#maybe like a dude version of for good from Wicked

[singingowlfairy]

FYI, I just think Bruno Mars should add Josh Groban to his duetting list.

[thewonderfulwitchofthewest]

my thoughts on Wicked part 1 :D

(spoilers for act 2)

stuff that made me happy:

Absolutely loved and appreciated that there weren’t any huge song or scene removals, just smaller stylistic changes that were usually made to help things flow better

More emphasis being put on Elphaba’s midwife/primary caretaker being an Animal. That was one of the gripes I had from the musical, especially since it forms the basis of Elphaba’s motivations and empathy. Plus, the book was more prevalent about it as far as I remember

Elphaba causing the mural of The Wizard in Shiz’ welcome hall to crumble and reveal the Animal mural underneath was one of my fav additions!! What a clever way of pointing at that revisionist history, and also foreshadowing Elphaba herself being the one to uncover the truth behind The Wizard later.

The recurring For Good leitmotifs FUCK!! that was so mean of them, but so amazing

Set design went insanely hard, kudos to the team!! Everything was visually stunning! I’m in love with Shiz’ rotating library in particular, keeping to Wicked’s theme and aesthetic of circularity

Speaking of circularity, costume design also went incredibly hard!! Of course I miss some of the original designs, like Glinda’s yellow dress, but the new outfits brought in do feel similar to the ones that weren’t included, so I’m not pressed about it. I’m very happy that most if not all of Galinda’s outfits incorporated circles/curves (see above; also a nod to the bubble aesthetic)

Elphaba’s innocence and joyous whimsy in The Wizard and I!! So beautiful. She’s so outwardly excited and fantasizing so vividly, something she only expresses in the safety of her own solitude. But she has a chance, she’s free to explore something she never thought she could have before, she’s unlimited. Really great I Want song sequence

Original Dillamond is more humanoid and looks more refined as a professor imo. But I’ll admit, this Dillamond’s very endearing…he’s just a lil goat. And I love him :)

I really enjoyed all the The Wizard of Oz-like stylizations being included, like the title font. The references were great too, like the ‘ruby slippers’ in Popular

The gadgetry in general was super cool. Gotta love all those fun lil inventions, like Dr. Dillamond’s tea set that accommodates the fact that he doesn’t have hands

The vocals HOLY SHIT. Do I need to say anything?? I was blown out of my seat dude. Loved all of the little personal touches added into the songs, it felt so raw and close to what actresses would’ve done on stage

things that could’ve been better:

Honestly, my biggest issue is that I needed Elphaba to be more mean. I like my Elphabas blunt, and angry. She was grumpy and petty and bitter from the start, but was still a good person, and I loved that about her character. While I respect the decision to make this Elphaba more composed (possibly to garner more sympathy from the audience), she came off as a bit too somber and self-pitying for my liking. Elphaba is witty and sarcastic. She’s unapologetic, but knows when to yield. And most importantly, she’s very much fuelled by rage, as much as she’s moved by love and compassion. I hope part 2 brings in all her nuances and inner fire, because that would really elevate everything for me!

EDIT: As an extension to the point above, I do still love fiery Elphaba, but I recognize there was nuance in this particular decision for this version of her character! This is the insanely good post that changed my view of things (for the better)

Somewhat related, I was looking for a bit more oomph, more emotion and inflection in tone for some of the line deliveries. The ones off the top of my head would be Elphaba’s explanation about being green, and Glinda’s sadness over Fiyero’s changed behaviour at the train station. Maybe this is a nitpick, maybe it only makes sense on a stage, but yeah I do miss the intensity.

Overall, I’m not the biggest fan of Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero. No disrespect to him, but I think they could’ve found someone a bit less charming and more rogueish for Fiyero, especially since he’s supposed to be a troublemaker and an airhead in this act

Also no disrespect to Michelle Yeoh, but I’m not the biggest fan of her singing. I wasn’t that torn up about it. It came and went, that’s what I’ll say. As for her as Morrible acting-wise, she’s okay. I love when Morrible is more over-the-top and loud, but Michelle plays her quieter, sneakier. She’s got room to be more intimidating later on in part/act 2

godddd I wish we could’ve gotten new scenes with Elphaba and Fiyero because as fun as gelphie is, fiyeraba is a compelling dynamic to me too, and I think the movie could’ve taken a great opportunity to rectify what a lot of people’s problem is with the ship, aka it being too rushed. I would’ve loved to see an additional moment where they shared something with each other and only each other, like a personal tidbit about Fiyero’s life as a prince, or something he did at other schools, anything Elphaba could grasp onto and relate to in order to flesh out their relationship more, as two people who understand what it’s like to not be happy and seen for who they really are deep down

Even just making the I’m Not That Girl sequence more visually appealing would’ve been nice. I miss the poppy field. We lost that flower symbolism in this particular context, representing love, remembrance and hope for the future, which does encapsulate the basis of Elphaba and Fiyero’s relationship

The Defying Gravity sequence was of course absolutely incredible on several fronts, but it did feel a little clunky at times. Somehow the pacing was slower here than it was in the musical. I should feel my heart pounding alongside Elphaba and Glinda’s. Elphaba trying to steal The Wizard’s balloon was a nice touch though, I loved that.

Small gripe, but I would’ve loved more steampunk stuff incorporated (the train to the Emerald City was great!!), as well as the Time Dragon Clock somewhere (unless I missed it in the opening sequence?)

If I think of more, I’ll add it in later, but that’s pretty much it for now! I really enjoyed watching this movie. It was very well done and it captured the soul of the musical!!

[a-really-cool-blog-name]

You know, I just watched wicked part 1 yesterday (great movie by the way)

And I have a few thoughts about it

Idk spoilers I guess

1.it just now occurred to me in defying gravity how stupid it is to tell the people actively hunting you down the general direction you will be heading towards. "And if you can't find me look towards the Western sky" WHY WOULD YOU TELL THEM THAT???

2. Any Nessie was on screen I could not stop thinking about "she's going to get crushed by a house"

3. dramatic irony can hurt actually it can hurt really bad (when the second part comes out it is going to destroy me)

4. Did anyone else notice some weird green screen issues? Like characters would have the green screen around them, I'm thinking that may have been intentional cuz it was on the logo thing a little bit into the movie when that doesn't have to be green screened in but eh it stopped being distracting like 20 minutes in. (He could have just been my theater the theater I watched it in had this weird issue where like twice in the screen went to Black for like a second soooooo)

5. I kept being violently reminded that this is a tragedy this is a tragedy this is a tragedy and it hurts me so deeply I was like "oh I want to watch wicked in theaters I love the music from the original" like a naive Little fool I can't handle tragedies and what do I do I watch a tragedy I get emotionally invested in a tragedy (why do I keep doing this)

6. I did not know about the animal plot at all because there is no songs about it lol

7. in popular I noticed there was a nice little reference to the Ruby shoes of the movie where Glinda clicks them three times

8. no idea how I didn't know that no One mourns the wicked is the first song in the movie and the introductory song I didn't know that somehow

9. funny thing since I always listen to the songs without context I did not know Elphaba's sister was named Nessa so when I was younger I just assumed they were saying NASA and Glinda was saying that she was going to rise above the organization of NASA?? And that Elphaba was going to care for NASA like donate to it or something?? The version of wicked little me believed in is a very confusing version.

10. I still don't know how to say the prince's name lmaooooo

11. most of the songs were relatively good (I still prefer the originals) but those extras were struggling on no One mourns the wicked not singing as a crowd singing as a crowd they did great on but the individual people who said stuff like "no one cries they won't return" (I'm not sure if it was that line in particular I just know one of the dudes was really struggling) were kind of off sounding I'm not going to lie

12. Why in no One mourns the wicked did they show that Dorothy was going down the yellow brick road I thought that was where the journey ended I thought that's when she went home? was that just representative for the audience?? Have I just not watched The wizard of Oz in a long time so I completely forgot about the order of things maybe

[whattraintracks]

Thoughts from "Reality Check" and "Across the Universe"

Ah yes, the fun filler episodes before "Same As It—PSYCH! You've been bamboozled!! Because Mikey and Raph seemed like they were having a good time, but, also, they almost died? Multiple times??

I know Mikey calls them the teenage mutant super turtles, but they seemed older? I don't know, they had adult vibes. Maybe that was just because they seemed so cold to Mikey. Gosh, how devastating it must have been for Mike to be face to face with these distortions of his brothers, his oldest and only playmates, except these versions don't know him and aren't even willing to engage with him.

Pfft, he looked so disappointed when alternate Casey said, "violence is rarely the answer." Not even bummed, more offended like, 'Dude, I can't believe you just said that. I thought we were friends.'

On a happier note, he'd be thrilled to know there's a universe with a statue of him. Wait, actually, since he's a battle nexus champ, he has a statue at the nexus, doesn't he? Good for him.

My working theory is that the Time Scepter sent the turtles somewhere related to their recent environment/what was on their mind. The turtles get hit with that beam, and it goes, hmm, what are you thinking about? Superheroes? Fast bikes? Yeah, I can work with that. Intrigued to know what Donny was working on that led to SAINW. Leo goes to Usagi's universe, right? Haha, bet he was thinking about his crush while practicing with his katana. Bonus points if he was using the sword Usagi got him for Christmas.

I don't know if the phase shift was painful (a la Across the Spiderverse). It didn't seem to be, but it must have been terrifying, especially when it happened while Raph was trying to operate a massive vehicle.

Holy heck, Raph was straight-up blackmailed by a couple adults into competing in a death race. And then had to be the adult a few times to get him and Falcon out of mortal peril and say, 'Hey, maybe let's not leave our fellow competitors to die.' Yeesh.

Now I'm just. Imagining Raph retelling everything that went down with the Planet Racers. He's focusing on how wicked the race was and raving about the specs on the bike, and then someone—probably Splinter or April—says softly but also very concerned, 'Sweetie, that wasn't a good situation. You could've gotten really hurt. Those adults shouldn't have treated you like that.' And he's all, 'Yeah, uhuh, sure, and did I tell you about the GIANT WORM!' Because, initially, he thinks they're overreacting, but as he sits with it and cracks open his emotions about the whole situation, he realises, um yeah, that was kind of terrifying, and they wouldn't take no for an answer, and all I wanted to do was get home but they wouldn't let me and. . . yeah, I probably,,, should've expected this reaction to a Raph-centric episode

[pruneunfair]

Phix as a plot device and how he could be utilized

(In case you don't know, Phix was Rashtas old friend who helped her escape slavery)

In the original, Phix was never implied to exist and shows up for the purpose of being assassinated by Rashta to prove how irredeemable she is compared to everyone else, Phix doesn't need to be removed nor does his death but it had little to no impact plus it's hard to see him as anything other than a plot device.

I don't know if it was ever confirmed if Phix was another slave or just some homeless dude who got along with Rashta but for the sake of this scenario, he'll be another slave at the rimwell estate and Rashtas only friend (Rashta will also have slight changes in personality now that she has an ally).

In this version, the two escape together and while Rashta later becomes a concubine he is put into military training to become a knight. Besides Sovieshu, Phix is the only other person in the palace who supports her and will defend her from characters like Lebetti. Wheras Rashta will be the impulsive one ready to jump head first in a new plan or even just a simple dumb idea, Phix would be the voice of reason to tell her "no, that's dumb, don't do that." She wouldn't like it but Rashta knows deep down she can trust him and for a while, Rashta isn't getting into that much trouble so she wont be seen as much of a nuisance... until Duke Ergi shows up.

Ergi would see Phix as a threat since he's preventing him from convincing Rashta to enact on her more wicked thoughts to dismantle the east, Phix would warn Rashta that Ergi is shady and tell her to be cautious around him. Unfortunately, Duke Ergi is quite the charmer and after days or perhaps weeks of convincing her that Phix is setting her up for failure by holding her back, Rashta takes the bait and begins to view him as an annoyance which isn't helped by Phix telling her she needs to get away from Ergi, causing their bond to falter as Rashta continues to spend more time with the Duke.

And by the time Rashta needs an assassin, her trust for her friend as been lowered greatly, she asks him where she can find a good one, Phix is disturbed but he trusts Rashta, maybe if he gives her the benefit of the doubt, their bond will be repaired... and just like that he is beheaded the next day, for a moment Rashta feels a pang of guilt but it ceases, believing that she did what was necessary to release herself from constraint.

The sense of betrayal would actually feel real, Phix wouldn't be a one time character to fulfill one role, he'd be an important one, likely a fan favorite too. It would fulfill the role of Rashta falling into darkness and through Phix, readers could actually see how terrible slavery was instead of it being seen as an inconvenience or a necessary evil.

[litcest]

Nyctimene and Epopeus

I debated whether to include this story, because most accounts say that Epopeus raped his daughter, Nyctimene, but in some versions the sex was consensual and she ended up being punished by it anyway. So I'm deciding to include the story and it's different versions, and each of you can chose which one you want to have it as canon.

Fabulae, by Hyginus

The Fabulae by Hyginus is a collection of tales written circa 1 AD. Nyctimene is the central figure of Chapter 204, which says simply that:

"Nyctimene, daughter of Epopeus, king of the Lesbians, is said to have been a most beautiful girl. Her father, Epopeus, smitten by passion, embraced her, and overcome by shame, she hid herself in the woods. Minerva out of pity changed her into an owl, which, out of shame, does not come into the light but appears at night."

I check the original Latim text and the word used to describe Epopeus actions towards Nyctimene is "compressit" which can be translated as 'held' and 'restrained', so I understand the rapey undertones.

Metamorphoses, by Ovid

It's ironic that I'm including Ovid in every one of these posts because I fucking hate the guy. However, I must say that he did a good job of compiling incest stories in his 8 AD book. Book 2 has a story about Coronis, in which the title character complains that Nyctimene stole her place as Athena's bird. Nyctimene was transformed into a owl for having "committed the most wicked crimes". Which for me, makes it seem that Nyctimene agreed to having sex with her father (in here unnamed). But we know, because of Medusa's story, that, Ovid liked to portrait his Athena as being a bitch and victim-blaming the survivors of sexual assault, so maybe Epopeus raped her and Athena simply did not care and considered Nyctimene equally guilty of the crime.

Yet another poem by Ovid, Iblis, mentions Nyctimene (along with Myrrha and Byblis). It's an interesting comparation, because we known undoubtedly that Myrrha was the instigator of the incestuous affair, and most accounts also have Byblis as the one wanting her brother. Does this indicates that, to Ovid, Nyctimene was the one who seduced her father?

"May your sister burn with fire as Byblis and Canace did, and not prove true except in their sinning. If you’ve a daughter, may she be what Pelopea was to Thyestes, Myrrha to her father, Nyctimene to hers."

(Text from A. S. Kline's 2003 translation)

In Statii Thebaida commentum, by Lactantius Placidus

Sometime in the 3rd century AD, a dude named Lactantius Placidus decided to write a commentary on Statius' poem Thebaid, from 90 AD. In the Book III, he mentions the transformation of one Nyctaea into a owl. The story of Nyctaea is much like Myrrha: Nyctaea felt an "villainous love" ('scelerato amore') towards her father and asked for a maid to help her lay with her father. Pretending to be a stranger, the maid took Nyctaea to her father, King Nycteus of Thebes, and they had sex. When King Nycteus realized he has slept with his daughter, he tried to kill her, but the girl begged for Minerva to help her and was then transformed into an owl.

On Virgil's Georgics, by Servius

A random guy named Servius, writing between the 4th and 5th century AD, says that Nyctimene slept with her father and them fled to the woods once she realized she had committed a crime, where she was transformed into an owl. He doesn't ellaborates much on how they slept together, which leaves upon to interpretation to modern scholars.

I couldn't find an English version so I read the Latin one and translated it myself. (I knew studying Latim would come in handy). The line says:

"After Nyctimone had sex with her father and recognized it was a crime, she hid in the woods and avoided the light. There, by the will of the gods, she was transformed into a bird."

The problem comes from this lack of information. Didn't she realize she had slept with her father? Or did she knew she was sleeping with her father but didn't understand it was a crime? BTW, the word 'crime' isn't very correct, as 'facinus' can simply mean 'action', but it's more commonly used to signify an 'evil deed’, a ‘crime’ or a ‘wrong action’.

Conclusion

Just as Byblis and Caunus' story changed from place to place, so does Nyctimene, with the only consistent details being that she had sex with her father and then turned into a owl. So I guess it was up to the writer to chose if he wanted her to have been a victim of rape or a seductress.

[krakenoid]

The Worst Blowjob I Ever Gave

Most people have a type of person they're attracted to. This is just normal personal preference, utterly mundane. However, there is the far less common, possibly supernatural inverse- a specific type that is attracted to you. For a friend of mine, that type is hyperspecific: brunette female social workers named Mary who wear glasses. So, when my friend Mary said she was going into social work, I advised her to stay away from him lest she be drawn into his particular gravity well. This story, however, is not about him.

See, the type of man who is attracted to me is best described as "dudes who figured out I was bi a long time before I did." (It's no wonder that, since coming out, my already sparse romantic prospects dried up near-entirely.) It was one such man who received the worst blowjob I have ever given.

I was in my first year of college before I dropped out, in the midst of a deep, deep depression and subsequent ego death. Ego death, as I've had it explained to me, is the complete and utter loss of your sense of self. I knew on an academic level that I was Alan Aubrey, but I couldn't make the connection between me and the thing that stared out at me from the mirror. So, knowing that, I'm sure you understand the lengths to which I was willing to go to feel human again.

I met him at a party that I didn't really want to go to. I'm not sure what drew him to me, as I was sitting on a couch and staring deeply into a red solo cup filled with equal parts Mountain Dew and Smirnoff, which I had only taken to be polite. He was your stereotypical frat boy. Picture a frat boy in your mind. Yep, that's him. In part to protect his privacy, and in part because I've forgotten his name, we'll call him Chunt. Chunt was dressed in salmon-colored shorts and a lime green polo with the collar popped up. Christ, he was wearing fucking *loafers.* We got to talking, or rather he started talking to me and I occasionally interjected with a question or a joke. I was nervous both because of the unique combination of anxiety, ego death, and an autism-spectrum disorder and because I was noticing him in a way I had only noticed a few guys before.

I won't bore you with my extremely awkward attempts at flirtation, but an hour or so later we were in his dorm room, watching a pirated version of John Wick with Polish subtitles that could not be disabled. It was exactly like every other date you go on in college: Hanging out in a dorm room identical to your own, on a mattress exactly like your own, making out and only half paying attention to one of the most influential action blockbusters of the last decade. Eventually, he got his dick out, as one does.

It's worth noting, dear reader, that I had never given a blowjob before. I resolved to give it my level best and hoped that it would awaken some innate dick-sucking talent within me. Five minutes later, it had not. Ten minutes later, he was watching Fortnite clips on his phone. He didn't even nut. Do you know how humiliating it is to have one of the most stereotypically horny demographics on a college campus get bored of you sucking him off? Eventually, realizing my ministrations were doing more harm than good, I excused myself and exited Chunt's life forever.

I like to think that it was something like Robert Downey Jr. turning his life around and getting off hard drugs after eating a really bad cheeseburger. Maybe my futile attempts at fellatio somehow changed the trajectory of his life, hopefully for the better. I hope that he at least came to a realization, if not to my efforts. Perhaps he's on a different path now, but I'll never know and I don't particularly want to. I think it's best for both of us to leave that behind. Wherever Chunt is now, I wish him the best, and thank him for helping me realize that I am in fact bisexual, and also that I have standards.

[asktheghosthost]

On the topic before but as a tangeant.

In 2014 they announced a something wicked this way comes remake.

And i was HYPED! it is one of my favorite books! And the movie in the 80's is great! But the story deserves to be broyght back to bring more attettion and awareness.

And it pissed me off for 11 years that theya re remaking classics who are always in the mainstream. They would fast pass the green light dor alladin, the little mermaid, beauty and the beast remakes and make them.in a few years, while other classics that deserve a second change,not because they are bad, but because at the time of their release they were overlooked, to rot.

But now i stop and think, no, no other version of the 80's swtwc will do.

Because disney 80's where dark. They did show many scare and creepy with no second thought!

But even if we disregard the too dark of 80, what about now? It won't be dark enough to do justice to the book! Maybe in the 2000's they could still pull it.

But disney is taming and "cleaning" EVERYTHING!

God it hurts!

I hate the "live action" (it's like 90% CGI, c'mon) remake trend. It's so lazy, and they keep botching ideas that could be a neat change because it's always done half-assed. Like, you'll have some really great casting choices, but then make things as soulless looking as possible. I don't get it. Mainly, I'm always disappointed they don't pick stories that could use it. They play it super safe with movies that were already hits so they can copy and paste.

You know what could be cool? The Chronicles of Prydain. Don't remake The Black Cauldron shot for shot. Go back to the source material, have the filmmakers sit at a table and read all of the books, and rework the basis for The Black Cauldron from the ground up. Make it a series on Disney+. But that would take time and a lot of effort and it's not an intellectual property that's universally beloved by Disney fans, so they won't do it. They'll just keep sitting on the rights for it so no one else can try. AAGH!

Anyway, I was going to talk about something in the parks that was mentioned here and in the last ask, because it's a rant I've gone on with my husband a lot. There very much is a clear drive to make attractions as tame as possible. And this kind of thing has happened before. The Fantasyland dark rides have a history of tweaking to find the right tone, but there's been a very noticeable move to make things as G rated as they can, and I think it can be detrimental to the experience.

A big example of this is the Little Mermaid dark ride. Don't get me wrong, it's cute and likable. But they very deliberately omitted any peril. No fight with Ursula. No hypnotized Eric. It just weirdly cuts to the end. Snow Whites Scary Adventures is now Enchanted Wish, which sounds like a bad direct to video sequel. Mission Breakout is way less scary than Tower of Terror, despite being essentially the same. My beloved Dinosaur will be gone soon. And I'm someone who actually likes Tiana's Bayou Adventure, but it really feels like something, some bit of "oomph" or adventure needs to be in that Dig and Little Deeper and the lift hill section. Maybe a chase from the gators or the frog hunters? Just some little bit of extra excitement to match the tone of the drop. Say what you will about Eisner, but the dude tried new things, and wanted to appeal to older kids/tweens/teens. Maybe something like Alien Encounter was too intense, at least for Magic Kingdom, but a good balance can be found. People want to experience the world of the films at the parks, but the parks make it way tamer than the films. I don't really have a great answer for this, I just wanted to vent. Yes, it's a park for families, but families are made up of all kinds of people. Some kids are going to love "it's a small world," and some kids are going to favor Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. I'm just asking for variety, instead of this really sanitized shift that seems to be playing out.

[alice-of-hightable]

Ah, I heard that High Table is being replaced and that John is heading off the change, fuck yeah, man. Just to make it easier on people, figured I’d say a little about myself

My name is Georgia, Georgiana, or Gigi, either of the three works. Some call me “Alice” in reference to “Alice and Wonderland”, some further have called me “John’s Alice” or “Alice Wick”, because some have claimed mine and John’s relationship has mimicked aspects of Alice and the Mad Hatter. I personally am not sure if that’s accurate, but to each his own. I currently reside near the Atchafalaya in Louisiana, but was raised in New York and parts of Arkansas and Tennessee.

Winston Scott is my legal caretaker and only remaining blood relative, to my knowledge. I call Charon “Mama” because he is the closest thing to a mother I can ever remember having. Kinda gave both of them a heart attack, and then John, when I decided to sneak into the Navy in hopes of following John into his service in the Marines. Good news is, got high marksmanship scores and became a corpsman and ended up in John’s squad later on. Bad news, am now physically disabled and require a cane and a rolly chair/stool when working the New York Continental’s bar. Got nerve damage from chemical exposure and got discharged a little after John did.

Vincent and I, well, we haven’t tried to murder each other but are…I don’t quite know what to call our situation. We put up with each other, sometimes enjoyably, but I can’t tell if he puts up with me to have someone to gossip about or if he considers me similarly as Chidi, who I am admittedly fond of. He is a BIG dude, though the Chilean has his soft moments. The Parisian and the Chilean DO both give wonderful hugs, do with that what you will.

My current occupations are: mixologist, alcohol brewer and liquor distiller, swamp witch, Hallowed Lodge Owner

//ooc under the cut

Hey, so I made this character because I wanted to make another attempt at a non-Pokemon related sideblog. Part of her backstory is really more a combination of “she got lucky” plus good instincts and Winston pulling some strings for her.

Quick rules: no nsfw, but suggestive is fine. Doesn’t speak “proper French” but occasionally throws in some Cajun/Creole French or random Spanish when she genuinely can’t think of the insult or descriptor in English. Has definitely referred to Vincent as a “Parisian Couyan” behind his back once or twice.

She’s also based on a personal fanfic I created and ended up deleting. I haven’t decided her entire vibe with Vincent and Chidi, maybe being the annoying puppy friend that they keep around because her family has connections but any Vincent or Chidi rp on here can decide further about if they actually like Georgia or not, but basically, if you’re a John Wick rp blog, she will likely be very much an “Alice”-like character. My recent exposure to the story is Tim Burton, but I remember the disney and shortened versions of the story well enough to have some wiggle room.

Description: 5’7”, 210lbs, dark blonde hair with dyed streaks of red and sometimes shaves part of her head and dyes it. Eyes are brown, often does unnatural makeup to look almost fae-like, mildly or otherwise. Oh, and she randomly offers people food

[detectiveichijouji]

Case 20 - The Halloween festival’s climax.

[AO3 version]

On the same night, a day before the Amanogawa High’s Halloween Festival…

“I’m coming…”

Takeru opened the door and found Ken and Wormmon at his doorstep.

“Takeru-kun,” Ken said with a serious tone, “I need your help.”

“...” Takeru was silent, but intrigued by that visit. He gestured to Ken get in and then they moved to his room.

This felt kinda awkward considering that previously Takeru was involved in a case where he tried to kill Ken and the others under the power of the wicked Digimental fragment, and some sort of unknown digimon’s brainwash.

However, he thought this could be the right opportunity to redeem himself.

“Should we call the others?” Takeru asked, also seriously.

“Not yet,” Ken answered, then he decided to go straight to the point, “I know you’re aspiring to be a writer, so maybe you could help me with this.”

“And what would it be?”

“... I’m looking for a particular book series trivia, and I think you know which one I mean.”

“I thought you were the bookworm one here, but sure” he chuckled lightly, “Yeah, I do know what you mean.”

They kinda spent a good chunk of hours discussing a certain French literature and how it connected to… A certain suspect.

“Do ya know one thing, V-mon?” Daisuke sighed, he was still looking for a costume for tomorrow, “I have to arrive early and start cooking for the café, but… I dunno. I think I shouldn’t waste my time with this…”

“Huh, what’s wrong?”

“... There’s still a few pieces around, right? Hikari-chan said Arsenemon got another one. So… There’s less pieces to catch.”

“Well, we can take them from him later!!”

“... I do wonder what he wants to do with them…” he looked at his digimon, frowning “Like, if he was after power or world domination… He would’ve used his thief powers and snatched them from Koushiro-san.”

“Hmm… True, true.”

“But are… Are the pieces safe with Koushiro-san…? I mean, yeah I know he would be careful… But you just saw what happened with Takeru.”

“... Oh, you mean… You’re scared of them luring Koushiro into madness?”

“Exactly, i think…? Wouldn’t it be safer to take those pieces and put them back to their original place? Or, I dunno, seal them away?? What will happen to us if we get all of those fragments?”

“You’re not the type to overthink about this…” V-mon tilted his head, “Like, that’s more of a Miyako-thing. A Daisuke-thing would be focused on getting the pieces first. Are you okay?”

“... I guess I know how Miyako feels now, when she just starts panicking over things about to happen or not…” he sighed, “Should we talk about this with someone? I don’t want to cause them panic tho…”

“You could talk to… Uh… Hey, we’re already talking!!”

“... Ah, that’s right. I think we can keep this to ourselves until something bad or good happens.”

The eyepatched Impmon was glaring at the human crowds moving through the streets from the distance, at the top of a building. They were pouting because all the previous attempts to bring havoc had been ruined by the Chosen Children and Arsenemon. They clenched their paw, he was about to throw a can of soda down when… Someone approached them.

“If I were you I wouldn’t have done that.”

“Huh, who are you??” Impmon glanced at… a BlackTailmon??

“I’m just passing by… Are you the one causing a fuss within the humans and their digimon?”

“Yeah, why? Are you going to stop us?!”

“Nah, I don’t intend to” the cat-like digimon shrugged, “Like I said, I’m just passing by… But I’m curious about one thing… Why are you doing those? There must be a reason behind your actions…”

“We’re doing it to gather the seven deadly sin’s energy! So we can cause a big show here!”

“A show…?” BlackTailmon raised an eyebrow.

“Yea! One of those chaotic shows, we want to gather them and show off how fragile those good-hearted humans and digimon are. They can be corrupted and do awful things for everyone! Like… Like that kid, the Digimon Kaiser. Or the blonde dude with a Patamon. Heheh~”

“So… You’re doing it just for fun?” BlackTailmon frowned.

“Yea! Isn’t it hilarious??”

They’re just stupid pranksters… --- the cat-like digimon thought -- No, there might be something else…

“But who are your pals? You said ‘us’ so I presume there’s another friend of yours involved.”

“Yeah there it is! My human partner Naito and Dracumon!” Impmon grinned, “They’re way more serious than me, though.”

“I see…”

“B-BUT I’M NOT ALLOWED TO SAY THAT!! So Please don’t tell anyone, random Tailmon.”

“I won’t. Besides, call me Hikage.”

“Ok! Thank you Hikage!”

“Oh look at the hour; I have to go~ See you someday, have fun with your pranks~” And then, the BlackTailmon called ‘Hikage’ left. 

At a good distance, the feline-like digimon smirked. It snapped fingers and magically Hikage’s form shaped into a certain phantom thief.

“What a buffoon. Giving me all the info I wanted,” Arsenemon shrugged, “A human is involved here huh… And it makes sense a Dracumon would also be too…”

“Boss, did you find something!?” Miss Espimon appeared flying the moment Arsenemon used their secret signal to meet each other.

“Yes, I did. Seems like those buffoons are just pranking people around. No actual evil intent so far. I need to ask you a favor, mademoiselle Espimon. Search for a Chosen named Naito with an eyepatched Impmon as partner.”

“AYE SIR!” and then she left quickly.

“Now I have to endure a little more until I can reveal my true intentions to the Chosen Detectives…”

At the festival… Spooky decorations and thematic rooms were full of visitors. The Spooky café got a good chunk of customers…

“Phew… I’m tired…” Daisuke sighed in relief, but that high pitched voice just… sounded a little melancholic.

“Oh I think you did it pretty well,” Hikari smiled.

“R-really…?? I’m not… that good. Yet.”

“No, you really did it” Takeru said, “Don’t worry everything turned out good. Everyone’s enjoying the stuff we baked together.”

“Yeah, we can relax now” V-mon nodded, “Ah… We should go look at the other classes’ exhibitions, right??”

“... Y-yeah, the rest of the class doesn’t need us here for help… I guess” Daisuke pouted.

“? Is there something bugging you, Daisuke?” Tailmon raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing serious just--”

A scream was heard outside.

“What was that??” Patamon asked, flying to check the source of the scream.

There was a digimon outside. Oh of course it’s that eyepatched Impmon again, the kids and their digimon whispered to themselves and with a deep sigh at the end.

“Boo, you humans are so stup--”

“IMPMON YOU JERK WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” Daisuke screamed from the window, with a megaphone. (He got that for one of the peeps wearing a traffic officer costume)

“Well, it’s a Halloween fest sooooooooooooo… I came to have fun too~”

“You…!!” Takeru and Hikari had to hold Daisuke before he could jump off the window and go there to throw hands with that tiny digimon.

“Say, where’s the Digimon Kaiser kid? I have a little present for him!!”

“... He’s not here” the kids and their partners answered with a deadpan face.

“E-EH!? HE’S NOT!?”

“Dude, he attends another school” Daisuke shrugged, “He might come here but later.”

“Then… I will after that blonde human with green eyes! I’ll give it this wonderful gift~”

Daisuke clenched his fist, Hikari and Takeru looked at each other -- Did they mention Noel?

“BUH-BYE!!” Impmon ran to the entrance hall.

“We have to find Noel and warn him” Daisuke then ran outside the café room. V-mon also went after him. Hikari was about to go, but Takeru held her wrist lightly.

“There’s… Something Ichijouji-kun and I discovered.”

“Huh?” She and Tailmon blinked.

Why is Impmon after Noel!? Are they planning to turn Noel into the next victim!? -- Daisuke thought, running to the exhibition hosted by Noel’s classroom. When talking with one of the students, Akashiya Tagiru, Daisuke had a strange feeling something was off when…

“Huh, Noel is not here. He said he had to do something before coming to the festival.”

“W-what??”

“Have you tried to call his phone?”

“Yeah I did but… No answers… Do you know where he is?”

“Hmmm… He might be… He said he was with Soleil, I think? You could try talking to him.”

“... Yeah, I’m goin’ to call him, thanks for the information” he bowed and then left with V-mon.

“... Tsk, Motomiya is really so clingy to the new student… But, It wouldn’t be him if he weren’t all friendly with any new student” Akashiya shrugged. Then he saw a small digimon next to him, “Huh? Are you lost, little fella?”

“Oh no… I came to give you a present!”

“A… Present?” the boy blinked.

Meanwhile, Ken was with Miyako and Iori at Koushiro’s office. They were trying to find a way to track the remaining 7 pieces.

“I’ve run a scanner on them, and I think we can track their signals around Tokyo,” Koushiro explained, showing them the scan results.

“Hmm…” Ken was thoughtful.

“Those pieces are with that Impmon” Iori mused, “Or they know where to find the remaining ones…”

“Interesting,” Koushiro was very interested in the other kids’ reports, “Our mission is to retrieve them before they’re used on someone, correct?”

“Yeah, we had a few problems trying to prevent a few… incidents” Miyako giggled nervously, but Koushiro was well aware that she meant what happened to Takeru.

“Koushiro-san,” Ken finally called them, “Is it possible to discover where the other shards Arsenemon stole are?”

“Hmm, I guess we can use it to track their whereabouts, so yes. But that’s in theory.”

“Excellent.”

“Why is Ken so interested in Arsenemon now?” Armadimon asked, “I thought it was Daisuke who had some obsession with catching him, dagya…”

“Maybe he found something suspicious?” Hawkmon and Tentomon wondered, Wormmon just cleaned his throat.

“Ken-chan might have discovered something interesting about him with Takeru-san’s help”

“Oh?” Miyako smirked, “So, the detective Ichijouji has big news to drop??”

Ken, however, blushed a little with that tease, “I… I might have something to tell soon. But first, I need solid proof. I shouldn’t make any statement without evidence.”

“He’s really into it” Iori also teased him.Suddenly, Miyako’s phone rang. She answered the call and it was Hikari. She was straight to the point: Impmon was there and that if used a fragment on a student. Hikari asked for their help. At the same time, Daisuke was on a call with Takeru, asking him the same thing.

“Huh, a fragment” Lunamon pointed at the pumpkin-like digimon Akashiya had turned and was turning every single student and visitor -- human and digimon -- into pumpkin-head puppets. Lune left the table and started calling for Soleil and Noel.

“Hurry up…” she was a little hesitant, until someone picked up the phone on the other end, “There’s another fragment here. Come quickly and call him too.”

In the middle of the chaos, Angemon and Angewomon stood in front of the foe. Akashiya laughed and then, “So, the sophomore students are going to fight me, huh?”

“Please… open your eyes, Akashiya-kun!” Hikari tried to be reasonable. But then something came in her direction: A pumpkin. Though this pumpkin was destroyed by Akashiya’s partner, Gumdramon.

“TAGIRU STOP!” Gumdramon shouted, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU, PAL!?”

“There’s no Tagiru here! I’m the Pumpkin Master--”

“V-MON HEADBUTT!!”

V-mon just appeared from nowhere and hit the NoblePumpkinmon digimon on the back. The enemy fell on the floor, but it wasn’t enough to beat him.

“I ain't gonna let it get to me, I'm just gonna creep, Down in Pumpkin Hill I gots to find my lost piece 🎶 ” Daisuke popped in singing in English?!

“...” everyone just stared at Daisuke for a moment.

“What?” He said, “It’s a cool Halloween themed song!”

“...”

“E-ENOUGH STARING AT ME!! V-MON, EVOLVE!!”

V-mon evolved into XV-mon… And jumped against NoblePumpkinmon. But this didn’t seem to be effective on the enemy. Angemon and Angewomon tried to attack, and then Impmon popped from nowhere, laughing loudly.

“HA, this kid turned into a FINAL level digimon!”

“F-final level!?” the kids exclaimed. So they would need Imperialdramon right now… Right??

“....... Let’s take him outside” Takeru said, clutching on his D-3, “We can’t fight in a crowded place.”

“Right��� XV-MON, EVERYONE… TAKE HIM OUTSIDE THE BUILDING!!” Daisuke ordered their digi-partners.

Then, the angel duo and XV-mon forced their opponent to get outside the building and the school area. Lune and Lunamon followed them, quietly, and phoned Soleil again.

“The enemy is a Final level one. The victim's name is Akashiya Tagiru, a first year high school grader.”

On their way to meet with the other three…

… A calling card flew towards them.

Armadimon caught it before it went away in the wind as they arrived at the school, and then they read it:

Bonsoir mes amis~ Tonight I’ll be stealing a Digimental fragment from Akashiya Tagiru at the Amanogawa High School’s Halloween festival.

Minutes later Ken witnessed a pair of shadows running into the bushes. He thought it couldn’t be a stray animal at this point, but they had no time to waste. They followed the signal of the digivices.

While Daisuke and the other two were busier, Soleil and Étoile came and gathered with Lune. They were now planning what to do and how to steal the shard, making Akashiya turn back to normal.

“Maybe we should let them solve this once…” Étoile commented shyly.

“No, we can’t let them beat us here!” Soleil protested, “We will steal it away, in front of their eyes!”

“But… Can we evolve into Final level?” Lunamon asked with a frown, “Sure, Coronamon and I can evolve higher, but I’m more effective as Lekismon.”

“Hmm… If that’s the problem…” Étoile mused, “we should…”

“I’m tired of you all, so…!!”

The Pumpkin Master snapped his fingers and the horde of students and digimon manipulated by the pumpkin heads started to come out, going after them.

“...” Étoile watched in silence, with both Soleil and Lune glancing at him in confusion.

“GUH! Stop!! Let me gooooooo!!”“Daisuke(-kun)!!”

And with this… Daisuke turned into a puppet the moment NoblePumpkinmon used his magic to give Daisuke a real pumpkin helmet-head.

Étoile moved the bangs from his right green eye to the side and stared at the puppet-people-and-digimon seriously. He snapped his fingers and Miss Espimon appeared, let her know what he wanted her to do and then she went after the pumpkin-puppets.

Espimon spinned her body and attacked the manipulated victims, freeing Takeru and Hikari from the enemy’s hands. Takeru blinked, “Huh?? Noel-kun is here?”

“Noel told me you were in trouble,” Espimon said quickly, “I came to help!”

“But how can we fight them?!” Hikari asked desperately, “They’re innocent people being used against us!!” The three frying digimon took the kids and flew higher in the sky. Daisuke was being held tightly by XV-mon, but he was trying to catch the other two.

“There might exist a way to free them…” Takeru said, trying to figure something out.

“Hmm… I can help!” Espimon smiled, “I’m a cyborg, so I can scan everything and find their weak point! This is why I’m here!”

“Then, how can we free those victims from NoblePumpkinmon’s control?” Angewomon asked, gently but seriously.

“Alright, scanning right now!!” and she scanned Daisuke’s pumpkin head, “Uh um… I thought it would be breaking those pumpkins, but apparently it might not work!”

“Then we have to beat the Pumpkin Master” Angemon glanced at the enemy.

“Oh, didn’t ya know?” Pumpkin Master smirked… “There’s no way you can beat me, heheh~” 

“Hikari, Takeru, Watch out!!” XV-mon shoved Angewomon and Angemon to the side, to avoid them from being caught by the pumpkin heads fired against them. And with this he also turned XV-mon into a puppet, taking advantage of them letting their guard down.

“XV-mon!!” they exclaimed, but Espimon attacked them with Mot Bombs to create a cloud of smoke and then escape.

“Tsk!” Pumpkin Master snapped his fingers in distress, “They escaped!!”

On their way to escape, Hikari and Takeru met with Miyako, Ken and Iori. They explained what happened and that…

“... Daisuke-kun got caught and he and XV-mon are zombies now.”

“...” Ken clenched his fist, “We can’t use Imperialdramon without them…”

“But we can use Silphymon and Shakkoumon together and find where the shard is and take it off from Akashiya-kun,” Miyako said, with her glasses shining in the moonlight. 

“Might work…” Iori said, nonchalantly and with a poker face, “We should try at least.”

“Yosh! I’m going to scan Pumpkin Master and find the fragment!” Espimon turned into her special Search Mode to read NoblePumpkinmon’s body and staff, trying to search for the fragment.

“I will find you, Chosen Children~”

“He’s coming-- Huh?!”

Flaremon and a digimon evolved from Lekismon appeared in front of Pumpkin Master, and started to fight him. Next to the battle there were Soleil and Lune. Espimon frowned and sighed, They’re really doing everything to be rivals with the Chosen Children…

Pumpkin Master sent the puppets against Ken and the others, knowing now they wouldn’t fight them.

“Aaah, they’re coming!!” Espimon babbled, “The puppets!!” she looked at them, “Uh… Um… I think… AHA! I FOUND IT!” then she used a hologram to point out where the fragment was, “Right there! It’s the Wassamu Ring Jack staff!!”

“So all we have to do is take the staff from him…?” Wormmon asked.

“Yeah so… AAAAAH, RUN FOLKS RUUUUUUUUUUN!!” Espimon screamed; and they all ran away, when the horde of pumpkin headed brainwashed digimon and their partners came in.

The group returned to the school building and closed the doors. They needed a plan. Suddenly, a sparkle of an idea hit Hikari’s mind. She then guided the group to the theater club where they…

“Oh I see” Iori replied, “If we get disguised with those pumpkin masks they might not chase us…”

“And then we can get closer to Akashiya-kun,” Takeru smiled, “Nice idea, Hikari-chan!”

“But… can we all wear those, dagya??” Armadimon asked with a frown, “I mean… Shakkoumon’s head is too… big…?”

“May I give you a hand, mes amis ?”

They looked to the corner and in the window there was… Yes, Arsenemon.

“W-what do you want?!” Angewomon snapped.

“Help you with a magic trick, of course” he smiled, “Those pumpkin masks are not suitable for digimon, so I might be able to use an illusion trick played on the victims and Pumpkin Master so they think you were transformed into puppets~”

“And if we refuse?” Ken said, coldly.

“Then good luck figuring things out by ourselves.”

“... Wait,” Takeru asked, “We… We need to save everyone, not just Daisuke-kun. So if this is a good deal to be made…”“Ah, I like how you think, monsieur Takeru.”

“This won’t work for much longer!!” Crescemon shouted, still attacking NoblePumpkinmon with her arrows of ice. Flaremon used his flames concentrated in his fists to throw them as energy waves at the digimon.

“Hmph, you shouldn’t be fighting someone from your power level?” Pumpkin Master yawned, while he reflected or dodged the attacks, “Say, how about turning into my puppets?”

“Well, we refuse to let you do something like this, Akashiya” Soleil smirked, but he was wavering at the same time. He and Lune wouldn’t be strong enough by themselves, and they would need the 02 Group’s assistance if they wanted to stop him.

“You can’t refuse…” He said with a serious yet terrifying voice.

“Hurry up, hurry up…” Lune was looking back to the school building. Crescemon and Flaremon were still shielding them and destroying all the pumpkin heads thrown at them.

“Espimon,” Hikari called her, frowning, “Where’s Noel-kun? Did he get caught too…?”

Espimon nodded with a sad look at them. Arsenemon just shook his head, he clenched his fist, then… “My magic tricks don’t last forever, so it will disappear the moment you achieve your goal, which is saving your friends.”

“Yes, we are aware,” Iori said.

“Very well. Un, deux, trois~” and Arsenemon snapped his fingers and gave the kids and their digimon (illusional) pumpkin heads.

“... Please save Noel for me,” Espimon asked them.

They nodded in return and left. Espimon looked at Arsenemon for a moment, and he just shrugged, “Might go now, mademoiselle Espimon. I’ll save them, don’t worry.” And he left.

“You’re the one who should be saved, you dummy…” she pouted.

The horde or pumpkin headed digimon and people did not attack Ken and the others the moment they left. They approached the battle between Soleil and Lune against Pumpkin Master. Soleil was completely lost at it, and Lune was the only one to notice the moves of the other five were different from the rest of the puppets.

Oh, wait a second.

“Bwhahahaha, see? Your friends decided to join me!” Akashiya laughed maliciously, “Go get them--”

Stingmon tried to snatch the staff from NoblePumpkinmon. But it was blocked by… XV-mon.

“?! What?!” Stingmon exclaimed, “H-How…!?”

“Nonono,” Daisuke wagged his finger, “You can’t have it…!!”

“... How did he notice it, dagya!?” Armadimon gasped.

“Oh nice, the brainwashing made Daisuke smarter,” Ken and Miyako said together in the most annoyed tone ever.

“Daisuke-kun, snap out of it!” Takeru shouted. Then he grabbed his D-3

“... What, will you really fight me?”

“... You four go after that staff,” Takeru said with a serious tone of voice, “Leave Daisuke-kun to me.”

‘Alright,” Ken nodded, and then the group proceeded to help Soleil and Lune.

“... Can you really fight me?” Daisuke mocked him, “I’m your friend, ain’t I?”

“That’s right, Daisuke-kun. We’re friends… But right now you’re not the same Motomiya Daisuke I care for!! Angemon, super-evolve!”

Angemon super-evolved into HolyAngemon and stood floating over Takeru.

“Erm… I don’t think you should do that--” Daisuke babbled, his pumpkin head’s eyes blinking.

“Yes, I should.” Takeru smirked.

“HOLY DISINFECTION!!” And HolyAngemon used his sacred powers to undo the Pumpkin Master’s masks on Daisuke and XV-mon… Before they could even do anything.

The masks were destroyed like bits of data and then XV-mon devolved back to Chibimon, while Daisuke fell into Takeru’s arms. Both kid and digimon had passed out.

“Can you use it on everyone else, HolyAngemon?”

“Roger,” and the archangel-like flew around using it around every single person and digimon.

Flaremon and Crescemon, alongside Stingmon, Silphymon and Digmon faced Pumpkin Master and the few brainwashed digimon next to them (a Leomon, a  Strikedramon, a Hangyomon and a Knightmon)

Crescemon was busy freezing the enemy for a moment; Three of them (Flaremon, Silphymon and Digmon) tried to keep the digimon busy, leaving Stingmon to get a free path to NoblePumpkinmon. It was when… Arsenemon appeared with all of his pizzazz and took advantage from the battle -- the Pumpkin Master wouldn’t be able to hold two enemies at once!!

Or… many. Because now all the angry victims “un-pumpkin’ed” by HolyAngemon were coming against Akashiya and make things even crowded. With this, Arsenemon caught the staff in the middle of the confusion and snatched it.

“W-WHAT?!” Akashiya babbled in panic, “H-HOW!?”

“Parce que je suis un voleur fantôme,” he grinned, “Thank you for your job, Chosen Detectives~” and he removed the fragment from the staff. With this, Akashiya turned back to normal, and the remaining brainwashed people and digimon had the spell casted on them undone.

“Huh? What were we doing--” they heard a few saying this and some alternate versions of this line.

“AKASHIYA!!” Soleil snapped, and he went after the boy, “HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH OUR FESTIVAL AND BE TAUNTED BY EVIL!?”

“H-hey, hey! It’s… It’s not my fault!!” the boy had been shaken violently by Soleil by his shoulders, “S-SOMETHING FORCED ME TO!!”

“Huh??” Lunamon (who had just devolved alongside the other digimon) tilted her head.

“Something… forced me to do that…!” Akashiya sighed, and then he looked at Gumdramon coming from the crowd, “I’m sorry…!!”

“... He didn’t mean it!” Gumdramon gently shoved Soleil back from Akashiya, “I saw what happened, I can explain.”

“Can you?” Lune stared at him, “Then, do us a favor here.”

“What happened was…”

“Huh? Are you lost, little fella?” Akashiya looked at the eyepatched Impmon next to him.

“Oh no… I came to give you a present!”

“A… Present?” the boy blinked “But it’s not my birthday and I don’t know y--”

Then, from the box carried by Impmon, two eyeballs left and floated to his eye level, and then… 

“EYE OF NIGHTMARE!!”

… was heard by them.

“I think you will have fun if you use this shard here and bring more spookiness to the party!” Impmon said and handed him the fragment of the forbidden Digimental, “See? How about giving everyone a pumpkin head like your mask?”

“... Pumpkin… Heads… Heh. I will show them what the Pumpkin Master can do!!”

Gumdramon came in, “Tagiru?! Don’t do that--”

But it was too late, Akashiya had just evolved with the Digimental shard to NoblePumpkinmon.

“Tagir--”

“SILENCE!” the Pumpkin Master shoved him away, “I’m not Tagiru, I’m the Pumpkin Master. And if you don’t obey me…”

But he didn’t finish it and left the area, turning every single visitor and their digimon into his puppets.

“... And that’s what happened,” Gumdramon finished his report.

“That Impmon again…!” Miyako gritted her teeth, “We need to stop them!!” 

“Ugh… W-what happened…” Daisuke opened his eyes, he was carried by Takeru while HolyAngemon had Chibimon in his arms.

“Are you back to your senses?” Hikari asked him, concerned.

“Y-yeah… S-sorry… And… And thanks, Takeru.”

“It’s okay, Daisuke-kun” Takeru smiled at him, with his brightest smile, “I was owing you that.”

“Hehe…” Daisuke laughed and blushed with awkwardness. 

“M-Motomiya-san?” Suddenly Noel appeared from the crowd which was heading back to the school’s facilities, he stood in front of the group, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am… Thanks to Takeru and the others.”

“I’m glad you’re fine now Noel-kun,” Hikari smiled.

“I’m s-sorry…” and he bowed his head, “For the inconvenience I must have caused to everyone.”

Ken and Takeru were finding that too suspicious though… Iori, Hikari and Miyako too, but they weren’t aware of the details. Yet, Ken couldn’t decide if this was all a coincidence or not.

But… Noel Leblanc is very, very SUSPICIOUS right now.

[cinnaminsvga]

Dumbo | Jungkook (M)

��� summary: you know what they say about boys with big noses...

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

→ genre: humor/crack, smut → warnings: they talk about dicks a lot (i.e. jungkook has a big dick), DICK MEASURING CONTESTS (aka jk gets his dick appraised... just boys bein’ boys), explicit sexual content, semi-public exhibitionism, handjobs, blowjobs, sub!jungkook, whining, light dirty talk, mild pain play, mutual masturbation, jungkook has piercings, accidental edging (you’ll... understand), oc doesn’t have a gag reflex lol → words: 17.2K → a/n: @jincherie... you are my enabler and i will die on this hill only if you die on it with me. but of course i know you will die with me. because we only have one braincell and if either of us die, we both do. thank you for commissioning me to write this btw... even though i was already writing this so you just basically sent me money for free. ANYWAY... WORLD IS FUCK BUT I LOVE RHA!! ALSO JUNGKOOK HAS A BIG DICK!! EPIC!!

The club lights make it difficult for Jungkook to see anything. He doesn’t understand why club owners can’t just jack up the lighting for once; it isn’t like you’re going to be able to find a hook-up through echolocation or something. Though, judging by the way people seem to be groping their way through the masses, perhaps there really is no need for illumination anyway.

Jungkook normally hates this kind of scene. Drinking is all good and fun, especially when he’s with his hyungs, but going to overly crowded places makes his skin crawl with anxiety. It takes almost three shots during pre-game for him to get anywhere near this kind of place and it’s all thanks to Seokjin. That hyung thrives in these kinds of environments, like a clipped butterfly relearning how to fly.

“I’m gonna get shit fucked wasted!” Seokjin hollers, his arm looped carelessly around the only other person who hates being here as much as Jungkook does. He watches passively as Yoongi tries to bite a chunk off of Seokjin’s hand, but despite his inebriation, their eldest hyung is able to dodge it quickly.

“Not before I kill you, then everyone else in this place, and then myself, first.” Yoongi growls, nudging Seokjin off his smaller frame. If the world hadn’t been swaying underneath Jungkook’s feet, he might have offered to help his small hyung do the deed. If there’s anyone who hates nightclubs more than Jungkook, it’s Yoongi. Jungkook is frightened to know how Seokjin managed to convince Yoongi in the first place, and he’d prefer not to find out what sort of terrible blackmail the elder must have under his sleeve to accomplish such an arduous feat.

Just as Yoongi is about to connect his steel-toed boot up Seokjin’s freshly bleached asshole, Jimin returns from the bar with three glasses held precariously in each of his fists. Jungkook wonders yet again how this is possible due to the sheer tininess of Jimin’s hands, but then again... What can’t Jimin do when it comes to alcohol?

“I’m back! Here you go, Jungkookie,” Jimin says, seamlessly handing Jungkook a glass of what he hopes is just a regular beer like he asked. Knowing Jimin, he probably ordered the strongest shit they have. He peers at it suspiciously, but it only takes half a sip for Jungkook to confirm his guess. He grimaces, nearly coughing out a lung at the strength of the poison running down his throat.

“That tasted like fucking metal polish! What the fuck, Jimin?”

“I know! It’s great isn’t it?” Jimin smiles angelically, handing Yoongi one of the drinks. Yoongi looks at the swirling piss-yellow liquid as if it holds the secrets to the universe. It appears as if he’s decided something when his eyes light up.

“Oh my god, this drink is gonna kill me,” he says, not an ounce of fear in his voice. Jimin nods, not even trying to hide his deception.

“I promised the bartender a blowie if he could give me the strongest shit they had,” Jimin shrugs. “Dude literally went to the back room and took out this bottle that looked like it came from Napoleon’s secret stash of hooker piss.” He sniffs the drinks thoughtfully. “Yea, I could believe that.”

“I hate this!” Jungkook cries at no one in particular.

“Tough shit! We’re in this together!” Yoongi groans, downing the entire contents of his drink in one go before promptly being swallowed whole by the crowd. Seokjin hoots, hastily waving goodbye to Jungkook and Jimin before following Yoongi and diving into the sweaty masses like a seasoned Olympian.

“I hope they don’t die like last time,” Jungkook sighs, forcing himself to take a big gulp of his drink. It sears against his throat like a brand, which probably has an inscription saying “Jeon Jungkook has bad taste in friends.”

Jimin shrugs his shoulders. “Well, like Namjoon said a while ago, we’re gonna meet by the bar in 2 hours to check if everyone is still alive and we’ll find out then. Okay, Kook?”

Jimin has reminded him of this for the umpteenth time, though he can’t blame him for being extra careful. Last time the whole gang went to the club, Hoseok had gotten stuck in an elevator at his hook-up’s place and had cried for 5 hours straight before one of them thought to look for him. The time before that, Taehyung had ingested two times his bodyweight of margaritas and he had found himself in Japan the next morning with an extra $500 in his pocket.

Yeah. They’re idiots, but at least they’re idiots who will try not to make the same mistakes as last time. Key word being “try.”

Jungkook looks around the club, but he can’t find any awkward looking lanky people anywhere. “Where is Namjoon-hyung, by the way? Haven’t seen him since we split up.”

“Who the hell knows?” Jimin laughs, the sound drowning out when the DJ suddenly decides to play a death metal version of Dance the Night Away by Twice. Jimin’s eyes light up. “Ooooh shit! This is my song! See ya later, Kook!”

“W-wait, those drinks! Aren’t they for the others––“

“Bitch, you think these are for them?” Jimin begins to double fist his alcohol with the thirstiness of a man in a desert, or a twink confronted with two dicks. Either or.

To Jungkook’s horror, the crowd has seemingly grown thrice in size since they’ve arrived and he watches as Jimin’s body is slowly getting consumed by the masses, though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He leans into a random guy's back, a look of bliss on his face. He salutes lazily at Jungkook. “Anyway. See you in 2 hours, Kook! Try to have fun!”

Try to have fun, his ass.

Unlike Jimin, Jungkook doesn’t particularly feel like being crushed by sweaty hormonal bodies; instead, he chooses to head to the bar. He surreptitiously dumps his drink into the trash, feeling kind of bad for discarding a free drink, but Jungkook doesn’t want to get shit-fucked wasted like the rest of them are. Perhaps he’ll be the designated driver today, even though his vision is still kind of swimming. Well, he could probably walk in a straight line if he used all his brainpower. Which isn’t a lot, but you know. People learn to make do.

It takes him a while to find an empty stool by the bar and he is unlucky enough to be squished between two couples who don’t seem to be aware that public indecency is a crime. He has to endure being jostled for five minutes straight until the bartender finally notices him and allow him to order his can of coke.

(“Sorry, kid. The banana milk is all sold out. Some girl ordered our entire stock for her friends a few hours ago.” And just like that, Jungkook wants to die all over again.)

He does not know for how long he sits by the bar. Well, that’s a blatant lie, because he knows that he’s been sitting there for 18 minutes and 34 seconds exactly. He’s checked his phone religiously every 2 minutes to see if 2 hours have passed already, just so he can ask one of his stupid friends to go home with him. Perhaps he could coerce Jimin into turning in early for once (which is a pipedream, not when the DJ seems adamant to play Jimin’s favorite Christina Aguilera song 70 times in a row.)

So in short, Jungkook is miserable. He could go home by himself, but also he doesn’t want to end up having to walk to the police station the next morning to bail his friends out after one of them inevitably destroys public property again.

Fuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have thrown away his other drink.

He’s so deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice that one of the couples beside him have already left and that another person has taken their spot. He is jarred from his musings when a well-manicured hand is placed delicately on his shoulder, urging him to swivel the barstool around to face his soon-to-be acquaintance.

“Hey,” you say, a sultry smile on your lips. Jungkook feels his mouth immediately fill with cotton as he stares at your beautiful face, the dingy lighting of the club doing nothing to suppress the wicked glint in your eyes.

“Uhh… hey?” Jungkook replies, as charming and verbose as ever. If it isn’t obvious enough, Jungkook is a little lacking in the girls department, or at least, when it comes to girls-who-are-blatantly-flirting with him department. He normally isn’t this socially inept around the opposite gender, but given the connotations of this circumstance, his overactive male brain can only be restrained so much before it starts wandering towards dangerous territory.

It doesn’t help that the neckline of your dress is bordering on obscene, and Jungkook is afraid that if you move one more inch towards him, something very embarrassing might happen to the both of you (probably more so for him, if he’s being quite honest.)

“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the club and thought I should introduce myself,” you explain, gaze unashamedly trailing down his body. Jungkook can feel the heat from you radiating in waves, burning him from the inside out as he tries not to melt into a puddle in a pathetic attempt to get the fuck out of there.

“You saw me? But it’s… so dark in here…” Jungkook wants to fucking murder himself. That’s what he decides to say to you? God, no fucking wonder he’s a virgin. Good looks really aren’t everything when he doesn’t have a brain controlling the rest of his body. There might as well be a fucking hamster running laps inside of his skull for all he knew.

Thankfully (or unthankfully––God knows Jungkook’s stress levels aren’t lowering any time soon), you find his response funny enough to warrant a chuckle. You bat your eyes salaciously at him, which Jungkook didn’t even think was possible. People can be sexy? When they blink? Apparently, you can do that.

You shrug your shoulders. “That’s true. You caught me in a lie, I suppose. I actually knew you were coming even before you arrived.”

Jungkook chokes on his own spit then, nearly spraying you with his saliva like the dog that he is. His eyes bug out of his sockets, his body going tense with nerves. "You... you knew? What... What does that even mean?"

You point over your shoulder, gesturing vaguely at the crowd on the dance floor. "I'm friends with Seokjin over there. He mentioned you were coming with him to the club tonight so I decided to tag along."

"You know Seokjin-hyung?" The alarm bells in Jungkook's head start ringing wildly out of control. Nothing good ever comes out of being friends with Seokjin, especially since his presence alone has the power to make the creases in your brain to smoothen. Take it from someone who's been there, done that.

"Yep," you say, popping your 'p.' "I met him in my first-year English course, though I still don't know why a third-year like him was taking it in the first place."

"It's because he doesn't know how to read," Jungkook says plainly.

"I can tell. He uses voice-to-text exclusively and Siri can never spell Asian names correctly," you shrug your shoulders. "Either that, or he just doesn't know how to spell your name."

"Yea. I'm permanently John Jung Cock on his phone," Jungkook replies. He shakes his head. "Hold on, we were talking about something before this."

"Oh. About how I casually revealed to you that I was stalking you through our mutually insane friend?"

"Y-Yea, basically." Jungkook doesn't even understand what the fuck is happening right now. "I mean! Not exactly? Like, for all I know, you could've just asked hyung who he was coming with and he mentioned my name and––"

"Listen, kid. I straight up just told you I'm stalking you. Let's skip the foreplay and get to the meat of it: I'm literally following you," you say, without an inch of regret, embarrassment, or morality in your tone of voice.

Jungkook, who despite being filled with so much fear and tension enough to kill the small hamster inside his brain, is somehow able to keep his calm in front of the psychopath in front of him. Either that, or he's already in the middle of a stroke and he's lost all his fine motor skills.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, baby," you murmur, leaning even closer to him until your chest was practically pressed against his. The thin layer of your dress and his well-worn cotton tee does nothing to help the situation (both in general and the one in his pants). He can feel your every curve, can smell the sweet perfume you're wearing; you were enveloping his senses. If he tried hard enough, he could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired with how close you were.

He knows he should probably be running away in terror right now, but he finds himself stuck resolutely to the barstool, unable to move. Maybe Jimin was right... Maybe he did have a fear kink or something.

("Isn't that just called masochism?" Jungkook asks, brows raised.

Jimin only laughs, patting him on the back condescendingly. "Nah, dude. You just straight up wanna die by the hands of a hot person, and I can respect that homie. We all have been there.")

“W-what do you want from me?” Jungkook asks, sweat lining his brow. You’re still looking at him like he was a meal, but he finds he probably doesn’t mind being devoured by you.

Your wicked grin returns, full force. “I just want to play, Jungkook. But why don’t we discuss this… somewhere more private?”

Thunk. Was that the sound of his heart dropping out of his ass, or his brain pressing against the left side of his skull, or his dick hitting the roof? Jungkook isn’t sure, but he does know he wants to see where this night will take him.

He lets you lead the way, squeezing through sweaty bodies and elbowing a stray hand or two. Jungkook swears he feels a guy grope him on the way out, but before he can even sock the guy in the jaw, you’re already one step ahead of him. You hiss menacingly at the dudebro, raising your long acrylic nails in a show of dominance like you’re from some wildlife documentary. The guy audibly whines, running away from the two of you with his tail between his legs.

Jungkook stares at you incredulously. “How the fuck did you––”

“I’ve gone to tango classes with that dude. I have his mom’s phone number,” you explain nonchalantly. Instantly, Jungkook feels himself hardening in his pants.

You manage to get to where the washroom stalls are. You brazenly walk past the line of girls at the women’s section, but Jungkook is even more confused when you also pass by the men’s section. You turn the corner, where a bunch of tables and chairs were being kept. Then, you begin to knock down some of the extra chairs stacked against the wall, which is where Jungkook discovers there is an unused wheelchair accessible washroom.

“Why is this washroom being kept hidden?” he wonders aloud, sneaking guilty looks over his shoulder. No one seems to have noticed that the two of you are blatantly trespassing property, but you don’t look all that stressed about it.

You look at him weirdly. “Dude. You can barely walk in this club without getting groped, poked, or doped. As much as I’m all for accessibility, I don’t think wheelchair-bound people are gonna have much of a good time here.”

Jungkook feels as though he should be saying something profound about the need for establishments to be accessible or something, but the strain in his pants really wasn’t doing many wonders on his verbosity right now. Maybe next time.

You make quick work of the barricade and you get the door open in no time. You push him hastily inside, making him yelp as he tries to find his way around the darkened room. You flip the switch on somewhere behind him, illuminating the washroom to find… a toilet. That’s it.

“Well, they certainly didn’t think about interior decorating,” Jungkook says, laughing nervously as you click the door locked. He turns, watching as you pull the black elastic that was on your wrist and begin to tie your hair. You smile cheekily at him, the implications of what is about to happen very much apparent.

“Nah, they didn’t. But the room gets the job done and that’s all we want, don’t we?” You purr, taking the two short steps you need to get close to him once more. You trail a well-manicured nail down his chest, circling around his nipple teasingly but not doing anything more. His breathing turns more shallow, and he knows for sure that his eyes must look crazed to you right now.

You bring your finger lower and lower, grazing the top of his belt buckle and staying there. You look up at him, licking your lips as your gaze trails down to his own. Once again, he feels paralyzed as you take him in and he wishes for all the horny gods from above that you would finally end the torture and finally close the distance.

Taking some pity on him, you rest your lips against his throat, suckling gently enough that Jungkook knows it won’t leave a mark. His hands instantly come up to grab your waist, as if urging you to go harder, to make it hurt.

You smirk against his skin, deciding at that moment to bite down, hard. Jungkook yelps, before the sound morphs into an unabashed moan. His cheeks pinken, embarrassed at the volume of his voice.

“I-I…”

“Don’t worry, Jungkook…” you whisper, soothing the bite with your tongue. You pop off his skin, your lips slightly redder than before. “I’ll take good care of you, darling.”

See, Jungkook doesn’t doubt you in the slightest. As for his own skills at taking care of you when the time comes… now that’s a little bit of a gamble.

Jungkook isn’t a virgin, per se… He lost his virginity during his last year of high school to some girl he met at a party, and suffice to say, he didn’t last long. He’s had a few girlfriends in the past, but none of them ever wanted to get with him once they saw his dick. You see, he had a bit of a problem…

He wasn’t small, by the way. Don’t get him wrong. In fact, he was kinda––

Jungkook is pulled away from his thoughts when you suddenly drop down to your knees, your hands grabbing onto his thighs for support. He’s almost worried that you’d injured yourself from how fast you’d dropped, but you don’t seem all that bothered by how deftly your fingers moved to unbuckle his belt.

When you get it loosened, your hands stop by the button of his jeans and you look up at him with expectation. Jungkook almost whines when your hands drift back to your lap.

You snort, amused. “What? You think I’m gonna do all the work here, buddy? Come on, strip for me.” you say, sitting on your haunches as you wait for him to move.

The strain in his pants was getting downright painful at this point, so Jungkook is more than eager to follow your orders. Still, his hands are shaking the entire time, so it takes him a few extra seconds before he can finally unbutton his stupid jeans and pull down his stupid zipper. Even through his loose boxers, the outline of his dick is very apparent, with a small wet spot already staining the front of his boxers a darker blue.

“Uh, I have to say a disclaimer first though,” Jungkook squeaks, suddenly shy under the intense gaze you were pointing straight at his dick. It twitches slightly, and your eyes follow it like a cat ready to pounce. “I’m… kinda on the bigger side, so I just want to ask if you’re sure––”

“Baby, I was sure even before I came to this club,” you say, trance-like. Your fists clench and unclench by your sides. “Now, shut up before I change my mind.”

“But––” Jungkook doesn’t get to finish his sentence, stunned to silence when you quite literally rip his boxers off of him like a magician trying to prove something. His dick springs up half-way, still not fully hard as it’s always taken him a little bit more goading before he can get to full mast. Yea, he was that big.

You stare at it for a moment, going cross-eyed as you stared at his tip head-on like some sort of perverse gun barrel. You don’t move for so long that Jungkook is afraid that he might have freaked you out with the size of his cock, though you wouldn’t be the first in a long shot. He’s about to apologize, prepared to pull up his pants in shame and walk home with half a log in his crotch. He’s already shifting his jeans back up when you place a hand on his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

“Wait. Are you, like, only half-hard right now?” you ask, voice quiet.

Jungkook flushes. “Y-yeah… It gets a little bit bigger when I’m fully… You know…” he says, trailing off.

You’re still looking at his dick, but after further assessment, Jungkook realizes that you don’t look horrified in the slightest. In fact, you look pleased. “Jesus fuck you’re huge! Like… almost abnormally so.”

Jungkook literally feels like he’s going to die (and he hates that it’s kinda making him even hornier). “I guess so?”

“That’s a fucking log! You could stand on that thing!”

“I don’t think that’s possible, but––”

“Seokjin had told me you were huge, but I didn’t believe him because, well, the way he described it was that you had a literal third leg hiding under there. Who would have thought that Seokjin isn’t full of shit after all,” you say, awestruck.

“I’m really not that big––wait, Seokjin has talked to you about my dick? What the fuck? Since WHEN?” Seokjin was just out there in the world? Telling strangers about his dick? That hyung is seriously getting smashed WWE style the next time he sees him, and it’s NOT going to be sexy.

You wave him off. “Oh, don’t worry. He doesn’t just tell anyone. He let it slip because he was defending your honor,” you shrug.

In the midst of Jungkook’s mental breakdown at the realization that one of his closest friends just told a random girl that he’s got a meter long King Kong dong, he doesn’t notice that you’ve already stood up from where you were kneeling. You pull down the toilet seat cover, seating yourself on it and rubbing your reddened knees with a pout. “Ouch. Damn, I’m not used to kneeling for men anymore. Sorry, where was I? Oh right!”

You snap your fingers together, smiling gleefully at Jungkook. “So! I dragged you in here to give you my proposition, you see. I have a deal to make with you.”

Jungkook looks down at his cock, which was still red and dripping pre-cum, before turning back to you. “And this has something to do with… my dick?”

“Precisely!” you cheer, glad that he seems to be on the same page as you when he was in fact, not. “Sorry about tricking you, by the way. I’ll suck your dick after this if you’re still game, but only if you agree with my plan.”

“Your plan?”

“Yep,” you say, popping your ‘p’ once more. “You see, I have an ex-boyfriend. His name is Lee Taeyong, ever heard of him?”

Jungkook vaguely knows the upperclassman, though he can’t say he’s ever spoken to him. “Kinda. What does he have to do with me?”

“Well, if you really heard of him, then you’d already be one step ahead. Seeing as how it’s not already connecting for you––” you point to his dick, poking the sensitive head with the grace of a 5-year old at a petting zoo, “––then you don’t know that Lee Taeyong has the biggest dick on campus. Allegedly.”

“Allegedly,” Jungkook repeats. He still doesn’t follow.

“Well, I wouldn’t know either because I’ve never seen his dick, so––”

“Wait wait wait. Wait.” Jungkook’s hamster brain is running a mile a minute. There have been way too many absurdities spoken in the last five minutes and he doesn’t think he’s drunk enough to deal with your insanity right now. “Let’s dissect this one at a time, shall we? First of all, how can you not know how big your boyfriend’s dick is?”

“My ex-boyfriend. And we only dated for like three days, and I don’t fuck until a week has passed, okay? I don’t play like that,” you say as if you didn’t just lure Jungkook to this dingy washroom only to give him blue balls and trauma.

“Okay, whatever. So what if he has a big dick? What does that have to do with me?”

You roll your eyes. “How can you not understand yet? I’m on the hunt for our university’s biggest dick, of course! And you, Jungkook, might just be my ticket to the number one prize.”

There is a long pause. Jungkook stares and stares at you, waiting for you to shout “Surprise! You’re being pranked, bro!” and for all the cameramen to come out and shower him in confetti and dollar bills or something. But no, nothing like that happened. He just continues to stand there with his dick out, while you sit on a dingy toilet seat with your legs crossed comfortably as if you were just two friends having a regular conversation.

After a while, Jungkook comes to a conclusion. “You’re being serious.”

You snort, annoyed as if you were the one being inconvenienced. “Of course I am, dude. I don’t stalk just about anybody to see their dick. I’m not that insane.”

Jungkook feels as though your judgment on sanity should probably be taken with a grain of salt. “S-sure. Right. You’re definitely not insane.”

“And you have a big dick! I’m glad you can see where I’m coming from,” you say, nodding sagely. You peer at his dick once more, brows furrowed as you think deeply to yourself. “Hmm… Yea, I’d say you’d be at least equally as big as him. If all else fails, I can split the winnings and get half the amount of money if you––”

“No,” Jungkook says.

You raise your brow. “Yes?” you try.

“Yes–I mean, what? No!” Jungkook repeats, shaking his head furiously. "Are you even hearing yourself? You expect me to get into a dick measuring contest with your ex just so you can, what? Get revenge on him or something?"

"Not for revenge." You lean closer to him, face inches away from his dick but you don't seem perturbed in the slightest. "It's for money," you whisper, grinning slyly.

"Money," Jungkook repeats.

You clap your hands excitedly. "Exactly! So Taeyong and I didn't actually break up on bad terms. We only got together to make Doyoung, his crush, jealous enough to confess his feelings. But now, that dumb bitch thinks that now that he's with Taeyong, he can make fun of me for not being able to handle Taeyong's dark horse cock––"

"Can you please stop talking like an insane person," Jungkook pleads. His comment remains unheard.

"––so we made a bet that Taeyong doesn't actually have the biggest dick on campus and that I'm dating a guy with an even bigger meat thermometer than he does," you finish, snapping your fingers with a flourish. There's a twinkle in your eye: it's misplaced excitement coupled with extreme insanity, Jungkook realizes.

"That's good and all, but there's just one problem."

"What?" You tilt your head, confused.

"We're not exactly dating, are we?"

"Details, details... What Doyoung and Taeyong don't know won't hurt them," you say, shrugging your shoulders.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Of course," he says, leaning against the grimy bathroom wall. He goes to tuck Jungkook Jr. back into his pants, his dick finally softening after the last ten minutes of psychological torture courtesy of yours truly, but you're quick to slap his hand away, making him yelp in surprise.

"No! I like looking at it," you say. You stare at his dick with rapt fascination. "It's kinda like looking at a weird, deformed baby leg. Beautiful, but haunting all at once."

Jungkook huffs, staring at you in equal parts disbelief and awe. If he thought Seokjin was mentally unhinged, then you're definitely on your way towards uncharted psychotic territory. It was kind of amazing how you could just say shit without any brain to mouth filter, in your own twisted way. "Listen, lady. I don't even fucking know what your name is, but I am not helping you win some stupid bet and showing my dick to even more strangers than I have to, okay?"

You consider him, lips pursing slightly. "Why, do you have any other plans this weekend?"

Jungkook falters. "I... No, I don't––"

You shrug your shoulders, as if that's the end of that problem. "Then it's settled! I don't see why you can't just do this out of the goodness of your heart?"

"For the last time, I won't do it even if––"

"I'll split the prize with you? 50/50? That's $1000 for having a huge dick! Every incel's wet dream!"

Jungkook pauses in his rant, choking on his spit. His jaw drops comically, unsure if he heard you right. "Did you say one... grand?"

Hook, line, and sinker. You know you caught him the moment his eyes bugged out of their sockets. You smirk, crossing your arms triumphantly as you gaze upon his desperate and broke college ass (and dick). “So? Having second thoughts?"

Jungkook is quiet for a moment. He opens his mouth, then closes it. He tries to wrap his head around the number, unsure if he should be worried about how ready he is to drop his pants for money. Have I completely lost it? Am I that much of an idiot? he wonders, but then again… He’d be an even bigger idiot for letting free money go down the drain.

“Where is this money even coming from?” he asks, even though he knows his guard is already dropping quickly.

You wave your hand flippantly. “Oh, Doyoung is filthy rich. I imagine that $2000 is nothing to him,” you say, picking at a hangnail. “It’s not much money to me either, but my pride is mostly at stake here. If you want, you could take all the money as a prize, so long as you make that bitch eat his heart out.”

Jungkook feels his dick twitch and he knows that you notice. “Two… thousand…” He accidentally moans, gripping his thighs to prevent himself from nutting. “That’s…”

You tilt your head, arching a brow. “Not enough? I could put in an extra $500 if you’re really against this whole thing. To be fair, I wouldn’t wanna expose my coochie to a random person either––”

“Two thousand five hundred? Are you fucking insane?” Jungkook exclaims, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, but it still feels like his lungs are on fire.

“Okay, three grand it is but I’m not going any higher than that,” you huff, shaking your head. “Mr. Jeon, you really do drive a hard bargain, though I always notice that well-endowed men tend to think they deserve the universe, so I’m not surprised.” You chuckle to yourself, as if anything about this situation is worth laughing at. Jungkook feels like that one time he had inhaled an entire helium balloon in one breath when he was younger: kinda nauseous but also kinda euphoric. Is it bad that his dick is stirring awake right now? Hello?

You put your hand out, looking at him expectantly. “Well? Do we have a deal or not?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and accesses his options carefully. Does he:

Give up his low self-esteem for money and enter an actual dick-measuring contest with some stranger;

There is no other option. Jungkook wants money.

He exhales, a migraine already throbbing incessantly in the back of his skull. He thrusts his hand forward, gripping yours harshly in a firm handshake. “I’m in,” he says, without missing a beat. Your smile brings a shiver down his back, and he can’t help but wonder if this is what Judas felt like when he betrayed Jesus, except he’s betraying no one but his own self-worth.

Well, he always did wonder how much his life was worth and three grand doesn’t seem like that big of a stretch. Oh well.

“Nice,” you chuckle, seemingly vibrating from excitement. You slip behind him, grabbing his phone from the back pocket of his jeans (which were still, by the way, pooled around his thighs because his dick was still out. Just to remind you guys in case you forgot. OP doesn’t want you to ever forget about it.) You flick open his phone, cackling maniacally when you realize he doesn’t even have a password on.

Jungkook squawks. “Hey, what are you––”

“I’m saving my number on your phone,” you explain. He can barely see what you were typing into his phone contacts, but he doesn’t miss the way you attach a heart emoji beside your name. You open his texts, sending yourself an octopus emoji that just so happened to be Jungkook’s most frequently used emoji. You snort. “Octopus emoji, huh? Seems appropriate… Can’t help but think it was a sign that this might have been destiny.”

“I just like takoyaki…” Jungkook defends himself sulkily.

“Yea? Well I like cock,” you say. You pause, furrowing your brows. “Oh, I meant to say chicken. Same thing.”

You hand back his phone, grabbing your small purse that you had thrown aside onto the washroom floor. You straighten your dress, looking to all the world as if you hadn’t just offered a stranger three grand to show his dick. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Jungkook. I expect to see you soon, maybe this weekend if you’re free. I’ll text you the details of when we’ll meet next. Toodles!” you wave, sending him a flying kiss for extra measure. Jungkook’s eye twitches, and he wonders not for the first time tonight if he was trapped in a coma and was slowly passing away.

Just as you are about to head out the door, you stop in your tracks, turning back to face him. You give him a curious expression, gaze dragging downwards until you were staring down the barrel of his dick once more. “Hey, sorry about leaving you hanging like that, by the way. I would love to help you finish, but I have a ride to catch. Raincheck?”

Not waiting for an answer, you saunter away with a spring in your step. The door swings back closed, leaving Jungkook alone for the first time in what feels like forever: just him, his dick, and the promise of three thousand dollars on the horizon.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” Jungkook groans, sliding down to the floor. He fists his cock in his hand, groaning loudly when he feels the pleasure jolt up his spine like electricity. As he listens to the sounds of his heavy breathing and the slick mess in his hands, he can’t help but wonder if Jimin was right… Maybe he did have a thing for insane hot girls who were out to kill him.

x x x x x

After Jungkook cleans himself up, he marches out of the washroom with as much dignity as he can muster. Which is to say that he walked out of there with his head bowed in shame, meekly navigating the crowded club in search of his friends.

It isn’t hard, considering that Jimin was currently hanging on the fucking ceiling from a disco ball. A group of men stand at the bottom, all of them eagerly eyeing his fat ass as Jimin dangerously humped the shiny ball of metal like his life depended on it.

“Okaaaay guys! The moment this disco ball drops, whoever catches me first gets to fuck me tonight so try your best to grab me~!” Jimin singsongs from his perch, howling madly as all the horny motherfuckers scramble all over each other, desperate to catch him lest he meets his maker.

“I. Hate. My. Life.” Jungkook sighs, striding past the group of men easily with his superior upper body strength. “Move, incels. This twink isn’t letting any of you simps touch his ass. He just likes the attention.”

“Aww, Jungkookie! Don’t ruin my fun~! Unless you wanna catch me and we can finally fu––” Jimin screams mid-sentence, just as the cord holding him and the disco ball snaps. All the guys step over themselves to catch him, but Jungkook is stronger and faster. He catches Jimin mid-air, snatching him in an instant and hoisting him over his shoulder. Everyone cheers and hollers, clapping for him as Jimin continues to giggle hysterically into his back.

“Yay! Jungkookie is gonna fuck meeeee,” Jimin pats him on the ass, but Jungkook ignores him. He goes around the club, searching for the rest of his friends until he has five dangling bodies hanging off his body like some six-headed freak.

Well, it’s soon going to be five-headed after he beheads Seokjin, whom Jungkook is certain just vomited all over the back of his jeans.

“I can’t fucking find Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook grits his teeth, his nose assaulted by the stench of Namjoon’s armpit as the elder contorts himself into a more comfortable position. “Stop fucking moving, you long-legged bastard. Why’d you have to be born with such good body proportions?”

“And why are you so hot, Jungkook?” Taehyung swoons from somewhere underneath Hoseok, who seems to be either passed out or dead; Jungkook didn’t pause to check for a pulse.

“Pretty sure Yoongi went home,” Seokjin slurs, a second wave of nausea hitting him as he struggles to keep the alcohol inside of him a bit longer. “Ugh… Said he saw his roommate and they went home together.”

“God, it better be his fucking roommate and not another person trying to sell his organs again.” Jungkook sighs. “Either way, we’re all going home. We’ve done enough damage for tonight.”

“Jungkookie, did you have any fun at all tonight? Didn’t see you around,” Namjoon quips, managing to wriggle out of Jungkook’s grip and fall face flat on the curb. He whines pathetically, not making a move to stand up again. “Ugh. I didn’t even drink a lot tonight so why...?”

“It’s because you’re Namjoon,” Jungkook supplies helpfully. He lets the rest of his friends down, making sure they are leaning against the wall for support (or sitting against the wall in Hoseok’s case). “Alright, I’m calling cabs. Seokjin-hyung, I’m staying over at your place tonight.”

Jimin, who was already slowly falling asleep where he stands, perks up in attention at that. “Wait, you’re coming home with me and Seokjin? Are we reaaaally gonna fuck?” Jimin tries to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but to Jungkook, it just looks like he’s having a stroke.

“I’m done nutting for tonight. We are sleeping once we get home and that’s it,” Jungkook snorts, crossing his arms.

“OOOOOOOH? JUNGKOOK GOT FUCKED AT THE CLUB!”

“GET IT BOY!”

“OH SHIT HE FINALLY USED HIS PURPLE-HEADED YOGURT FINGER!”

“DAMN DUDE? DAMN? DAMN?”

“AW, YOU FUCKED SOMEONE WITHOUT ME?”

Jungkook swears he had heard Hoseok speak amidst the yelling from his friends, but his hyung still remains mysteriously hunched over and dead to the world. “None of your businesses. Anyway, a cab is coming soon and I swear to God, if any of you piss or vomit in that poor man’s vehicle, I will make sure none of you live to see the light of day, okay?”

Jimin turns to Taehyung, who just happened to be beside him. “Not gonna lie, but I kinda jizzed in my pants just now. That was kinda hot.” Taehyung only nods in agreement.

An hour and thirty minutes later, Jungkook manages to get the last of his idiot friends home, leaving only him, Seokjin, and Jimin as they tiredly trudge up the steps to the apartment. It takes an additional twenty minutes for Seokjin to figure out where he’d left his keys, only for Jimin to raise his finger for them to wait as he hid behind some bushes while unbuckling his jeans. When he comes out of the bushes, pantless, he has a key raised with a victorious smirk on his face.

“Don’t ask where I keep this,” is all he says and Jungkook is glad that he had rejected Seokjin’s offer to permanently move in as their roommate.

They all stumble into the apartment, with Seokjin falling immediately onto the couch. He curls up into a little ball, snoring the moment his eyes shut. Jungkook wants to shake him awake, eager to interrogate him about what happened between you and him just a few hours ago at the club. Even if he wanted to wake him up, Jungkook is sure nothing can rouse the elder; this fact is confirmed when Jungkook dumps water on him, only for Seokjin to keep sleeping soundly like a baby.

“Well, hyung is dead. Guess it’s time for me to die too,” Jimin says sleepily, the horniness and insanity from the club already wearing off. He pats Jungkook gently on the head, pointing towards Seokjin’s room. “Sleep there. I’ll hand you an extra blanket because I wouldn’t trust that hyung’s sheets. Let’s sleep, yeah?”

Left with no other choice, Jungkook heads to Seokjin’s bedroom, jumping onto the unmade sheets and pretending not to notice the crusty unknown substance on the corner of the bed. He can’t fall asleep, not when he’s left haunted by the weight on his chest (and dick). Jungkook fiddles with his phone, staring wide-eyed at the name displayed tauntingly on his screen.

Y/N L/N.

He was gonna have a nightmare tonight, that’s for sure.

x x x x x

Jungkook wakes up early, much to his chagrin. He’d really like to stay dead to the world for much longer, but the smell of coffee brewing and bacon cooking is kind of a hard deal to pass up. Jungkook shifts in bed, cringing when he realizes he went to sleep in his jeans, and more importantly, that his pants felt a lot stickier than he remembered.

He lifts the blanket up, confirming his suspicions. “Fuck!”

Well, guess he didn’t have much of a nightmare last night after all.

He shucks off his clothes, disgusted by the mess he finds in his underwear. He hobbles over to Seokjin’s closet, cringing when he finds only one (1) clean pair of shorts left, which just so happened to have “PEE IS STORED IN THE BALLS” stamped on the back in cursive font. Beggars can’t be choosers, he supposes.

Jungkook tiptoes out of the bedroom, confronted with the sight of Jimin pouring three mugs of coffee and Seokjin still slumped over the couch, a substantial amount of drool dripping down from the side of his mouth and forming a puddle on the floor. Jungkook takes a photo, saving it for later.

“Morning,” Jimin smiles from the kitchen, offering Jungkook one of the cups. Jungkook is certain that Jimin has no recollection of the events from last night, though such is Park Jimin’s way of life. He drinks to get fucked up, then he forgets, and then the cycle repeats itself anew. Jungkook wonders how Jimin always manages to wake up without a hangover, though God might have just given him a super liver in compensation for his lack of height.

“Hyung is still dead,” Jungkook states plainly, walking over to Seokjin and peering at him closely. Jungkook sticks a finger into his agape mouth, collects some of his spit, and then proceeds to give him the wettest willy of his life. Still no response.

“Let me try,” Jimin says, sauntering over to Seokjin with one of the cups of coffee. Jimin leans down, hums gently into his ear. “Hyung, wake up. We have coffee for you!”

Seokjin mumbles incomprehensibly in his sleep, snuggling deeper into the couch stuffing. Jimin tilts his head, still smiling. Then, he dumps the scalding cup of coffee all over Seokjin’s crotch.

In an instant, Seokjin screams with the pitch of a banshee, swinging his arms wildly about and nearly knocking himself out with his own fist. Jungkook and Jimin watch passively from the sidelines, waiting for the elder to finish fanning his nutsack before greeting him a pleasant morning.

“WHY ARE YOU BOTH LITERAL DEMONS?” Seokjin hollers, jumping to his feet with his scorched balls and all. Taking pity on him, Jungkook walks over to the fridge, tossing his hyung a bag of ice. And by toss, it’s more like he pitches the bag straight into his dick with the ease and speed of a seasoned baseball player, eliciting another round of pained howls.

“YOU––ASS––” Seokjin seethes, clutching the bag of ice to his nether regions. He sits down on the adjacent loveseat, expression contorting as he cups his balls gingerly. “God, it’s almost like you guys don’t think I deserve basic human decency.”

“That was just a small part of my revenge for you, after you gave my contact details to an insane woman,” Jungkook sneers, miming a punch onto Seokjin’s handsome face. Seokjin doesn’t even flinch, too busy staring at Jungkook’s legs.

“Hey, are you wearing my thot shorts?”

Jungkook looks down at the neon pink monstrosity around his hips. “You call these your thot shorts?”

Seokjin shrugs. “I got dicked down in them once. You should try.”

“Oh, did I hear something about revenge? I smell tea in here,” Jimin says, coming back from the kitchen with his own cup. “Well, I have coffee but same shit. What happened?”

“This––” Jungkook points an accusatory finger at Seokjin, “––asshole sent my location information to an insane stalker lady last night after he told her that I had a huge dick!”

Seokjin squints at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Y/N! She said you told her about how big my dick was and when she asked you where I was, you told her I was going to the club with you last night!”

“Oh.” Realization dawns on Seokjin’s face, which was quickly replaced by incredulity as he stares at Jungkook. “I assumed she asked for your contact details because she had a crush on you. I was just trying to get you some pussy, bro.”

“Yeah, Kook. Not gonna lie, but I’d be dicking down girls left and right if I had a dick as big as yours,” Jimin says, eyeing the bulge in his teeny tiny shorts with interest. “In fact, I’d probably be a top if I had a dick as big as yours.”

Seokjin laughs, nearly shooting out phlegm from the strength of it. “Oh god, don’t tell me. You couldn’t get your dick hard again? Don’t worry bro, if I had a dick as big as yours, it’d take ages for it to fill up too.”

Jungkook flushes, stomping his foot in embarrassment. “That! Wasn’t the problem! The problem is––”

“––that Jungkook nuts too quickly because he doesn’t have any practice,” Jimin tuts sadly, patting the younger with a pitiful expression. “Don’t worry, Kook. Hyung is open to giving you some pointers.”

“That’s not it either!” Jungkook screams, groaning in annoyance. “She came up to me because she offered to pay me $3000 to enter a dick-measuring contest!”

Jimin and Seokjin tilt their heads in tandem, still not getting it. “So?” they both chorus, giving him a blank-eyed stare.

“Are you guys out of your mind? I got bribed into showing my dick to some strangers like some kind of weird prostitute!”

“It’s not prostitution if you’re not engaging in sexual activity,” Jimin muses, taking a long sip from his coffee. He shrugs his shoulders. “Honestly, I don’t see how this is a problem. You show some girls your dick, and you get money. Dudes would kill to be in your position.”

“Oh my God, don’t tell me,” Seokjin leers at Jungkook, and the younger almost can’t stop himself from landing another blow against the elder’s abused crotch. “You got roped into some bukkake orgy and now you’re asking your hyungs to help you? Don’t worry, Jungoo… You came to the right people. You see, Jimin and I have some experience with––”

“LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Jungkook jams his fingers into his own ears, screaming hysterically to drown out the sounds of Seokjin and Jimin’s combined laughter. Jungkook pouts at them, glowering pathetically. “Seriously, hyungs! Do you not see how fucked up this is? Who follows a stranger to a club, pretends they’re going to give you a blowjob, only to offer 3K for you to show some strangers your dick?”

“A regular Friday night if you ask me,” Jimin says, shrugging once more. Jungkook stares at him, realizing that maybe it was the wrong idea being friends with these two lunatics in the first place. Knowing Jimin, he’d probably been in much more lewd and compromising situations than Jungkook will ever have. Rumor has it that Jimin had once done a keg stand while having his dick sucked while on vacation in Japan.  

“Well, if you were really against it, then you could have just said no?” Seokjin points out, wagging a finger at him. “I know Y/N, and yeah she’s kind of demented, but she still knows that no means no. Surely, you haven’t considered the fact that you are 1) a pushover and 2) horny for her?”

“Well, yea––No, what––No!” Jungkook splutters, stammering wildly. His two hyungs grin salaciously, gazing at him knowingly. Jungkook can only groan, as he knows that they kind of have a point. He’s always been too weak for girls and money, so when you put those two things together…

“I might be addicted to the BBC tag on Pornhub, but you my friend… You’re in it for the BBCC,” Jimin snickers, patting Jungkook comfortingly on the back. Jungkook groans into his hands, slumping onto the loveseat beside Seokjin, whose icepack had long since melted and caused the seat to be uncomfortably damp.

“BBCC? I’m almost too afraid to ask.”

“Big black credit card,” Seokjin pipes up, wrapping his own arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, bud. We all have been there.”

That’s the problem: somehow, Jungkook finds himself much too ready to accept his fate, eagerly awaiting when you’ll text him next.

x x x x x

After a much-needed shower at Jimin and Seokjin’s place, Jungkook tiredly makes his way to the nearby bus stop, ready to go home and sleep the entire weekend away. Screw his Biochemistry midterm on Monday––if he really is going to whore himself out to you, then he’s going to need all the self-care and therapy that he can get. His phone itches in the pocket of his shorts (yes, he’s still wearing the thot shorts), and he wonders if he should text his therapist and ask for an extra appointment later in the day.

Just as he’s about to pull out his phone, he senses it vibrate once, twice. He freezes in his steps, walking out of the way of busy pedestrians on the sidewalk and into a random clothing store. He sees the lone cashier staring at him from the corner of his eye, but he does not check if her gaze is filled with disgust or disgust. Probably disgust, he surmises.

Flicking his phone on, he sees two new messages from you and his heart immediately starts to hammer in his chest. No one has ever made Jungkook equal parts scared and excited, though he imagines you might have that effect on most people, what with how you look like the type to tie up unsuspecting victims to harvest their organs in your summer cottage up in the mountains or something. Or maybe that’s just Jungkook projecting.

from: y/n l/n ❣️ hey! sorry for taking so long to text you. my roommate tried to make cheesecake at 3am last night and i had to supervise in case he burned down the apartment.

from: y/n l/n ❣️ anyway, i was wondering if you were free later? some time after 5 maybe? let me know!

You already want to meet so soon. Jungkook exhales heavily through his nostrils, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself. Alright, this is fine. Jungkook is a big boy: he can handle going to a girl’s home without losing his mind. You didn’t say anything about this being the actual dick-measuring contest yet, so he can only assume this is just you asking for something else. Maybe to talk more? Maybe he’ll get a down payment for the prize money? Maybe you’ll follow through on your raincheck? God, is it wrong for him to have his dick plumping up in his shorts when you haven’t even done anything to him yet?

(On the contrary, you could say that you have done a lot for him over the past twenty four hours, though maybe not in the way most people would expect.)

from: jjk yeah i can meet you at 5. what’s this for?

from: y/n l/n ❣️ oh, nothing! i just wanted to talk to you about the actual competition and stuff. plus, i want to actually measure your dick, just so i can see how much you’re actually packing down there ;)

from: jjk ….yeah, fine. whatever.

(This really isn’t a “whatever” type of situation, but honestly, Jungkook doesn’t really know what to say anymore. He’s officially lost his singular brain wrinkle. He’s smooth brain McGee over here.)

You follow up by sharing your location with him, and he’s surprised to find that you aren’t that far away from where Jungkook was right now. He really did mean to go back to his apartment first and get changed into something more… morally acceptable, but since he hasn’t been arrested yet for public decency, he should be okay with going to your place in Seokjin’s thot shorts.

There’s something invigorating about going to your place, dressed the way he is… Maybe the shorts are somehow giving him brain hemorrhage by indirect association with Seokjin. Either that or Jungkook simply loves torturing himself by embarrassing himself constantly. Well, at least he showered and combed his hair before leaving his hyungs’ place.

He inputs your address into his phone map, taking his sweet time as he walks the short distance to your apartment. As he passes by the buildings and street corners, he can’t help but think that he might have been around this area before. He tries to rack his brain, forcing himself to remember why this route seems so familiar.

“Oh right. Yoongi-hyung’s new apartment should be around here,” he muses to himself. He wonders if his hyung had gotten home safely last night. He should probably text him to make sure, but he’s got a literal dick appointment to attend to first, so he’ll remember to check up on Yoongi once he finishes up with you.

Does that make him a shitty friend? Probably. But would Yoongi do the same if Jungkook was in his shoes? Probably.

Yeah, Jungkook and his group of friends aren’t exactly role models for a sensitive and loving relationship, though that’s not much of a surprise to anyone.

He arrives at a decent looking apartment complex, complete with its own little water fountain at the entrance. He walks through the automatic sliding doors, peers at the shiny caution tape barring him from using the elevator. He stares at your address on his phone, groaning loudly when he sees “1603” much to his annoyance.

“No wonder she had such great thighs,” Jungkook mutters angrily to himself, preparing himself for the long and arduous journey his glutes are going to endure.

Years later, Jungkook finds himself at your door, his lungs jumping out of his throat as he struggles to catch his breath. He hunches over, elbows digging into his thighs as he wipes the sweat trailing down his neck. He can see your door just near the end of the hall, but just as he’s about to crawl his way over––

“Oh. Oh my,” a familiar voice says from behind him, and Jungkook looks over his shoulder to see…

“Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook exclaims incredulously, mouth gaping at the sight of his thought-to-be-dead hyung coming out of the elevator. He splutters for a few more moments before pointing an accusing finger at Yoongi. “You used the elevator?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, turning to look at the elevator with a thoughtful look. “Oh right. The elevator works. The maintenance people just forgot to remove the safety tape from last week.” Yoongi looks back at Jungkook, gaze lowering to his legs. “I see that Seokjin has provided you with his thot shorts.”

Jungkook doesn’t even try to cover himself, used to his friends seeing him in varying degrees of undress. Like, what was Yoongi going to do? Take a photo of him and post it to his Twitter for his thousands of followers to see? He wasn’t that cruel...

Snap! Yoongi pockets his phone quickly, clearing his throat. “So,” Yoongi walks up closer to him, peering at Jungkook curiously. “What brings you to my apartment? Not that I’m happy to see you, but I assumed you and the rest of our idiotic gang would have died of alcohol poisoning the night before.”

“...It’s a long story,” Jungkook says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Say... Where did you go last night, by the way? I tried to look for you, but Seokjin said your roommate brought you home?”

“Yeah. She went to the club with a bunch of her friends. She offered me a ride with her because she knew how much I hated it there,” Yoongi says, frowning. “Fuck you, by the way.”

“What the fuck? What the hell did I do?”

“I don’t know. You’re wearing Seokjin’s shorts and my ape brain told me to retaliate out of instinct,” he explains. He takes another long, good glance at his shorts. “Color me surprised that they fit you, by the way. I’d assume your huge ass would be making it rip the seams, or perhaps your dick would be saying hello.”

Jungkook pats his junk proudly. “I know, right? Big guy decided to cooperate, for some reason.”

“Will you guys stop yapping it up out in the hall? I’m pretty sure Mrs. Sy can hear you two idiots from the first floor,” a voice from behind Jungkook hisses, causing the two boys to jump up in surprise. Lo and behold, your head is peeking out from behind your door, a perfectly stenciled eyebrow arched in annoyance. “Well? Are you two coming in or what?” You return back to your apartment, assuming that they’d soon follow.

Yoongi looks at Jungkook. “Wait. You know Y/N?”

Jungkook looks at Yoongi. “Wait. You know Y/N?”

Yoongi squints his eyes. “She’s my roommate. She’s a mutual friend of––”

“––Seokjin,” Jungkook finishes. The two of them pause, a metaphorical light bulb glowing above their heads.

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

“I see. The demoness has roped you into some hare-brained scheme, hasn’t she?” Yoongi nods sagely, rubbing his beardless chin. “Can’t say I feel sorry for you since I have to live with the wench.”

Jungkook grimaces. “Man. She’s insane around you too?”

Yoongi shrugs, walking over to your shared apartment. “I’m dating Seokjin, remember? Everyday, I suffer. Everyday, I feel my arm.”

When Jungkook steps into your apartment, he can’t help but be a little surprised. Of course, he shouldn’t have expected to see a medieval torture chamber in the middle of a metropolitan city, but he wouldn’t put it past you to somehow make it happen. Instead, he finds a fairly cozy-looking home, with comfy couches and filled bookshelves, complete with a small balcony that had a few fresh herbs growing in little pots. It looks…

“Yoongi-hyung. You definitely decorated, didn’t you?” Jungkook snorts, fingering the little kitty-patterned throw blanket draped on your couch. It’s soft and expensive, and definitely something only Yoongi would buy. The elder doesn’t even bother looking embarrassed; he just throws Jungkook the middle finger as he walks towards the kitchen.

You come out once more from one of the connecting rooms at the other end of the apartment, presumably your bedroom. You motion for Jungkook to come in. “Yoongi, you’re gonna bake all day, right? Mind if you let Jungkook and I speak alone in my room?”

Yoongi waves his hand disinterestedly. “Whatever. If you guys are gonna be freaky in there, I’m gonna start playing clown music to drown you guys out, alright? And I mean the remix versions with the extra clown honks.”

You roll your eyes. “Yea, yea. We get it. Grandpa needs his special time alone too.”

Jungkook’s heart jumps when you don’t even bother correcting him. Does that mean you guys really were going to do something freaky? Hopefully, Yoongi has learned to differentiate screams of terror from screams of pleasure, though it’s hard to tell if he’d care otherwise.

He follows you into your room and immediately notices the perfectly made bed and the neatly organized desk. Your curtains are drawn close, but the sheerness of it allows the mid-afternoon sun to brighten the room regardless. Your bedroom smells faintly of vanilla and cinnamon, and he notices the small scented candle still smoking from when you’d put it out.

Nothing in the room indicates that he was inside the room of a psychopath, though maybe Namjoon or Taehyung would argue that anyone who makes their bed every day might be a little out of it. Jungkook continues to stand awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to do next except to stare.

You plop onto your bed, giving him an expectant look. “Well? Are you just gonna stand there by the door and have Yoongi see us measure your dick or what?” That gets Jungkook to move. He closes the door, pausing for a second before locking it for good measure. Then, he takes the short two steps that he needs to stand right in front of you.

You crane your neck, appraising him silently as he fidgets from the weirdness of it all. Your gaze trails down and Jungkook is not surprised when you stop to stare at his neon pink shorts. You snort, thumbing the edge of his shorts lightly. Jungkook shivers even though you’re barely touching him and he knows that you notice.

“Trying to get back at me for leaving you with blue balls yesterday?” you muse, letting go of the thin material. Jungkook wants to bring your hand back to his thigh, but he forces himself to keep still.

He looks down. “Not really? But I mean… Is it working?” He can’t help the hopeful lilt in his voice.

You laugh, patting him lightly on the thigh. “No worries, Jungkook. I did promise you a little something last night, right? I admit it was shitty of me to leave you like that, despite what you already might think of me. You probably think I’m just some insane bitch, right?”

Jungkook stares at you. “Do you want me to be honest or...?”

You roll your eyes, but you seem more amused than anything. “Save it. I know I’m weird. But, a promise is a promise…” You trail off, winking at him. “Besides, this works out for the both of us, right? I wanted to measure your dick before we meet up with Taeyong and Doyoung tomorrow, and I can help you blow your rocks right after. Seems like a deal?”

“Is it bad that I’m so ready to have you suck me off that I’m honest to God accepting your offer without any sense of dignity?”

You consider him for a moment. Then, “Nah. I know dudes who would do worse things for three grand and to have their dick sucked. I’d say you’re just doing you.” You place your hands back on his hips, thumbing around the garter of his shorts.

Jungkook groans, not even flinching when you rip his shorts and boxers off in one rough flourish. His soft dick dangles heavily between his thighs. “See, I’m not entirely comforted knowing that you agree with my moral dilemma.”

You clap your hands together, excitement glittering in your expression. “Who cares! Let’s get you all hard and ready, shall we?”

Jungkook squirms under your gaze, getting dick stage fright. “H-hey… This isn’t like porn… I can’t just get hard when I want to, you know? I need… stimulation or some shit.”

You nod, humming thoughtfully. “You’re right… And I remember you said something about taking a long time to get fully hard, right? That’s gonna be a problem indeed.” You lean forward, “So. Tell me, Jungkook. What are your kinks?”

If Jungkook was drinking water, he’s sure he’d be doing a spit take right now. Instead, he just chokes on his own saliva, coughing out his lungs at your sudden inquiry. “M-my kinks? What for?”

“To get you hard, duh.” You leave featherlight grazes around his thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It stirs something inside Jungkook, but not enough to do anything yet. You tsk, your brow crumpling as you decide what to do next. “What if I…”

You dig your nails into the meat of his thighs and inadvertently pull him closer. He stumbles forward, his breath knocked out of him despite how little you’d done so far. “W-wait,” he wheezes, shock running down his spine. “I––”

You smirk at him, digging harder until you’re sure to leave white little crescents littered around his thigh. “Aha. I guessed you’d be into that. You liked it when I bit you yesterday, didn’t you?”

Jungkook can’t even answer. He’s trying to keep his breathing steady, squeezing his eyelids shut. He hears you shuffling in front of him, and he soon senses your body press closer to him, alerting him that you have stood up. You wrap your arms around his neck, bending his head down until he can feel your breath fan across his lips.

Are you going to kiss him? But the contact doesn’t come; instead, your hands snake up to his hair, massaging his scalp for a moment before tugging on his roots harshly. It pulls a whine from his lips, the response surprising even himself. “S-shit,” he grits his teeth, urging you to do it again. He opens his eyes slightly, sees you watching him with rapt attention.

You lick your lips, looking at him like a meal ready to be eaten. The heat in his stomach builds, but Jungkook doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed anymore. He doesn’t really have any more room in his brain anymore other than his unabashedly horny thoughts.

“Pain slut, huh? Somehow, it suits you.” You sound breathy, as if you were the one being pleasured instead. It makes Jungkook’s cock twitch a little, coming to life in front of you as you continue to assault his nerves.

“Do you like pain everywhere?” Your hands leave his head, coming down to the edge of his shirt. It’s a silent request, and Jungkook allows you to lift up his sweater, leaving him completely bare before you. You throw it somewhere to your right, eyes raking him up and down. Something about you still being fully clothed makes Jungkook’s inside light on fire, and it rushes blood down south before he can even understand why.

You chuckle, looking at his hardened nipples with interest. “Pierced? What a naughty boy you are.” You flick him there experimentally, and when Jungkook’s breath hitches, that gives you a go sign to do more. You fiddle around with the rosy bud some more, circling it with the pads of your fingers until Jungkook was a whining mess before you. “Sensitive… What a prize you are, Jungkook.”

Jungkook keens at the praise, even though he knows you didn’t really mean it in a good way. He finds himself wanting to please you: to get himself hard for you, to make you want him like how he wants you. He honestly can’t tell if you’re enjoying this as much as him, other than the way you’re watching him closely like a hawk.

He’s nearly half-hard, his cock jutting against your stomach. You peer down, figuring out your next move as he holds his breath, afraid he might do something wrong. Your fingers move once more, tracing shapes across his stomach and causing the muscles there to contract. He anticipates your next movements, his dick steadily throbbing.

“I suppose the easiest way to get you hard is to touch you here, right?” you murmur lowly. You grip him by the hips all of a sudden, your thumbs placed firmly into his Adonis’ belt. You inch closer and closer to where he wants you the most, and you watch him amusedly as he clamps down on his bottom lip, unwilling to sound desperate so early in the game.

(Was it early though? He’s been thinking about this exact scenario since last night, even plaguing his dreams. Still, it wouldn’t look cool if he just… busted a nut just from having his dick out. Even he knew that was kinda sad.)

Despite his best efforts, perhaps the desperation is apparent on his face because you eventually do take pity on him. You wrap your fingers around his length, not moving just yet. You smile secretly to yourself when you hear Jungkook exhale and swallow audibly, but you’re waiting for something. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently as if you didn’t have his dick in your hands.

“What do good boys say when they want something?” You’re fishing, but your teasing tone breaks Jungkook down enough to release a ragged moan. He places his hands on your shoulder, using you for support as you slowly inch your hand down to the base of his cock.

He can’t keep the whine out of his voice when he says, “P...Please. Move?”

Your grin is wicked. “Of course, baby.”

Yeah, if you keep this up, Jungkook is going to come embarrassingly fast and he doesn’t think you’ll be quite pleased with that.

There is pre-cum leaking at the tip of his cock, dangerously close to pooling over and dripping all over your carpet. You are quick to swipe it off with your thumb, dragging it down his shaft for an easier slide. Jungkook’s abs tense, his teeth clamping on his bottom lip so aggressively that he almost splits it open. His grip on your shoulders tighten, but you don’t mind. You keep stroking him languidly, not going fast enough for Jungkook’s liking, but the concentration on your face is enough to make Jungkook release a stilted moan. It doesn’t take long until the wet squelch of your hand jerking him fills the room, coupled with the sound of Jungkook’s labored breathing.

“You’re really wet,” you chuckle, watching with fascination as your words urge another drop of pre-cum to collect at his tip. “Are you always like this?”

“N-not… Really?” It takes a while for Jungkook’s brain to connect, caught between wanting to keep his eyes shut and wanting to stare at your cute hands trying to wrap around his dick. Your fingers can’t even circle the girth of his cock, the realization almost making Jungkook come there and then.

He’d never been one to be overly confident about his penis size, to be honest. He doesn’t really go around proclaiming it to the world, and his meager body count doesn’t help the fact that most people are unaware of the extent of his package. He isn’t itching to tell people either, but he’s starting to see why people would be envious of having a large dick. The sight of you struggling to pump his cock really makes for a pretty picture.

“Ugh, my arm is getting tired,” you complain after a while, getting frustrated when you realize that Jungkook is almost fully hard, but not quite. “Jeez. Your dick is so huge that it really takes a minute for the fuel tank to fill up, huh?”

“I-I’m sorry?” Jungkook wheezes, nearly crying out when you flick your wrist in just the right manner. Your hand pauses by the head of his dick, squeezing tightly enough not to be painful, much to his disappointment. Jungkook is still too shy to ask for more.

You let go of him all of a sudden, causing a guttural whine to escape Jungkook’s lips. Ignoring him, you nudge him back a few steps, Jungkook complying wordlessly. He’s still confused until you reach over to your bed, grabbing one of your pillows before dropping to your knees. Jungkook’s jaw drops, spluttering incomprehensibly as you cushion your knees with the pillow.

You look up, giggling amusedly. “Reminds you of last night, huh? Not gonna lie, I’ve been itching to have your cock in my mouth, though I’m not even sure if any of it can fit. That’s not gonna stop me from trying.”

Oh God. Oh Geez. Jungkook is going to die, isn’t he? He vaguely remembers his dream from the night before, how your pretty pink lips had stretched over his dick, barely going past his head. He whines pathetically, another string of pre-cum finally dripping down and landing on your thighs.

You hold him by his hips, preventing him from moving as your hot breath fans across his wet head. You lick your lips, taking one glance up at him before giving his tip a quick peck. It’s nothing to write home about, but the way Jungkook’s breath catches is enough to encourage you to do more. You suckle his head a little, suctioning your lips and moaning slightly at the bitter tang. Your eyes flutter shut, tongue swirling nondescript patterns as you greedily engrave his taste into your mind.

The image of you enjoying yourself is enough to get Jungkook fully hard. He feels like he’s on fire, from his flushed cheeks all the way to his groin. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, unsure if you’d allow him to pull on your hair.

You must have noticed his plight, because one of your hands leaves his hips to grasp his own, bringing it to your hair. You pop off his dick for a second, lips already redder than before. Jungkook wishes he could kiss you, but he’s still so unsure. “You can pull my hair, but if you push me down further than I’m willing to go, I’m stopping immediately, okay?” Your voice is authoritative and your gaze is steely, but it only prompts Jungkook to moan in reply.

He nods, nearly getting whiplash from how quickly his head bobs. You smirk, appeased by his obedience. You return to your ministrations, rewarding him by going further down and bobbing your head at a snail’s pace.

Jungkook’s sanity is barely hanging onto a thread. He wants to thrust into your wet mouth, never having felt this sort of pleasure in his life. He’s beginning to understand why Jimin is such a slut, and he wonders why on earth he’s been denying himself things like this. His eyes are half-lidded, but he’s determined to watch you as your masterful tongue brings him to the edge of hysteria.

When Jungkook doesn’t think your mouth can go further down, you surprise him once again. You go lower, and Jungkook feels your throat swallow around him until he nearly screams. Drool pools in the inside of his mouth, as if Jungkook’s body doesn’t know what to do with the pleasure. His legs nearly give out, but your hands keep him mounted.

His toes are curling, thighs trembling. “Fuck,” he whines, unable to stop himself when he thrusts a little into your mouth. “Shit, I didn’t mean to–”

You glance up at him. Your eyes are tearing up, but otherwise you look unperturbed. You flatten your tongue on the underside of his dick, tracing the vein there as you slowly come up for air. You swallow the mix of saliva and pre-cum in your mouth, licking your lips like you’ve just had a 5-star meal. You look absolutely debauched, though Jungkook knows he’s probably not doing much better.

“No gag reflex. It’s fine,” you shrug, as if you’d just told him about the weather. Your voice sounds hoarse, roughened by the assault of his dick on your throat. “Are you close?”

Jungkook doesn’t want to admit it, but– “Yes,” he says. He’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon, sweat dripping down his neck. You observe it drip down his body, as it curves down his neck and to his chest.

“You aren’t coming until I say so, got it?” You warn. He nods, cock twitching in desperation for your mouth to continue what it was doing.

But instead, you reach back to your bed, and Jungkook finally notices the tape measure that you’d left there. Oh right. Jungkook is brought back to reality, suddenly remembering why he’d gone here in the first place.

“This will only take a second, baby,” you whisper lowly, and Jungkook’s conscience is shot out of his head once more. Call him baby one more time, and Jungkook is sure to bust his load. He’s worried he might gain a Pavlovian response to the word; getting hard every time someone so much as utters “baby” for whatever reason.

You unravel the measuring tape, placing the end of it near the base of his member. You drag it over his length, whistling in awe as the number keeps growing and growing. “Shit, you really are huge,” you gasp in amazement, peering closely at the measurement to make sure you aren’t reading it wrong. “Nearly nine inches. Are you insane?”

Jungkook chuckles in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s… nothing?”

You snort, shaking your head at the pure audacity of this boy in front of you. “No need to humblebrag, baby. Unless you want me to degrade you, then stop being coy with me.”

At the word “degrade,” Jungkook’s erection twitches with interest. Of course, you notice. “Oh? You want me to degrade you?”

Jungkook’s face heats up, forever astonished by your brazenness. “N-no! That’s not what I–”

“You want me to call your cock pathetic, huh? Is that what you want?”

Jungkook whines, shifting from foot to foot as he tries to avoid your lustful gaze. “I…”

“Want me to call you names, huh? Took your cock so long to get hard, struggled so much to get it up. What a useless dick that you have…” you trail off, covering your mouth behind your hand to hide your grin.

Jungkook feels like he’s about to fall over. The pressure in between his legs is reaching his breaking point, and Jungkook really doesn’t want to embarrass himself by coming untouched. He has a sinking suspicion you’d enjoy it if he did, however.

Your hand slides back to his crotch, cupping his erection once more. You run your palm along him once, enjoying the way his breath hitches. He’s undeniably close and it fills you with pride knowing that you did this to him. “You’re close.” You say it like a fact.

Jungkook squirms. “Please… Faster… I’m so close, Y/N. Just a lil bit more, please…”

“I love it when you beg,” you laugh, sounding a little mean. “But since you’ve been nice all this time, I’ll let you.”

Your hands speed up, twisting and pulling him in ways that Jungkook isn’t sure are possible. He’s full-on panting like a fucking dog right now, humping shallowly into your hand like he’s lost his mind. He’s so unbelievably close, the heat in his stomach climbing higher and higher until––

“SHIT! Y/N!”

You stop, confused. That shout didn’t sound like Jungkook. You turn to your closed door, ears straining for the sound again. “Yoongi?” you call out. “Did you say something?”

Muffled footsteps come rushing closer. Your doorknob jiggles, but Jungkook had thankfully locked it when he’d come into the room earlier. Yoongi huffs from behind the door, banging loudly on the frame. “Y/N! Help! I fucking dropped the cheesecake!”

“He dropped the cheesecake,” you repeat dully to yourself. You share a look with Jungkook. The banging doesn’t stop.

“Y/N PLEASEEE THE KITCHEN IS A MESS!” Yoongi screams, uncaring of whatever he was interrupting. “YOU OWE ME! I PAID FOR YOUR RENT LAST MONTH SO YOU GOTTA HELP!”

“I hate that bastard,” you sigh, defeated. You let go of Jungkook reluctantly, giving him an apologetic look. Jungkook wants to cry. “I’m… really sorry for leaving you again like this. I…” you hesitate, looking at the door then back to him. “I do kind of owe him, so…”

Jungkook exhales shakily, bending down to the floor to pick his shirt up. He dresses quietly, cheeks burning. Why must you keep torturing him like this? He thinks his balls might explode at this point. “It’s no problem… I’ll just take care of myself at home.”

You peer at him, feeling incredibly guilty. “I have a connecting bathroom. You could use it if you want?”

“That’d be great, thanks.” Jungkook says before hurriedly rushing out of there. He refuses to look at you as he slams the bathroom door shut, breathing slowly through his nostrils in an attempt to calm himself. He waits as he listens for you to leave before his hands scramble back onto his dick, loudly crying out as he tugs himself to completion.

His legs give out from under him as he slides down to the floor, spurts of hot cum flying past his fist. Wave after wave of pleasure tingles down his spine as he slides up and down his cock. After his dick shoots its last droplet of cum, Jungkook slams his head against your bathroom wall. He’s exhausted.

He closes his eyes, thinks about how his life has led him up to this moment. Jizzing in some near stranger’s home while one of his best friends cleans up his fallen cheesecake.

“Jesus fucking Christ I hate it here,” he says. He gets up unsteadily, washing his hands of his mess.

x x x x x

Fully dressed and unsatisfyingly sated, Jungkook exits your bathroom with a flush down his neck. He keeps his eyes averted from you, but not before glaring heatedly at Yoongi as he turns to leave. Yoongi cocks his head to the side, annoyingly unaware of what he had done.

“You okay, dude? You look like a bull ready to pummel me,” Yoongi snickers, bemused by Jungkook’s flared nostrils. “Seriously. You okay?”

You slap Yoongi on the thigh, huffing angrily as you stay squatted on the floor, your other hand busy wiping off the cheesecake from the floor with a paper towel. “Shut up. You’ve done enough shitheadery today.”

Yoongi looks at the mounted clock on your fridge. “It’s only 7PM. My shitheadery doesn’t clock out until 10PM today.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook waves his goodbye. “Well. I guess I’ll see you guys,” he murmurs, inching closer to the door. He walks out in silence, no longer bothering to hide his pouting. He takes the elevator down, ruminating on his existence. When he reaches the ground floor, his phone immediately dings with a notification.

from: y/n l/n ❣️ hey. please don’t hate me. i’m really sorry. raincheck?

Jungkook snorts, stopping in his tracks. It’s always just rainchecks with you. He types up a quick response.

from: jjk it’s not your fault. it’s fine.

from: y/n l/n ❣️ you sure? you got off well by yourself at least, right?

from: jjk yeah. don’t worry about it.

from: y/n l/n ❣️ if you’re down… i could help you through the phone? when you get home? :( i just feel really bad. like, genuinely. yoongi is an asshole.

The offer sounds interesting, but sadly, Jungkook is out of juice for the day. He’s got a lot of stamina for many things, but it turns out he’s out of practice when it comes to his own dick.

from: jjk nah it’s fine. thanks though.

from: y/n l/n ❣️ i hope you’re still down for the contest? doyoung texted me while we were busy a while ago and said that they were free tomorrow after 12?

from: jjk no worries. i’ll be there.

from: y/n l/n ❣️ <3 ty you’re the best!! <3

He groans, slapping himself in the face. God, he is so fucking whipped.

x x x x x

The next day, Jungkook wakes up with a burning headache. He feels hungover even though he didn’t drink at all the night before, and Jungkook wonders if his brain had somehow deflated overnight with how hollow he feels. He grabs his phone from his bed stand, sees a new text from you reminding him of what he’d promised.

You had sent him an address to another apartment complex just a few bus stops away from where he lives and he assumes this must be either Doyoung’s or Taeyong’s place. He shuts his eyes for another few moments, trying his best to remember how to live.

It’s already nearing noon, so he needs to get going if he doesn’t want to be late. He shudders to think what you might do if he ghosts you. Despite how guilty you were yesterday for leaving him mid-nut, he doesn’t think that debt will cover him if he chooses not to show up to the dick-measuring contest.

On the bus, he fidgets in his seat, picking at the rips in his jeans and doing anything to keep his mind busy. He keeps thinking that someone knows what he’s up to, paranoia eating him from the inside out as he darts his eyes left and right, hoping no one can actually read minds. The bus is relatively empty, with only him and an elderly couple sitting near the front. They seem none the wiser, though Jungkook fears what they would think if they knew what he was up to.

He almost wishes he was wearing Seokjin’s thot shorts, as the skimpy excuse of clothing had somehow given him some sort of confidence the day before. Gone is that false sense of (misplaced) bravado; instead, Jungkook is filled with anxiety at the prospect of showing a couple of strangers his dick.

(A fairly human response, but that doesn’t help Jungkook’s current case.)

He arrives at the apartment complex in record time, and he sees you standing by the entrance. You look well-rested, your hands fiddling with your phone. Jungkook has only ever seen you when you were wearing that revealing dress from the club and your pajamas from your home, so he’s kind of shocked to see you look cute in your simple white dress and jean jacket. Not that you didn’t look good those other times, but seeing you look like a normal university student is astonishing, for lack of better word.

You almost look like a regular girl just waiting for her date to pick her up.

“Hey!” You greet him cheerily when you see him approach, waving at him. He waves back, the apples of his cheeks dusted pink from his previous thoughts. She’s not your date, you weirdo. Wait, she’s the weirdo. Get it together man! This shit is fucked up.

“This is their place, I assume?” Jungkook asks, looking at the building. It appears almost identical to your own apartment complex, minus the mini water fountain at the front. Ah, the wonders of living in a concrete jungle.

“Yep,” you nod. You start walking towards the entrance, with Jungkook following closely. “You ready? God, I can’t wait to see Doyoung’s stupid face. He’s gonna be so pissed!”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jungkook mutters, vibrating with nerves.

You both make your way to the apartment, with you humming quietly while he sweats profusely beside you. At least one of you is having fun, he thinks grimly to himself. You reach apartment 322, knocking three times before a boy with neat black hair opens the door.

“Y/N! Good to see you,” the boy says, reaching for a hug. You hug him back enthusiastically, ignoring Jungkook’s bemused stares. If this boy is either Doyoung or Taeyong, aren’t you supposed to… hate both of their guts? Or at least, not be friends? What even is going on?

When you step back, you point at Jungkook offhandedly. “Oh yeah, this is Jungkook. The guy I’m dating.”

Jungkook nearly chokes on his own spit, but luckily the boy doesn’t notice. Right… You guys are supposed to be dating. It’s not real, though. Get a grip! “Hi, I’m Jungkook,” he wheezes, shaking the other guy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you…”

“I’m Doyoung,” he introduces himself, a small smile on his lips. “Nice to meet you too. I’ve heard… a lot about you, so to speak.”

Jungkook squeaks, earning a chuckle from Doyoung. “No need to be embarrassed. I think we’re way past that point now. Sorry for roping you into this, by the way. But when Y/N wants to fight, well… Let’s just say I’m not going to be the first one who backs down.”

“Says the dude who couldn’t even beat me at arm wrestling,” you snort, pushing past Doyoung and walking into his home. Doyoung rolls his eyes, gesturing for Jungkook to come in.

“Props to you for dating her, by the way. I’ve been friends with that demon since elementary school, so I know what she’s like. You must be a guy with strong willpower,” Doyoung says.

“I’m… Sorry for saying this, but I’m kind of confused? I didn’t know you guys were friends,” Jungkook says, examining Doyoung’s apartment. It’s a lot bigger than yours, though he does recall you saying that Doyoung was filthy rich. It’s a lot more modern looking for sure, as Jungkook can see that Doyoung has two industrial-sized refrigerators in his kitchen. What kind of university student needs two industrial-sized refrigerators?

“Yeah, we are. She actually only dated Taeyong because she knew we both liked each other but I was too stubborn to make a move, so she did the only thing she knew how to do: be an asshole,” he explains simply. Jungkook nods, needing no further clarification.

“Jungkook! Come with me,” you pop out from one of the doorways deeper in the apartment, beckoning him closer. You point at Doyoung, “And you. Get Taeyong ready. I’m gonna need a few minutes to get Jungkook in tip-top shape!”

Doyoung chuckles, shoving Jungkook towards you. “Well, that’s my cue. I’ll introduce you to Taeyong later, I guess. He’s in my bedroom, so we’ll come out in about 20 minutes? That should be enough time, right?”

Yeah. Right. Jungkook walks numbly towards you, arms rigged by his sides as you pull him into Doyoung’s spare bathroom. You lock the door close, whirling around to face him with your hands on your hips. You’ve rolled your sleeves up, appearing like a demented surgeon preparing to dissect him. “Well! Strip!”

Jungkook is clumsy when he unbuttons his jeans, his entire body feeling like it’s being weighed down by pounds of lead. He shucks them off, leaving him in his boxers (thankfully, with no holes in them. He made sure to double-check before he left this morning.) You appraise him silently, thinking of what to do next.

Before Jungkook can say anything, your hands are already on his chest, pointer fingers placed near his nipples. His piercings are visible through his thin shirt, much to your appreciation. You circle them lazily, much like how you did yesterday.

Jungkook can’t relax long enough to enjoy it, however. His shoulders are tense, fists clenched behind his back. He’s trying to stop thinking about what’s going to happen, trying to enjoy your touch. He grits his teeth, swallowing thickly.

“I… I can’t do this, Y/N.” he mumbles. “I don’t think I can get hard. I’m too nervous.”

You pause in your movements. “You’re nervous?” you purr, voice lowering. Jungkook stops fidgeting to stare at you, sensing the shift in your demeanor. “How can I alleviate that, hmm?”

“What?”

You pinch his nipples, hard. He gasps, whimpering right after from the jolt of pain. “I think I know how to calm you down,” you murmur, staring him down like he’s nothing more than a delicious snack.

“You want me to hurt you, huh? Is that it? Answer me, slut.” You say those words, but there’s a small bit of hesitation in your expression, like you’re worried if he truly likes it. When he nods enthusiastically, urging you to go on, you smile softly at him. His heart hammers in his chest, a small case of butterflies beginning to erupt there. You look kinda cute, even if you have his nipples in a twist.

“If it’s too much, just say ‘dumbo’ and I’ll stop, okay?” Jungkook nods once more, eager to get going.

You smirk, letting go of his nipples and gripping his hips instead. Your thumbs stay innocently above his boxers. “Do you like it when I call you names too, huh? You like being pinched and prodded?”

Jungkook whines, already turning needy. The anxiety from a while ago slowly drains away, leaving only lust to cloud his mind. “N-no, I just…”

“No?” You laugh, your thumbs catching on the garter of his boxers and pulling them down until the tip of his cock peeks out, already in the midst of getting hard. “Then what’s this?”

“Nggh…” Jungkook can’t say anything, can only stare helplessly at you.

“Pathetic. You have a nine-inch cock but it’s good for nothing except earning me a bit of money. Shame, isn’t it? Would be nice if you knew how to use it, then maybe I’d let you fuck me,” you say, edging closer to him until your lips find his exposed collarbones. You suck harshly, giddy when color immediately blooms at the spot. You thread your fingers into his dark, fluffy hair – and tug.

It’s too much all at once – Jungkook isn’t ready for any of it at all. He’s panting, whining, drooling a little. He shimmies his hips a little, his boxers sliding down his thighs and onto the marble floor. His cock springs free, already dripping pre-cum but still only half-hard.

“Ah, there it is. Your big useless cock. My, my… Already dirtying Doyoungie’s floor with your slick, huh? You gonna make the floor wet, baby?”

Jungkook garbles something; did he say something? Who knows. All he knows right now is that 1) you’re making him lose his marbles and 2) he’s embarrassingly close. He’s never gotten this hard so fast in his entire life, and he might be suffering from blood loss or something. His head feels light, like he’s floating. His entire body is thrumming, senses filled with nothing but you.

You gently lead him closer to the bathtub where you sit, still paying no attention to his weeping arousal. Your mouth is dangerously close to it though, but you make no move to hold him in your mouth. Instead, you hike your skirt up until it reaches your waist, revealing your white panties. Jungkook zeroes in on the darkening patch, a shuddering breath leaving his lungs. He’s screwed.

“Show me how you pleasured yourself yesterday, when you were in my bathroom,” you say, caressing the front of your panties. You grind against your palm, eyelashes fluttering as your jaw drops into an ‘o’. You exhale through your nose, laughing breathily. “If you do well, then maybe I’ll show you what I did when you left, hmm?”

Jungkook has never moved faster in his life than he did then. He takes his erection into his hands, sighing with relief when he begins to pump. He moves slower than he usually would, unwilling to finish so soon after getting this far. He’s already wound up from your teasing (and if you count the past few days, then let’s say he’s been edged long enough.)

You study him with sharp eyes, focusing on the movement of his hands. “That’s it. It must be easy jerking off with how wet you are, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook speeds up, flicking his wrist and focusing on the sensitive tip of his cock. His attention is pulled when he sees you shift from the corner of his eye. His grip stutters when you push your panties to the side, giving him a full view of your glistening core. He licks his lips, aching to put his mouth there but only if you’d allow him.

“Why’d you stop?” You stretch your leg out, using your foot to urge his wrist to keep moving. “Come on. I want to see you.”

You circle your clit leisurely before dipping your fingers into your pussy two fingers at a time, wet enough for the slide to be smooth. Jungkook quickens his pace, wanting to match your speed. He watches, mesmerized, at the sight of your fingers pushing in and out.

The obscene sounds coming from the both of you is loud enough to mask Jungkook’s desperate mewls. He’s going faster now, wanting nothing more than to cum all over you and your pussy. You’d look good in his cum, the pearly droplets would look good in contrast with your perfect skin.

Your thighs are shaking, your own breathing shallow as you quickly approach your end. You’re moaning in tandem with him, your arousal coating your fingers generously as it begins to run down the back of your hand. You’re scissoring yourself, but it’s barely enough when you compare it to Jungkook’s cock. No, nothing would be enough to prepare you to take him. He’d ruin you, and the thought of him breaking you is enough to help you tip over the edge.

“Fuuuuuuck,” you moan, eyes screwing shut as you are wrought with the strongest orgasm of your life. More wetness drips out of you as you rub frantically at your clit, riding your high. You look at Jungkook through your eyelashes, lips parted. “Fuck,” you repeat.

Jungkook can’t hold back anymore. He knows he shouldn’t cum but the pleasure is skyrocketing at an unparalleled speed. His balls tighten, the heat in his abdomen building until he can’t hold back even if he tried. He shudders once, twice, before jets of his cum spills from over his fist, some of the droplets making their way onto your thighs. He moans at the sight, doesn’t try to change his trajectory as his mind is completely hazed with lust. “Shit, I’m–” Jungkook grinds one last time into his hand, before promptly slumping down onto the floor.

“Jesus, that was a lot of cum,” he hears you say, but he can’t bring himself to look at you. He’s ashamed, having cummed without your permission. He can feel his dick softening underneath him, and he dimly remembers that hadn’t been the plan at all. He was supposed to get hard, have his dick measured, and then finish if he was allowed. And now, he ruined everything because he couldn’t hold himself back.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he mutters quietly, hiding behind his cum-stained hands. He cringes when the mess enters his eyes, wiping his palm somewhere on his leg. “Fuck. I messed everything up. You were just… It was too much… You…”

“Should’ve used your safety word, Jungkook.”

“It wasn’t because it was bad,” Jungkook’s cheeks flush, “It was… too good.”

You kneel beside him, cradling his chin and forcing him to look at you. He had been afraid to see disappointment in your eyes, so he’s absolutely surprised to see you look… amused. You’re even giggling a little.

“Sorry. I went a bit overboard. Even I get horny sometimes,” you shrug, wiping a bit of cum away from his forehead. Your own fingers are slick with your own cum, so really, you were just making a bigger mess of his face. Jungkook can’t say he’s opposed to a little mess. “You just looked so good that I couldn’t help myself.”

“You… enjoyed yourself, too? I’m not insane for thinking there’s something between us?”

“Honestly, you’re at least a little bit insane,” you laugh at his dumbfounded expression. “What? I’m cuckoo, and you know it. The fact that you got turned on by me even after all I’d done to you… Really puts you into perspective, huh?”

Jungkook grumbles, but he’s no longer frowning. “I guess. My friends tell me I have a type, and I guess you fit the bill.”

You laugh wholeheartedly at that, and it brings a smile to Jungkook’s face. He likes it when you laugh, he decides. “Same here. I guess you’re my type, too.”

You peer down at his flaccid dick. “Too bad about your meat flute, though. Unless you can get it back up in the next 2 minutes, then I don’t think you’re getting that three grand.”

“Please don’t call my dick that,” Jungkook says before shrugging his shoulders. “And it’s no worries. I had the biggest nut of my life and that’s good enough to me. Plus, you said you’d give me one thousand dollars if I agreed to help you out, so you better not back out on that.”

You snigger, patting him gently on the shoulder. “Yeah, whatever. But not before we get out of here and you fuck my brains out, got it? You need to work for it, baby.”

Is it bad that his cock was already beginning to stir once more? Unprecedented, as it usually took Jungkook ages to get back up. Maybe you really were the one for him.

“Deal. Let’s get out of here?”

When the two of you finish getting cleaned up and leave the bathroom with no evidence that you had even been there, Doyoung doesn’t even bat an eye as you walk past him, eager to get out of the door. Taeyong is lounging on the couch with his dick… mysteriously still in his pants, as if he had no intention of taking them off in the first place.

“Sorry, we need to leave. There’s an emergency we have to attend to. See you, Doyoungie!” You tug Jungkook along, who waves his own hasty goodbye.

The door clicks shut, leaving the couple alone once more. Taeyong grins up at Doyoung, “You really are amazing, Doyoung. How’d you know she’d end up with him?”

Doyoung flicks open his phone, showing Taeyong his text messages with none other than Kim Seokjin himself. “All according to keikaku, my love. Kim Seokjin always wins.”

[eleanor-bradstreet]

What’s you’re favorite Bridgerton book? I currently started to read Bridgerton and I’m on Anthony’s book and omggg the tension book kate and Anthony has makes me squeal the office scene was sooo omg but dude I wish they included the part where newton gets Anthony all wet and stuff because thatvwas pretty funny

Hello Nonny!

What a great question! Full disclosure: I have only read 4.25 of the books 😜 I’ve read Anthony, Benedict, Colin and Eloise’s stories and have just started on Francesca. Plan is to read the rest and then circle back to Daphne at the end.

While each of the books have some great highlights (and a notable number of Bridgerton boys getting wet 😜) IMO the writing quality gets better as they go. I have only started Francesca’s (When He Was Wicked) and love the style and characters the most out of what I have read so far.

But my favorite book that I have actually finished has to be To Sir Phillip With Love - Eloise’s story. To me, Phillip felt like the most well-developed male main character thus far. He has a lot of trauma to overcome and personal growth to complete before he and Eloise can find their happy ending and it felt like a balanced story where we saw through the eyes of both sides of the couple. I was rooting for the romance that much harder because I could see how much it would help both of them. Bridgerton brothers A, B and C didn’t have much depth as written IMO (the show has fixed this, thank goodness!) and just sort of went out there and took the woman they wanted. But Phillip and Eloise find each other mutually. At least that’s how it felt to me. I love Philoise’s story so much that it’s a key part of my latest fic Willow Bark that I am wrapping up now - a spin on their book story, but you don’t have to know their book to read it.

Maybe it’s surprising that An Offer From a Gentleman (Benedict) isn’t my favorite. In fact, it’s my least favorite 😅 I found book!Ben to be incredibly toxic. That’s what started my fic writing actually! I started writing a ‘fix it’ version of his book which I may post snippets of someday. I’m so glad the show has adjusted Benedict to be the beautiful bohemian kind soul we can’t help but love 💙

Thank you for the ask and happy reading! I should get back to it too. I have a sneaking suspicion I am going to fall madly in love with Michael Stirling…

[jujujitsu]

Hi bby blessed Samhain ilysm 🥺

Could I pls have Marco 🥺

I think my favorite horror movie might be The Ritual on Netflix

NSFW pls 😏

Hmmm I think I wanna go with bondage, vague enough to allow you creative freedom 😁

Fuck it, dark twist 👀

Tysm for this mwah 😚

Wicked Illusion

Word Count: 4682

WARNING: MINORS DNI, bondage, cream pie, dark themes, gore, monster fucking, breeding, impregnation.

“Fuck it why not?”

That’s what you said when you broke down and downloaded one of the many stupid dating apps available. You randomly picked one, created your profile and began looking through all available selections for you to choose from. It was Halloween and this was your way of going trick or treating. Except the treat was dick and not candy. Or maybe candy was part of the plan? Depends on what they were into. Fuck it, yeah, you’d eat a trail of Sour Patch kids off some guys chiseled body all the way to their throbbing, fat cock.

Now, what you did not want, was a trick. You were avoiding that at all costs and some of these boys looked like they would be the sort of tricksters to ruin your wild and free time.

“Porco Galliard? Nah, looks like a fuck boy.”

“Levi Ackerman, oof, maybe if you had some money honey. Damn you are way too old.”

“Marco…Bodt?”

You tilted your head to the side and found yourself lingering on his image. He was such a sweet looking, dark-haired boy with the cutest freckles peppered across his nose and apple-like cheeks. He had the brightest, kindest eyes. He looked like one of those upper-class boys who regularly attended church while volunteering at the local food bank or something agonizingly do-goody for the sake of his college resume. He was the kinda dude who went from the Boy Scouts to the Eagle Scouts and made it his personal mission to help little old ladies cross the street. He was the only guy you’d trust to take your little sister home after a high school party because you knew he wouldn’t touch her.

And goddamn did you want to ruin him. You wanted to have him begging at your feet to let him fuck you. You wanted him to weep because of how good your sinful cunt felt on his untouched virgin dick. There was no way in hell he was anything but a virgin. Not with that innocent expression on his little naïve face.

You doubted he would respond to you tonight. He was probably taking his younger siblings trick or treating like the good boy he was. You’d send him a quick DM and just wait for tomorrow because you didn’t imagine someone like him stayed up past 11pm.

The moment you went to lay your phone to the side, the icon stating you had a response lit up. “Well fuck, that was quick.”

Hey Lue! I’m sure you saw, but I’m Marco. Thanks for reaching out to me. I was beginning to think I wouldn’t find anyone on this app and honestly considered deleting it after tonight. But here you are! You really are pretty, and I love how enthusiastic you are about Halloween. I was heading out to get a coffee in a minute and I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to join me? It’s the last day for some of the fall flavors at one of my favorite places. I’ll even buy you a pastry. We can sit and chat at the shop because I’d much rather speak with you in person.

Happy Halloween!

Marco.

“Shit, coffee and a pastry? And a potential date on Halloween? AND he’s cute? Sign me the fuck up.”

You sent your reply and stated you would love to meet. He gave you the address to the shop which you Googled immediately to make sure was legitimately a place. You found the number associated with it and even called because you couldn’t be too careful. You just quickly asked for their store hours and thanked them before hanging up and dedicating the rest of your time getting ready.

You considered his comment on your profile picture, which was in your opinion a neutral version of you considering how you normally dressed. You decided to blend a little of your personal aesthetic with a cutesy Fall flare. A low-cut top to show off a bit of cleavage to make Mr. Upstanding Citizen sweat coupled with a rather risky skirt despite the chill in the air. Fishnet stockings and boots were an absolute must and damn, did your legs look so ravishingly fine.

“This’ll make him pitch one hell of a tent, for sure.”

Oh, how you couldn’t wait to see him blush and stutter! And you really couldn’t wait to see him become a stammering mess when you felt him up for the first time. Of course, there was no guarantee this would all happen. He could be a real drag and your energy just didn’t vibe. If that was the case, oh well, better luck next time.

You were out the door quick, and the walk to the car made you realize you should have worn jeans or something a little warmer, but fuck it. Halloween only came once a year and you weren’t the only woman out here freezing their cunt off because they chose to dress a little…suggestive. And freeze it off you did because you decided to opt out of underwear for the thrill of it too.

You got in your car and clicked your tongue. If things went well tonight, it wouldn’t matter about the jeans or your lack of underwear. You’d get warm when you sat on Marco Bodt’s face and drowned him in the plush creaminess of your thighs. But for now, you’d just have to settle for your heated seats.

Getting to the coffee shop took no time and you saw him waiting for you outside with his hands in his pockets. He was looking around expectantly with the most innocent, hope filled expression etched across his freckled face. He wasn’t nervous whatsoever and just like you imagined, he performed his gentleman behaviors flawlessly. He opened the door for people. Nodded his head and smiled cordially to everyone who met his gaze. He joked and conversated so seamlessly, like everything about him was just…natural and too good for this fucked up world.

His eyes were bright and inviting in real life just as they were in his picture, but the moment he saw you, he came alive with heart melting awe and happiness the likes of which you’ve never experienced from another human being. “Lue, hello!”

He crossed the rest of the way to greet you, making sure to walk with you to the safety of the sidewalk before turning and smiling so stupidly. “I’m so glad you came. I really thought maybe…you might decide not to because it was so sudden.”

It was adorable how he rubbed the back of his neck and blushed so shyly. He was suddenly so bashful and meek despite the confidence he clearly could display. You were drawn in instantly. Everything about him. His physical appearance. His warm, safe energy. His slight bashfulness. His need to put you first when it came to holding the door open and allowing you to order first. He assured you that he’d get you whatever you wanted.

Lucky for him, you weren’t the type to take advantage of his kindness. You weren’t the type to use someone…well, from a financial standpoint at least. You’d use him for a lay and if it was good, you damn well would keep coming back. Who knows, maybe next time you’d be the one paying for him.

He was Prince Charming. Truly, this man was a Disney Prince living in the flesh. He leaned in when you spoke about yourself and your life. He kept that wide-eyed wonder and hung on every single word you said. He didn’t say much about himself, even when you questioned. He just wanted to know about you. You and your life and your emotional baggage and your hobbies. You and your heart aches and the bullshit you’ve gone through. It wasn’t typical, the things you let spill from your lips. It wasn’t what you would normally do on a first date, but you couldn’t help yourself because everything about this man felt…right. He was safe. He was comforting. He was nonjudgmental. He was understanding and empathetic and you wondered, why the fuck is a guy like this single?

Before you knew it, you were leaving the coffee shop, jittery with caffeine and sugar. Before you knew it you were in his car, gazing at each other with heated desire. Your hand was moving up his thigh and his breath quickened right along with yours as the mirrors and windows fogged from your heated exchange. And, before you knew it, you were feeling up his member which, to your surprise, was girthier than you imagined. His length was a little over average, but it was his fucking plump balls that really caught your attention.

“I…I don’t think I’m ready for this,” he stammered out.

You retracted your touch and sat back in your seat. “Was it too fast?”

“No. I just…want to spend a little more time getting to know you before we do, and I wanted to talk a little more before we got into this.”

You felt relief. He wasn’t getting cold feet in the literal sense. He just wanted to build more of a connection. Maybe he wanted to get to know your preferences. You smiled and placed your hand over his. “Thank you for telling me. I don’t mind at all.”

“Would you…come to my place and watch a spooky movie with me? I honestly have a love-hate relationship with scary movies because we live so far out, in the middle of the woods practically. I love to watch them, it’s just…my mind really likes to play with me.”

“Of course,” you say.

“Okay, yay! I was left to watch the house because of my schedule. My family is gone away for a bit. I was getting lonely.”

“Were you getting creeped out being by yourself?” you giggled.

“Honestly, yeah, so this works out for me way more than you think,” Marco blushed. “Ill send you the address incase you get lost but, just follow me, okay?”

The moment you got in your car, you sighed. Despite the fact you wanted to honor his wishes and despite him giving you some relief, it still stung to be denied so quickly. However, you fought the negativity down and drove behind him to his home.

When you got out of the city, you felt nervous. Lights became scarce and then disappeared entirely. Guard rails were mangled, curled, and torn. Some were missing altogether, and the road repair crew never bothered to replace them. The road itself became bumpy and terrible. Potholes and missing chunks were too common for your liking. The woods became dense, and the branches met each other over head eclipsing your view of the sky entirely.

Your stomached churned with anxiety and your mind screamed that it was best to turn back, but you remembered Marco saying it scared him to be alone out here too. The moment the road ended, and it became just a dirt path, you called him, and he answered immediately. “Are you okay Lue?”

His concern for you put you at ease. “Yeah…I …just didn’t realize you meant it was this far out. Do you even have electricity where we are going?”

“Of course,” Marco said with a laugh. “Honestly, it just looks intimidating at night and the fact that it is Halloween kinda messes with your mind. We’re almost there. Look, we just passed the mailbox. We gotta turn and go up a hill then we’ll be there.”

“Alright. I feel better now.”

Your turned when he did. The hill he mentioned felt more like a mountain. You were coaxing your little car up it, praising it because you swore it was having the hardest time going up the damn thing because the road was somewhat washed out. Finally, you were to the top and honestly, it was beautiful here. The whole place was leveled out and the house Marco lived in was so huge and cozy. There was a gazebo off to the right in a beautiful garden. You could see a man-made pond off to the left. When you pulled up and got out, you were in awe at the majesty of it all.

“Marco, what does your family do for you all to afford this kinda of place out in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’m adopted actually,” Marco admitted. “But the people who took me in are well off. Grisha Yeager is a doctor and Karla caters for celebrities and government officials. They have one son between them and myself, Armin, and Mikasa were adopted.”

“And, none of them are home?”

“Not right now, no,” Marco answered. “Come on, it’s chilly out here and I don’t want you to get cold.”

He slid his arm around your waist and walked you up a small set of stairs. This house had a wraparound porch, and it was just so massive. But with as many siblings as Marco had, you understood why they lived in such a huge house.

He opened the door for you and took your coat. He offered to get you a drink before the two of you settled into the movie theatre style living room with surround sound and ALL the latest tech.

“I have a movie in mind but, it’s kinda scary from what I’ve been told.”

“Well, it is Halloween so, I am down for it,” you say, and he just smiles as he scrolls to the one, he had favorited. It was the only one he had favorited, really.

“The Ritual? Really? I love this one!”

Marco blinked in surprise. “Oh? You’ve seen it? Should I…pick another?”

“No! If you haven’t seen it, please! Let’s watch it.”

Despite the movie. Despite how good and interesting it was, you found your way beneath Marco about halfway through. He started it. He’s the one who kept glancing over at your breasts. You were cuddled up next to him, and your tits were pushed together. The fucking top you wore wasn’t helping the situation because it slipped further down until your breasts were spilling out. He was clearly distracted, and you saw him get hard, yet you said nothing. He’d have to make the first move now.

In your mind, it was going to be a little like your first time with a boy in high school. He was going to be nervous or timid, but that’s not at all what happened. He called your name, and you turned your head to see an entirely different expression plastered across his face and that’s when he pounced. He laid on top of you palming and pinching what he could get his greedy hands on while he kissed up the column of your neck to the corner of your mouth.

He paused before taking your lips, looking down at them in lustful wonder while he stroked your precious flushed cheek. He was sloppy. He was groaning. He was grinding into you while nipping and bruising your lips. His tongue dominated yours and this angelic, sweet boy was suddenly so lewd and demanding complete control. He didn’t speak when he worked. His eyes were always open to see everything that occurred between the two of you, except when you kissed. Even he couldn’t keep them open while he indulged in the taste of you.

Eventually, he slid his hand beneath your skirt and paused the moment he realized you weren’t wearing underwear. You were grinning when he met your gaze, and he gave you this blended expression of a smirk and a bashful blush. “You were anticipating this?”

“I can be a little promiscuous sometimes,” you answered.

“I like it,” Marco cooed as he continued moving his hand up, coaxing you to open your thighs more for him. “I like it a lot.”

He became silent as he traced the outline of your pussy with his soft fingers. You could tell he never experienced any sort of hard labor in his life. He didn’t have a single callus or snagged nail whatsoever. “You’re already so wet.”

“Have you done this before?”

“A few times,” Marco admitted. “Is that a problem?”

“I just…I just thought you were inexperienced, is all,” you confess.

“Not at all. But I won’t lie. Foreplay is important to me and the idea of restraining you while I have my way with you is so enticing.”

“You’re into that? Really? You don’t look like you’d be the type”

“And what is someone who is into BDSM supposed to look like?”

All you could do was sigh and roll your eyes because you didn’t have a real response. He was right. There wasn’t a defined image for any of that. Even a sweet, lawfully good person like Marco Bodt could have an array of tastes in the bedroom. But you never imagined for a moment that you’d end up the way you did for him.

Here you were, bare ass naked on display for him in an armless chair that was braced against his bed with your ass hanging off the seat. Here you were, with your chest pressed into the back of it while a blindfold was carefully placed to cover your eyes. And here you were, with your ankles tied to the legs of his chair while your hands were bound behind your back, all with navy blue silk ties. He was gentle and concerned every step of the way. He stroked your hair and praised you after every intricate knot he tied. It was soft, yet the authority resonating from his energy made you so goddamn wet.

The part you loved most, was how he detailed everything he planned to do before hand and how he got your consent multiple times before finally moving forward. When he tied you up, it was firm but so careful. “Tell me if you want to stop at any point. Red Light is the safe word. If you get uncomfortable…if you feel anxious…anything at all, love. I will not be disappointed.”

You heard him breathe as he stepped back and admired his work. “God, you’re so pretty like this. What a beautiful ass. I wish I could keep you like this for a while, but we have to hurry this along. We’re running out of time.”

“Marco…what do you mean? Is your family coming back tonight?”

He hummed and you heard him undo his pants. The clink of his belt as he slid his pants down. He didn’t answer your question. You assumed that’s all it was. Suddenly the idea of being caught made you so much more aroused. You imagined his family had a specific image of their precious, good boy. And here he was the exact opposite of all of that.

“No, they’re already here,” he replied.

You didn’t have a chance to respond. He settled on his knees and you felt him grasp your hips, though his touch suddenly felt different. They weren’t the soft hands and fingers that danced across your folds in the living room. Perhaps it was some toy or costume he was using now. You weren’t sure. All you knew was it felt like your skin was snagging and sliding across tree bark.

He positioned you better to have access to your cunt. And suddenly, you felt his impressive length throbbing at your entrance. His tip was insanely hot and from what you could feel, it was wide. You squirmed because honestly, you thought he might be too big.

“Shh, shh be a good girl for me while I breed you,” he rasped. Your hairs stood up on the back of you neck. His voice sounded different. It was earthy and almost otherworldly. How the fuck could he change his voice like that?

“W-Wait…Marco,” you whined.

He prodded your entrance in silence. You were suddenly fearful, but the act felt so good. He was teasing you, collecting your wetness because he understood he was simply too big. This cute, vanilla looking boy scout just said he was going to breed you.

He pushed his hips forward with a low groan and you felt yourself widened and stretch to a degree you never thought possible. It stung when flesh tore and tears fell from your eyes as he split you wide open, staining the satin blindfold.

“Such a tight fit!” he huffed, sinking deeper within you. You bit into your bottom lip, drawing blood and finally you couldn’t hold back the scream from the sheer amount of pain you felt.

You felt something warm drip down your back the moment he was sheathed inside of you. Was he drooling? Was your cunt so good that he was literally drooling over the feeling of being inside you? You shook beneath him when each drop landed on your back. At least he was giving you the courtesy of getting acclimated to his massive fucking dong.

“I won’t last ,” he said as he brought his face next to your ear. “But it really doesn’t matter so long as it’s all done in the necessary time.”

“Marco, what are you talking about?” you whimpered out. “Are you acting out some sort of fantasy I don’t- Ahh! Ahhh! Oh!”

His grip tightened and he pumped his hips. You couldn’t concentrate on forming a sentence. Everything that fell out of your mouth was a sigh of pleasure of some babbled nonsense because he was rocking your world. He raised up from being hunched over you and the drop of whatever warm liquid that was splattering across your back resumed. You were lost in the feeling of him fucking you so smoothly. He wasn’t a rough lover by any means and honestly, you were glad. If he rutted into you or fucked you roughly, it would have been nothing but screams echoing through his room. And, if his family had come home during the time he tied you up, you did not want them to hear.

You were panting and moaning with each powerful thrust. You were so caught up in the sensation of him and the rasping groans that belted from his chest that you didn’t feel the temperature change in the room. How could you when there was so much heat between the two of you?

But what you simply could not ignore was the sudden feeling of eyes upon your naked being. That caused your hair to raise and the anxiety that followed caused your chest to tighten. You were having trouble breathing anyway because every long thrust of his dick took your breath away.

You swore you heard some sort of chanting. You swore a lot of people were looking at you and Marco fucking in the middle of the room. But how? His room wasn’t big enough to hold the amount of people that you felt were staring at the two of you.

And there was that fucking feeling of whatever hot liquid was dripping down your back. It was increasing in consistency and Marco was picking up the pace. Your mind was suddenly blank, and the chanting grew louder. Then this horrible smell suddenly wafted into your nostrils.

It was like rotting flesh… and it became so overwhelming. You thought you were going to puke. Did he not smell this? He was thrusting into you completely unfazed by whatever you were experiencing. The chanting grew louder, and it sounded as if it we all right next to your ear. It was in a language you didn’t recognize. The rancid odor caused you to dry heave, but still Marco fucked into you.

What was the safe word? What was the word he said?

Marco leaned back over your being, and you swear you felt wet fur or something against your bare back. “Red Light,” he whispered.

You went to scream because you never voiced those questions out loud. It was all in your head and right as you went to panic, his hand covered your mouth, tearing at your lips and flesh as if you kissed a thorny rose bush. Your screams were muffled. Your cries were drowned out by his staggering, animalistic breath, and the unending chanting echoing all around you.

His words invaded your mind, “I’m going to breed you. You're going to bare my child, that is why you're here."

Please don’t! Whatever you are! I don’t want this!

“You’ve been chosen,” came the voice of someone near you. Someone who you didn’t know. “It’ll be all over soon.”

His hips stilled and you felt him cum deep inside of you. It felt like hot, searing flames as it engulfed your womb. Rope after rope of this creature’s cum painted your walls and suddenly the price of your sinful indulgence became clear. Your blindfold was removed by someone's hands and your eyes adjusted to the low light only for you to freeze in absolute horror.

You were no longer in a beautiful home surrounded by comfort items and loving pictures of Marco and his family. You were in some ancient cathedral with the roof missing so that the gods above could watch you be defiled by one of their own. You were bound to a chair in the middle of a circle with markings you did not recognize. Surrounding you were people with their heads bow and faces hidden away beneath drawn hoods from their brown cloaks. You felt so dizzy and the creature that used you finally pulled away.

That damn dripping started again, and you looked up to see what the hell it could be. You wanted to scream, but your voice was stolen from you much like everything else. But your situation could’ve been worse. You could’ve been the poor blond bastard strung up overhead between the four columns where all of this shit took place. You could’ve had your lungs pulled from your being through slits in your back to display a blood spread eagle while watching some poor girl get ravaged by the beast responsible for all of this.

He was alive, but his golden eyes were dimming. His lungs inflated and deflated slowly. Whoever he was, you felt he didn’t deserve this and neither did you. You realized the liquid falling was his blood. It cascaded down his front only to collect and fall onto your back. You were fucked and impregnated in the blood of a dying man.

A bell sounded off from one of the towers and the chanting stopped. Marco, or rather the creature pulled from you and with him went your spirit. As his cum splattered to the floor, so to did the remains of your sanity.

You could see its silhouette from flickering flames of melting candles. He wasn’t the sweet boy that enticed you here. He was gigantic, hunched and tall with long arms and spindly clawed fingers. His ribs were bare and splayed while antlers like a deer branched from his long face.

This devil. This beast. Had its way with you and you felt so disgusting despite its followers looking upon you like you were some sort of goddess.

You closed your eyes as his heavy footfalls made it clear he was coming into your line of sight. You felt his hand reach to you, and you cried and tried to recoil. And what touched you was the familiar warmth of Marco’s smooth fingers.

Your eyes snapped back open, and you gazed up at the gentle, concerned boy. “Lue, are you alright?”

Your eyes searched the room frantically and suddenly you felt as though your lungs were screaming. Like you were holding your breath for far too long. You were back in his house. The warm, inviting place, but your body was not convinced.

“Lue!? Breathe, please,” he cried.

You burst into tears after taking your first breath. He scrambled to untie you. He was quick to comfort and bring you to the softness of his bed. You buried your face into his chest as he stroked your head. Everything was fine and Marco wasn't some grotesque creature from the depths of an ancient hell.

“Lue, darling you passed out. I’ve never had that happen before. You didn’t say the safe word, but I knew something was wrong.”

“I just…had this horrible dream or vision…or…or something!”

“Let me get you some water or ginger ale,” Marco suggested. “You don’t need to drive. Stay here for the night, okay? I’ll get you home in the morning.”

“Okay…it’s late…you’re probably right,” you sigh. “When is your family coming back?”

“Sometime next week, why?” Marco questioned as he rested his hand on the door frame.

You flopped back into the mattress and sighed. “No reason.”

“I’ll be right back,” Marco promised. “Just rest.”

You wanted to laugh. You wanted to vocally tell yourself that you were a dramatic idiot. Being deprived of your senses must have just caused all of this, including the weird day dream. Though, as you stared up to the ceiling, something wet dropped on your cheek. You paled instantly because there was no reason for anything to be leaking above you.

Your heart raced as you brought your finger up to wipe whatever it was off. With a trembling lip you looked it over. It was blood. There was no denying it but the moment the realization hit you, your entire world went black.

[descendantofthesparrow]

BERXTIGHTROPE ONESHOT - Worlds collide

(y/n) in this is named Rose, just for sake of simplicity 

warning; graphic description and depiction of fighting and death. 

=

Lia flew high above the kingdom, looking for something, anything that might help her figure out a way to free all the prisoners from Mal’s iron grip. She sighed, dipping below the sparse clouds, the moonlight shining at her back.

Ben…it had almost seemed like the spell had begun to break, as if just the mere presence of her was freeing Ben from Mal's grip.

If only she had been able to get a singular hand on him, maybe fly away with him in her arms. Lia sighed, casting alert but slightly bored eyes across the ground, dying forests and fields zooming below her.

She stopped as a bright flash came from a good 100 feet away in the forest below her, it had been bright blue and she swore she heard someone fall and curse as it disappeared. Lia carefully looked around, searching for any of Mal's guards but there were none to be found or heard. She curled her wings in and dived out of the sky, narrowing her eyes slightly as the ground came at her quickly.

Just before she hit the treetops she flared her wings out, the trees fanning out with the strong gust of wind that burst from her wings. Lia glided down to the forest floor, holding her breath as she spotted a dark form leaning against a tree a good 20 feet away from her. She tucked her wings in to hide the slight glow permeating from them and ducked behind a tree, peeking at the dark form that was seemingly trying to catch their breath.

“fuck” they muttered, standing straight and looking around “enchanted forest, okay then” the shadow seemed to know their way around then? They stepped out into the moonlight, the beams illuminating them so Lia now had a clear look at them.

They almost seemed like they were a part of Captain Hook’s crew, but….it felt like they were a part of the resistance if anything-if just from their vibes. They wore a long-tailed scarlet jacket that stopped at their calves, the main torso part resting off their shoulders held up by dark purple shoulder armor and a gold chain, a white billowing button-up that was cinched at their waist by a red scarf, black pants that were armored by the same purple armor at the knees, calf-high combat boots, their arms and hands were armored too…and….and was that Uma’s necklace? Why did they have Uma’s necklace?

“YOU THERE, STOP; ON THE ORDERS OF OUR WICKED RULERS, MALEFICENT AND MAL” Lia pulled herself even further behind the thick tree, watching with wide eyes as Mal's guards came into view, surrounding the scarlet-clad woman (as Lia had just realized from their slightly revealed chest and feminine features, though they could be a dude, no judgment there) and pointing their weapons at her “you are to come with us, now!”

The woman muttered to herself, rubbing her face. One of the guards grit his teeth and stepped closer, poking her armored shoulder with his spear “Speak up!”

“first off, how the fuck did you know I was right here? Yall have some sort of tracking system?” the woman said again, loudly and snarky, turning to the guard with a snarl on her scarred lips. “and second off; Maleficent AND Mal? Girl never got over her mommy issues here I see” the guards looked off-put at her words, and Lia tilted her head in slight confusion. She talked about Mal as if she had been familiar with her, or…at least a version of her?  “third” Lia’s eyes widened as the shell necklace on the woman's chest glowed, and she held out her hand; a trident appearing in a bright flash of golden light. “you really think im going to…what is the phrase…come quietly?” the guards, for once, looked scared, and Lia was impressed.

The woman chuckled, brushing her hair back, revealing her heavily scarred face. “not likely….now,” she slammed the end of the trident to the ground, lighting cracking from the suddenly dark sky that rumbled with thunder “who’s first?”

It was silent for a good moment before all the guards yelled a battle cry, all rushing her at the same time. The woman chuckled once again and flipped the trident in her hands. She blocked the first spear with the prongs, tossing it back and then using the butt of the trident to knock the guard out, his helmet flying off and landing a few feet away from Lia’s feet.

The second spearman was thrown back with a kick, lightning dispersing from the prongs of the woman’s trident and coursing through the guard's armor, rendering him unconscious with wicked burns.

Lia watched in near awe as this woman beat back the guards, her skills were all too impressive.  She dodged to the side as a sword sliced down where she just was, and kicked at the guard's knees then slammed the prongs into his head, his helmet ringing out and the guard slumped to the ground.

“Hades, and here I thought at least one of you would be sort of competent” the woman muttered, spinning the trident once again, lazily this time, staring bored at the last three guards. The head guard bared his teeth and attempted to rush the woman with his sword, his scream cut short by the woman ducking down and sweeping at his feet, then standing and slamming the side of the trident prongs against his head, a loud crack resounding in the area. The guard fell, blood pouring from his head.

The last two guards stood in fear, eyes wide as they looked down at their captain. “uh, you know what?” the bulkier guard of the last two dropped his halberd and backed away slowly “not worth it” his fellow guard nodded, dropping his sword, the two turned on their heels and tried to run off, only to be struck down by a crashing bolt of lightning. Lia gasped, looking back towards the woman, her eyes glowing red and the trident and shell necklace crackling with lightning.

“like I would let you run” she muttered, walking towards the now-dead men and turning one over with her boot, clicking her tongue as she saw the dragon symbol on his armor “lame-ass design, really Mal? for an artist you have no creativity” she muttered, taking her boot off and walking away from the bodies, Lia went to follow, but the woman disappeared in a flash of lighting.

Lia huffed, committing her image to memory and flying off back towards the bass. It seemed this woman was an enemy to Mal, from how she talked about her and gave to quarter to Mal's guards.

Maybe she could be helpful, but first, they needed to find her and find out what side she was really on.

-

 Uma was perplexed, a woman, who just…suddenly appeared, even more suddenly than Lia and her daughter had. Clad in a scarlet jacket, wielding a trident, one that matched the description of THE Poseidon's trident, as in the actual god of the seas Poseidon; and apparently had a necklace that looked way too close to Uma’s necklace to be a coincidence. Harry perked up from behind Uma as Lia once again described the woman's appearance, disappearing into his and Uma’s room for a moment before reappearing with a large folded piece of scarlet leather.

“is this wha’ tha’ jacket looked like?” Harry unfolded the fabric, revealing a long scarlet tailcoat, and Lia nodded, from the stitch on the left sleeve to the burns on the end of the tail, it was the very same jacket the woman had on “I heard yeh describin’ tha’ style of it and’ I jus’ thought ‘hey that sounds like the jacket I used to wear when I was young’ and…I guess it is…question is” Harry folded the jacket and set it down on Uma’s desk “why did this girl have meh jacket? Especially one I haven’t worn since I was twenty-two”

Lia and Uma shrugged, not knowing what to say. But it was a good question, why did this random woman have Harry’s old jacket? Why did she have a legendary trident? Why did she have what looked to be Uma’s necklace? “i-I also saw one last thing, It was right before she disappeared” Lia reached out, grabbing onto Harry’s left arm gently, lilting his hand into the air, revealing the gleaming silver hook he was holding. “she had this exact hook attached to her hip.” Harry and Uma looked even more perplexed, things were just adding up; who the hell was this woman and why did she have things of theirs?

“We need to find her” Uma finally muttered, holding her hands in front of her lips, staring off at nothing “we need to make sure she’s not a threat, at least to us” Lia and Harry nodded, ready to follow her lead.

“who knows, maybe like Lia, she’s from another world?” Harry said, shrugging a bit as Lia hummed in slight agreement.

“or maybe she’s from another universe?” Uma perked up as Gil poked his head into the room “sorry was listening in, but-it kinda sounds like she's from an alternate dimension where Mal also took over and she's the last survivor? That’s why she has copies of your stuff? Because it’s the same stuff but, her version?” Lia, Uma, and Harry just stared at him for a moment before Uma sighed.

“okay that…is very plausible actually” she muttered, tapping her fingers on her desk “…still, we need to find her. Lia, think you can do another flyover?” Lia nodded, her wings appearing behind her as she did “thank you, I’ll look through the seas” Harry took her hand as she stood, Lia already walking out of the room.

“stay safe darling” Harry muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand. Uma smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I will, tell Cordelia where I am when she gets back with Gabby” Harry nodded, watching his wife off as she dove into the sea entrance/exit in search of this unknown woman.

-two days later-

Cordelia, Gabby, and K’Marah stared at the little girl that rested in Gabby’s arms, her head tucked into the teen's neck, her messy blonde pig-tails fluffing up against her brown jacket. “so, what do we do with it?” Cordelia asked, not really knowing what to do with such a small child, whose slit-like pupils and slight fangs gave her pause. She seemed to be a fae child, but-more of the kind like the fairy godmothers of Aurora, not one like Mal.

“I don’t know, maybe we bring her back to your mom?” Gabby said to Cordelia, readjusting the 5-year-old in her arms, her sunset Ombre dress bunching up against her hands. K’Marah hummed, crossing her arms, attempting to be careful about this, fae child. What if she was from Mal’s side?

“I don’t know, what if she’s with Mal? A trap set for us” the child cried slightly at that, her eyes turning purple. K’Marah felt like she had accidentally stepped on a landmine “uh-…do you know Mal?”

The child shook her head, scrunching her nose in anger “bad lady, evil! hurt my auntie, hurt my daddy and his friends!” the three teenagers looked to each other at that, then nodded. This child was obviously against Mal, and her family had been ripped apart by the evil fae.

“let’s get her back to the hideout, my mom will be able to help” Cordelia muttered, nodding back towards the general area of the base. The three had left to do a reconnaissance mission and on their way back had found the child, and now it was time to return with one extra person.

Cordelia froze as she spotted a flash of armor moving from behind the trees, and then she ran, her friends quickly following her lead as guards flooded from the forest, armed with their usual weapons. But there was one she hadn’t expected; a brute of a man, armored in heavy-duty black metal, holding a large gun, that glowed with purple and green energy in its vents “RUN!” Cordelia screamed, Gabby at her heels with the little girl in her arms as K’Marah took to the skies in panic. Cordelia could feel the magic streaming from the weapon, the weapon meant to kill.

“run piggies run~!” the man called, obviously deranged enough to enjoy what he was doing; hunting down children. The gun started to whir, the barrel gathering magic at the end, and then it fired, hurtling right at Cordelia and her friends. K’Marah dove at Gabby and slammed her away from the blast, Cordelia jumping to the other side and slamming on her shoulder, sliding slightly on the rough grass. “oh, I missed. oh well~!” the guard cocked the gun, aiming right at the disoriented Cordelia, “say goodbye shrimpy jr!”

Gabby screamed out in terror, the child in her arms beginning to cry as K’Marah lept up and tried to get to Cordelia, but she was grounded by a strong iron chain wrapping around her arms and wings and pinning her to the ground.

“CORDELIA” Gabby and K’Marah screamed as the large gun fired, the large dark purple bullet of magic zooming towards her. Cordelia whimpered and closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek.

‘mom, dad; I love you, im sorry’ she thought to herself, wishing for her last thought to reach them as she felt the heat of the bullet burn at her skin.

Her friends screamed in terror as the bullet exploded, purple smoke erupting from the spot Cordelia had once been. The guards laughed at their victory, then it went dead silent, an air of unease developing among them.

Cordelia gasped as her hat flew off her head and she reached out to grab it, then as she was shoving it back on, she realized she hadn’t died. She could still feel the rough forest grass beneath her, the warm sun on her back.

She was alive? How? She turned, stopping as a flash of metal blinded her slightly. She groaned and rubbed her eye, jaw-dropping as she looked up.

There, in front of her; was a woman, clad in a scarlet leather jacket, with dark purple armor…and a golden trident in her left hand, the residual magic from the bullet traveling down her body like crackles of lightning.

And on her chest, was a glowing shell necklace, that looked exactly like her mother's. “wha’?” Cordelia muttered, locking eyes with Gabby and K’Marah as they looked back at her in complete shock. The child in Gabby’s arms giggled with delight.

“Auntie~!” the woman glanced at her and smiled, before glaring back at the guards, who all took a step back; for the woman had taken the shot for Cordelia, and didn’t even flinch, the magic hadn’t hurt her one bit.

“How cowardly, to fight children like this” the woman muttered, the sun was suddenly blocked by dark clouds, rumbling with thunder and lightning flying across the darkness “grown men, bullying children…fucking pathetic” the woman flashed forward, sending her knee into the heavy armor of the brute, he laughed for a split second, thinking she could do nothing but he suddenly gagged out blood, his armor cracking and folding back under the woman’s knee pad. He flew back, crashing against a tree and toppling it over with the force.

“HOLY SHIT” the other guards screamed out in fear, all readying their weapons, one throwing their chain and spiked ball, yelping as she caught the chain and pulled him to her, his face impaled by her trident. She kicked him off and used his weapon against his fellow guards, two being smashed into a tree by the spiked ball.

She raised her arm up as two guards swung their weapons at her, the halberd and sword shattering as they hit her armor. The woman laughed as they stumbled back and twisted around, kicking one guard back and using her trident to slice at the other’s neck, both flopping to the ground, one dead and one unconscious.

Cordelia could only watch as this woman demolished Mal’s well-trained guards, Cordelia could hold her own against them, easily in fact. she knew she was good at combat, but this woman…hell she would even compare her to Ares. She peeked around the growing pile of bodies, seeing the brute guard, still lying against the three, blood pouring from beneath him into the grass. “holy shit” Cordelia muttered, yelping as she felt herself be picked up by her armpits. “CORDELIA” Harry and Uma yelled, holding their daughter close as Gabby and K’Marah were coddled by their parents, the child in Gabby’s arms giggling as Gil gently took her from Gabby’s arms.

“Daddy~” the child laughed, Gil holding her away from him with wide eyes.

“Uhhhh no? I’m not your dad sweetheart” Gil stuttered out, sending a panicked look to his friends, who just stared at the woman, who-exactly like Lia described, wore Harry’s jacket, had Uma’s necklace, and had the legendary trident in her hands “guys?!?...holy fuck”

The woman blocked several blows from the last guard, holding his sword and striking the woman in panicked motions, hoping to get out of this altercation alive. He screamed as the woman knocked his blade out of his hands and impaled him with the trident, her eyes glowing red as she looked down at his slumping body.

“pleased now?” she muttered to herself, tilting her head as it seemed like someone spoke to her “later…we have an audience” she looked to Uma and Harry, her eyes flashing with slight sadness before looking over the rest of the group “Arwen!” the child, Arwen, stopped trying to pull at Gil’s necklace and wiggled around till Gil set her down, and she bolted over to her ‘auntie’

“Auntie!” the woman's armor vanished with a flash of gold from the shell necklace and she leaned down to pick Arwen up, her eyes softening as Arwen wrapped her short arms around her neck “that was so cool!”

“Thank you” the woman hummed, her trident disappearing in a golden flash as she started to walk towards the group, who all stared at her afraid. “but I think we have some explaining to do, don’t we?” Arwen looked back at her ‘daddy’ and nodded.

“Who are you and how the fuck did you do that, and why do you have our stuff?” Uma demanded, the clouds thundering slightly at her raging emotions as Harry pushed Cordelia behind him, holding his hook up at the ready.

“my name is Rose” the woman, finally named, said with a calm look on her face. “Rose Hook” Harry and Uma paused at that “im from an alternate universe, possibly nearly the same as this one. Mal in my world also took over Auradon, and im one of the few survivors of it” Uma and Harry looked at Gil, who just threw his hands up “he guessed it perfectly didn’t he?” Rose asked amused, scrunching her nose as Gil nodded, crossing his arms.

“down to the details!” Gil yelled, smiling a bit as Gabby rolled her eyes at her dad’s antics. Rose hummed, looking back to Uma.

“I think we have more to talk about, Uma” Uma’s eyes widened at that and she took a small step back. “before you ask, in my world, the three of us” she gestured to her and Harry, then to Gil “were close friends…and-…well Harry and I were together in my world” Uma turned, looking at Harry who just stared back, Cordelia behind him looking very confused and slightly possessive over her parents “but-that’s not important…in my world, Mal…Mal killed all three of you…and all I had left were your things” Rose held the shell necklace in her fist, the hook hitched to her hip gleaming under the sunlight, and for the first time Uma noticed a small bull pendant on her belt. “I wear them as a fuck you to Mal” Rose chuckled sadly, releasing the necklace and holding Arwen close as the child cuddled into her cheek “but…yeah…that’s the basics”

After a few moments of silence, Uma finally nodded “let’s get back to base before more guards come” Harry and Gil nodded, and Rose followed close behind the group as Uma led the way back to base, Lia checking over K’Marah’s wings one last time.

-

It took about an hour and a half of explaining, but Rose had told Uma, Harry, and Lia everything that had happened in her world, from how it started to how it was going; from when the then Prince Ben had invited the core four along with Harry and Gil, the seven vks choosing good and defeating Mal's mother together.

And to four years later, when Mal betrayed them all, embarrassment from her failure to save Audrey turning her heart dark and bitter, spelling Ben once again and attempting to murder Rose. Rose proved her story by her ghastly scar on her chest, and with her phone, which still had all the pictures and photos of her world.

“All alright…that’s a lot to take in” Uma muttered, leaning back in her chair as Rose finished telling her story, Arwen sitting in her lap playing with her fingers. “now…what do we do?”

“simple, I help you take down Mal and her mother, help you free Auradon” Uma frowned, pursing her lips slightly as Rose stared back at her determined.

“you’re already dealing with your Mal, I won't ask you to risk yourself for our world” Rose just shook her head.

“Does It look like I care? I can take care of Mal as soon as I get back, she doesn’t even know im alive. Let me help you, and then you can help me find a way back, deal?” Rose held out her hand, Uma’s necklace shimmering slightly as it caught Uma's eye. Uma chuckled and leaned forward, shaking Rose’s hand.

“Deal”

Lia smiled, happy to have another powerful ally on their team, and who knows? Maybe this Rose can help her free Ben?

-end-

This is just a little fan cross-over thing for tightrope and my bed end!au of my hhxr rewrite! Not canon to either stories! Takes place like-a day after the failed Ben rescue/Lia trap. Aka chapter 11-13. Tightrope is written by @disneyfan50​  and @thetimelordbatgirl​ !

[maxwell-grant]

If you wanted to make a "punchier" origin for the Shadow, wouldn't it make more sense to emphasize his roots as a war veteran? Assuming the stories are still in the 30's, he's fought in WW1, he's seen the atrocities committed 'cause of a single assassination, so he builds his organization of agents to stop similar events from happening.

It does, yes. It tends to get brought up by modern creators that want to avoid the movie backstory, but still want to add some more personal dramatic background to a Shadow story. But modern audiences seem to want something punchier than "went to war, picked up a lot of skills, decided to fight crime with them", which is the cliffnotes version of the typical American pulp hero origin.

I use "punchy" in the sense of it being something instantly dramatic and easily understood at first glance in order to get the character's motivation, like dead parents for superheroes or John Wick's dead dog, something that immediately creates a "relatable" sales pitch.

Backstory-wise, The Shadow is more like Wolverine in the sense that their backstories are more of a sandbox writers can play around to add to the character rather than a rigid guideline of what defines their motivation, but even then, Wolverine has Weapon X. You can know nothing else about Wolverine's origin other than he was tortured and treated like an animal by mad scientists and you'd still get the basic gist of his motivation now, where as The Shadow's motivation (and inner thoughts in general) have been much more out of focus.

Not entirely hidden, mind you, but it's easy for a lot of fans, even those who've read the pulp stories, to try and fill in the gaps because they expect some grand mystery of a motivation, and not just that he does what he does because he can and because he cares about helping people, and it's maybe the least complicated thing about his entire character (not that it's without reasons or motivations proper), because it's the only thing that tangibly anchors The Shadow as a character to...anything, really.

If you want an appropriately "punchy" origin story in The Shadow, you'll find instead something like a young man tossing himself off a bridge out of sheer desperation after losing all control of his life, before being whisked away at the last minute by a stranger who looks like "Death itself" and steps in to take the reigns by stating "Your life is no longer your own. It now belongs to me". And I suspect half the reason why that line's become so famous, and so misinterpreted, is because it's a raw ass line of dialogue out of context, especially if you hear about The Shadow with the impression he's a superhero and, well, superheroes don't say that kind of thing.

Like I said before, I "get" why the movie backstory existed (especially considering it's for a movie and movies do kinda mandate short-term backstories), and the idea of him having a horrible background he's atoning for stuck. I disagree with it, but there's a logic to it. I find it a logic that's changed the character for the worse, and was also deeply misguided to begin with. It's a logic that's suitable for a character who needs to be a superhero, but as I've said before, The Shadow should not be approached as a superhero, or as something other than what he already is or was.

Let's assume for a second that he really does need a darker and more dramatic backstory with a more solid "hook" as to why he's doing this whole thing. Let's assume that he needs to have a better "reason" for doing good and fighting evil than just being able to do it and knowing it throughly and wanting to protect people. And let's assume that

"Born in the Lost Generation, went to serve in the Army very young, worked as a spy for the British before and during the war and was stationed in Tsarist Russia for a couple of years, and then fought in World War 1 while conducting rescue missions from POW camps. Then spent the years following it traveling all over the world restlessly looking for purpose, only to one day decide to completely bury his identity to fight crime, also there's something deeply horrifying with his face that could be either a war injury or something else. We know a lot of odd facts about his other travels and also know at some point he's lost lives under his protection and this is something he brings up right in his first appearence, but we know literally nothing whatsoever about the 20 years of his life before the Army"

still needs a little extra material to it.

If you really want to take The Shadow and give him a "dark past", why not work within the material already existing? He was both a spy for the British Service (and possibly others), as well as a soldier in The Great War who was reputedly really great at winning battles, and neither of these are jobs that look even nearly as glamorous to us now as they might have been intended to be when this backstory was created.

At separate points in his life, as a spy he worked as a tool of governments and secret services as a spy (and spies make a living out of being those, as well as professional bastards), and regardless of what he may have done as a spy, as a soldier and aviator, he had to have killed a lot of German men whose only crime may have been merely that they were of enlistment age when the war happened. And then at some point he started performing rescue missions single-handedly, not to kill people, but to guide men towards their safety, and then after a couple of years of wandering and traveling, he decided very firmly that Kent Allard and all of his history needed to crash into South America and stay dead until called upon.

Maybe as a matter of eficiency first and foremost, of course, but nothing is ever just one thing when it comes to The Shadow. You don't just survive a life-changing war and immediately decide to walk into another one of your volition 100% purely for pragmatic reasons.

Frankly, giving him a past as a bloodthirsty warlord in Tibet is not just dumb as hell, it's also overkill, because if you want to dig into The Shadow's past to find things for him to regret or feel emotional conflict towards, I don't think there's any shortage of that in what the pulp canon already provides us, nor is there a shortage of places where you can insert those because, again, the dude's backstory is a sandbox. 20 years of this character's life are a complete blank.

I think, if you do need to add a hook to it for your adaptation, it's largely a matter of picking which part in particular you want to play around with and emphasize out of the many, many possibilities you get to work with in playing around with his backstory.

Although, frankly, I could stand to read a lot less modern Shadow stories that are all about what kind of past he had, because they tend to miss the point rather crucially in making him all about the past instead of the creature of the now he was designed to be and thrived as.

Maybe he does need to bury his past again.

[serpenteve]

Seeing the recent posts re: Shatter me , I wanted to ask you if you have actually any good books in mind following the enemies to lovers trope ( actually, well, something with Darklina vibes. y'know :D ) . I would prefer not YA stuff, but tbh if the prose /plot is decent, I don't mind. Thanks!!

Contemporary Romance

Hotshot Doc by R.S. Grey (I actually LOVE this one it's soooo cute! It would work perfectly as a modern au with darkles as a notoriously mean surgeon and alina as his assistant)

Vicious by L.J. Shen (this dude is the kind of chaotic asshole you can't look away from, heroine is a bit too quirky for my taste, but it did keep me entertained)

Young Adult / New Adult Fantasy

The Folk of the Air Trilogy (the OG of enemies to lovers; one of my favourite heroines!)

Kingdom of the Wicked (not strictly enemies to lovers per se but a girl has to make a deal with a demon prince so what's not to love?)

The Shadows Between Us (a *very* trashy read, but the male lead has shadow powers so there's some obvious darklina parallels there)

A Court of Thorns & Roses (the Rhysand/Feyre dynamic is the one that reminds me of Darklina more than Tamlin/Feyre even though that's also got an enemies to lovers thing going on. Though full disclosure, I gave up on the second book because it was so fucking long and insufferable...)

From Blood & Ash (more of a bodyguard romance but its very deceptive with how it pulls you in!)

Movies/ TV Shows

North & South (2004 Miniseries) - aahsdjkh I love this one! It's probably my fave out of the gothic romances

Jane Eyre (2006 Miniseries) - I mean, sure, you could read the book, but this is a perfectly moody adaptation

Phantom of the Opera (Royal Albert Hall 2011) - this is a filmed version of the stage production and Ramin Karimloo as the Phantom is 🔥🔥🔥👀👀!!! Sorry, but Gerard Butler and his garbage voice could never!!!!

I think you'll find similiar Darklina dynamics if you follow the Beauty & the Beast tropes. There are a lot of YA retellings but I've yet to find one that I really liked. The closest was maybe "A Curse So Dark and Lonely" but I ended up shipping the cursed prince with the captain of his guard so......👀