNIBALISTIC?? DO YOU THINK MAYBE GARMADON ATE SOMEONE BEFORE...#I hope its not mistaké however you spell her name #hopefully lloyd doesnt eat people..#maybe in his oni form...#GARMADON AND LLOYD CAN GO INTO SPACE #Oni's apparently have a weakness of harsh smells and sharp objects too btw..#but in the ninjago universe apparently its the power of creation #Oni's also have HUGE fucking spikey clubs as their weapons im totally gonna give lloyd that fucking thing #also apparently female oni's are likely good with magic and dark spells does that make lloyd and garmadon a trans icon /JJJJJJJJ #transphobes dont attack me 🙄#oni's can have 1-4 HORNS im debating whether lloyd should have that unicorn horn #oni horns can be small or FUCKING HUGE too #so much potential headcanons...#ninjago #ninjago fandom #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon ninjago #ninjago lloyd garmadon #ninjago lord garmadon #lord garmadon ninjago #lloyd garmadon #garmadon ninjago #ninjago garmadon #oni lloyd

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mrwavellswaps · 11 months

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Understanding Him Better

(Birthday Present for @bodyswappingandshit ❤️)

Marcy stared out of her bedroom window, looking up at the clear nigh sky. Her college roommates had already gone to bed but she just couldn’t sleep. There was this boy on campus on campus she’d gained a huge crush on. Alex. He was every bit her type. A strong, muscular and smooth body. Youthful, charming looks. An air of confidence that was balanced out by a humble nature. He was her perfect man. Except she had no idea how to really approach him. Most of the interests he had didn’t really overlap with hers so she didn’t know how best to strike up a conversation. Her friends had told her just to straight up ask him on a date but the last time she did that she got rejected and had been terrified of trying again ever since. And so as Marcy continued to admire the stars in the sky, she secretly wished that she could understand Alex a little better. Maybe then she’d be confident enough to speak to him…

Little did she know that as she finally slipped into bed, a certain magical entity had overheard her wish and was more than willing to ‘grant’ it. Magic flowed into Marcy’s body as she drifted off to sleep, changing her and her life so that she might finally understand Alex.

The next morning Marcy woke up feeling incredibly groggy. She stretched her arms a little and immediately she felt something was off. She blinked her eyes open and what she saw was certainly not her bedroom! Or at least it was but… it was like someone else entirely lived in it. Gone were all her clothes, her make up and most of her books. Instead there was what looked to be men’s clothes lying around along with an Xbox set up across the room. Her boom shift seemed to be replace with a bunch of games and even more noticeable was the weights rack that was next to it. Even the whole colour scheme of her room was different. Before it’d been bright yellow and white for the most part but now it was black and dark blue. It was almost like a dude had been living in her room…

She sat up a little and immediately noticed the difference in weight. Her body. It’s size. Its shape. It was completely different! Her breasts were gone, replaced with pure muscle, and her arms were huge! From what she could tell under the covers her legs looked much bigger as well but that wasn’t the most concerning part. She could feel a strange bulge between her legs… it couldn’t be. Marcy didn’t want to believe but everything was pointed towards it. She needed to see it for herself.

Jumping out of bed in a panic, she rushed out of her room and towards the bathroom, stumbling a little on the way due to her new weight and the unfamiliar package between her thighs. As soon as she made it however, she locked the door behind her before dashing over towards the mirror and what she saw took her breath away. Staring back at her in the mirror was a dude! But not just any dude, it was Alex! The boy she had a crush on.

“W-what the… How is this… I-I look like Alex!?” She said aloud though not quite believing it herself. But her reflection said it all. “I have his muscles… and I’m standing in his underwear… and…” Before Marcy could continue she was cut off by an extremely odd feeling. One she’d never felt before. The feeling of blood rushing to inflate a certain organ of which she was quite unfamiliar with. She could see clearly in the reflection and as she looked down at herself that a tent was forming in her underwear, creating quite the obscene bulge. Naturally she had no idea what to do. For the first time in her life she was experiencing what it was like to have a cock and she had no idea how to make it go down.

She reached down and poked it experimentally, the sensation of which sending shivers through her new masculine body. “Oh woah. That feels… weird.” Marcy muttered. Part of her was weirded out by the strange new appendage between her legs but at the same time she couldn’t help but be curious. After all, wasn't this Alex’s cock? The guy she’d been having dreams about for months. She’d been wondering what it would look like and well… now she could see for herself!

The former young woman took a deep breath before hooking her thumbs under the waistband and pulling down the underwear, allowing her new cock to spring forwards in all its glory. She had to stifle a gasp as she watched it bob excitedly. It was just as amazing as she’d imagined it to be. “Never imagined I’d be seeing it from this angle though.” She mumbled before reaching down and gently cupping her new musky balls for the first time. Feeling the strange heft that came with them along with an urge to protect them at all costs. Her hand then shifted back up towards her new shaft before gripping it, feeling the pleasure of a dick run through her body for the first time. “But I can’t say I don’t like it…” She added as she couldn’t help giving it a few tugs. “O-oh wow! That’s nice!” She only planned on giving it one or two tugs but it just felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself. “Oh god… is this why dudes are such horny freaks!? Mmmm…” She grunted.

Marcy found herself turning back towards the mirror and continuing to admire her reflection. The reflection of her crush now under her complete control. She had no idea how the hell it’d happened but in this moment, as she jerked Alex’s cock like a horny beast, she couldn’t deny how hot it was. Running his rugged hand up and down his shaft, feeling the pleasure slowly ramp up until eventually it started to reach some kind of peak. Marcy’s eyes rolled for second until “F-fuck! Am I… cumming?” She wondered aloud, not knowing exactly what a male orgasm felt like, but her question was soon answered by her new cock launching a wave of hot white cum all over the bathroom sink and mirror.

Throughout the strangely exhilarating experience, Marcy hadn’t noticed just how loud she was being with her grunting and groaning as mere moments later there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Alex? You okay in there?” Came the voice of her best friend Kayla.

“Oh uhmm… yeah I’m good. Just gimme a minute.” Marcy responded awkwardly. Though she couldn’t help noticing how Kayla had called Alex’s name. Did everyone think she’d always been Alex? It was a crazy thought but it wasn’t any crazier than her having woken up in the body of a guy.

She quickly got to work wiping up all the cum she’d sprayed across the bathroom, wiping down the surface’s with cleaning products just to make sure. When she was done she unlocked the door and stepped back out to find that Kayla must’ve gone back to her room. Marcy took this as a chance to sneak back into her bedroom for the time being to figure things out. She peered down the apartment's hallway, seeing that the coast was clear, before tip-toeing back to her room.

After closing her door, she turned and looked over her bedroom. It certainly didn’t feel like hers anymore. Sports stuff dotted around the room, boys clothes everywhere, and a certain musk in the air that she hadn’t clocked onto when she first woke up. A deep sweaty smell that her nose had frequently caught whiffs of from other college guys around the campus. Only now she was the culprit. Upon that realisation she lifted up one of her arms curiously before giving one of her armpits a sniff and what she was met with was a strong masculine stench that she never thought she’d smell on her own body. The kind of scent that really screamed that a guy was a jock who frequently found himself in the guy. Not an inaccurate description judging by her strong new physique. Despite that she looked around frantically for something to cover up the smell and luckily as she unzipped a gym bag beside her bed, she found a can of deodorant inside which she wasted no time spraying the contents onto her armpits.

Soon after Marcy found herself sitting on her bed, trying to evaluate her situation. She was surprisingly calm, everything considered but she’d always been a very logical and cool headed person. That said she started to go over what she knew. For a start she still lived in the same apartment with the same people but now those people think she’s Alex. She could only guess that meant everyone in her life probably thought she was and always had been Alex. And judging by her room she could assume that most of if not all of her personal possessions had been swapped out for Alex’s. Did this mean the real Alex had taken on his old form? If so, was he aware of it like she was? Something she’d need to investigate later. But one other thing she’d realised was that she seemed to retain her attraction to men. From what she knew Alex had been a straight guy and yet even with this body the thought of being with men still gave her butterflies.

“Fuck. This is gonna take some figuring out.” She sighed, looking down at her hands and body. Eyes lingering slightly on the bulge in her underwear. “Well… I’d always wondered what it was like being a guy…” She mumbled to herself, trying to make light of the insane situation she’d somehow found herself in.

Eventually Marcy found herself digging through the abundance of new clothes at her disposal until she found some stuff she was comfortable wearing. After which she looked in the mirror and smiled knowing she looked hot as fuck right now.

It was then she realised that she had absolutely no idea what the hell she was supposed to be doing today! Would she still be attending her fashion design classes from before despite probably sticking out like a sore thumb. Just then however, as if prompted, some new memories surfaced of her attending fitness programmes and learning about all the different theories of exercise and more. That must’ve been what Alex did! And she supposed it was what she’d have to be learning from now on… well assuming more knowledge would come to her it couldn’t be that hard right?

She stepped out of her bedroom and conversed with her friends a little. It was strange as none of them seemed to notice whatsoever. As if they’d always been friends and roommates with Alex. It was strange to say the least but it certainly made things a hell of a lot simpler. She sat and had breakfast, subconsciously making herself a bigger and more calorie rich meal than usual to fuel her bigger body.

Soon enough she set off to college with her friends, splitting off to each of their different lessons upon arriving. Marcy instinctively made her way towards the sportier side of campus where all the jocks resided. Naturally she’d never really explored it before and yet she found herself navigating it perfectly.

Upon arriving at class, there were some other dudes that began talking to her which she quickly recognised as Alex’s buddies. She stumbled through the chit chat with them at first but it didn’t take long to get into talking about dude stuff that she’d never have been able to really understand before. But their chatting was cut short when their lesson started.

The lesson was all about fitness and muscle theory as well as dieting and the human body in general. Almost all of the more complex stuff would’ve gone right over her head before but now she was absorbing like a sponge. Like she was recalling stuff Alex had already learnt. It was odd to say the least she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. After all it seemed Alex was one of the best students in the class and most people, the teacher included, recognised that. It made her feel special and even a tad bit cocky considering she’d always felt mediocre in her fashion design course before.

By the end of the lesson Marcy left feeling more confident than ever with more of Alex’s memories rising to the surface. She puffed out her muscular chest with pride after saying bye to her new mates and began to ponder what she should do next. Usually she’d head home after college but something told her there was something else that needed to be done. Something else that her new body needed. That’s when it hit her. The gym. She had to workout if she wanted to keep Alex’s muscular and powerful body.

Upon arriving at the gym Alex usually went to however, Marcy couldn’t help but feel nervous. She’d hardly ever lifted weights before and she didn’t have the slightest clue as to how half of the machines even worked. That said she decided to start with something simple and hope the memories would just come to her over time.

She’d decided on working legs today so she began with some simple body weight squats to get herself warmed up. As she did she couldn’t help but notice how much easier it was. Where before she would’ve been feeling a burn at about 10 squats, now she could go at least to 20 before feeling it. It didn’t take long for her to not only get warmed up but already feel a bit of a sweat coming on. At which point she decided to peer around the room for her next exercise.

Just as Marcy had hoped it was all starting to come to her now. A routine for bulking up her legs was beginning to form in her mind. Piecing itself together gradually. Next on the list was split squats but something told her she wasn’t going to enjoy them. Yet she found herself a bench and a couple weights before setting up. She got into position, grabbing the weights and placing one foot in front of her while resting one on the bench behind. With that she began her first few reps and lord was her assumption right. Every decent she made felt almost hellish as both her legs and glutes were worked intensely. And after completing 10 she had to switch to the other leg! It felt like torture but at the same time every set felt so gratifying to complete. Safe to say the by the end she already wanted to collapse while sweating buckets. But she still had plenty more to go.

Thankfully a newfound drive to workout and build muscle allowed her to forge on through the rest of her workout. New memories entered her mind one by one allowing her to remember different exercises, each of which she tried. She made sure to get plenty of glutes exercises in there as well as she’d always loved guys that had big muscular butts. So much so that she could help but keep checking out her own one in the mirror constantly, loving how it strained against her tight gym attire.

Marcy continued to jump from exercise to exercise until her manly legs couldn’t take anymore punishment. She soon found her more or less hobbling out of the gym but she couldn’t help feeling great regardless. Through this experience she had gotten her first taste of how it felt to be so powerful with the kind of strength jocks like Alex had. It was amazing!

One thing she couldn’t ignore however was her stench. After such and intense sweaty leg workout, it was only natural that her new body had gotten a little musky again. She supposed that was one of the downsides to being a dude. Though she had to admit, she wasn’t as repulsed by the smell as she had been this morning. Perhaps it was just her adjusting to it now but honestly it didn’t smell that bad. Regardless she knew other people would have a different opinion so she planned on jumping in the shower as soon as possible.

The very second Marcy walked in the door to her shared apartment, she had a one track mind heading towards the bathroom. Only stopping to quickly say hi to her roommates before locking herself in there and getting undressed.

She tossed her sweaty gym clothes into a pile on the floor before stretching in front of the mirror, her naked male body on full display. It was strange. There were so many subtle differences between this body and the female one she’d had for her whole life before this. The curvature of her waist was less accentuated yet her upper body was much broader. Her hands and feet were much bigger which honestly she was still trying to adjust to a little. She’d been struggling to write on paper during college earlier today due to her meaty digits and she’d be embarrassed to admit how many times she’s caught her foot on things today. Another thing that she couldn’t help notice was the shape of butt. Of course she’d already had plenty of time to admire it while at the gym but she couldn’t help inspecting it again now. Instead of the softer heart shape it had once adorned, her butt seemed much more sculpted. It was a little smaller but also perkier at the same time thanks to all the exercise it gets.

“Yo Alex! Are you getting a shower or what? You said you weren’t gonna be long!” Shouted her other roommate Jacob.

“Yeah sorry! Now getting in!” Marcy responded, quickly turning on the shower to prove as much.

As the steaming hot water flowed over her body, Marcy noticed that all of the shower products she’d bought before had vanished only to be replaced with men’s shampoo and men’s body wash instead. She shrugged, grabbing the shampoo and rubbing it into her now short hair. And as she washed it out minutes later, she knew it was time for the body wash. The new man squirted a generous amount of body wash into her hand before starting to lather herself up with it. Running the soapy liquid over her thick pecs and down her abdomen, smothering it across her thick bulging arms and massive shoulders. There was no way she could deny how amazing it felt to simply touch her new body. She’d always wanted to feel Alex’s muscles and now she could! Her hands continued to wander further south, lathering up her admittedly very hard cock before getting some more body wash to rub across her muscular ass cheeks. Something that should’ve been so simple and routine as getting a shower just felt so erotic now. Even running her hands down her thick powerful legs felt incredible.

Even after she’d rinsed all the soap off, she continued to run her hands all over her new body. Worshiping and groping it until she once again found herself gripping her new cock. When she’d awoken this morning, as enthralled as she was to be in the body of her crush, part of her had still hoped she’d find a way back to normal. But now, after really knowing how great it feels to be a strong muscular dude with a cock between her legs, she decided she’d much rather stay like this! Even if it meant having to constantly put up with the musky scent of being a dude from now on. This was just too good to give up!

Marcy continued guiding her hand up and down her shaft, this time making an effort to stifle her groans so her roommates wouldn’t hear. Loving how her new manhood pulsed eagerly in her hand. Just like before she could feel that slow rising pleasure start to build as her balls began to churn, getting ready for what was about to come. Her movements grew faster and more erratic, having to place her free hand against the wall as her other went to town. Jerking her cock furiously until finally she shot Alex’s seed all over the shower walls…

She stepped out of the shower a few minutes later after having cleaned up her mess. Wrapping a towel around her waist before scooping up her clothes and heading back into her bedroom. As she finished getting dried, Marcy made her way over towards her bedroom window. The very same window at which she made her wish to understand Alex better. Now she could say for certain that she did. She dropped the towel to the floor, standing fully nude before the window once again, before making another wish. This time her only wish was that things could stay this way forever. That she could keep this muscular male body forever! To continue experiencing the life of a man. To explore the gay dating scene with other dudes. She wanted all of it! And luckily for Marcy, whatever had granted her wish the first time was more than happy to grant this one as well…

#male to female #male body swap #identity theft #male transformation #jock #musclegrowth #smell #magic #permanent #wish #accidental

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asmodeo1972 · 5 months

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Studio parte seconda

#bd/sm slave #smell of female #feet #smell of feet #feetnails #lesbian foot sniffing

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meisterdrucke · 7 months

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The Soul of the Rose, 1908 by John William Waterhouse

(1908, Öl auf Leinwand)

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goddess-sareena · 8 days

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Hold on, you pathetic foot freak! You wouldn't dare scrolling past the feet of your goddess without expressing your gratitude for the time she spent uploading this image and writing these sentences now, would you? ... Of course you wouldn't - show me that you're gratefully enjoying the privilege of seeing my dirty stink feet like the total f*cking loser that you are and send $5 via Paypal !

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hanatatami · 11 months

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Trans girl Blanca (feathery antennae = characteristic of male moths)

#fgo #delete later #they use them to smell a female's moth pheromones!#another fun bug fact: a butterfly with wing tails is most probably a male :)#this was a delete later but it got so popular for some reason i can't delete it now #at least i managed to teach people cool bug facts

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aw777 · 11 months

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#coquette #lana del rey #female manipulator #femcel #female hysteria #female rage #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #lizzy grant #girl interrupted #coquette aesthetic #parfume #vivienne westwood #cherry #how to smell like cherry

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endious · 10 months

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CHAPTER THREE.

FEATURING 、JEFF THE KILLER X F!READER

WARNINGS 、SWEARING, MASTURBATION, STALKING THEMES, EXHIBITIONISM, (NONCON) VOYEURISM, NUDITY AND BLOOD

NAVIGATION 、THE SMELL OF IRON AND 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘.

Jeff woke up that night in a cold sweat, sitting up so quickly he felt lightheaded as his skull throbbed with a dull ache. He takes a few deep breaths, heart thumping in his ears at a fast pace as he stares at the darkness clouding his room, trying to adjust his eyes to it as he looks around without blinking.

What the fuck was that? He thinks but he’s unable to recall what he had dreamed about. Was it what he experienced earlier that day? Maybe he just had an odd nightmare that left him feeling a little uneasy but after a few more beats of silence he feels nothing as his body has calmed down and he stares at the shape of the dresser against the wall before looking over at the dark block to his right that was the curtains hiding the outside world from his view.

He huffs, angry as he stands up and fixes the metal band t-shirt he wore as he walks toward the window and moves the curtains just enough to peer out. He sees the bright pale light of the moon in the cloudless inky sky above before looking at the neighboring house with its lights on. It’s none of his business really but he can’t help the need to be nosey and curious about what the people inside of the house might be up to. Until he sees a figure running up to the house and he recognizes the girl. That’s the same girl he’s seen three times now, and she lives next door? His luck must be incredible. He grins wickedly as he watched her catch her breath on the pearly white porch of her house, looking around as if she was being followed (which Jeff found rather strange) before hurrying inside and closing the door quietly but hastily.

He stands there for a moment, looking around the area as if he were making sure she wasn’t followed before his eyes flick over and he sees a new light in a different room of the house turned on. He stares with wide eyes, watching the figure of the girl as she walks around in her room languidly like her busy day had finally come to an end.

He gets a sick idea, gripping the curtains tightly, veins more noticeable along his hand for a moment before he releases the material and slips his converses on before stalking out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He walks into the kitchen, careful to not make much noise as he twists the handle of the backdoor and pushes it open and sneaks out, shutting it silently behind himself.

He steps down the wooden steps and into the backyard, grass crunching under his shoes as he walks towards the fence and stays low, out of sight as he stares up at the perfect view he has of the girl’s bedroom window as he watches her move around in her room. He felt heavy and warm all other, a sick and twisted churning in his stomach as he watched her like some stalker as his lips part slightly.

She’s unaware, standing by the window and tugging on the hem of her shirt and pulling up slowly as if she knew and was teasing him. His hand sneaks down into his sweats without thinking, his breathing growing heavier as he palms at his half hard length and keeps his eyes glued to her. She was a fuckin’ minx and didn’t even know it.

He groans lowly, tugging on his throbbing cock and tensing his abdomen up as he grits his teeth. The girl tugs her bra off after tossing her shirt somewhere, unclipping the bra and letting the straps slide off her shoulders before shrugging the entire thing off and finally now her breasts were on display all for his eyes to see.

”Fuckin’ shit,” He groans quietly, eyes darkening as he stares up at her body through the glass panes on the second floor of her home. Her perfect tits are right by the window and she smiles as she looks down at something but it only registers in Jeff’s mind as her being aware of what she was doing to him. His hand squeezes around the base before sliding back up and down at a faster pace that has his body curling a bit as he watches her. She turns away, leaning down and she disappears from the window for a few moments until she returns and tugs a soft pajama shirt over herself but he can still see the way her perky nips poke against the material and she starts fixing her hair up before wiping off her makeup.

He pulls his sweats down just enough to free his throbbing cock before he begins to fist it roughly, huffing breaths through his nose as his length twitches against his hand and he speeds up once more as he lets his head fall back. The sounds of crickets and trees swaying in the cool breeze carried along through the night mask most of his hushed sounds as he nears his climax and swears under his breath.

What makes him paint his hand in a creamy white is the sight of her mascara streaking down her face as she reaches for another makeup wipe. He imagined that’s the look her face would wear when he gets his hands on her and claims her for himself. He wanted to see her pretty makeup falling apart on her face because of his doing and that’s when his stomach tensed up and his face contorts as his breath hitches in his throat and he leaves a mess on his hand and the grass below. He sighs deeply, taking heavy breaths as he recovers and when he comes down from his momentary high and looks back up at the window he no longer sees her pretty figure by the glass and shortly after he watches the bright light disappear as darkness covers her room.

He hums slowly and quietly, tugging his pants back up and fixing his t-shirt over his sweats once more before turning and slowly walking back to the house. He enters it just as quietly as he had left it and sneaks up the rather creaky stairs. He reaches his bedroom and twists the doorknob as he pushes it open. He’s halfway into his room when he’s stopped by the sound of something, someone.

”Jeff? What are you doing? Where did you go?” It’s Liu. Jeff sighs clearly frustrated as he turns and gives his brother a glare but it’s difficult to make out the face of Liu in the dark.

”I heard somethin’ outside and checked.” The lie rolls off his tongue effortlessly and he sees the shape of his brother relax as he takes a step backwards away from Jeff and toward his own room.

”Oh… okay. What was it?” He asks quietly and Jeff nearly wants to throw him into the nearest wall so he’d go away.

”Why does it matter?” Jeff snaps in a hushed voice, clearly angry and his brother shrinks back as he stammers out an apology. Jeff scoffs, “It was a cat. Okay? Go back to bed.” And with that Jeff goes into his room and closes the door, locking it behind himself as he takes a deep breath and heads straight for the curtained window.

He moves the dark curtain to the side and peeks out through the rather dirtied panes. There’s no sign of the neighbor girl showing herself again anytime soon considering how late it was and he nearly questions what she might’ve been doing at a time like this when it’s so dangerous for a sweet girl like her to be out alone like that. He lets the curtain fall back into its place and saunters over to his bed, tugging his converses off and tossing them off to the side. He hears them thud against the wall before he lays back down in bed, still restless as ever but he closes his eyes regardless and focuses on all the thoughts he has about that girl and unknowingly sends himself back to sleep.

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The officer pulls into the police station parking lot, an unnameable and heavy weight on his shoulders as he parks his car and sighs to himself while looking at his lap for a short moment. It’s quiet, save for the sound of his car running but he takes the keys out and exits a few seconds after and is instantly met with the cool air of the night as he looks up at the starry sky above. There’s a distant look in his eyes as he looks up at the moon and speckles of white twinkling above before heading for the glass doors of the building.

The older man huffs out a sigh as he opens the door to the police station and heads for the back. He heads for an office and swings the door open, a disappointed look on his scruffy face as he sees a man seated at the desk in the office.

”Officer Stiles.” The male smiles, resting his hands on his desk as he looks up at the older man who approaches the desk slowly. “What do I owe-“

Officer Stiles nearly slams a folder down on the desk, making papers scatter on the wooden surface as he gives the man a small glare. “There’s your evidence and proof.” He says in a flat tone and straightens his posture back up. “There’s a group of killers out there and we have a suspicion that we might’ve found one of the individuals. Now you have evidence to justify sending out a warrant.”

The man at the desk signs deeply before opening the folder seeing various papers and photos clipped to them. There’s handwriting on some of the papers and there’s two photo that stand out to the man as one is a image of various bloody footprints of different shoes on floorboards and the second image is of a hair strand caught on a snapped doorway, hanging between the splinters that stuck out in different directions.

He looks up at Stiles with a knowing look on his face and hums as if he knew it was going to be a tricky and long bumpy ride. “I’ll have one by tomorrow.” Is all he says. It’s all that needed to be said anyways and Officer Stiles nods as he makes his leave from the office and heads for the front of the station where he sees the two young men he’d spoken to a few days prior while looking at one of the crime scenes at the side of a road caused by this brutal and violent group they’ve been searching for for nearly half a decade. It was irritating thinking you were so close to closing a case only to find more evidence and loose threads that leave you lost. Stiles wasn’t going to let that happen for much longer, he was tired of this game of cat and mouse and sought to put an end to it.

”Hello fellow officers.” He says in his gruff voice, nodding at the two men who seem surprised to see him.

”Evening, Officer Stiles.” One of the males speaks up with a short nod after clearing his throat. He takes a step forward with a deep breath but before he can talk Stiles chuckles with a grin.

”Are you about to ask me to go eat with the two of you, at this hour?” He turns serious suddenly, voice void of any amusement or sarcasm and the two officers tense up and get all nervous as they glance at each other like they did something wrong. The older man smiles once more and walks towards the glass doors, his footsteps echoing off the walls before he turns and looks at them. “Well? C’mon now, but I’m picking the place.” He calls out before pulling the glass door and walking and heading for his car when he hears the door opening and closing shortly after as the other officers head out and follow after him.

He gets into his car and they get into theirs, waiting for him to head off first as he starts up his vehicle and the headlights flash on allowing him a short distance to look on ahead. Stiles sighs to himself, rolling his head from one shoulder to the next as he relaxes in the driver’s seat and lets his eyes focus on what lies beyond the small parking lot. He sees something in the distance as it catches on the headlights of his vehicle, like a pair of eyes glimmering when a flashlight hits them in the darkness and he feels his blood run cold at the sight that lasted merely a second. He tenses up momentarily and holds his breath as if he’s anticipating seeing it show up again but it doesn’t and Officer Stiles is left with a looming feeling as if he’s being watched as he puts the car into reverse and tries to shake the image out of his mind.

He could’ve sworn he saw a creature of some sort or maybe it was a person hunched over, they often found people wandering around aimlessly and either high as hell or drugged out of their mind but he swallows the thoughts down as he exits the parking lot and tries to focus on getting to a bar where he could unwind for the night. He doesn’t want to think about the murders piling up or whatever he had just seen and he convinces himself it was just his mind playing tricks with him as he disappears into the dimly lit town of Hives Forest in the dead of night.

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