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happyheidi · 2 years
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》 BURN — topper thornton x reader
word count — 2.8k
warnings — MDNI; dark!topper, kook!reader, mentions of violence/fighting, abusive behavior from topper to reader, rafe’s mentioned so that’s a warning in itself lmao, degradation kinda, swearing, lmk if i’m missing something bc i can’t think!
summary — topper scares you after almost drowning john b. at the beach. you ignore him after that night, until rafe convinces him to pay you a visit. and this time, topper’s ready to prove he’s not just some pushover…
a/n — THIS IS BAD OK LIKE I HATE IT BUT I HAD TO PUT IT OUT THERE. keep in mind i’ve never written for topper or anyone besides rafe soo pls lmk what u think/if u wanna see more 😭 thanks to whoever requested this tho <3 hopefully i didn’t butcher the idea too badly aldufjeodidndn also ignore the pics and the title ok i didn’t know what to do THX
Days had passed since your last interaction with your boyfriend.
Topper was always known to be the level-headed, well-mannered one compared to his Kook counterparts. He feigned a moral compass, unlike Rafe and Kelce.
So his actions at the bonfire last week…scared you, to say the least.
Until you saw your boyfriend holding John B’s head under the water, teeth clenched, veins protruding from his arms and forehead, you couldn’t recall a time you’d actually been scared of your boyfriend.
The same hands that would gently caress your face, same arms that wrapped around you at night, had tried to drown someone.
The same person who’d always made you feel so secure, so safe…suddenly turned into something he would want to protect you from, right in front of your eyes.
“Topper!” Your use of his full name should’ve been enough to pull your boyfriend from the heinous act he was committing. And normally, it would’ve been. But Rafe had gotten in his ear, convinced him that the pogue boy was a problem, and that Rafe’s life wouldn’t be the only one made easier by the absence of John B.
“Topper, stop it!” Your voice cracked as you kept a reasonable distance from the brawl, watching as the two boys took turns driving their fists into each other relentlessly.
“John B.!” Sarah’s voice rang out through the chaos, too. Both of you crying for your boyfriends, knowing there was nothing either of you could do to safely interfere.
The other boys could though, they just chose not to. JJ was too busy egging on his friend, punching the air and jumping around as he encouraged John B. to, “Get his ass! Fuckin’ stomp his kook head in, John B.!”
You’d never seen your boyfriend so violent. Never seen his eyes so dark, void of almost any hue at all as he glared down at the boy who’s neck he was wringing.
It was like a switch had flipped, one you’d only ever known Rafe Cameron to have.
Which, he and Kelce were no better. The kook pair stood by idly, Rafe sporting a look that non-verbally told just how badly he wanted to jump in and help his friend finish the job. “Don’t be a fucking pussy, Top! Man up!” The Cameron boy never offered good advice.
The scene was a mess. A variety of cries and screams fought against the roar of the ocean waves.
Topper eventually stole the upper hand.
When your boyfriend flipped over, claiming a spot on top of John B., you truly thought his next move would be to hoist himself to his feet and leave it at that. He’d already won, if you could even crown a winner in a losing situation like this one. The amount of blood coating John B.’s face and hair made his defeat obvious.
But the crimson liquid was washed away when Topper suddenly fisted a handful of the blonde’s waves and shoved his face under the surface.
You didn’t miss the way the blue water turned a light pink.
And neither did anyone else. Once the collective realization that John B. was no longer fighting back took over, respective friends rushed to the boys’ aid.
You’d stayed at the scene until you could confirm the pogue boy’s safety. Once you saw Kelce claimed Topper and JJ and Pope claimed their friend, you fled from the beach. You stormed right past Topper’s Jeep, returning to your home at Figure 8 on foot.
Topper drove circles around the island, face bloodied from what few hits his opponent did manage, cursing the air at every empty corner.
He’d hoped he’d find you somewhere along the way to your house.
And you did see his familiar olive green Jeep at one point on your journey. Topper just didn’t round the corner fast enough to catch you fling yourself backwards, darting further back from the road.
You were glad he flew past the tree you flung yourself behind. You would’ve done just about anything to avoid him at that moment.
After all, how were you supposed to know what was waiting for you? Who was waiting for you? Clearly, you didn’t even know who you’d been dating for the past few months.
It was one thing to throw a punch or two. The paths of kooks and pogues were bound to cross, and fights were virtually inevitable.
A bruised lip or broken jaw would send someone to the hospital, at best.
But water infiltrating all airways and, filling both lungs… would kill someone.
How could Topper do that? How could your boyfriend do that?
Then your mind jumped to a more morbid thought… what would happen if you made him that mad, too?
You thought about every time you’d so much as struck a nerve of his before.
What if next time, Topper decided not to let the situation simmer?
What if he reacted violently towards you, too?
You didn’t want to find out.
Thinking of being alone with your boyfriend usually made you happy, excited. You looked forward to time together, away from friends and family, just the two of you basking in each other’s company.
But the thought only brought you dread now. You couldn’t face him, not tonight. Not tomorrow.
In fact, when you finally made it home, just you and your thoughts confinded to your bedroom, you weren’t sure when you’d will yourself to see him again.
You could only be sure that it was in your best interest to ignore the calls and texts, pleads from Topper to meet him somewhere, to hear him out.
You’d soon come to regret that decision.
Everything came to a head one particular night. You’d retired to your bedroom, just a small bedside lamp left on to illuminate the pages of the latest book you were enjoying. The stopping point you’d marked was only a page away when a sudden rustling redirected your attention, and your eyes to the window.
You rolled over in your bed and sat up, discarding the novel on the table and facing the window. The sounds grew louder as you rose to your feet.
Slowly, you crept closer. A shaky hand reached out to draw back the curtain…
You gasped when your eyes fell upon the one person you’d been avoiding.
Topper looked stiff, eyes wide as he quickly backed away from the window he was clearly trying to open.
“Top? What are you doing here?”
Topper had never just shown up at your house unannounced before. Let alone in the middle of the night, hanging outside of your bedroom window. Then again, he’d never gone more than an hour without talking to you, more than a day without seeing you before.
“I-I wanted to see you. I needed to talk to you.” He clarified.
“Why are you…at my window?”
His mouth was open, but nothing came out.
Truthfully, Topper was sure some other guy was keeping you company, and he’d planned on sneaking in your room to catch you in the act. “Didn’t wanna wake your parents.” He lied.
There was a moment of silence, eyes meeting and locking until he broke it off, shifting his weight between his feet. Why did he seem nervous?
“I…” You mouth felt dry. You felt uneasy, memories from the past week flooding back. “I don’t think I want you here right now, Topper.” Why did you feel nervous?
He didn’t like your use of his full name. There was a new look on his face now, something you could only equate to…hurt. Hurt, mixed with a growing anger at his girlfriend’s voiced desire to be rid of him.
“You… don’t want me here?” He repeated. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“Oh,” His eyes peered past you, scanning over what he could make out of your dimly lit room. “You got somebody in there?”
You knew the house was empty, yet you still found yourself following Topper’s gaze. “No, Topper. I just…” What could you say? “I just wanna be alone right now.” He tilted his head quizzically, pausing to think for a moment.
“You’ve been ignoring me.” He held his phone up, referencing the countless calls and texts he’d been sending. “So, are you fucking somebody else, or what’s going on?” Something about this new tone told you he wouldn’t be leaving so easily. He looked like he wanted to jump through your window already.
“Topper, I just-“
“No, why don’t you wanna see me? Why? Because I stood up for you? Because I didn’t let that piece of shit pogue make a move on you?” His chest puffed out now, the kook naturally trying to take up more space, hoping to come off as intimidating without even really realizing what he was doing.
Rafe’s voice ran rampant in the boy’s mind. ‘You go there, you show up and you give her a reason to get over this little bitch fit she’s been throwing.’ He’d suggested, tired of his friend’s constant complaining and sulking at the absence of his girlfriend.
“No,” Topper decided. He wasn’t going to be a pushover anymore. “No. No, we need to talk right now.” You didn’t like his tone, but the way his voice was raising had your concern shifting to your parents being alerted instead of what might happen if you gave into his request.
You sighed in defeat as you held up a finger, nonverbally asking him to give you a second.
Topper worried you weren’t coming back, almost deciding to try your window again until he heard the sound of your front door opening.
He was already rounding the porch, clearing the distance between the two of you when you poked your head out.
The first thing he did when he made it up the steps was try to embrace you, but you were quick to step back, just out of reach.
The action had Topper’s face falling. He tried again, and you retreated more.
“What?” A look of confusion crossed his features. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”
You nervously cleared your throat. “Topper, I… I need you to know that you…” You swallowed hard. “You scared me, the last time I saw you…“
He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. You took it as a prompt to further explain, to clear up the confusion he felt.
“I don’t wanna feel that way around you.”
“I scared you?” He asked, as if it was the most outlandish thing in the world.
You didn’t miss the way his muscles flexed as he balled his hands into fists. The Thorton boy dug his nails into his palms, working on an outlet for the anger that was now brewing. You ignored him for a week, just to tell him you were scared of him?
“Y/N/N, come on. You know I didn’t-“ He extended an arm towards you again, almost grabbing your wrist, but you backed away again.
“I’m serious, Topper. I don’t ever want you to do something like that again.”
“I was sticking up for you!”
“I was yelling at you to stop! You tried to drown him, Top-“
“And I’d do it again!” Topper couldn’t help but cut you off, jumping from speaking, to yelling.
“I’d do it again to protect you,” He repeated, calmer this time. It took you a few moments to start shaking your head.
You looked up at him with wide eyes, a deep set frown on your face as you stared in disbelief.
Throughout the entirety of your 6 months together, Topper had never even raised his voice at you, unless it was during a round of golf that he took a little too seriously.
Topper didn’t miss the way the distance between you and the door slowly lessened.
“Don’t-“ His expression was unreadable. He looked like he wanted to reach for you again. “Do not go back in that house, Y/N.” Your hand was already gripping the door frame.
“Top… you’re scaring me again. I…” You straightened your posture. “I want you to leave. Please,”
Topper did the opposite. Without warning, his chest was suddenly pressed to yours, hands gripping your upper arms gently as he stepped over the threshold, backing you into the house.
“Topper! What are you-“
“Shh, shh,” Your boyfriend shushed you as he made it in the living room. “Just listen to me.” This assertiveness was a new trait for him, and it made you feel uneasy.
“You’re my girlfriend, okay? If I feel like someone is a threat to you, of course I’m gonna step in and-“
“He wasn’t a threat, Topper! He didn’t even do anything to me!”
“See!” Topper relased his hold on you to slam his palm down on a nearby table. “That’s it! Right there! That’s the shit Rafe was talking about,”
“Rafe?” You asked, unsure if your ears were failing you or not. “What does Rafe have to do with this?”
Topper knew he’d said too much, so he ignored you. “You’re my girlfriend. You shouldn’t be sticking up for those…those fucking filthy pogues!”
You shook your head at him. “You’re being crazy right now, Top…” You hoped maybe the nickname would bring his temper back down.
All he did was laugh, a sarcastic chuckle as he dropped his gaze to his feet, shaking his head now, too. “I’m crazy…” he repeated.
“I’m crazy?” His gaze shot back to you now. “You wanna be a fucking pogue lover, but I’m the crazy one?!”
“Top, you need to leave, now.” You tried again. You didn’t like the way your boyfriend’s features were morphing into ones similar to what you’d seen that night at the bonfire.
Topper didn’t know what came over him. All of the animosity he felt towards you at the radio silence you gave him for weeks had boiled to the top. Any normal girl would’ve been thankful to have a boyfriend who was willing to jump into any situation to defend her honor. You acting like you were scared of him for sticking up for you? Calling him crazy for something he and his friends saw with their own eyes? That’s was it for him.
The kook reared back, palm angled in towards his face before the back of his hand drove forward and struck you across yours.
You didn’t know what happened at first. All you knew was your ears were suddenly ringing, head pounding, hair in disarray across your face.
Your head was whipped to the side, and it wasn’t until you raised a hand to cup your cheek that all of the blood rushed to it, leaving you with a painful sensation that you weren’t sure burned or stung more.
You couldn’t tell how much time passed as you stood frozen. Eventually, you found the courage to turn back to Topper, who looked just as shocked as you were.
His jaw hung open, brows drew up in concern as he weighed what to do next.
“Y/N, come here-“ He was afraid to try to comfort you. And rightfully so, as you wasted no time frantically swatting at his hand. “Get away from me!” You screamed, scrambling away from him and further into the house.
“I-I didn’t mean to do that, Y/N/N. I-you know I would never hurt you,”
You didn’t know that, clearly. The hand that wasn’t consoling your cheek referenced the front door. “Go, Topper!” Your voice cracked, tears beginning to flow as the realization of what just happened started to sink in.
Your boyfriend tried to drown someone. He tried to kill them. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak with or see him, too sure that you would be met with that version of Topper, the one you didn’t even know existed.
You told him he scared you, asked him to leave after he tried to sneak in your window, and he…he slapped you. He dismissed your fears, and back-handed you across your face.
You wanted to sob. You wanted to scream, run away and collapse to the floor, all at once. But you to will your scrambled brain to focus on getting him out of the house first.
“Why are you still standing there, Topper?! Get out!” This time, you gritted your teeth and used both hands to push him back.
He stumbled over his feet, just short of tumbling backwards over the threshold if it wasn’t for his quick grip on the frame.
You didn’t give him a chance to redeem himself before you slammed the door in his face, barely missing his fingers before he yanked them back.
Only seconds later, you turned and leaned against the door, sliding slowly to the floor as the sobs you’d been witholding, finally surfaced.
And Topper could hear. He stood, slumped against the door with his forehead leaning against the wood. Your cried and sniffles filled his ears, and the realization of what he’d done filled his mind.
Neither of you could will yourself to move, back to the safety of your room or his car. The two of you simply sunk to the floor, and eventually, the tears started to fall for Topper too.
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oceandriveab · 11 days
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cw: mentions of smoking, drinking, and having sex. rafe has a slight exhibitionism kink????????, rafe and r have a very cutie, playful relationship<3, i think that’s it?????
a/n: to the original anon who sent this idea, i am so sorry that this has taken sooooo long but i went to write it and then deleted it so i had to restart completely <3 but i do hope u enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!
[2:49 am] r🪄: Wyd
[2:49 am] r🪄: I’m outside
you rolled your eyes at rafe’s unnecessary text. you were aware of his presence the second he turned down your street, his favorite future song blaring so loudly from his truck’s speakers that it shook your bedroom window.
you threw on your slippers and quickly made your way outside.
“rafe! what the fuck is wrong with you?” you slapped him on the arm after getting settled in his passenger seat. “shit was shaking my fuckin’ window! it’s almost like you want to get us caught.”
rafe rolled his eyes. “relax pogue, it’s just a little music.”
you stare at him incredulously before shaking your head. “‘just a little bit of music-‘ yeah alright rafe. what the fuck ever. can we just go, please?”
“you wanna leave?? where’s all the fun in that?” the way you looked at him when he smirked at him hardening in his pants.
“rafe.”
“fine. i was about to go anyways. wouldn’t want jj hearing his me slut his big sister out.” he shrugs and puts his truck in reverse, smiling at the way your jaw dropped in surprise.
“motherfucker-“
“relax baby. i’m just playin’.”
you roll your eyes and try to conceal the way his boyish smile is making your own lips quirk up.
°。°。°。°。°。°。
unbeknownst to you and rafe, jj was wide awake way before rafe even showed up.
he heard the whole thing and even got up to peer out the window to try and catch a glimpse of who could possibly be interrupting your sleep and picking you up at this hour.
he rubbed his eyes and squinted as he opened the blinds slightly, not wanting to be noticed. he rolled his eyes at the ridiculously dark tint on the truck’s windshield that prevented him from seeing the driver.
with a shrug, he shuffled back to his bed and continued his breaking bad binge.
°。°。°。°。°。°。
after a few hours spent smoking, drinking, and fucking at your favorite spot on the beach, rafe finally took you back home.
“alright, get the fuck out.” rafe unlocked his truck and stared at you, trying not to break as you raised an eyebrow at him. “‘m kidding.”
“thought so.” you scrunched your nose up at him and he smiled, rolling his eyes. “jj and his friends are going off this weekend if you wanna come over?”
“of course. should fuck you in his bed-“
“rafe!” you slap his arm and he laughs.
“kidding. again. i’ll be here.” the way he’s got his head on his shoulder has you subtly biting your bottom lip.
“good. i’ll text you when they leave.” you lean closer to rafe and he can feel your breath fanning over his lips.
“perfect.” he kisses you softly, relishing in the way your lips still taste like a strawberry smirnoff.
“goodnight, rafe.” you say as you pull away from the kiss.
“goodnight, angel.” he gives you one more kiss before relaxing back into his seat to watch you walk back inside. “hey wait! i gotta piss.”
your roll your eyes as you turn around.
“then go piss, girl!!!”
rafe smacks his lips at your words. “stop saying that stupid shit. and i’m serious, lemme use your bathroom before i piss in your mouth.”
“rafe!” you squeal, feeling your cheeks heat up at his filthy words.
he laughs and climbs out of his truck, ready to proudly walk inside jj maybank’s house after a night with jj’s big sister.
“you’re not going in my house! you can pee outside! and then leave!”
“fine.” you turn around as rafe undoes his zipper. once he’s done, he follows you to your front door. right as you’re about to unlock the door and tell him to leave, he places one hand on your hip and uses the other to grab your jaw, bringing you closer to him.
your breath is taken away as he kisses you hungrily- like you didn’t just have sex at least 4 times.
when you finally pull away, both of you are panting and eyeing each others swollen lips.
“goodnight, baby. sweet dreams.” rafe goes to place another kiss on your lips when he’s suddenly stopped by the sound of your front door opening.
“the fuck?” jj’s eyes are wide as he looks between you and rafe. “man, are you-are you mackin’ on my fucking sister, man? hell nah-“ jj pushes the screen door open and stomps out, ready to kill rafe.
rafe only rolls his eyes at the blonde boy. “i prefer ‘fucking’, but if that’s what you call it over here..” rafe smirks and shrugs, standing up straighter and accepting jj’s challenge.
“you better get the fuck away from my sister, rafe, or i swear to god.” jj’s nostrils were flared and the way he was clenching his fists told you everything you needed to know- he was pissed.
“what’re you gonna do, jj, huh? gonna get john b on me? or-or one of your other little dirty ass friends?”
fuck, this was not going to end well.
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fhrlclln · 1 year
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con la brisa | k’uk’ulkan/namor
SUMMARY -> out of your own curiosity discovering the unique entrance of the underwater cave had you finding more than you expected while vacationing. the god is intrigued to say.
k’uk’ulkan/namor x fem! reader
masterlist (to be added)
GENRE -> nsfw/smut
WARNINGS -> bpwf spoilers, meet-cute scenario, a lil slowburn, namor is a lil’ bit cold at first & smut as usual (p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex; both!receiving & fingering)
WC -> 7,876
a/n: after watching wakanda forever had me bawling like so much. and so, okay, i know this isn’t my usual writing but i fell in love with the song con la brisa and namor cuz aquapapi. and i thought i’d write a long fic just for him. lIKE THE VISUALS OF THE SCENE IN TALOKAN AND THE SONG!?!?!?!? absolutely amazing and captivating and there’s namor. 😫 but anyways… enjoy my namor smut ig. and happy holidays everyone <3
TRANSLATIONS: YUCATEC MAYA -> máak lu'um - surface dweller/land person, ki'ichpanech - pretty girl, le paalo’ - child , je’el - yes, dejaremos ti' le destino decida - we will let fate decide, in na'atik - i understand, ba'ax úuch - what happened?, jach asab u jump'éel siibal - it is more than a gift, ka ma' in k'áat ka u detenga - and i don’t want it stop, in ts'íiboltikech - i want you, ma'alob - good, ko'ox - let us go, in yakunaj - my love, jats'uts - beautiful, t'aan - speak, táan jach mojado, wáaj tuláakal ti' teen? - it is so wet, all for me? mierda - shit, perfecto - perfect, jach jats'uts yáanal tin - so beautiful under me
likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3
enjoy !!
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it’s quiet.
only the sound of the waves and the sound of the cool breeze hitting your ears envelops your senses. your body is floating above the water, sun hitting your face, eyes closed and relaxed as you let yourself float amongst depths of the sea. the water is cool against your skin, the scent of salt hits your nostrils mixing in with the freshness of the air. heaven is all you can describe at such serene calmness the water offers you this day.
as beautiful the secluded beaches are here in yucatan. you knew better to be not trespassing here. and as stupid it was to swim near night falling, the rays of the sun had turned orange among the horizon of the beautiful ocean. you knew it was time to get back to your hotel you currently resided. but here you are, water still glistening your salty skin, shorts concealing your bottom and your top the bikini you wore still damp as ever. the sun was setting, the trees swayed as you headed back to the direction of where you came from. wary of a chill on your spine erupt as if you felt like you were not alone in the secluded beach.
but as always, fate seemed to spin you to get lost in the woods.
shit. you think to yourself, the unfamiliar path dawning over to you as you sighed to yourself, trees all over your view. you knew the area well enough for the past few days and now was the time you would get lost? unbelievable. you bit your lip, trusting your gut to go further, night already taking over the once pristine blue sky. better to walk and let faith guide you to a road than to stay amongst the wild animals and insects inside the forest. you could say you’ve done one of the stupidest tourist shit you vowed not to do.
the cicadas faintly started to get louder as the darkness took over the forest. you grabbed your phone, turning on the flashlight as the leaves scrunched underneath your feet. the bushes seemed to grow larger as you gently passed by them with your arm shoving them away. expecting the familiar highway to come in view.
but you stopped, the path had ended as you were face to face with a cave of some sort. your eyes sparkled in the dark, suddenly intrigued with this new location you found. a hidden gem in these parts. you cautiously stepped closer to it, feeling as if you’ve entered someone’s territory. you lick your lips, shutting the flashlight of your phone as moonlight filled the area perfectly.
“water?” you mumbled to yourself, bending down to see the small cave was filled with water. “of course it is, dumbass.” you rolled your eyes to yourself, letting your hand touch the cool water.
it rippled beneath your fingertips as you glided your hand to feel the temperature, the scent of sea salt again fill your senses, your curiosity getting the best of you. you noticed how the deep the pool of water was, noting it might be an entrance to a underwater cave of some sort, you guessed. but you needed to go back, remembering the hotel waiting for you.
you looked around once more, guessing that this has been around here for a long time. you smiled, proud to say you would dive in here if you got the chance and the gear to do it. you stood up, brushing yourself from the dirt that sticked to your knees. you turned back and headed to the bushes again, to find another path. for a moment, you adjusted the bag you were carrying, your phone in your hand suddenly slipped from your grasp, hitting the ground with a thud. you cursed yourself for your clumsiness, bending down to grab it. the water in the cave suddenly splashing catching your attention warily.
you froze, slowly standing up, clutching your phone tight as you watch a figure came from the dark depths of the cave. the water splashed around as your heart thump loudly. seeing as a manly figure came in your sight despite the darkness. warnings in your mind erupted, remembering what you had heard of recently.
the man from the sea. a ancient god.
you distinctly remembered the words of the locals and the village elders about a man walking along the shores, feet with wings they had said. their ‘god’ walking amongst them. you don’t know much, but you feared this legend and the god as so did the people here. anything was possible nowadays. but you remained silent, studying his figure as he emerged into the moonlight. stepping in to your view, golden jewelry adorned his neck, he wore only green shorts and other accessories from his wrist to his legs. his feet, however, caught your interest seeing wings adorn them. and ears flourished with a jade like square earrings. he brushes his wet hair back, chest rising as he breathes in the air, his dark eyes finally gazed to yours.
oh, fuck.
you clutched your bag tight against your body, a shiver ran down your spine as his gaze pierced through you. you’ve trespassed. your mind shouts, your heart thumping louder.
“i’m sorry for i-intruding.” you speak up, careful for your tone to be calm and respectful. gears in your mind clicking, his face yet did not react whatsoever other than he steps forward, making you step back cautiously. he seems to notice it, sensing your own fear as he minds himself, creating a presence you knew not to anger. as stoic his expression was, his eyes seem to tell otherwise.
dangerous.
“you’re not from here.” he speaks, breaking your daze when you stare at his face. cold yet curious his tone was. knowingly now you think he’s attractive the more you study him. thoughts then circling how he just came from an underwater cave and ankles with wings on them.
“i’m not…” you nodded, gulping. “i got lost and stumbled here. n-no other intention.” you added, sensing him that he expected another answer.
“no?” he questions, stepping forward again, closer to you, making you freeze on the spot. you breathed out shakily, gazing his eyes that hold a predatory look. he towered over you, intimidating you further.
“no…” you softly said, the atmosphere almost changing, not once did you leave his gaze. a fire in the man’s gaze fueling him elsewhere.
the god stared down at this surface dweller, he hummed, trusting your answer, yet still skeptical. you were not like the other surface dwellers that he encountered coming into the entrance of the cave. you looked innocent enough, a foreigner of the area, a tourist you are. he shifts his gaze to your eyes and to your lips that softly spoke those words of reassurance. he notices your hands tremble, the cold of the night he presumed was getting to you or the fear of him. he’ll let you go, he thinks, merciful enough. the disturbance of the water merely caught his attention, he swam to it, ensuring that his nation would not be discovered.
“who are you?” you asked, astonished now for a man who’s ears you noticed are pointed. the fear slowly washing away. namor was intrigued to say, a curious thing you are.
“i have many names.” he spoke quietly, accent sharpening his words, a wonderful one you deemed as you listened to him. “my people call me k’uk’ulkan.” he gauges your face, seeing it full of wonder.
“but my enemies call me namor.” he finishes darkly, a threat. a warning set in stone. many would have run from him by now but you intrigued him further.
“namor.” you tested the name on your lips. the god felt himself shift in his place, seeing as you turn from his gaze, something stirring inside him after you uttered his name so softly.
“and you are?” he now asks, formalities thrown as you met his gaze again.
“y/n.” you uttered your name as the chill of the night shivered you so. he also tests your name in his tongue, accent enveloping each syllable smoothly with a crisp ending.
“roaming around the outskirts of the village is dangerous, máak lu'um. what has brought you here?” he speaks further, a word so unfamiliar to you. not spanish or what, which fuels your desire to learn him now.
“just took a swim by the beach.” you answered with a shrug. “it’s beautiful out the atlantic ocean.” you added as he hums, nodding.
“you’re not from here as well, are you?” you suddenly ask. he doesn’t look like the locals in the area. his outfit is as different from modern clothing, which in his case is very minimal. he cocks his head to the side as you looked back to the underwater cave. he is taken aback at your forwardness but contemplates whether he should tell you but he only offers a simple answer to your curious mind.
“yes.”
“interesting.” you quipped, examining his peculiar jewelry then to his chest, which catches you off guard how well built he is. tan pecks glistening with water, a fluttery feeling in your stomach making you feel a little flustered for checking him out shamelessly. 
“you live there, i presume?” you ask, pointing to the cave. he seems to still, eyebrows tensing as you notice how defensive he is. “not that you need to answer…” you offered weakly, a little scared now.
“mhm.” he grunts, stepping pass you, not answering the question, leaving off a cold aura. he needed you away from here as soon as possible, remembering his intentions from the first place when you disturbed the waters of the entrance.
“come, it is getting late. let me escort you out, ki'ichpanech.“ pretty girl. he offers his arm out, muscle bulging out. you seem to be too trusting as you complied with the strange man with wings on his feet. not knowing how dangerous he can be, a man that has lived for more than a century, a god to his people and a king of a nation sealed from the whole world beneath the depths of the sea.
he is the feathered-serpent god.
“thank you.” you took his arm, walking beside him, arm resting with his making your heart thump. he was warm for a man who just swam in a deep underwater cavern. he smelled like the ocean itself, which was not that unpleasant, you stare at him for a time as you two walked along the woods. leaves scrunching both of your feet.
namor, on his behalf, didn’t expect he’d be talking with a surface dweller for this long nor offering to escort you out the forest. he despised all things that came from the surface world, a land that he swore to himself to hate to the bones. yet now, you who peaked his interest made his usual thinking sputter.
innocent, curious, soft, kind…all things he doesn’t expect. the feel of your skin to his fueled his desire further as he tried to suppress it. noting the way his cock twitch when your fingers brushed against his hot skin.
“are you not cold? it’s so cold out here.” you shivered, unintentionally pressing against him for warmth.
“it is…tolerable, ki'ichpanech.” he amusingly says, watching as your other arm hugged your waist for warmth. your bikini covered breasts pushing up by your arm making him swallow a lump as he looks ahead. intriguing.
“what does that mean?” you ask, glaring at him with a pout.
“ki'ichpanech?” the ancient language rolls on his tongue flawlessly.
“yes.” you looked back to him seeing as the familiar sounds of faint chatter filled your ears. the village must be close.
“a compliment, le paalo’.” he simply explains. “one for you to find out for yourself.” he smirks, making you sigh beside him.
only silence fills the void between you two, an unspoken comfort that had the man beside you wonders how calm you are. being escorted by a man who you just met. he wonders how your pretty little mind works
“you said you have many names.” you started. “what do you prefer to be called?”
“it is up to you what you wish to call me.”
“k’uk’ulkan then?” you uttered, wishing you didn’t butcher the pronunciation. “you said your people call you by that.”
“je’el.” he agrees, which you take it as a yes. a silence transpired again, but it doesn’t take long before your own curiosity gets the best of you. asking him questions now out of the blue, all subjects leading how he swam inside of a underwater cave without any gear and the most asked about his ankles with wings.
namor seemed to tolerate your mind, offering vague answers and none about questions where he resided or came from. he offers you to teach the mayan words he answers along the way, resulting you to ask him if he always knew how to speak english fluently. in return, he asks you as well. you gladly tell him about vacationing alone in mexico, saying that you needed some time away from the work you had back home. and that you just wanted a moment of peace to yourself here by the beaches. exploring, learning about the locals and their culture respectfully.
but in all fashion, it had to end.
which broke your heart slightly when the sound of the locals grew louder. lights from their village enveloping your view as you two arrive in a secluded area wherein the familiar dirt road is.
“you are a strange woman with curious questions.” he begins as you step out of the bushes, facing him with a slight frown.
“says the man who has wings on his feet.” you quip back playfully. he smirks at that, eyes alert as he looks back to see the locals. your heart thumps, wishing for him to come with you. but in his eyes you knew it wasn’t possible even if he didn’t necessarily say it out loud. you just knew.
“speak of this to no one, ki’ichpanech.” he utters, you nodded at this. the situation weird enough for you to obey.
“will i see you again?” you ask gently, hope in your tone. namor feels something stir inside him as he licks his lips, stepping forward as he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly. soft delicate skin. he thinks, a fire set alight to the both of you as his piercing gaze never faltered as your chest rose at the sudden electric feeling.
the hand kiss was a gesture of his growing affection towards you which he fears may not stop. you should be cowering away from him, a man who’s hands are stained with blood for hundreds of years. he shouldn’t even be talking with a surface dweller at all and you shouldn’t see him again, but…
“dejaremos ti' le destino decida.” he only offers those unfamiliar words to you with sincerity. you drew your hand back, not asking anything further as he steps back into the forest, eyes still looking into yours. a series of laughter interrupts the two of you as you look away from for a moment seeing the villagers laughing amongst themselves. you look back to the bushes, only to find that he’s gone.
huh.
you only stood quiet, the scent of sea salt lingering, his warmth you realized you missed. the night grew colder as you think to yourself with a cheeky thought in mind.
you’ll meet him again.
•••
and you did.
countless of times now after a couple of days had passed. the next morning of that faithful night lead you to go back to the same spot you met him, toying with the water, disturbing it when he was already behind you at that time. in which namor wouldn’t say he has been keeping an eye on you whenever you visited the beach again. you were thrilled, greeting him with your smile. he seemed a bit reluctant meeting you again, telling you that you should not be talking with him. you countered back, asking why then he appears before you when he could’ve ignored her. he smiles at that, offering you a chuckle for the first time. his smile catching you off-guard.
“you intrigue me so, ki'ichpanech.” he would say as you two walk along the shores, talking, asking more about him. he tells stories you never had heard of, legends and so.
“you like it.” you’d tease with a grin. he doesn’t affirm but he does agree in the inside.
your growing friendship with the god only grew larger when the days passed and each day he reminded you to never speak about this strange relation you had with him. you only had weeks left before going back home. a month vacation in yucatán was slowly nearing it’s end and you feared you may not get to see your mysterious friend ever again. you had to cherish the weeks left in counting.
and the subtle attraction you were feeling was growing larger.
he showed you the vast hidden wonders the beach hid as he took you for a swim. the corals, the tide pools, even in the deepest parts of the sea. it was so fascinating to you to see him swim so freely, like it was just a normal thing for him. you had already known that he is not human from the first time you met him. further, he only describes himself as a mutant, the story of his mother and how the first of his people came to be. the talokanil.
“my mother mourned to return to the land wherein she once lived.” he speaks, the waves crashing, you two sitting beside each other on the soft white sands of the shore. watching the sunset over the horizon, a beautiful sight to always see. intimate it felt.
“she was human you had said?”
“je’el. she made me a promise to bury her in the soil of her homeland.” you watch carefully how his eyes catch a glimpse of longing. “but nothing could prepare me for what i found.”
a chill ran down your spine seeing his expression drop into the most chilling hatred you could ever seen from a man. the slavery, those spanish men, the corruption of colonialism that had fallen amongst the surface world. wars broke out, diseases everywhere, more and more tragedies you guessed he would have witnessed for living for 500 years. you were somewhat touch to know how he’s opened up to this, to you.
“there’s nothing that would change how us humans would still be.” you began, sympathizing with him and knowing his hatred for the surface world. “humans are greedy. power is their desire, their lust. the world up here is fucked up.” you chuckled airily, staring off to the ocean.
“you seem to harbor the same resentment to your own world, ki'ichpanech.” he says as you shrugged at it.
“the world is too corrupted nowadays.” you rolled your eyes. “work is work, you work then you die. money is in my head always back home. so yeah, i do hate it up here.”
“you desire to be elsewhere? is it why you are here with me?” he grins as you scoffed at him even though it was true as the blush evident on your face was enough evidence. he has been shamelessly kinda flirting with you over the past days—
…you like him, a lot. it was no surprise you had catch feelings for the man. you learned he is kind and somewhat warm underneath the defensive and cold exterior he had put up when you two first met. he longed for his nation to be free from the terrors of waiting for anyone who’d try to discover them.
“you were a nice surprise to me.” you smiled gently. “but yes, it’s a nice escape here out from the city. even though i hate it here, it quite beautiful to live in.”
“in na'atik.” he hums, intrigued to say how one surface dweller could speak so ill about their own home. his resentment towards the surface world was still growing in him. humans are greedy like you had said, but you, out of all the surface dwellers that had tried to come near him or his nation, you merely just stood before him that night. astonished at him, wonders in your colored irises that held a compassionate understanding for him. he feels his chest swell and throat constrict. that same mushy and fluttery feeling that arose to heat his cheeks and the tip of his ears. overwhelming yet so addicting to feel.
what were you doing with him?
namor only watches you as you stare off to the ocean. he wants to picture this moment in his mind, a mural he now wants to paint for you. a story for you, your curious questions about him and your smile that was like the most beautiful pearls of talokan. he doesn’t want to admit it, nor shall he want to think about it now. dangerous it can be, he only hopes that this would last quicker for the sake of both of your hearts. and for his purposely knowing all would might end in tragedy if he is to act on this.
but he is wrong.
•••
another set of days had passed and tomorrow, that you dreaded, you’ll be going back home. it seemed like time had passed by faster than you expected. you stand alone again by the beach, this time a mesh white scarf wrapped around your arms as you take in the sea breeze again, savoring the moment. namor had wanted to see you again as usual, you knew he was either walking along the shore or might emerge from the sea, waiting for you.
but now he was walking towards you, expecting your bright greeting yet he only found you staring at the horizon again.
“ki'ichpanech?” he starts, softly calling for you. the waves crashes again as your sundress swayed with wind. you met his gaze, snapping out of your thoughts as you composed yourself before the god.
“k’uk’ulkan.” you face him, a little surprised but you smiled at him still. namor watches your serene smile do not go up your eyes. he knows already, you could tell. he always could tell how you were feeling.
“ba'ax úuch?” he asks, enough for you to understand as he stands in-front of you, softening his gaze as you glanced back to the sea, sighing deeply.
“i’m leaving tomorrow.” you finally said, seeing as his expression still as those words he dreaded as well came from your mouth. it’s too soon, he had plans to—
“tomorrow?”
“in the morning.” you confirmed, your heart breaking seeing his stoic expression falter. “to be honest, i don’t want to go.”
“then don’t.” he says, every patience in his body wearing just for him to spew out anything for you to not leave. all his walls he build up for the first time for you already was gone, he accepted it that he wanted you by his side even if you don’t know fully of his true feelings. he had to at least say something before this could all end.
“i can’t.” you shakily said, an overwhelming feeling overcoming you. you didn’t want to leave this place, you didn’t want to leave him yet. “besides, whether i like it or not, i’ll be forced back home.”
you gripped the chiffon scarf, knuckles baring white as namor didn’t know what else to say. every signal in his mind told him many ways he could make you stay but he knows either way you’d be gone. and that this whole relationship you have with him is going to end even if it just had started.
“come with me.” he finally lets it out as he grabs your hand to his. “i wanted to show you something.”
“you have a gift for me?” you teased as his fingers interlocked with yours. he merely chuckles making your heart thump, alongside the feel of his calloused warm hand fits perfectly to yours. you know there’s this silent crave, a want between you two. you never acted this strange tension with him. you always thought he only tolerates you at how adamant you are seeing him, but now… you’re not sure.
“jach asab u jump'éel siibal.” he says, guiding you back to the forest, the familiar path to the underwater cave. “i want you to see a glimpse of my home.”
“k’uk’ulkan.” you scolded, brows knitting as you followed him, letting him guide you. “you had said that your nation is something to be kept away from the surface world. i am apart of that.”
“it is not necessarily talokan yet, ki'ichpanech.” he counters as you two step to see the familiar structure. he ushers you to stand by him in the pool of water but you stop,.
“i don’t want to risk this.” you argued, seeing as he contemplated at that. he was holding back something he’s been harboring, you sighed as you step back, hand letting go of his as he stands in the water. a feeling of deja vu erupted inside you. he looked absolutely the same the night you met him. just that his defensive posture were now soft and relaxed as he gently smiles at you.
“one last night, ki’ichpanech.” namor held his hand out again. “and we will forget all of this in the morning and continue on with our separate lives.”
“but that’s not all, is it?”
namor tenses, he doesn’t really know if a tinge of fear had finally come to him. you can see pass through him, every knit of his brow or clench on his jaw. and he can see you hesitate— you want this, he can tell. every grip of your mesh scarf, the furrow of your brows, the sadness and eagerness in your eyes. you awaited for an answer as he nods.
“come with me.” he steps closer, water splashing, moonlight dawning over you two. “you had said you hated to go back to your home then stay. stay with me.”
he gently brought your hand to his chest as he stared into your eyes. like a trance he is how serene you are underneath the moonlight. your face softening with realization that he’s asking you to live with him. to stay by him forever. you could feel the thump of his heart underneath his skin, he intimately pressed his forehead against yours, never leaving your sight. you didn’t know what to say but just let him continue.
“this does not happen so often. and i fear it will never stop. ka ma' in k'áat ka u detenga.” he whispers, lips brushing against yours, he is holding himself back not to rapture you here and now. sparks flew when you felt it, his other hand situated on your hip. a raw sensation you had now felt for him.
“what about my own life here?”
“i am not so cruel to not give you a choice, ki’ichpanech. but yes, i cannot risk you going back home for my nation if you were to choose to come with me.” you nodded at his words, understanding him. and now you gambled with the possibilities as namor waited patiently for your answer. your mind gambled with the possibilities, you’d leave everything behind.
“and if i chose to leave now?”
“then we will part ways and forget all of this.” he offers a small smile, concealing the pang in his chest.
“why me?” you quietly asked, the words he offered sinking in your mind.
“is it not obvious?” his nose brushed against the tip of yours, heat in his tone. “in ts'íiboltikech.”
a shuddery breath exhales through your lips. his warmth and his closeness should have been the answers but you could not imagine for a god— someone who’s deemed as a god to be wanting you. namor’s patience was wearing thin, if you chose to leave, he’ll gladly accept that, but he somehow hopes for the other one. your eyes shined, his heart thumped as your lips opened—
“in ts'íiboltikech.” you repeated his words as his irises darken, a grin forming as he gladly pulled you closer to him, the cool water splashing around the two of you. the cicadas quieting down, two hearts beating as one.
“ma'alob.” he whispers darkly, sending a shiver down your spine. those words of confirmation had him surging to capture your lips to his. he waited long enough, every night, every morning he thought of you. you were a plague in his mind, corrupting him to think of the most sinful things and the ones he yearned in his own thoughts.
and your lips were sweet, sweeter than the fruits he ever tasted in his life, and he wonders in the back of his mind if your cunt would taste sweeter. making his cock twitch at the thought.
you let out a tiny gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck, the chiffon scarf dropping to the ground. the built up tension between the two of you finally at it’s peak, sizzling down as he moved his lips slowly on yours. slow and passionate, wanting to savor it. your cheeks bloomed with heat when you felt the outline of his prick press against your stomach, hard and hot. catching you by surprised at how particularly needy he felt. but you were as well, absently rubbing your thighs against each other.
he pulls away, breathless making let out a tiny whine. “ko'ox.” he smirks, guiding you deeper in the water, your sundress getting wet but you didn’t care about that. only focused on the man who gently puts something on your face. you look at him questionably, he was holding up a mask of something.
“the dive is deep.” he explains, as he locks the mask in, ushering you gently with adoration in his eyes as you inhaled deeply, following his command.
“breathe, in yakunaj.”
•••
“amazing.” you uttered, staring up to the ceiling of the cave. glowworms were hanging by the stalactites. it emitted this soft blue hue while the sound of the waters of the cave joined in the beautiful scenery. your heart bloomed, you could almost forget about your own home by now. but a tinge of hesitance caused you to overthink this. was it right to leave everything behind? you questioned yourself, standing by the edge, close to the water.
how quick you are to throw everything away.
you bit your bottom lip, nervous you are, wondering if anyone back at the place you called home would question where you are in the following days— months even. you sighed to yourself, pushing it all away in the very back of your mind. you’d worry about that in a more appropriate time. but now here you are, feeling flushed remembering his lips, all thoughts away but just him.
“jats'uts.” his voice echoed, you jumped a bit in surprise as you turned to face him. the beads on your dress rattled, your cheeks glowed as namor went beside you. his eyes draped along your body, the traditional dress he provided for you after your sundress had been absolutely damped was an exquisite sight before him.
“beautiful.” he translated, dark eyes meeting yours. he steps closer, seeing your small shy smile. “the dress suits you so.” he grins.
“thank you for this.” you gestured to the beautiful dress, letting yourself be drawn in his beady orbs as you neared him, letting his hand slip to yours again.
“has this place always been your sanctuary?” you quietly asked as you two walked towards the hut he showed you a while ago that was filled with his murals. you were amazed to see how he had depicted his and his people lives on the wall by the stroke of his brush. the story of how the first talokanil came to be and so fort.
“yes. a place where i can be in solitude.” he nods and leads you inside, never leaving your side.
“and from here, talokan is just down below?” you looked around the room, stopping to admire the big mural on the wall.
“deep below, ki'ichpanech.” he responds, standing beside you, holding something in his hand. your eyes caught the glimpse of a beautiful ornament.
“this is beautiful.” you blurt out, looking to him for approval to touch it as he merely smiled.
“it was my mother’s.” he explains as you touched the beads gently, admiring how pretty it is.
“you said it was made for her before she turned talokanil?” namor nodded, liking the way you remembered his stories.
“as my first gift, i want you to have this.” he grasps your wrists making your heart burst. “a token for my affection.”
“you’ve given me enough. i feel like i should give you something in return.” you pouted as he ties the bracelet on your wrist, ignoring your furrowed look as he kisses you softly before you could protest more. you hummed between his lips, shutting up quickly as you eagerly reciprocated.
“it is not enough.” he says, squeezing the side of your waist. “you’ve already given something in return, in yakunaj. your presence here in my home is enough.” 
“but—“
his lips descended down to kiss your jaw, peppering down to your neck. inhaling your scent as he nips at your neck. pressing you harder against him, bulge brushing again on your stomach as you craned your neck to feel him sigh blissfully before he sucked and nipped, intent to make you feel mushy in his arms.
“k’uk’ulkan.” you whined as he chuckles.
“your body reacts so eagerly.” he whispers. “have you been waiting for me to touch you like this, ki’ichpanech?” you couldn’t respond but nod lightly, the warmth of his overwhelming. your lips are sealed from embarrassment how right he is. the scruff of his beard tickles you so as he bites a bit harder making you grip his shawl. the only item of clothing you noticed he wore after countless times you had seen him in those green shorts.
“t'aan.” he commands, hands descending down to grasp your ass harshly. you squealed as he hoists you up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. hands on his broad shoulders as he guides both of you to the bed in his hut. your back hitting the bed, him towering over you. you could see the feral look in his eyes as you can’t help but obey him.
“je’el.” you whimpered as he slants his mouth to yours again, eating you up. he can’t help but smile at how his language rolls off your lips, his mayan lessons paying off to you. your soft hands cupped his cheek, fueling the desire. his hand descends down to caress your thigh, rubbing gently before your dress pools to your stomach, lower half exposed to the cold air. namor could feel the heat he yearned as his fingertips gently brushed against your exposed cunt. you bare underneath the dress he provided, his aching cock wishing to come out.
“táan jach mojado, wáaj tuláakal ti' teen?” namor pressed his fingertip gently on your aching nub. you gasped, back arching, eyes slightly widening how the two of you are now doing this—
“please.” you begged as he only applied pressure, no rubbing or whatsoever, he seemed so smug as he had you this desperate. he shifts from his place, shrugging off his royal shawl, dropping it to the floor as he removes anything that might get into his way as he opens your legs, looking up for your consent as your eyes meet his.
“please.” you affirm again as he gingerly kisses the top of your knee.
he doesn’t know what fucking ambrosia fills his scent but the sight of your bare glistening cunt makes his whole body react accordingly. he descends down, kissing your knee before resting comfortably to kiss your inner thigh, the scent of your arousal tingling him.
“perfect.” he groans, can’t help but kiss your aching clit. licking his lips as your hands laced through his dark locks as he laps away like a starved man. you moan out, his tongue working wonders. you could not believe how eager he is to eat your cunt up like it’s his last meal. every flick, lick, kiss and suck, all over again and again making your thighs clamp hard around his head.
you fear you might suffocate him with your own cunt but you remembered the man literally breathes in water. namor could do this all day, he thinks, growling at how fucking tart your nectar is— how fucking dripping it is for him— only him.
namor melts between your thighs, in dazed and drunk. the sound of your muffled moans as the plush heat of your thighs at either sides of his face had him groaning. he sucks harsher, feeling your hips stutter as he puts his arm on top of your stomach to hold you in place. never stopping his feast, the more he licked and lapped, the more you begged with his name. his other hand could not help but slide down to his, gripping his clothed bulge, a shiver ran down his spine at the pressure that he could not take anymore.
“k’uk’ulkan…” you repeated, feeling your stomach coil in the pressure of his sinful mouth and tongue. he hums, pulling back, sitting up as his lips glistened with your arousal, fueling your desire as you whined. he palms himself, still staring down at you as you stared at the prize just under his hand. you carefully sat up, all thoughts seemingly trashed in your fucked-out mind. namor’s chest rose as he breathes in how angelic you are crawling towards him, your face dazed out and mouth glistening with your own saliva, hungry.
“what do you want, my love?” he asks as he grins making you momentarily look up to meet his eyes. you didn’t say anything as you pressed your lips to his bare stomach, making him shudder as his abs flexed the moment your soft lips touched his heated skin, the grip on his clothed cock tightened as you trailed down to meet his happy trail.
vixen. he surpasses the urge to call you that out loud, not when your hand is now shoving his hand away from his cock. he lets you do whatever you want with him, anticipation in his blood as your fingers curled in the hem of his shorts. ready for you to pull it down but you stopped for a moment as you stared up to him again, a plead in your gaze.
“can i?” you ask quietly.
something inside him breaks hearing your soft voice ask for his permission. he lets out a breath, hand coming up to caress your cheek as you nuzzled against his palm, waiting for his answer.
“je’el.” he nods, his words coming out in a slight tremble. he could feel himself succumb to the thought of you doing anything with him— everything in fact. you grin suddenly, breaking the eye contact as you pulled his shorts down completely, him helping you get it off as you tossed it to the ground.
namor groaned as his cock bounced up slightly, the cool air making him bite his lower lip as you gawked at it. you were speechless, taken aback, not expecting that it would be— that girthy in size. you gulped, remembering the countless times you would glance at his bulge whenever you two were either swimming in the sea or walking along the shore, it was something you couldn’t help but feel dirty for imagining what he truly looks like down their.
but now you’ve seen everything.
“you can take it, no?” he suddenly quips making you grumble in determination as you lulled yourself back from staring at his shaft. you wrapped your hand around his base making the said man shut up as he sighs out.
“i can.” you mumbled, totally not intimidated by his fucking length and girth overall. you pumped him slowly, right amount of pressure seeing the tip leak out a bit. wondering how you are making a said ‘god’ now weak on his knees, hearing little huffs come from his mouth but still looking so composed. you admired how reserved he looks as you dart your tongue out to lick the fat head.
“mierda—“ he grumbles, a hand gripping the back of your head as the other fumbled with your breast and whatever skin he can reach as he stays still watching you finally engulf him slowly. your mouth stretched accommodating his size as you hummed, liking the way he taste and maybe a tiny bit saltier— you were not complaining though.
“look at you.” he speaks with adoration, admiring the way you started to suck him off, letting him in deeper inside of your hot cavern inch by inch you can take. the way you are on your knees for him, glancing at him from time to time as you meet his hungry eyes. he resists the urge to fuck your mouth, savoring how determined you are to make him feel the same pleasure as he did on you. you were serious to making him feel good, bobbing your head up and down as your other hand gripped his base, pumping him where your mouth can’t reach. your eyes watered as the tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a bit as you pulled him out, panting.
the string of saliva appeared as you licked your lips, kissing the tip again as you gently put him in your mouth again. namor hissed feeling the coil in his stomach almost snap. you continued on with your pace, liking the way you could hear his labored breaths and little groans, making you smile a bit as the salty taste of him had you addicted.
this is torture. namor thinks as he lets you suck him off for a bit before abruptly pulling himself out of your mouth, making you whine. he chuckles seeing your expression before he captured your lips again, tasting himself as he pushed you to lay back on the bed. you reciprocated with eagerness as you opened your legs for him to slant himself there, cock grazing your cunt making you let out a low moan in his mouth. namor swallows those pretty sounds of yours before pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours. a knowing look in his eyes as you waited for him to speak first.
“can i?” he finally asks, grinding himself on your cunt. you whimpered, looking down to see how desperate he is before looking back to his eyes.
“please.” you muttered, cupping his cheeks as shuffles in his place. his hand reaching down to grasp himself, positioning his head to rub against your entrance as you cursed at the wet feeling.
“k’uk’ulkan…” you mewled, anticipating he’d ram himself inside of you this instant but he’s patient as ever as he rubs the fat bulb of his head on your clit, gathering enough slick before finally pushing in slowly. making your back arch at the intrusion as your hands fly down to grasp his broad shoulders.
“is it too much?” he suddenly asks, concerned, watching you carefully. you smiled at his concerns as you kissed the tip of his nose.
“it’s perfect.” you whispered, clenching around him to signal him to get on with it. namor growls as he does what you want, bottoming out in you as deep as he can go. he stills for the moment, you two immersed at the feeling of each other. a sort of fuzzy feeling of something special how connected you two are. gentle caresses and kisses of encouragement exchanged between the two of you as he finally gives an experimental thrust.
“perfecto.” he sighs, kissing you again as you grinned. namor grinds into you slowly at first, feeling the way your walls clench around him as he hits a spot. he leaves kisses on your face, marks on your neck, whispers of undying loving words how you make him feel so good. you merely moan out his name as he starts to pick up a good pace that has you desperate on him.
“jach jats'uts yáanal tin.” he pants, hand caressing you everywhere as he stares at your blissed out face. each hard snap of his hips making your body bounce at the intensity. the lewd wet slapping adding in as heat and sweat enveloped you two. you whimpered at how his cock was hitting that spot making your hips wiggle and back arch. it felt so sticky yet so good at how he’s so passionate about this.
absolutely perfect. your mind screams as you wrap your arms around his torso, grasping his back as he fucks you with vigor. your whines like a sirens song to his ears, he rests his lips on your forehead as he pounds into you. feeling himself on the verge as you clenched around him tightly as ever, a signal to him that you were also cumming. namor kisses every inch of your face before swallowing up your moans you were about to cum. your heart pounded in synch with his as he desperately fucked into you. you gasped loudly, gripping his skin, nails digging, body convulsing with pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier, pounding in through your orgasm.
“ki’ichpanech…” namor practically breaths out your name next, eyes shutting for a moment as he feels him release. one, two, three powerful thrusts sends him home as he almost rips the beddings apart above your head. blood rushes to your ears as the intensity stops. he slumps a bit, laying his weight on your body but not too much, fearing you’d be crushed. both your breaths only to be heard as it fills the silence of the room.
everything slows down the moment when his eyes flutter open to meet yours. the exact same eyes he had first met in the moonlight. your heart soars to see him soften as you kissed him gently, soft and pillowy it felt, something slow after that. your hand instinctively brushes the stray hair from his forehead, sweat beading there. he plants more kisses again on your face as you giggled, only gasping as he removes himself abruptly. there are so many things you wanted to say to him in those moment but all are left unsaid when he laces your hands together. a glint in his eyes, all you adore.
“stay with me, ki’ichpanech.” he says, as if you would leave him. you can’t help but nod quickly as ever like you did when he asked you to go with him here. you knew what you were in for and you were sure for it, knowing your heart won’t stop beating so loudly when he smiles now as you mutter a verbal confirmation out, concealing it. the glimpse of his mother’s bracelet on your wrist a wonderful glimpse of a future.
“i will.”
I FINISHED IT FINALLY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !! THANK U FOR THE PATIENCE. im back to writing finally. <3
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can i request a conrad fisher fic with ‘santa doesn’t know you like i do’ by sabrina carpenter? thank u smsm i love ur writing
I've been loving Sabrina Carpenter at the moment, thank you for the idea anon <3 It fits right with an idea I had in my list!
Warnings: mention of losing a parent (Susannah)
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Dressed in a red sweater and sparkly skirt, you were about to head to your aunt’s house for Christmas dinner. But just as you were reaching for your coat, you saw Jeremiah’s name on your phone screen. A frown formed between your eyebrows as you answered. 
‘’Hello?’’
‘’Are you with Conrad?’’ 
He sounded worried through the phone. You could feel the prayer for a positive answer in his voice, which made your frown deepen. 
‘’No. Why?’’ 
‘’He didn’t come home. He said he would. He promised Dad— He’s not answering my texts or picking up my calls.’’  
‘’Maybe he got held back at college because of the snow?’’
Jeremiah denied that supposition. ‘’I don’t think so. I called his roommate at Brown and he said he left last night.’’
‘’Maybe he went to Laurel’s? He’s talked about going to Pennsylvania this winter break.’’ 
‘’I already called her. We don’t know where he is. He hasn’t talked to anyone in the last few weeks. You’re the only one he talks to. That’s why I thought he might have been with you.’’ 
A heavy pause hung in the air as you recalled your and Conrad’s last conversations, trying to find a clue of where he was. He talked about finals and living off coffee and cup-o-noodles and how excited he was to eat a home-cooked meal, even if it was mashed potatoes or chicken that wasn’t in a nugget form. The sweater he got Jeremiah for Christmas. His roommate. His mom and the bike he got her last Christmas. It’s still in the garage, at the exact place she left it. 
‘’I think I might know where he is,’’ you said. 
It was a wild guess, but it was Conrad’s comfort place. 
‘’Where?’’ Jeremiah's urgency echoed through the phone.
You shook your head although he couldn’t see. ‘’I’m sorry Jeremiah, but I think it’s best if I go by myself. I’ll call you when I get there.’’ 
Armed with your double espresso, you braved through the snowy roads and drove to Cousins. It was a wild guess, but you were confident enough that he was there. It was the place he went to every time he wanted to be with his mom again. That house was Susannah all over. She had handpicked everything that was inside, painted all the paintings on the walls, and placed every little trinket just the way she wanted. 
Your family was disappointed that you had to cancel dinner at the last minute, but if Conrad was at the beach house, you couldn’t leave him alone. No one should spend Christmas alone. Especially not after losing a parent. 
Propped and clipped to your car’s air vents, your phone screen showed several texts from Jeremiah, all trying to get more information about Conrad. You ignored them all and focussed on the road and taking the right directions. 
After three hours, you finally arrived to Cousins. The small town was dark. Most small shops were closed — it was almost 11pm —, barely any houses were decorated for Christmas as most residents only came for the summer. 
You pulled in the familiar driveway and parked your car. A light layer of snow coated the grounds, allowing the grass to peek through. The air was crisp, and you could see your breath as you walked up to the porch. 
Using the spare key that was hidden under the doormat, you unlocked the door and let yourself in. It was dark and cold as the power was not turned on outside the summer months. The air was a bit stale too from being inhabited. 
As you ventured further into the entryway, you could see light coming from the living room — the fireplace. Using that light to guide you, you called Conrad’s name. He had to be there. If he wasn’t, someone else was in the Fishers’ beach house.
The tension in your shoulders dropped when you saw him asleep on the couch, a thick plaid over his curled up body. He looked so small like this. You got closer and gently said his name, not wanting to startle him. Conrad was a light sleeper. He stirred, slowly waking, a mixture of surprise and sadness in his eyes when he saw you.
‘’What are you doing here?’’ Conrad asked, noticing your skirt and sheer tights. He knew it was Christmas eve. You should be with your family, not in Cousins.
‘’Jeremiah called me, he was worried,’’ you explained briefly.
‘’How did you know I was here? I didn’t tell anyone...’’
No one knew Conrad like you did. You were there through the good and the bad — and there was a lot of this bad this past year. You were the one who had brushed his tears at his mother’s funerals. You knew all of his favorite songs and picked up every time he called regardless of the time. You always knew just how to make him laugh. 
You sat on the edge of the couch, giving your best friend a soft look. ‘’No one knows you like I do.’’ 
The smallest smile curled on his lips. ‘’I’m glad you’re here,’’ he admitted, a veil of tears in his eyes. ‘’I thought I wanted to be alone, but it makes me miss her more.’’
Your heart broke and you pulled him in your arms.
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no fr taehyun this mf would be so shameless and def try to sneakily finger you on the beach @.@
idk if i see yeonjun much of an exhibitionist type, like genuinely idk but he for sure has the confidence to shamelessly check u out
okay this is from june but still trying to answer older asks too <3 thank u for being patient~~ (taehyun and yeonjun below cut)
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(nsfw + minors dni, yeonjun n taehyun being touchy at the beach, fingering, cockwarming, teasing, public, unprotected)
taehyun
shaded from hot rays of sun by a large umbrella, towels covered in sand and hot air pervading every crevice and space,,, summer on the beach is something else. and maybe it’s a bit much to be sitting in the sun or doing beach activities,,, and taehyun’s content with sitting next to you under the sun umbrella and taking in the scenery, the beach busy with couples. or at least you probably thought~~ his arm wrapping over your shoulder, tugging you closer as he leans your form against his shoulder, hot skin touching, resting his other arm on top of his folded leg, sunglasses resting nearby and chain hanging from his neck,,, as if anything was different. but the moment you look away, taehyun’s hand rests itself on your thigh, gently rubbing the soft skin,,, calloused fingers climbing up a touch too far.
“what?” his casual tone, completely unbothered,,, as his fingers slip under the straps of your bathing suit, a slight smirk on his lips as he sees you tremble,,, what if someone sees? no one’s looking,,, unless you make them, he replies, voice cool without concern as his fingers slide over your folds, wetter by the second as his thumb rubs your clit,,, cute to see your eyes darting around as your hand grips his wrist weakly, both shy but unwilling to pull him away~~ and how cute, in a matter of moments,,, your shy, embarrassed expressions trying to hide the lewd ones threatening to surface, stifled whimpers as you bite your lip to contain the cute, restrained cries as taehyun slips a third finger in, fuckign you on his fingers deftly,,, his thumb rubbing the sensitive bud as you bury your face in his neck, shaky breaths and trying to hide his hand between your thighs with your bent, trembling legs,,,
think you’re making it so obvious, sugar, taehyun murmurs in amusement, the tent in his swim trunks showing more by the second,,, what can he say~~? he’s turned on by your cute and completely obvious display of arousal,,, you can’t hide anything for your life~~ and fuck, the teary moan as you come undone on his fingers, juices making such a mess on his hand, soaking through your swimsuit bottoms as you gasp, so embarrassed and shy but unable to ask him to stop,,, and taehyun who leans over your shoulder, whispering in your ear to sit on his lap,,, gonna cockwarm him~? bet you can’t think of anything but his thick cock now <3
yeonjun
yeonjun’s a tease,,, so obvious as his hands roam your curves and slip into places they shouldn’t~ sitting on his lap on a lounging chair at a beach party, the dark night concealing… his actions, loud noises and cheers covering up sounds. can’t help it after all, dressed so pretty for him in a swimsuit~? a beer in one hand and your hand in his other, yeonjun’s stiff hard on prodding your cute ass as he licks the line of your ear, murmuring quiet, flirty comments, his thumb running over the back of your hand,,, and moving it to rest above your core. y-yeonjun, what if someone sees? so what? they know you’re mine anyways… and no one will know if you behave,,, c’mon darling, know you want it~ yeonjun smirks, his both breath fanning over the sensitive spot on your ear, hand pushing down to make your cute ass press against his erection harder, heading your hiccup of nervous arousal. and yeonjun letting go of your hand for a moment, slipping right into your swimsuit bottoms as he cups your pussy,,, fuck, so wet already,,, admit it, love.
squirming in his lap as his stiff cock fills you up so full, curling up to try and hide it, yeonjun’s so amused by your cute mannerisms, taking another sip of his beer before pressing a long kiss to your cheek and jaw,,, pretty pussy’s so full, isn’t it~? and you’re in for a long night as he intentionally shifts, cock twitching in your cunny as you tremble and flinch,,, shhh, doll, gonna have to behave if you wanna get fucked later <3 pressing kisses to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot,,, and even having the nerve to call over soobin to chat, as if you werent stuffed full n becoming needier on his cock, yeonjun’s hand so casually resting over your shoulder and so close to your cute tits,,, what? know you want it,,, gonna have to beg me if you want to go back so soon, party’s just started. and it’s his favorite game,,, making you whisper and beg him to please, please take me back to the hotel, struggling to maintain a semblance of composure and decency as his cock twitches in your clenching cunny, wet arousal coating him so nicely,,, so will you~?
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PAIRING: jaehyun x afab reader x jaemin
WORD COUNT: 7.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble...)
SUMMARY: your break up leaves you with a plane ticket to Greece on a couples trip with your best friend and her partner. she convinces you to still come on the trip and you meet two strangers who leave you with memories of long nights under a stunning starry sky.
THANK YOU: I started this as a surprise gift for a wonderful friend, you know who you are and I hope this brings you joy <3 huge thank you to @strwbrysunday as always for beta reading and helping along the way, you know what I want to say without me having to say it, let's keep writing together ily
WARNINGS: explicit smut, drinking, smoking reference, breakup reference but no angst around that don't worry
PLAYLIST: Make A Wish by NCT U, ANL by NCT Dream, Sunny Road by NCT 127, Kiss by DoJaeJung
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“You’re sure I won’t be a third wheel on the trip? You can easily make this a romantic getaway without me and I can just save my vacation time for the holidays,” you speak into your airpods softly as you walk your dog back towards your building.
“Don’t be silly! You just went through a breakup, the least I can do is support you on the sunny beaches of Greece,” your best friend replies and you can picture her eyes rolling as she speaks.
It had been six extremely long and tortured weeks since you finally ended things with Haechan and even though everyone knew it was a long time coming, it still didn’t make it any easier.
You loved your friends and had done a lot of couple things together in the past, but a romantic summer getaway as a third wheel sounded absolutely dreadful. You let yourself be convinced by the fact that you did in fact need a break from work, already had the time off scheduled, and the flights were getting towards the non-refundable window. Haechan had already cancelled his portion of the trip the minute things had started to get rocky between the two of you (which from your perspective, was a lot earlier).
Before you know it, you are curled up on a plush couch looking out the open balcony door of a beautiful villa near the ocean, many miles from your apartment still filled with memories and moments with him. Music is playing faintly on a speaker and you are catching up on a book that you had promised your cousin you would read and discuss together.
“I was thinking the two of us could go for a late lunch at that fancy hotel near the beach,” your friend offers, making her way into the living room and plopping down next to you.
“It seems expensive but lunch might be a little cheaper? And the photos of the food look amazing,” she tells you with a brush of your knee, pulling the book from your hands and sliding it on the coffee table.
You agree and try to find something that will be appropriate for the setting, slipping on one of the nicest dresses you brought with some heeled sandals. You had let your hair air dry that morning so you try to wrangle it with a large, pearlescent clip and dot some blush on your cheeks.
Walking into the stunning lobby of the hotel, you watch as expensive luggage rolls by on the marble floor and hushed discussions are held in foreign languages in the small groupings of furniture. The concierge greets you pleasantly, agreeing to check with the restaurant staff to check if they can accommodate you.
He confirms they can seat you and you and your friend follow him into a beautiful dining area that opens to a patio that blends into the beach seamlessly. You’re taken aback by the intricate painting design on the ceiling and suddenly feel yourself bump up into a firm chest.
Letting out a gasp, with a curse on the tip of your tongue, you look up to meet the dark eyes of an equally startled blonde man. He instinctively steadies your arm, gripping your bare skin lightly as his eyebrows knit lightly.
“I’m so sorry,” you manage, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you meet his gaze.
“I was distracted by how beautiful this room is,” you add, flicking your eyes to the lingering hand on your arm.
“No trouble at all,” the man replies, dropping his hand and giving you a small smile. His lips tip up just at the corners, not revealing teeth, but still holding warmth.
He’s absolutely gorgeous, sandy blonde hair slicked back with a couple strands dangling in front of strong brows and sunkissed skin. He’s dressed in business attire, with a light gray suit and cream button up with one more button undone than you would expect, no tie. His other hand is casually dipped into his pants pocket, revealing an expensive leather belt.
“Are you staying with us at The Cove?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he smiled a flashing grin. 
“Oh no, no,” you stutter out, making a gesture to your friend who is looking at you with wide eyes from the table she had been escorted to.
“I’m just here having lunch with a friend, we are staying nearby,” you finish, pulling your hand up to your forearm to stroke it nervously.
“Ah, I see. Well I hope you have a lovely meal then…” he trails off, expecting you to reply with your name.
“Thanks!” you blurt out, overlapping the end of his sentence and brushing past him, your cheeks flushing deeply as you practically jump into the chair being held out for you by the waiter at your table.
The mystery man smiles again, shaking his head lightly and scratching at his temple before ducking into a booth in the back of the restaurant, out of your view.
“What was that all about?” your friend murmurs from behind the large menu. Her eyes are glittering and you know there is no way to hide how flustered you are from the brief exchange.
“Nothing, nothing, I think he works here,” you reply, before moving the discussion to what you plan on ordering, starting with a much needed glass of wine.
The well dressed waiter is soon at your table again with a bottle of champagne in his hand, wrapped in a white cloth.
“Oh no, we didn’t order any drinks yet,” your friend is quick to clarify, seeing the orange label on the bottle and your eyes widening at the expensive drink.
“No trouble, Miss, this is courtesy of the property staff to thank you for joining us for lunch this afternoon,” he replies smoothly, uncorking the bottle and pouring expertly into two waiting flutes.
You turn over your shoulder, scanning the room for the booth the blonde man had slid into and see him smiling at you, lifting his own glass of champagne towards you. In a moment of confidence, you take your own glass from the table and lift it towards him before taking a small sip and turning back around.
When you turn back around your friend raises her eyebrows before clinking her glass to yours, chuckling into the bubbly liquid.
After the most delicious meal you’ve ever had, your friend heads to the restroom to “not miss out on the chance to see what kind of bougie soap and hand towels are in there” and you once again find yourself standing in the marble lobby, feeling underdressed.
“I hope to see you again,” comes a low voice from behind you and you turn to find yourself face to face (well, face to broad chest due to the height difference) with the tall stranger again.
“Oh do you?” you ask with a smirk, stepping a little closer to him as you turn around, feeling the confidence bubble in your chest once again. You hadn’t dated much in the short time you’d been single, swiping a little here and there on some apps when the loneliness started to hit you hard and going home with a hot bartender from the corner pub by your office who said she had been trying to hit on you for years.
But something about this mysterious and to be completely honest, seemingly rich man piqued your curiosity. He seemed confident but not cocky, reserved but still warm, and might have lived on another planet with how far outside your normal life he was.
“In the restaurant, of course. We have a lovely brunch service on the weekends,” he replies with a wink, extending a hand with a small pearly green business card to you.
“Oh yes, for brunch,” you reply simply, taking the business card and examining it to find that he is the Director of Marketing for the company that owns the hotel property.
“And should I call you, Jaehyun, to make the reservation,” you ask with a smile, sliding the card into your purse.
“You absolutely can, you also can call me if you need anything else during your visit. I spend my summers here locally as there are many events my team manages during the busy season,” he replies with a small laugh, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You blush as his fingers brush against your cheek, resisting the urge to lean into the palm of his hand that seems to linger by your face.
Footsteps and a quiet throat clearing behind you indicate that your friend has joined you and you know that the best thing to do in this moment is to leave without letting this conversation wander any further.
You thank Jaehyun again for the champagne, offering your name and which villa you’re staying at down the road as small breadcrumbs, still knowing you still have the ball in your court with his business card.
Your friend is giggling your whole walk back, punching you in the arm lightly at the luck you seem to have, even on vacation.
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The next night you are seated in the luxurious dining room again, across from Jaehyun, wearing a new dress purchased from a boutique in the small seaside town. A freshwater pearl necklace is draping deep into the low cut dress and silver bangles clinking on together on your wrist when you dot your napkin on your glossy lips.
You had let your friend help you get ready for the date, pinning up your beachy waves with a few curly strands hanging seductively by your cheeks. Light makeup adorns your cheeks and your bare arms aren’t cold after spending a day in the sun.
You can’t take your eyes off Jaehyun in his crisp striped blue and orange shirt, tucked into dark grey trousers with leather shoes that you know cost as much as your car payment. He looks more casual than he did the first time you met him, but still dressed appropriately for the high end setting.
You’re sipping champagne again, which Jaehyun has admitted is one of his guilty pleasures. When you sat down at the table, the server immediately brought over the bottle to pour for both of you, explaining the chef was preparing multiple courses, planned specially for the two of you. You merely shook your head at Jaehyun, slightly embarrassed by the fuss he went through for a date with a total stranger.
“Ah, Jae!” comes a booming and high pitched laugh, accompanying the toothy grin of a dark haired man.
Jaehyun places his glass on the table and stands to extend a hand to the man, who swats it away and wraps him in a hug.
“Taeyong and I just got here and are ready to party!” 
The man who you soon learn is Mark, a junior member of Jaehyun’s team and an old friend from college, exclaims, voice a little too loud for the hushed tones of the restaurant. He’s cute with a big boyish grin across his face.
“Well I was hoping you and Taeyong would be here and ready to work,” Jaehyun drones back, glancing at you, looking to be a mixture of embarrassed and amused.
“Oh come on, Jeong, loosen up! The season doesn’t really start until next week and the company just closed that huge deal, let’s go dancing tonight!” Mark continues, swiping a thin breadstick from the basket on the table and taking a bite off the end.
“I will have to see what my date wants to do, but I’ll text you,” Jaehyun says with a roll of his eyes, placing a warning hand on Mark’s shoulder and gesturing for him to make his exit.
Mark’s eyes widen and you chuckle into your napkin. It seems as if in this moment he finally realizes Jaehyun is on a date with you and he drags his eyes over you slowly. He stammers out some sort of excuse before bowing his head lightly and quickly walks away to join a steel gray haired man who is laughing at him near the entrance of the restaurant.
“Sorry about them,” Jaehyun mutters, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he settles back in his seat.
“They mean well and are great at their jobs,” he continues as the waiter returns with intricate salads topped with fresh seafood.
“And they are two of my oldest friends, so I trust them to work for me and also keep me in check for when I need to loosen up a little,” Jaehyun adds before sliding a perfectly grilled shrimp into his mouth.
The dinner continues without any additional interruptions or excitement and your stomach jumps when he suggests meeting up with Mark and Taeyong at a nearby club. Tipsy from a few glasses but eager to see where the night takes you, you send a quick message to your friend checking in before following Jaehyun to a waiting shiny car outside the hotel.
A few shots of ouzo later, the four of you are on the dance floor and you’re currently losing a dance battle with Mark, while Taeyong is about to lock lips with a tall Greek man nearby. Mark is cackling with laughter as you start the chicken dance and he mimics your moves, doubled over at the waist and sloshing some of his beer on the floor.
You turn over your shoulder to lock eyes with Jaehyun, who is swaying slowly to the music, gripping his own drink and smiling at you lazily. His eyes are narrow and his grin stretches ear to ear. His shirt has become unbuttoned over the course of the night, hanging loosely and revealing his toned chest. The gel that once held his hair in place has lost its grip and the strands are damp from sweat.
“Getting tired, Mr. Marketing Director?” you tease, resting your chin on your own shoulder as you watch him and take a long swig from the straw in your drink.
“Oh I can do this all day, back it up, back it up,” Jaehyun unexpectedly purrs in your ear, gripping at the silky fabric at your waist, pulling you flush up against him.
You instinctively melt your head back into his shoulder, opening up a wide expanse of your neck for him to claim. Jaehyun dips down, lips brushing against your skin in a warm kiss, inhaling to take in the scent of your perfume and light sweat developing in the heat of the cramped dance floor.
You can’t hold in the moan that falls from your lips and despite the loud music and laughter in the club, Mark hears you, eyes growing impossibly wide once again and he blushes, dipping his head down and turning to head back to the bar.
Someone else hears you, making eye contact with you briefly before tipping his drink up to you and giving you a thousand watt smile. Your heart leaps briefly in your chest before he nods at you, as if encouraging you to continue. He has kind brown eyes and fluffy, curly hair and has a beautiful, tall, older woman wrapped in his arms as he dances in time to the music.
You take this opportunity to turn in Jaehyun’s arms, looping around his neck and drawing your lips close to his ear to whisper before he’s nodding and dragging you eagerly by the hand out of the club.
Your head is spinning as you stand in his massive suite at the hotel, still unable to believe how a few short nights in Greece have led to you spending the night with this man at a five star resort that you would never have the funds to visit yourself.
Jaehyun is behind you again, hands dragging down your sides and gripping at your hips, hiking your dress up to expose your thighs. He has his face nuzzled in your neck again and you begin to realize this position turns him on as you feel his growing erection press into your ass.
“As the head of the marketing department, it’s very important that I make sure every person who visits the property has a top tier experience,” he murmurs in your ear, capturing your lobe in his teeth and tugging lightly before releasing it.
“So this is the type of service you provide to all visitors? Or only young attractive, recently single ones?” you flirt back, reaching your hand between you to palm at his crotch.
He moans at your touch, sending vibrations along your neck and shooting sparks to your core. He never answers you but you know from the way he whips your dress up over your head, unclasps your bra with his teeth and pulls you into his lap at the edge of the bed, that he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in a while. You learn later that despite his team all being around the same age, he feels a sense of responsibility to focus on work, always available for a call or to hop on a red eye to meet with clients in another country. He was lucky to have this job, coming from more humble beginnings, and rising up the corporate ladder was a way for him to feel confident and accomplished.
Straddling him on the edge of the bed, now only wearing your lacy nude panties, you push his shirt off his shoulders before moving to his belt, dragging your tongue along his neck, painfully slow. He sighs into your touch, moving a strong hand to your upper back before pulling the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, stroking your soft skin tenderly. You rise up on your knees to let him push his pants and briefs down, pausing and looking at him straight in the eye once you are both naked.
“I promise, I’m not the asshole businessman you think I am,” he mutters to you, taking both sides of your face in his warm hands, pulling you in for a deep and passionate kiss.
You feel arousal begin rapidly in your stomach, thighs pulling together instinctively as he slides his tongue in your mouth. In a stark contrast to his gentle eyes and beautiful mouth that you moan into, his hands are back at your hips gripping the delicate fabric and ripping the underwear from your body, letting the soaked lace fall from his fingertips to the floor.
His hand is back on you, cupping your ass and pulling you down onto his crotch, a gasp flying out of your mouth as your core comes in contact with his hard cock. He feels so good and you want nothing more than to lift up so he can slide into you before mid-lust clarity floods back in.
“Does the not-asshole-businessman have a condom?” you chuckle into his mouth, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth as you give him an inquisitive look.
He laughs and nods gesturing to a small pouch on the bedside table, which you reach for from your seated position and let him slide it on. The tip of his cock is flushed with arousal and leaking precum, which you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of.
As soon as the condom is on, he is pushing up into you, hands gripping at your waist in a motion you know will leave faint bruises. He’s quiet, not making many noises as he picks a steady pace as he pounds into you. Small grunts and quiet moans do escape his lips every once and a while and you find yourself trying to tamp down the noises building in your own chest. 
Your whole body is buzzing with pleasure as you arch your back when he presses up into your g-spot, your hardened nipples brushing against his chest. Your reaction clearly affects him as he pulls a hand up to press your chest closer to his and you swear you can feel his heart beating against your own.
You do your best to match the pace, thighs burning from the hours of walking in the town earlier and tonight’s dancing. His hands find purchase at your waist most of the time, occasionally cupping your ass after delivering a light slap. His eyes are shut tightly and you study his strained expression, seeing how close he must be to the edge. You know you won’t last much longer either, from the hours of drinks and a long day spent in the hot sun.
“So big,” you breathe out, panting as you desperately hope you can climax together just from this one position. It’s all you can manage to say, despite the paragraphs of praise flooding your brain.
At the sound of your voice he rips his eyes open, a hungry gaze settling on you as he grabs at you and falls back, moving you both up to the center of the bed in a swift motion. The switch in position almost sends you over the edge as you dig your knees into the plush duvet and continue bouncing on his dick at the same pace he had kept.
His movements start to become more erratic as he reaches up to grab your hair, tugging hard to force a scream from your trembling lips. The pain sends you plummeting into your orgasm, clenching hard around him as he releases into the condom.
You both slow your movements and you lean forward, steadying yourself with your hand on his chest, grinding slow circles on his aching and overstimulated cock as you come down from your high. When your face meets his, you press your foreheads together, folding your bodies into each other and can’t help but breath heavy sighs across his lips.
“Hope you leave us a good review,” Jaehyun murmurs lightly before pressing up into your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist gently, as if there is any more space between you to close.
His voice is still steely and low, but holds hints of an emotion you can’t quite place.
--
It’s late morning when you finally walk the shore on your way back to the villa, dress covering your aching and bare lower half, sandals dangling from your fingertips, and one of Jaehyun’s linen shirts open to shield your arms from the morning sun. Avoiding a small family playing at the shoreline, you walk up a small path and wander into a small cafe that hadn’t been open the other day when you had been at the beach.
You approach the counter, decorated with fresh flowers in short antique glassware and smile at the faint sounds of Edith Piaf floating over the speaker. You let your eyes slip shut briefly, breathing in the salty air and tinkling sounds of mismatched coffee cups the other patrons are sipping from at small circular tables.
“I’m guessing you need at least a double shot to help recover from that late night,” comes a warm voice and you quickly open your eyes, met with a smiling man with fluffy brown hair and glittering dark eyes. He is wearing a brown apron over a mesh crochet shirt and he’s already pulling a disposable cup off the stack next to the register and flipping some switches on the espresso machine.
“Oh, so you know my coffee order? And what I did last night, apparently?” you muse, leaning against the counter gently on your palms. You feel suddenly slightly self conscious, unshowered and the breeze whipping up every once and a while making you fear that the light dress might get caught up and leave you exposed from the waist down.
“Well I just know that after hours of dancing and staying out all night, I usually make myself an iced americano with four shots and no water,” he laughs back at you, starting to pull shots from the machine and filling the cup with ice.
“Four shots and no water?!” you ask, voice pitching up in shock. His bright and wide eyes give you the impression he wasn’t joking and that he had already had quite a few cups of coffee that morning.
As you take the cup from him and pull the straw extended from his other hand, you cock your head to the side lightly, studying his face carefully. He seems almost familiar?
“Wait, do I know you?” you ask, wracking your brain for where you could have seen him before.
He nods back at you in reply, drawing his lips up into a devious smirk. The same devious smirk you had been met with last night on the dance floor when you moaned loudly from Jaehyun’s mouth on your neck.
“The club…” you trail off, taking a sip from the straw and nodding in approval at the smooth and bold flavor. “I had had a few drinks.”
“You looked like you were getting a little more than tipsy,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
You flush, gaze dropping down to the floor, taking the chance to take another sip of your drink. You’re unable to stop the tightening in your core at the thought of Jaehyun and his broad shoulders and the filthy drag of his cock on your walls.
“Looks like you had a good time though, I don’t know how a pretty girl like you wouldn’t,” he adds, walking around from behind the counter to lean against it.
“I’m Jaemin by the way,” he finishes, offering a bright smile again.
“I’m visiting Greece with friends, we’re here on vacation,” you reply, brain otherwise blank.
He’s kind and nice to talk to, telling an older woman arranging the pastries in the case that he’s taking a short break, walking with you out to the shore again, letting the morning tide lap at your bare ankles as you stand side by side. 
His hair is caught up by the passing breeze and everything about him is light and airy. The conversation moves so casually and quickly, you learn he teaches at a school for deaf children but during the summer works with his family at the cafe and spends his evenings swimming or visiting the different islands. You compliment his crochet shirt, learning he made it himself from recycled fibers from a yarn local shop and that he volunteers to collect ocean trash with some high school kids on the weekends.
Before you know it, you’ve been talking to him for almost an hour, the ice in your cup long melted but agree to come back for another beach stroll later tonight when he’s done working and running errands for his grandmother. He takes your coffee cup from you, gaze lingering on you as you disappear down the beach and towards your villa.
--
“Another date with another guy?!” your friend practically shrieks as you walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy towel.
“Oh hush, I’m on vacation, aren’t I?” you laugh at her, whipping your hair towel at her legs, causing her to feign injury and flop on your bed.
“Something’s gotten into my best friend, but I’m here for it,” she replies, clicking into your unlocked phone on the bed to see text conversations with both Jaehyun and Jaemin. They were both waiting for replies from you and your friend was so desperate to stir the pot that forwards the two phone numbers to her own phone.
Late that night, hours after you’ve had dinner with your friends, a beach stroll turns into sharing a bottle of red wine and a pack of skinny cigarettes on a blanket on a quiet part of the beach that Jaemin explains is “more of a local spot”. He’s giggly and flushed from the wine and you can’t help but stare at his lips every time he brings the bottle to them to take a long sip.
After you’ve finished the bottle, he proposes some more walking to take in the view of the night sky. You oblige him, watching him spin around with his arms open as he loudly tells you about the different constellations bright in the sky overhead. He’s giddy and in teacher mode, letting you repeat back the names as he points each one out.
“Wait, isn’t this private property?” you ask as you reach a recognizable patch of the beach area, looking up to see The Cove hotel up ahead.
“You mean this gentrifying, modern atrocity that they are planning on ripping down half of the beach-side businesses to expand?” Jaemin asks with a laugh, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you over to a small paved area with a fire pit. He places the wine bottle and blanket on a chair and lets his sandals drop to the ground next to them.
“That big company comes in, takes up some of the best views on the shore, and then charges ridiculous prices that only millionaires can afford. They don’t even let us collect trash from the ocean floor anywhere near where their guests can jet ski - which only makes it more dangerous!” he continues, peeling off his shirt and tugging at the string of his shorts.
“What are you doing,” you hiss, pulling your arms to your chest in the cool evening breeze.
“Let’s go swim,” he murmurs into your hair and you feel his nose scrunch up when he smiles, pulling his shorts and boxers down together as he runs towards the water’s edge.
Your clothes are on the ground faster than you would have liked to admit and you cover your chest with your arm as you run towards the ocean, pushing back thoughts that you’re about to be skinny dipping with a guy you haven’t even kissed.
You’ve waded out just far enough where the water is almost covering the tips of your shoulders, your hair half drenched as it floats around you in the moonlight. Jaemin’s big smile is visible even in the dark, and his hands are high on your waist as he pulls you towards him, slotting your lips effortlessly into his.
You sigh into the kiss, letting your legs wrap around his waist to keep you from dipping under the water as you relax into his hold. Just as you start to deepen the kiss, you suddenly are plunged under the water, Jaemin having dragged you under with him, before emerging with both of you gasping for air.
“JAEMIN!” you scream, swatting at his back as he holds you even tighter to your chest, kissing up and down your neck.
“I just wanted to get wet,” he giggles, voice lifting an octave as you bring a loud slap to his damp skin.
You are about to bring a snarky retort from your lips until you suddenly feel his erection brush over your clit, exposed by your position. A loud moan tumbles from your open mouth instead, grabbing at the back of Jaemin’s neck to crash your lips into his, biting down on his bottom lip aggressively. He returns the intensity by gripping your waist and reaching his other hand down plunge two fingers into your core, thumb brushing your clit expertly.
You gasp and bite down hard on his shoulder, overcome with the feeling of his long fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly and the small waves forming around you in the night air.
Unlike quiet Jaehyun, Jaemin doesn’t keep his reactions bottled up. He’s groaning loudly in your ear, moaning out your name, and stringing filthy words together that would have made even your most sexually adventurous friends blush. You’re shocked that smiley-save-the-world-Jaemin has this dark and kinky side to him but not disappointed in the slightest.
He brings you to climax from his fingers alone and you’re soon wading towards the shore, hands all over each other as you get to the shallow water, dropping quickly to your knees and taking his massive cock in between your swollen lips. He’s standing above you, his muscled silhouette stunning in the front of the seaside view, pushing your soaked hair out of your face as you lap your tongue out at his tip, teasing his slit.
He clicks his tongue and moves his hand to the front of your throat, giving a confident but careful squeeze in the exact placement for the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. You gasp and dart your tongue along the vein on the underside of his flushed member, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, even as the sand begins to grind into your knees underwater.
“Don’t tease me, baby,” he says with a squeeze, his tone all you need to push him into your mouth fully and hollow your cheeks around his length. You moan for good measure, knowing the vibrations sent up his body are what forces his head back in ecstasy. He comes across your chest with both of you screaming in pleasure and you swim back out into the deeper water to clean off before putting your clothes back on your damp bodies and wander back over to your secluded spot further down the beach.
“I’ve never stayed up to watch the sunrise before,” you admit a few hours later, sighing as you drag your fingers absently over his exposed abdomen, shirt hiked up high on his chest.
“I wanna be your sunrise, girllllll,” he sighs out, sleepy as he pushes his head closer to you on the soft sand.
You turn your head to face Jaemin, taking in his relaxed face and bright smile. Reaching up, you card your fingers through his hair, resting your palm against the back of his neck to stroke the shorter strands there.
The horizon is burning a beautiful blend of reds and oranges, the glistening blue water dark and mysterious in contrast. The sun is illuminating Jaemin’s features in a glowy haze and exhaustion is settling in, pushing your eyelids down. You stand, pulling him up and letting him drag you back to the cramped room above the cafe where he has spent every summer since he was a kid. Your knees knock together as he pushes you down on the bed and has you moaning from just his fingers in seconds. 
You end up spending the rest of the day with him, letting him make you breakfast in the back kitchen of the cafe and greet his family members and only feel slightly embarrassed when his grandmother strokes your cheek and mutters something that you don’t understand, causing Jaemin to squeal and usher her out of the room.
He wraps his arms around your waist lazily, pulling himself closer to you as you are perched on the stool, dragging your lips up to his and sliding his tongue along your lower lip and you think you might combust right then and there.
When doubt and negative thoughts start seeping in, your own voice echoes in your ears, I’m on vacation, aren’t I?
--
The rest of the week flies by and your last evening is spent cooking up everything left in the fridge, your friend’s partner grilling shrimp and scallops on the small grill on the balcony and you chopping up fresh fruit at the small kitchen island.
A knock at the door of the villa draws an inquisitive glare from you as you shoot daggers at your friend who has her head in the fridge.
“What did you do?” you ask, wiping your hands on a towel and heading towards the door.
You pull open the door to find a smiling Jaehyun, looking absolutely ethereal in a knit orange sleeveless shirt, muscular arms accentuated by the cut of the fabric. It’s half tucked into mustard linen pants and he’s wearing some beaded bracelets and a necklace dotted with pearls and dainty charms.
“Hi,” he says quietly, pushing forward to brush his lips across your cheek, hand finding your hip naturally and squeezing gently.
You close the door with a shake of your head as you watch him slide his shoes off and move to the kitchen to present a bottle of expensive ouzo to your friend who is smiling huge at his arrival.
“I thought it would be nice for Jaehyun to join us for dinner on his last night here, don’t you think?” she asks, mischief clear across your face.
All you can do is smile and shake your head at her and let Jaehyun pull you closer to him as he sits on a tall barstool.
“Is it okay I came?” he asks softly, brushing his nose against yours after he speaks.
“Of course, of course it is. I was going to come by the hotel in the morning for breakfast before we left and bring you your shirt anyways,” you reply, leaning forward to capture his lips in yours softly.
You hadn’t quite figured out how to manage the week full of tender moments with the two gorgeous men you met on the island. But now Jaehyun stood in front of you, looking radiant and strong, stoic but still warm and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell. Your mind flew forward years into the future, wondering what it would be like to date or even marry an executive at a luxury hospitality company, jet setting around the world and working for your company remotely, spending evenings and weekends with him in private dining rooms and lavish suites.
“I’m going to go clip some flowers from the front of the house for the table,” your friend offers, breaking into your foggy and far away mind, pulling you back to reality. You part from Jaehyun, moving to place the cold bottle he brought into the freezer to let it continue to chill and offer him a beer from the fridge.
“Well well well, look who I found outside,” your friend calls from the door as you pull your head back up, two bottles gripped in between your fingers. You almost drop them as Jaemin rounds the corner, a large bouquet of flowers held in his hands. He’s dressed casually, tan cargo shorts and a shirt that faintly says “Save the Turtles!”, hair damp and sticking to his forehead and back of his neck.
“Jaemin…” you start, catching one of the bottles as it starts to slip before Jaehyun moves towards you and takes them from you to open them. His eyes are narrow as he looks at Jaemin, steely gaze cold and unreadable.
You cross the kitchen and grip your friend tightly on her forearm, dragging her into your bedroom, offering little more than a weak smile to Jaemin as you brush past him.
“What the hell were you thinking?! Inviting them both here?” you ask her, wanting so badly to scream, but trying to maintain some level of control over the situation.
“Oh calm down, you know you wanted to see them both again before we leave and I know you. You would have sat here moaning and weighing the pros and cons for so long that it would have been too late. So I made the choice for you! And you can make the decision who you want to end the night with in your bed,” she finishes with a wink, dragging a finger under her eye to clean the smudged mascara there.
Dinner is far less awkward than you thought it would be, pleasant conversation being held by your friend and Jaemin, both extroverted Leos never happy leaving uncomfortable silence. Jaehyun chimes in every once and a while, making small comments and answering questions when asked, but mostly spending his time focusing his gaze on his water glass or making eye contact with you as he reaches out under the table to squeeze your knee.
Jaemin only makes a few jabs at Jaehyun’s expense, one about his company’s lack of focus on ecological conservation and another at his “bottle blonde bimbo hair”. You run fingertips lightly through said hair, muttering a soft compliment in his direction, to which Jaemin just smiles and asks if Jaehyun’s curtains match the drapes.
Jaemin is a few beers in and offers to get more salad from the kitchen for the table, returning to throw an arm loosely around the back of your chair. Jaehyun doesn’t even look towards the gesture, instead pushing up the fabric at your knee to rub small circles on your skin with his thumb, taking a long drink of water. Jaemin’s fingers are brushing across your exposed back, pushing your hair out of the way to let him caress you there.
You gulp audibly and take a long sip of wine, suddenly feeling like the room is a thousand degrees hotter as your friends bring frosty gelato out and the ouzo bottle is finally opened. Jaehyun’s hand is at your knee again and your legs are crossed at this point, thighs pushing together in desperate attempts to regulate your heart rate. 
Suddenly, you feel a second hand at your knee and you dart worried eyes over to Jaemin, who is beaming like the Cheshire Cat. You flip your gaze over to Jaehyun, who despite the fact that his fingers are now brushing up against the other man’s doesn’t move his hand and if anything, leans more into the touch. Just as Jaemin’s hand makes a bold move to slide under the hem of your short and flowy skirt, you clear your throat, causing them both to pull away.
“Maybe we can go down to the beach? Take the drinks there? It’s getting a little warm in here,” you croak out, meeting the cheeky gaze of your best friend across the table.
“I think we will stay in and clean up, but you kids go have fun,” she laughs out, sipping from her wine glass as her partner plants a kiss on her shoulder. You give her one final glare before following the two men (your two dates?) out the door of the villa and down the rocky path to the beach.
The sun has fully disappeared into the horizon an hour later and the ouzo bottle is almost empty as you each slam a glass down on the tray. Jaemin stands and says he has to pee, wandering off to a darker and secluded area of the beach as you wiggle closer to Jaehyun and he adjusts to let you sit in between his legs, facing him.
“Having fun?” he asks, voice even as he brushes a strand of hair caught on your eyelash.
“Are you? I’m sure this is way more than you agreed to when my friend invited you to dinner,” you reply, worry lacing your voice. You enjoyed your time with both of them this week and part of you was still afraid to make any sort of decision (as if a decision were needed during brief holiday flings) because you knew it meant admitting you liked one of them more than the other.
“Don’t worry your pretty head about that,” he replied, pulling your lips to his and kissing you gently. His hand finds your elbow and pulls you closer to him, drawing out goosebumps from your skin.
“Yeah, pretty girls like you should just be accessories on a rich man’s arm, don’t you know that, silly,” comes Jaemin’s loud voice from behind you, drawing a glare from Jaehyun as he breaks the kiss and pulls back.
You feel Jaemin behind you, dropping a strong hand down to your shoulder before moving it to your neck, tracing along the sides with his long fingers before finding that same comfortable grip that made your toes curl in his room a few nights earlier.
Jaehyun smirks at the sight, dropping his own hand to the hem of your skirt, sliding along your thighs and quickly finding the edge of your panties. You gasp as he slips underneath the fabric and traces slow circles along you, arousal building there and collecting on his soft fingers. Jaemin drops to his knees, pushing your shirt up to grope at your chest from behind you, dipping his lips down to mouth at your neck. The scents of the colognes are mixing together in perfect harmony, somehow working so well despite being opposite notes and undertones.
You blink back the urge to let your eyes flutter shut and sit in near silence, save the small whines that slip out of your parted lips as you are overwhelmed with the feeling of the two of you touching you at the same time. You had thought the brushing of their hands against each other at the dining room had been an accident and that both of them were playing it cool. That now appears to be far from the truth.
“Alright, Mr. Big Shot, I know you have some sort of big ass suite with a California King that will fit all three of us, so what are we waiting for,” Jaemin winks at you as he throws an arm around the other man’s neck, dragging his lips to Jaehyun’s waiting ones and running that wicked tongue against the roof of his mouth. Jaehyun kisses him back feverishly, gripping at his hip the same way he had touched you countless times before and even chases Jaemin’s lips when he finally pulls away.
“Oh so now you don’t mind coming to the capitalist hellscape that is the hotel bringing consistent tourism revenue to this town?” Jaehyun bites back, cupping Jaemin’s strong jaw and running his thumb along his bottom lip to clean the saliva that had gathered there from their steamy kiss.
You gulp hard, eyes taking in the sight of the two of them lip-locked and suck in a deep, centering breath. 
You knew that this night was far from over and that this vacation was one you would never forget.
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hyunsvngs · 6 months
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heyyyyyyy
just thinking about monsterfucking and what type of monster skz would be and the dynamics of how things would work depending on what kind of creature they are
personally I feel like jeongin gives off some sort siren vibes and yeah :)))
i BELIEVE miss @cbini has answered something similar before so miss ems my lovely dear if you have anything to ADD let me know... but here are my onions as a BIG MONSTER FUCKER
chan: oh not to be stereotypical but werewolf chan has my HEART lmao. like full on werewolf chan who has to be chained up by the strongest industrial chains during a full moon.. yeah. especially if you have to be held back by the other boys because he's imprinted on you too
minho: iiii am once again discussing vampire minho and i WILL be mentioning @jl-micasea-fics story sanguis limerence as my FAVOURITE vampire skz fic. i have nothing else to say please read it
changbin: okay i rly struggled w binnie but then i thought... what abt banshee bin? like you hear the banshee scream when you're about to die, and what if you hear him scream and then you see him and you're like what the fuck he's hot. and then he ends up changing fate n saving u and u fuck :) thanks for listening
hyunjin: succubus. a demon who plagues your dreams with such amazing sex that you wish for the day that he finally enters your room, and when he does? god, you're going insane. takes u to the demon underworld and keeps u there as his cute lil sex slave
jisung: alien jisung. i KNOW there are lots of jisung alien fics and i wholeheartedly agree w him having a cute blue ribbed alien tentacle dick that's soooo jisung. taking u to his planet too where he drops his glamour and the cutie has little antennas!! oh my god
felix: a LITTLE FAIRY. fairy flowers should've told u all how much i love the concept of pixie lixie. cute pink wings that shimmer in the light!! flutters around u like a little tinkerbell and takes u to his little mushroom home :( <3
seungmin: slenderman seungmin with the tentacles and shit. no comment on it ANY further for personal reasons (meaning... u can wait for kinktober).
jeongin: siren 100%. sexy little shirtless siren who maybe has bright blue eyes and soft dark hair and waits for u on the rocks at the beach near ur home every night.. maybe even a beautiful black/dark blue tail that glimmers in the moonlight with the water from the ocean.. oh
♡ juno
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wanderingblindly · 3 months
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hi liquid!! suzzzzuka here, on anon bc sideblog functionalities suck lmao.
☰ for the ask game? with let’s say… ybmctg & enemies to lovers?? <3
suzzzzuka darling!!!! hello!!!!! ((also can i just say i was so excited when i saw u were on tumblr after i read your landoscar office AU oh my god))
This is a CHALLENGE but I'm into it, let's go!!!
☰ send a fic and an unrelated trope and I’ll remix it
I have no idea what this is, but I wrote a thousand words of something!! It's almost, in a weird way, a preface to YBMCTG?
Concept: Oscar fucked up their first meeting when he started working at the bar; Lando's held a one-sided grudge ever since, and Oscar has no idea why his coworker hates him so much.
Jenson hadn't warned him about this.
Admittedly, he's not entirely sure what Jenson could have said. 'The talent's hot, by the way. Be cool 'bout it, yeah?' wouldn't have prepared him for this. 'This' being the man sitting dead center at his bar, an aura of otherworldliness emanating from him like a halo. He’s not like anything Oscar’s seen before – not in the streets of his suburban hometown, not in the ungodly boredom of his seminars. He’s something that can only exist here, in the spaces drenched in alcohol and debauchery. 
Oscar’s gaze quickly flicks down to his shoulders, his chest, hardly covered in anything more than fishnets.
The man’s eyes are icy in their intensity, fixated on Oscar's hands as he grips the necks of a couple beers between his fingers, popping the caps efficiently. Before Oscar can open his mouth to ask what he's drinking tonight, he beats him to it. 
"Archers and lemonade, pleeeeease." Oscar's eyes are glued to his lips, stretching into a lazy smile as he leans over the bar. The glossy shine of his lipstick looks dangerous in the dark bar, beckoning to him like a siren's song.
He's quiet for just a beat too long, brain running in every direction besides the sorry excuse for a mixed drink on his to-do list. Oscar moves quickly to compensate, the pours brief and easy. 
"I see you've met our star of the night." Jenson smiles as he slides next to him, grabbing the drink out of Oscar's hand before he can place it in front of him. The musician makes a noise of offense, flashing Oscar a look that makes his stomach churn. He doesn’t know what to do with this, with black-lined eyes clearly asking him for something as his boss sits right there. Another drink? Telling Jenson off? 
“So you’re in the band?” Oscar finally manages to say something, keeping an ear out for his response as a man flags him down for another round of shots. 
“Lead singer, at your service.” He does a faux salute, Oscar notices the broad span of his palm with entirely neutral feelings. 
Oscar slides him another archers and lemonade, hopeful that Jenson is adequately distracted by Sebastian to keep away. “What kind of music? You look very…” Oscar wracks his brain for any band to reference, realizing he’s accidentally put himself on the spot. “KISS.” He hopes they're still relevant to anyone besides his dad.
The singer’s eyes darken as the track shifts, Oscar’s sentence exposed in the moment of dead air.
“Thanks for this,” He hops to his feet, tone flatter and mesmerizing lips tighter than when this all started. Sebastian looks over with a raised brow at the sudden movement. As Oscar opens his mouth to reply, the musician reaches out with a steady head and places his fingers on top of the glass, eyes trained on Oscar’s face.
And pushes.
“Oops.” He faux-winces as the drink spills across the bar, splashing Oscar’s shirt in its force – he jumps for a rag instinctively, grabbing the glass before it can roll and shatter. “Sorry ‘bout that.”  
Someone needs another mezcal old fashioned, someone’s drunkenly calling for sex on the beach, Sebastian is looking at him with a look he doesn’t understand –
And the musician is gone.  
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Jenson whispers into Sebastian’s ear, stopped in his tracks by a deceptively strong grasp on his thigh. 
“No, you won’t.” Sebastian smiles, the one that sends a shiver down Jenson’s spine – trouble. “We’ll see what happens.”
Maybe this job isn’t working out for him. His bosses are fine, if not a little odd, and the crowds are vaguely well-behaved. Surely it’s no worse than any other bar in London, definitely better than the proper dives closer to campus. 
The main problem is right in front of him, unavoidably sitting in the center of his bar. Again. 
“What d’you mean y’don’t know how to make a hitman?” Lando asks, the heavy black around his eyes making him look vicious in the low, shifting lights. It’s the same conversation they had last week, the week before – Lando asking for a drink Oscar’s pretty positive doesn’t even exist with the confidence of a seasoned mixologist. 
“Tell me what’s in it, and I got it.” Oscar replies, sparing him a glance as he dumps a few glasses into the dishwasher. His glare makes his stomach twist painfully, like being flayed and gutted by someone seeking vengeance – not someone well-acquainted with delicacy. 
He rolls his eyes and yells towards Sebastian, half occupied with whatever concoction Jenson is creating between their two drinks. “Ya gotta hire someone more comp…” He furrows his brows, “good at the job, Seb.”
“He is perfectly competent,” Sebastian calls back, reaching out to pat Oscar’s arm gently.
Ignoring the sting of his invisible wounds, Oscar moves down to figure out what the bickering gaggle of French speakers need. 
Can someone be beautiful because they’re mean? Or is it always in spite of it? 
Oscar’s eyes, against his better judgment, gravitate towards the stage. But perhaps that’s just inevitable, eyes following Lando when he’s steps above everyone else, bearing down on them with the sheer force of his presence. 
His voice, usually spitting something acidic and pointed at him from across the bar, is raw – vulnerable – as he grips the microphone with both hands. They envelop it, smothering it, as his lips press against it and he croons out the opening to a ballad.
Goosebumps break out across his skin as the bass creeps in, lifting Lando’s voice up like a prayer over the crowd. 
The lights, flashing their usual pattern of red blue red blue, reflect against the summer-bleached gold in his unruly curls – another halo. 
“KISS doesn’t do it like that, do they?” Lando says, rough voice almost haughty as he sits down in his seat – black shirt completely unbuttoned, chest glistening with sweat and metal. 
He puts a glass of water in front of Lando immediately, dropping in a black straw. “Uh, I guess?” Oscar replies, not entirely sure where Lando’s going with this. But he’s being less abrasive than usual, the glare in his eyes a bit less pointed. “Don’t really know KISS all that well, mate.”
Lando stares at him, narrowed eyes blowing wide. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
Oscar pauses, hands freezing around the martini shaker he’d grabbed for the girl to Lando’s left. “No?”
“You don’t know KISS.” He doesn’t say it as a question. Like there’s some connection Oscar isn’t making, some red thread on a corkboard he can’t connect, Oscar looks at him in confusion. 
“...No?” Oscar’s stopped moving all together now, other patrons temporarily forgotten as he watches the range of expressions dance across Lando’s face. Surprise, maybe? Something like shock. “Why?”
“I… hate them.” Lando says simply – if not a little absentmindedly. “Sorry about, um. Well.” He puts down his glass, hand visibly shaking; before Oscar can ask if he’s ok, ask what he’s even talking about, Lando stumbles off his barstool and paces over towards Sebastian. 
He watches as Sebastian laughs, clapping Lando on the shoulder and waving cheerily towards the bar. Oscar flashes a weak wave back, uncertain, before noticing that Lando’s looking over as well – his face is red. Not just from the lights. But his cheeks, down his neck, the exposed planes of his chest, they’re red. 
Oscar flushes, too. 
Maybe if he’s sorry…
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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 8 months
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HMMM I SAW THOSE DIALOGUE PROMPTS so i'm gonna give u one before i go to bed!
“why can’t i get you out of my head?” with ranboo?? :0
xoxo love u lana take care bb /p <3
i- this is perfect. literally perfect.
i know this fic is long BUT TRUST ME ON THIS ONE !!
"why can't i get you out of my head?"
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ranboo x gn!reader
warnings: brainrotting fluff that will make you want to cry /pos,
definition: everytime you have tried to tell ranboo you admire them by giving hints
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y/n's pov
where it started !
"Hey Will?" I spoke up into the mic.
Wilbur's voice came through my headphones. "Yes?" he said, taking a sip of his water.
I paused. "I think I'm going to tell Ran I like them."
Since Wilbur's webcam on, I could see him spit out his drink in surprise.
"You- what?! Really?" I nodded, laughing at his response. "That's amazing, Y/n. How are you going to do it?" he asked.
I explained to Will how I was going to slowly compliment him and just make it obvious bit by bit until Ran finally said something.
"That's actually.... really smart." he laughed.
"I know, right?!"
brighton beach !
It was 11:38 pm at night, and my eyes were slowly starting to close. Will had invited the other Sorry Boys and I to come see the Lovejoy gig in Brighton. The show was incredible overall, but the thing that was running through my mind is how I was going to first start the confession mission, as Will and I called it.
All of us were walking down a dark alleyway that was barely lit. Street lights flickering every other minute, and closed shop signs hung on the doors. We finally got to the pier, and walked down to the beach.
Coming down to the beach in Brighton was always a treat, even during the day and it's super busy, or if there's not really "sand", and the beach is just slippery rocks. At night it was especially great, because no one was there except for the occasional teenagers. Everyone else stared at the soft waves crashing against the shore, with the stars glimmering behind it. "What was I looking at?" you might ask. I was looking at the glimmering thing next to me, Ran.
They were looking at the view in front of them, their gray eyes glimmering from the reflection of the stars above. Their hair was fluffy and had streaks of caramel brown from the early morning sun.
I kept looking at them, admiring their features rather than the once in a lifetime view in front of me.
Ran finally turned their head and saw me looking at them, instantly making eye contact with me for a few seconds. He looked back to the waves and fixed their hair.
"Are you going to stare at me or the view of the waves?" he teased, looking back at me once more.
I stared at him for a few seconds, before tilting my head slightly to the right, observing his freckles that painted his cheeks and nose. "Hmm... I think you're much more admirable." I said, confidently.
I looked at them and could see blush tinting their cheeks. I looked over to Wilbur on my left and nodded to him. I mouthed, "Mission accomplished." Wilbur smiled.
on stream !
"Hey chat! It's your favorite human, Y/n here. Today, I'm joined by Ranboo in my lovely kitchen!" I said, smiling into the webcam.
Chat went 100 miles per hour seeing Ranboo and I in the same room. Chat filled up with "y/nboo" and "my favorite streamers!!" or whatever chants they could come up with.
"Chat's really loving this duo, huh?" I smirked. I looked over to Ran. "Might as well have to deliver this duo more, shall we boo?"
I may or may not have especially chosen that nickname on purpose, since it would not only just make them a little flustered, but more flustered since we were streaming.
I kept staring at Ran. They looked at me with surprise in their eyes, but also a scolding look at the same moment. I looked over at chat to see their responses.
user444: WAIT WHAT
user555: DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT???
user10: "BOO"??? WHAATTTTTT [shock]
y/n4life: ahhh my fave duo!!!!
I innocently continued on with the stream, acting like nothing happened. And I swear, I made him blush again. 2 missions accomplished.
on the train !
Ranboo, Tommy, Wilbur, Niki, Jack and I were all on the train on the way to London to record a new vlog. Tommy and Wilbur were on their phones playing some random game, and Niki and Jack were talking about the vlog and stream ideas. Ranboo and I were just sitting next to eachother peacefully, sharing earbuds and listening to music playlists. It's been a couple weeks since the kitchen stream, and I had honestly forgotten entirely about it. I yawned, feeling my eyes slowly close and my head lean against the shaking train window.
Ranboo spoke up next to me. "Y/n, love." Wilbur and Tommy peeked up from their phones and exchanged looks with each other at Ranboo's words. "Your head is going to hurt a fucking lot if you lean against the window."
"There's literally nowhere else to sleep. What the hell am I supposed to do?" I said.
Ranboo faked coughed into his elbow and looked at the other side of the train. He then looked at me giving approval.
I laid my head down on his chest and curled my legs on the chair as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I blushed, hiding my face in his hoodie. Ran then placed his head on the seat, leaning his neck back, somehow being comfortable.
Tommy whispered to the others, thinking we couldn't hear him as we snuggled. "Deffo flerting." he said, getting the others to giggle. I saw Jack and Wilbur take a picture from their phones through the corner of my eye.
"You realize we can hear you, right?" Ranboo spoke up.
confessions !
I was walking down the shore with Ran at night, as he had asked me to come meet him there. I wasn't sure what he wanted, and I was utterly confused.
"Um, Y-y/n? Can we stop here for a second? There's something I need to tell you." Ranboo said, looking up at me with dilated eyes.
I nodded. "Yeah, is everything alright?" I said, taking his hand in mine.
He looked down at our hands and I could see the tip of his ears blush for a few split moments. He took a deep breath.
"I'm in love with you, y/n l/n. I've noticed your little compliments and flirts here and there, from the beach, the stream, on the train. Everywhere. And I can't help but fucking adore it. I've always fucking thought why you can never get out of my head. I truly love you, and if you don't love me back, that's fine. But I can only live with you knowing, no matter what your answer is."
I stared at his eyes. I'm 99% sure someone on TikTok said that a persons eyes dilate when they're in love, and just by telling and looking from his eyes, it seemed true. I looked quickly at his parted lips.
"Yes, I fucking love you too, idiot. I'm the one who flirted with you first!" I spoke back.
Ranboo tilted my head with his fingers, and looked down at my lips and back to my eyes. "May I kiss you?"
"Mhm." I said.
I felt him close the space between us, and I swear, my legs could have gone flat. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled away, and I smiled, leaning my forehead against his.
Let's just say we left a trail of memories on the way.
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The Tides Have Veiled [Ten]
Oh boy we're so backkkkkkkk
Hopefully I'll post next part soon enough >:3 to make up for the weekly October updates
Viktor x Fem!Reader---Gothic AU: Spooky Sea---3.3K--SFW*
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Synopsis:  Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say. Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts. Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.
Chapter Summary: When a storm strikes the town at night, you discover what happens when the beacon is turned off...
Tags: Strangers to Lovers | Ghosts | Mermaids/Sirens | Slow Burn | Bonding Time | Forced Proximity | Mystery |There Was Only One Bed | Marriage of Convenience/Fake Marriage | Mentions of Self-Harm (throwing off a cliff)* | This chapter returns to a think mentioned in chapter 3 if u wanna check it out :D
Taglist: @lunar-monster @bittercyder @local-mr-frog
Ten: Twisted Legends, Tragic Stories
The ocean wasn’t pleased with the memories it devoured.
October arrived, and with it the relentless rain carrying a razor-cutting wind that tried to pull you down as your wobbly steps climbed toward the lighthouse, hands numb and pale from dipping them in the freezing tidepools in search of bloated fishes to add to Viktor’s collection.
He had taught you how to classify them, suspended in a void formed of aldehyde to preserve them in all their monstrous, amorph glory. In each glass, there is a scribbled note with their long scientific names, stacked alphabetically inside Viktor’s underground studio.
All of it under his appreciative, almost proud gaze, as you move your hands around, taking in the sight of your focused frown. A pat on the shoulder as you search for the name of a certain slippery specimen, fingers brushing along the encyclopedia's pages.
The nights were splatters of rain over the misty window, the lighthouse illuminating the ghostly beach below where the apparition of the drowned woman appeared closer every time, her hand still waving, her blue lips still curved in a sardonic smile.
Today, however, as you approached the entrance of the tower, you saw Viktor already waiting for you outside, even though he had a key. His long coat hugged his lithe frame, the ends flapping against the cold air flowing through the cliff.
“Please be sure to secure your windows before dusk,” he said, his hands resting over his cane. You had no idea to know how long he had been waiting out here. “Tonight we’ll be hit by a storm.”
He had left in a hurry because he had things to pack for his upcoming trip to the city—one you didn't wish to think too much about, reminiscent of what occurred in the last. It being fantasy or reality, you didn’t wish to know.
Just another storm, just like every night, you thought, the gate creaking as you opened it, the rusty bucket pressing against your thigh with each step you took.
Of course, the ocean loved to differ.
Ever since after lunch, the blue sky tinted inky black, sunset swallowed by a formation of grey clouds; the air still and charged, ready to pounce. And it did, with the piercing flash of a lightning bolt striking through the sky, white and silver, the tail coming down to the sea.
The wind howled like a group of beasts, like the souls of all drowning men returning at the ocean’s surface to wail for their loss.
Running up the familiar stairs, you secured the ajar window with a rope you found tucked inside one of the lockers. The old ledger fell in the moment you tried to pull the rope out.
The lodger opened in the same entry as the last time you checked, still blurred, still written in a hurry, the crusty surface of the page as if someone had been crying over it.
She came in with the storm, leaving no rock unturned, no place to hide, all while looking for him.
I prayed she could find him, so she could never return. What a fool I was—it would’ve been better to know nothing, as fear has ripped out the logical part of my head, leaving behind cloudy judgments and dreary illusions that siege the tower.
Alas; my pleas were in vain, for now, I hear her banging on the entrance door, her shrieks shattering the windows. With the power gone, she’s everywhere.
Your hands picked up the ledger, tucking it at the bottom of the locker, your steps quick to wrap an old cloth you used to mop the floor in between the window’s opening to stop the rain from coming in.
While you were peering out the window, the landscape outside looked like a melting world, dripping painting in melancholic blues, black, and grey.
You turned on the light, the beacon making the trails of rain shine like amber against the windows as it rotated toward the beach. Your hands flipped over the lodge, securing that there was enough firewood for the burning hearth and enough oil for your lamp. The control room was operating as normal, machines purring happily.
Amidst the cacophony of the rain, you heard a further boom sound reverberating around the tower as if it were a lightning strike, and perhaps it was because then everything got swallowed in darkness.
The purring of the generator was replaced by your pounding heart, by the screams of the cliff that seemed to be getting closer with each panting breath you took; shadows enveloping your being when the lightning flashes disappeared after a mere blink.
Scrambling against the furniture in the dark, you pulled the lever up and down, and up again, yet to no avail. The beacon remained dead.
She came in with the storm, leaving no rock unturned, no place to hide, all while looking for him.
The words hit you like a cold-blooded knife in the chest, making your heartbeat flatten before picking up again.
You didn’t know what to do. The lighthouse supposedly had an emergency generator tied to the line of the power supply, but then why the beacon wasn’t working?
She came in with the storm, leaving no rock unturned, no place to hide, all while looking for him.
The thought of having to check the wires of the lighthouse's electricity made you shiver. The little room was not only down the stairs but also down the lighthouse itself, in the upper room of a submerged cave created at the foot of the cliffside. The room had been sealed properly from the cave system many times ago, but still, the thought of venturing inside the earth with only a dim oil lamp made your stomach churn.
She came in with the storm, leaving no rock unturned, no place to hide, all while looking for him.
I hear her banging on the entrance door, her shrieks shattering the windows. With the power gone, she’s everywhere.
You walked toward the windows of the beacon room, leaving the useless control panel behind as you tried to chase the fleeting flashes of lightning to move around.
Thud! Thud! Thudthudthud!
You froze, thinking the sound had come fabricated from your brain. But it repeated in a vulgar, unusual rhythm, new every time.
Thudthud! Thud! Thudthud!
THUD! THUD!
I hear her banging on the entrance door, her shrieks shattering the windows. With the power gone, she’s everywhere.
But that didn’t sound like a door, it sounded…
Your gaze returned to the glass, thinking that the rain had changed into hail.
Instead, you saw the pale, drowned woman standing on the little balcony outside the beacon room, body bloated and grey, fingers broken in an incorrect direction as she kept her palm up.
From her presence on the beach, you couldn't see it well, but now, you saw her other hand tucked behind her back, the rags of her dress covered in algae, moss, and even some barnacles growing on her exposed bones, there where her neck snapped to the side.
She came in with the storm, leaving no rock unturned, no place to hide, all while looking for me. Me, me, me.
And the black, hazy eyes of the woman pierced your soul, yellow teeth bared in a grin.
I came for you, you, you.
You screamed, all the air stolen from your lungs as the woman revealed a rusty knife in her grasp, lounging at the window. Her smile black and wide like a mocking grin.
“Miss!”
You scrambled against something, falling onto the wooden floor in an amorph mass of limbs as you tried to scratch your wait out the trap.
“Miss it’s me! Calm down!” Viktor called out your name, taking you by the shoulders as you lay atop him. “It’s me! Shhh, shhh, everything is alright,” he cooed, looking at your face frozen in horror, your body shivering like a leaf as his hands ran up and down your arms, trying to warm you up. “I’m here. Everything is alright.”
“V-Vik…Viktor,” you said, glued against him until the fear had run out of your veins. You pointed toward the window, not daring to look back at it again.
“Come on,” he said, taking your hands as he slowly got you down his body. “Let’s go to the hearth.”
"When… when did you arrive?" you muttered, glad that Viktor had carried an oil lamp with him as he climbed the stairs. You wanted to leave that room as fast as you could, and his presence was your call.
“Around fifteen minutes ago. Ah… I suppose you didn’t hear me knocking?” Viktor smiled, trying to reassure you.
You shook your head, leading the way through the staircase as you synchronized your steps with his.
“Why did you come?”
The answer took a long time to come out, and as you looked at him, the flicking light of the lamp made his face with a pink blush.
“I didn’t know I wasn’t welcomed,” he teased. “I… eh, I wanted to make you company. I know that here the storms feel stronger than back in the village."
There existed the possibility of him being slightly scared, too, but his answer had your stomach covered in fluttering sensations. Does he care for me?
“Um… thank you. Thanks a lot, Viktor,” you said, taking his hand to help him off the staircase.
You walked toward the table at the front of the hearth, putting the oil lamp there to proceed to light on the fire with a match and a piece of old newspaper.
"I thought the lighthouse had an emergency generator," you said, though it mattered very little, as you doubted there were any fishing boats daring to navigate through such a storm.
“It does, but I think the cave underneath us may be flooded.” Seeing your eyes wide open in horror, he patted your shoulder. “Not completely, I mean. Just enough for the cables to get wet. Eh—it was lucky that we didn’t have a short-circuit.”
You tried to smile at him, showing the best you could that you appreciated him to be there with you; though if he was trying to calm you down, his words didn’t have that much of an effect.
“Have you had dinner yet?” You said, looking at the plate of roasted fish covered with tomatoes and lettuce.
Viktor looked at the fish and frowned. “Have you?”
You turned your back on him, though your nervous giggle still reverberating on the ground floor, almost drowning the cacophony of the outside world. “Well, I’ve been busy preparing for the storm.”
Viktor hummed, his steps approaching behind you to take a pair of glasses over the hearth’s shelf. He smelled like rain, and you could see chestnut locks shining, slightly wet from the rain that slipped into his raincoat.
“That’s not good, Miss,” he muttered, brushing your cheek with the sleeve of his shirt when he pulled away. “Let’s have dinner together, hmm?”
You couldn’t stop the smile from curving your lips, even if you felt childish. “And why you haven’t had dinner yet?”
His cheeks flushed red. “Eh—duty calls.”
“See?” you teased, the mismatched porcelain clinking as you put a roasted fish in front of Viktor. “Did you have a safe travel down here? I’m… glad that you’re here with me.”
Viktor chuckled, nodding his head, taking a bite of the meat with a piece of lettuce. "You cook well." Then, when you settled in front of him, he added: “Are you alright? You seem pale.”
Your eyes drifted over the fire, mind pondering about telling him, and risking it for him to view you as insane, or not, and keep a straight face hoping he wouldn’t catch you lying. But what if he did? Which outcome will be the worst?
"Why… why does the town say that your house is haunted?" you asked back instead, pushing around the pieces of fish around the plate.
The fork fell from Viktor’s grasp, golden eyes seemingly shocked as he bore them at you. Of course, he was about to laugh at you and brush it off before you had a chance to tell him about the muddy footprints.
“There was a devastating storm hitting this town a couple of centuries ago,” Viktor explained, and suddenly the food didn’t look as appetizing anymore. “The waves were so big they swept the house down. Legend says that it was a mermaid seeking revenge the one who conjured the storm.”
Your frown deepened. “But… this town loved mermaids. They built a museum of them, even.” You gestured away, the images of at least a dozen offerings being swept by the sea. "And the offerings. Why venerate something that hurt you so much?"
Viktor’s eyes shone molten gold against the dancing fireplace. “For fear, of course.” He reclined on his seat, the wood creaking echoing in that eerily calm bubble that had enveloped you both. “Fishermen had killed so many mermaids over the centuries, that they’re in their right to be scared. To try and appease them with their memories.”
“Does it… work?”
A lightning bolt tore the sky, making the room bright white. When you blinked again, the light was gone, only red shadows left behind.
"Not anymore," Viktor muttered, looking out the window. Your intense gaze made him clear his throat. "I mean, judging it by tonight's storm."
“But what does it have to do with the house?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t telling you the town’s legends only to make you forget about it.
“Ah—yes. Well, the owner of the house, Einar Stell, was famous for selling mermaids to museums and circuses. Of course, the mermaid of the story rightfully sought revenge against his doings, pursuing him with the storm in his own house, and finding him hiding in the basement, where the rain makes him drown in a pit of water and mud.” Viktor shrugged, taking a sip of his beverage. “People think his spirit still wanders in the house.”
In a pit of rain and mud… you felt the little hairs on the back of your neck rising.
“And this mermaid…” you heard yourself saying, hoping this next story could bring you a distraction. "Is the woman crying on the cliff?"
Viktor smiled. “No. Mermaids don’t have souls, as they live a very long life. So they can’t become ghosts. The townsfolk say that the cries are of Mr. Stell’s daughter, who was lured by a mermaid to throw herself off the cliff.”
The same she does with everyone passing by it now. You thought, remembering the cold, salty air pinching your cheeks and the frozen tears as you stood with one foot over the abyss. You were about to fall for her trap, too.
You swallowed. “Do you believe in said stories?”
Viktor shrugged. “I’ve studied mythology and folklore for a while,” he said. “Many marine monsters aren’t real, but…” he stopped, the silence broken by a wail that sounded much closer to the entrance. “It would be very egotistical of me to say that everything can be explained by it.”
I saw a woman at the window, you wanted to tell him, let the knot spill out your throat. She was drowned and dead, and she was looking for me.
But why would she be looking for you? You were just a lighthouse keeper—the lighthouse keeper of a haunted beacon, in a haunted town, working by the owner of a cursed house.
You didn't say anything, sipping on your tea despite it having grown cold long ago.
Not even the constant tapping of the rain against the crystals could lull you to sleep, not with the cold seeping inside the lighthouse despite the hearth burning furiously, and you could almost picture the struggle between the flames and the winds trying to crack open the mossy exterior walls, with the rock reminiscing of all the other torturous nights like this one.
In the end, of course, the fire was extinguished with the sizzling noise of the last logs wet with the bowl of water Viktor had thrown into it.
“We should get some sleep,” he had said. “And let the fire can be dangerous.”
After the apparition clinging outside the window, you didn't dare to climb back those stairs and sleep on the couch. Not now that the beacon room had been devoured by darkness, with the flickering oil lamp guiding your way downstairs.
You remained in your chair, the pair of thin blankets thrown into the cot showing the wrinkles of your usage from this morning. You knew that with the growing cold of the unrelenting storm outside, those wouldn’t be enough to keep any of you warm enough.
Yet, the thought of climbing the stairs to fetch the ones over the couch made your stomach fall.
A golden gaze pierced through the darkness, focused on you; its twinkling reflected by the candle on the table.
“I believe we both fit in it,” he commented, awkwardly gesturing toward the cot. “Ladies first. I mean, if you, eh, if you like to sleep next to the wall. I can do it if you don’t like it.”
You were about to turn him down—that you were used to staying up all night, that he should take the bed, especially since tomorrow he would have to travel to the city to take in the exam of his successful postulation at the Academy.
But staying in the same room with him while he slept wouldn’t soothe him, either. Knowing that you would be awake while he remained asleep, as you remained alone, in a way.
You didn’t want that, either.
Besides, you were adults. People do this all the time, your brain tries to trick you in a futile attempt to push you into remaining calm. The afterthought of you’re married, anyway, didn’t help.
 To your surprise, you nodded, crawling into the cot, the surface warm from Viktor’s body as he had moved from the stiff chair into the cot to ease his muscles. The mattress dipped under your weight, some springs creaking at the movement. It was at the same time familiar, with all the naps you took during the day, but his presence made it all new again.
You lay next to the wall, the cold surprising you as you scooped closer to the middle.
Then, he slipped inside, slow and graceful like a cat, his body rolled next to yours, lithe fingers accommodating the blankets atop your arms so you wouldn’t be cold, even if so meant to scoop closer so both your bodies could be covered.
“Alright,” Viktor muttered, his gaze looked at the ceiling. “Are you comfortable?”
You nodded, noticing that you were giving him your back. “Y-yes, I am,” you said, trying to hide your face beneath the blankets, only to realize that you could smell Viktor’s shampoo from up close, like orange and sandal. “Thank you.”
You forced your eyes to shut close, to your breathing to even—maybe that way, the faking would become truth.
The wind howled outside, and soon enough you could hear Viktor’s soft snores covering the screams of the cliff, his hand slowly cupping your waist as he rolled to his side to hug you.
For a moment, you froze, thinking that maybe not breathing could be the right decision.
Don’t be silly.
… It feels… nice. In here the woman can’t find me, you thought, eyes scanning the outline of the furniture and the stairs, barely visible against the darkness of the night. They would protect you from the ghost. Viktor would protect you, too. You knew it.
You nuzzled into the pillow he had given you, letting the rain hitting the window to lull you into the dreamlands.
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bradshawed · 10 months
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angel eyes <3 / send in a character + and au for a blurb! e.g, rockstar!james or college!bradley
ok what about rockstar!jj maybank. i feel like he’d probably lay the drums maybe the bass (i’m not sure about music) but him as a rockstar would be soooo hot
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kissing u on the mouth for this ask bc it’s perfect (not as perfect as u ofc) but omg i’m obsessed. totally agree with you, he would definitely play the drums, no question, and it would be hot af. they’d be a modern day djats in a sense with jombie on lead guitar, jj on drums, pope on bass and kiara on keyboard, with sarah as their missing piece…inspired by this post! hope u like it and thank u so so much for the ask mwah ily xx
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The sky darkened overhead as the night fell, settling the anxious crowd under a blanket of stars. The Pogues were set to play in their hometown after months of touring all over the country, and everyone had gathered at the bonehead to see them play.
Smoke clouded the air as the fires in the pits crackled and danced with the slight wind. Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons alike crowded the beach and stood waiting in anticipation around the mock-up stage placed for the band.
Then came the opening notes of a familiar guitar and the crowd burst into screams. It was simply electric.
JJ winked into the crowd and they all screamed even louder than the band thought was possible. He could just imagine the uptight kooks throwing a fit, complaining at the loud music. And that’s exactly why he wanted to play here, on the boneyard, where no one had to pay to get in. Where they could play freely, as a huge fuck you to everyone who said they couldn’t make it because here they were, one of the biggest and hottest new music sensations in the world.
You blew him a kiss back, swaying to the music, the very one he’d pretended to capture and place in the back pocket of his shorts.. the crowd none the wiser.
Hints of the sun peeked through the darkness, sunrise on its way as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, holding him close as you sat on the stage long after the show, both your legs dangling off the edge. It had been one of the best shows they’d played, and with their adrenaline still high, you all decided to bask in the moment for a little longer, watching the sun rise.
JJ jumped off the stage and onto the sand, scooping your body and holding you close to his bare chest, your fingers tracing and drawing shapes into his skin while he announced that you were both off to bed and that he’ll see them in a couple of hours seeing as it already was morning.
He whispered sweet promises, nipping at your ear and smothering you in kisses the whole walk back to the Chateau. Or more accurately, the whole time he carried you back, dropping you on his bed with a fake thud, and whining at how much he missed you.
He definitely showed you exactly how much he missed you…all of you.
And when you both turned up to brunch, a little sleep deprived, hickeys coating both of your skin, money was passed around, Pope unsurprisingly winning the round of bets. Laughter echoed as you buried your head into JJ’s chest, cheeks burning and smiles never leaving either of your faces. God if felt good to be home.
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xienst · 1 year
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MASTERPOST: enstars! summary project
THE ENTIRE ENSTARS! EVENT LORE SUMMARISED: for those who want to speedrun enstars! lore
here is a timeline of all the events in enstars!
this project will aim to summarise as many enstars! stories as possible so u can get the gist of the event stories without having to read through 100 eichi monologues
credits: timeline is copied from wiki
will be updated with links after every story summary!
[PRESENT DAY: year = !]
** events will be referred to by "<season> + <index>
春 SPRING: (C)
Shiny First Years
The Flag's Honor ✻ Crowned Flower Festival
Revival Festival☆Easter Night
Palace of the Ocean
Marching Band
Spring Storm! Dancing Petals, Sakura Festival!
Gang
Sweets Patisserie
Pyjamas
Mail Delivery -> spring section 1 summary
Devil's Mansion
Spring Breeze*Iconic Book Fair
Lift the Curtains! Yumenosaki Circus
Sacrifice◆Resurrection Sunday of the Undying
Falling Cherry Blossoms*Wisteria Purple of May
Toy Box
Angel's Wings
Card Battler
Runway
Dream Coloured Prince -> spring section 2 summary
In the Rose Garden
Fresh Green Martial Arts
Yell✳︎Sprawling Happy Spring
Evening Banquet ♪ Band Ensemble
Performance! The Tragicomedy of Romeo and Juliet
Secret Labyrinth
At Your Service! UNDEAD Cafe
Leap! Principal of the Lake's Surface
Play Your Part! Cinderella's Grand Stage
Terror! Tamayori's Haunted Dollhouse
School Festival★The Scramble of a Startup Hero
Billiards -> spring section 3 summary
夏 SUMMER: (X)
Ukiyo Air Ride
Merc Storia
Hero Show
Biblio
The Rainy Season's Blossoms
Breakthrough! The Revolutionary Live Which Heralds the Dawn
Chinatown
Nuclear Ignition ☆ A Sparkling Quintuple-Color Supernova -> summer section 1 summary
Victoria
Amusement☆The Live Party of Cats and Rabbits
Gondola
Judge! Black and White Duel
Round Game
Devotion! Brocade of Driving Away the Rainy Season
Gunmen of the Wilderness
Bridal -> summer section 2 summary
Symphony*Magnolia of Blessings
Seven-Colored*Sunshower Festa
Saga*Rushing Up Rainbow Stage
Pool Opening
Comic World
Shot☆Splash Pool!
Challenge! Tanabata Festival Wishes
Dance Performance! Thoughts That Bridge the Milky Way
Facing One Another! The Celestial Globe of the Night the Stars Meet
Dance Floor -> summer section 3 summary
Dogfight
Ghost Stories
The Seven Faces of the Shapeshifting Youkai
Little Kings
Frozen Ice
Summer of Clear Skies! Summer Camp
Concerto
Set Sail! Pirates at Sea Festival -> summer section 4 summary
Kiseki☆The Preliminary Match of the Summer Live
Radiant! Sunflower Live of Smiles
Scorching Hot! The Scenery of Southern Lands and Summer Vacation
Surfing Ocean
Stars★Glitter of the Prism
Summer Flowers
Late Summer Lesson -> summer section 5 summary
Luminescence*Summer Night Festival
Yumenosaki Restaurant
Remember! A Midsummer Night's Dream
Best Shot
Holiday
Scorching Heat ☆ A Seaside Beach Match
Buddy -> summer section 6 summary
Farewell! Festival of Memories and Quarrels
Launch! The Night Sky of the Shooting Star Festival
Carmen of Passion
Lost Star*Wavering Light, Pleiades Night
Deep Sea Mystery
Drop*The Far Sea and the Aquarium
Summer Sky*Galloping Cheval Live -> summer section 7 summary
Onibi
Burning Up! Yumenosaki Academy Sports Festival
Fight! Yumenosaki Academy Sports Festival 2
Competition! Yumenosaki Academy Sports Festival 3
Cinema Theater
1001 Nights -> summer section 8 summary
Blue Filament
Cooking
Brilliant Star Air Force
Police Man -> summer section 9 summary
秋 AUTUMN (Q)
Kung Fu
Night of the Full Moon * Hopping Moonlight Luna
The Coloured Flower Cards
Special Training! Mismatched Pair Lessons
Doctor
Rebellion! The King's Horseback Ride
Kiseki★Blitzkrieg Autumn Live
Robin Hood -> autumn section 1 summary
Science
Fruits Parlour
Happening◆Music Festa of Reversals
Secret Acts! The Moonlight Scroll of the Elements
Festival*Graceful Fleur De Lis
Toryumon
Rosicrucian Story
Showtime
Howl★The Rockin' Star of the Night Sky -> autumn section 2 summary
Afternoon
Boutique
Raising Curtains! Dark Night Halloween
React★Magical Halloween
Lots of Monsters☆Sweet Halloween
Cacophony◆Whirling Horror Night Halloween -> autumn section 3 summary
Enjoyment♪ Autumn School Trip
Invitation★Black Blood Banquet
The Golden Wind*Wishing Live of Encouragement
Teddy Bear
Colourful Autumn
Meikyoushisui
Hot-Blooded Tough Guy
BADBOYS -> autumn section 4 summary
Scramble * Toyland in a Dream
The Songbird’s Song*Soirée in the Canary Hall
Underdoctor
Autumn Forest
Discovery! Steampunk Museum -> autumn section 5 summary
冬 winter (D)
The Wolf and Red Riding Hood
Greek Legends
Philosopher's Guidance
SnowboardDream of the Butterfly
Rail◆The Cat in the Snowy Winter and the Camellia Train -> winter section 1 summary
Nocturne
Snow Globe
Agents
Snowflake❄Street Performance Of The Falling Stars
Shine! A Sparkling Starry Night Festival!
Winter Santa -> winter section 2 summary
Brilliance★Knights' Starlight Festival
Noel*The Angels' Starlight Festival
Carol*White Snow and the Christmas Eve Starlight Festival
Radiant☆Hot Holiday Party
Throwing! A Snowy Silver-White Snowfight
Eccentric -> winter section 3 summary
Kiseki☆Winter Live Showdown
Winter's New Year Shrine Visit
First Dream Tales (Part One)
First Dream Tales (Part Two) -> winter section 4 summary
Zodiac (Part One)
Amusement Park Show
Zodiac (Part Two)
Daikagura! Celebratory New Years Live
Showdown! Magnificent Phantom Thief VS Detective Brigade
Transparency and Masks -> winter section 5 summary
Clash of Arms! Opera of Moonlight Romance
Dance on Ice
Depart☆Blue Skies Dream Travel
Opening★The Fortune Banquet Live
Saga*Clashing Rebirth Live
Revival☆Dream Diner Live
Shoufuku*The Ogres and Brothers' Setsubun Festival -> winter section 6 summary
Last Period
Jewel Candy
Poison À La Mode
Tea Party
The Four Beasts of Fistfighting
Salon de Thé -> winter section 7 summary
Sincerely! Bitter Chocolat Festival
Melty❤Sweetly Unraveling Chocolat Festival
Decorate♥Crimson Chocolat Festival
Marble ♥ Heartfelt Chocolat Festival
Home Party
Onigashima -> winter section 8 summary
Yumenosaki Youth Radio♪
Military
Cunning ◆ Wonder Game
Beauties of Nature
Flutter! Chick and Emperor's Triumphant Return -> winter section 9 summary
[NEXT YEAR: year = !+1]
!+1 spring i think? (context: third years in ! are graduating)
Beasts
Memorial◆Class Live We Make Together
Noble Game
Chuunibyou Trouble
Bouquet of Desire
Chorus★Operetta of Beginnings -> !! spring section 1 summary
Every Pitch With All One’s Heart! Youthful Play Ball
Clash! Recollect--A Festival of Giving Back
Baton Pass! Repayment Festival of Tears and Bonds
Moment*The Repayment Festival of Moving Forward Toward the Future
Requiem*Sword of Oaths and the Repayment Festival
Link♪The Symphony that Starts from Here -> !! spring section 2 summary
!+1 post-graduation stories
Photoshoot! Warm Athletics
Puppy Mischief Picnic
Bounce! Hearts and Flowers Bloom--Mall Live
Strawberry Picking -> post-graduation summary
[BACKSTORIES: read with caution *** recommended reading is from year = enstars!]
(year: !-12)
(1) Rainbow (2) Revival - 20
(year: !-several)
(3) Gang: Midnight Gangster
(year: !-2)
(4) Zodiac (5) Meteor Impact (6) Jingle Bells
(year: !-1)
(7) Reminiscence*The Crossroads of Each One (8) Reminiscence*Monochrome Checkmate (9) Reminiscence*Spring Cherry Blossoms and a Night's Encounter (10) Reminiscence*Ryusei Bonfire (11) Reminiscence * End of the Marionette's Strings (12) Reminiscence*Gathering of the Three Magicians
-> all backstories summary
AND... THAT'S IT! THATS THE ENTIRE ENSTARS! SUMMARISED
a few things to note:
main story not included -- because it should be read before everything
CN/TW exclusive not included
timeline is definitely shaky but overall flow of stories should still be okay
-project start date: 17 Oct 2022- -last updated: 22 Mar 2023-
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Monday updates...(was a Sunday 7 but...)
1. My neighbours have 2 Asian pear trees in their front yard, with which they don't do much. Not surprising, as they are fascists who seem to enjoy guns more than good fruit. So when they asked if we wanted some, I grabbed my ladder and got to it after I mowed my yard and cleaned the driveway. And 45 lbs of pears were liberated from their fascist overlords, and will be rehabilited in medium-heavy syrup later this year.
2. I played a cool gig the other night. Super nervous for some damn reason, but I played and sang really well with only one request for Jimmy Buffet's "why don't we get drunk and screw"(and one rendition of the story of my mom and aunt getting blasted on spodie on memorial day howling that tune as they stumbled down the Grayland Beach road making nuisances of themselves, which accompanied the 'why I don't play that song' story.)
3. Somewhat related: anybody see that story on the news about the kid who found that gorgeous diamond at the crater of diamonds state park in Arkansas? My father figure did the same thing, while walking with Bill Clinton(the bullshitting must have been epic, and I say that lovingly), and my father figure put his into his shirt pocket...which had a hole in it. Moral of the story- let your wife fix your shirts(My grams had a great touch), and sometimes the story is better than the find.
Oh who am I kidding about the find, WAY TO GO KIDDO!!!!
4. I started my new job this week. They say you never forget certain calls when you are dispatching 911, and eventhough I was only listening in, my trainer had one of them. It was horrible, but it had an ok outcome. And while I like the job, there's a bit of a complication...
5. I have been accepted into the MBA programme for International business at WSU. It's not Foster at U Dub, but I only had a 3.3, not a 3.9 GPA, and Carson is nationally ranked too. Thrilled is not the word- elated is more appropriate. So instead of staying here, I need to look for a management position to kick start my resume- who knows what thats gonna look like in 3 months. And thank you to @redsimple for making sure I evaluated with a 'bang for the buck' attitude. Now to pay for it... lol... let's just say there's gonna be some serious financial maneuvers in the next 4 weeks.
6. Thinking about hopping in the car and driving down to Roseburg, OR for the annular eclipse in October. Over 4 mins of darkness... so yeah, totally worth it. I need to get out of the house, H and Buggy need it too. Plus...#astronomy!!!!!
7. If you've made it this far, thank you for being part of this community and the help you have given me to move forward. The affirmations, the little bits of confidence are helping shore up my foundation. I got a long way to go, but seriously I appreciate you all. Much love from the land where the big water meets the big woods.
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— EVENT STARTER CALL
hiii i wanna get some even threads going for minhae, so if anyone wants to write smth for the event, like this post and i'll write us up a random starter !! i'll go off of any plotting we've done, but it's also okay if we haven't finished plotting/haven't done any! since minhae's p new to yeonghae, we can always have it be their first time interacting &lt;3
i put some ideas are below the cut, if there's one u prefer just lmk!! otherwise i'll randomize smth from this list or specific to our muses. :~)
minhae bought one of the tainted flower charms from the enchanted florist and now there's some lesser darkspawn following him ? cue him running into muse while he's trying to run get rid of it.
minhae is just minding his own business poking around market square during the festival when someone pickpockets him. naturally he goes to hunt the pickpocket down and ends up finding muse. muse wasn't the pickpocket, but maybe they end up going with him to find the person ? maybe stop minhae from shooting a fireball into their face bc that's not how justice works around here ?
muse runs into minhae close to midnight on the road to the wetlands, apparently getting ready to find that tree altar alone. maybe muse was planning to visit the altar too or they think watching him slosh through the mud is going to be good entertainment or they don't think he should go alone bc the night is dark and full of terrors, but either way, they end up delving into the wetlands together?? maybe get into a dire situation.....
muse runs into minhae doing some kind of ritual down the beach in an attempt to speak to his sun god.....maybe muse is interested in the ritual too or just wants to see what actually happens? minhae opens it up to them at some point too, insisting that muse could also ask the sun god a question, but whether muse actually buys into it or not is up to you. idk, maybe moments of melancholy! minhae is confused why he hasnt been able to speak to his god!
muse and minhae cross paths on their way to that pirate ship from the event and end up looking around the ship together, maybe trying to understand more where it came from or what the items are for?? maybe we can work in whatever they took from the trove ?
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phantomenby · 2 years
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Could you not
Anonymous asked:
the boys having their eyes on someone who they first plan on feeding on but then while kinda stalking them the reader gets harassed by some guy and before they know it the reader is absolutely beating his ass but not even like . normal fighting,just absolutely animalistic type shit and they are shocked that a human can look that freaky just cursing and going hamthey realize that they now gotta find a way to befriend reader bc damn
yeth here u goe <3
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You were on your last leg. Today had been hell.
First you had woken up late to the sun blinding you and your room feeling like a sauna. Then the shower broke mid-way through and you had to screw it back on as it sprayed into your face.
The bus never arrived. Not late, not early. No it just didn't show up and you had to find out the driver had mysteriously vanished the night before.
And work. Work. Work was hell, you did not get paid enough. As if the massive amounts of people visiting from the summer wasn't bad enough, two people had also fucking vanished.
You were sure the missing board by the oceanfront was as thick with posters as it was wide by now.
And you boss was a dick, lecturing you even as you were trying to serve customers their drinks. When you spilt coffee onto your pants he damn near fired you. Like it wasn't his beer belly that thwacked the mug off the side of the counter.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Hopefully, it would pass, and you would be able to relax at last. Or you would head down to the gym and punch something til your fists bled. Either option would suffice.
You had to go home first. You still stank of that damn coffee.
-
Now you were freshly showered and changed into some dark denim jeans and a cropped pink shirt, your abdomen peeking out and enjoying the soft summer breeze caressing your skin.
It was soothing. But you were still tense.
When your neighbour, Bernard, saw you he asked if you wanted to come burn off some steam with him down at the beach. But you were sure if you saw any of those damn surf nazis you would have broken one of their jaws.
No. You would rather go to Johnnys downtown, there you could pummel someone who wouldn't testify against you in court.
You had been walking for no more than a mile, feet thumping on the concrete path towards your destination. Turning you headed down the wide alley you always passed through, it cut only five minutes from your walk but it meant you avoided the little bakery you adored and spent far too much money in.
Your bank account had already taken a beating from buying a whole new bed, last thing you needed was debt by pastry.
"Hey! Buddy! Where ya goin'"
Why, just why. Why. WHY.
The thing that had begun to follow you was a rather, grimy man. He stank, you thought it was just the usual mystery alleyway stench but now you knew the true source.
You began walking faster, determined to escape any kind of confrontation.
"Hey I'm talking to you-" a hand grabbed your arm and you reeled away from it, gagging as the full stench of him overwhelmed your sensed.
"Christ-" you stepped back, shuddering at the leery gaze thrown your way, "take a bath before you go round harassing people man."
Oh he didn't like that
"The fucks that supposed to mean?!"
You flinched as spit spewed from his mouth, turning to walk away, "it means you stink."
A fist hit your back and you froze, turning with a manic expression.
"Did you just punch me??" as if it could even be called that, you had baby cousins who could do more damage.
He swung again and you dodged, listening to him egging you on in an attempt to rile you up.
Unfortunately for him you were very much already riled the fuck up.
"Fine, you wanna fight?" you pushed him back by the shoulders, making him stumble back.
"That all you got bitch?"
You shook your head, "nope", then your fist swung away, hitting his jaw leaving a burning bruise you were sure would be yellow by the end of the day.
He didn't stay still for long, clearly unable to tell when he was outmatched. Instead, the guy went towards a large bin, reaching in and pulling out a plank of damp wood.
Ew.
He held it in front of him like a sword and you stared befuddled, what did he want? To duel?
"What is this?" getting straight to the point, watching as his eyes flickered between you and his weapon.
"Its wood"
Christ.
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Marko was bored, and so Paul was bored, which meant Dwayne was unentertained and also bored. David didn't care but he would follow his mates anywhere, figuring whatever they came up with to do would provide him some entertainment.
So they followed their curly-headed friend. Who insisted on ditching the bikes and practising his jumping skills on the roof tops of downtown Santa Carla. Why they didn't know, since they could literally fly anywhere and everywhere they wished to go.
"Why are we doing this?" Dwayne watched as Paul scaled an old redbrick building, claws making dust fly off the wall as they dug into it.
Marko shrugged, swinging upside down on a lamppost, "why not."
The brunette sighed, sitting down and letting his legs hang over the side of the building he was stood on, silently praying for his friends to fall and get hurt in some miraculous way.
A soft breeze was drifting around the town, and Dwaynes hair was already mussed out of its neatness, and he had only just cleaned it. He huffed, looking around for something to do. David was pulling little stones out a wall with great interest, inspecting them for a minute or so like a curious child before tossing them towards the street where he knew cars were parked. The other two were no better.
It passed again, and he tucked his hair into his jacket so it wouldn't tickle his nose. By doing this he had exposed himself to the mysterious smells carried with the wind, but the worst it would do was expose him to new scents.
Something sweet passed by, and he twitched, taking a sniff. Marko glanced at him, arching a brow.
Dwayne shook his head, he hadn't caught it strong enough, the wind was moving too fast with the incoming storm. He waited, hoping it would come again.
And it did, much stronger. Whoever it was, whatever it was, was bleeding. He stood, nose pointed up and Paul cheered.
"Go on blood hound! Find something tasty!" Dwayne growled, shooting Paul a sharp glare. His attention was quickly taken away as another gust passed and he began to move swiftly along the rooftops, his brothers following eagerly.
He led them just a few streets down, perching on a fire escape above an alleyway where two figures were tussling poorly.
"Well well, what do we have here," Paul bent over the railing, eyes gleaming as he watched the two. It was clear where the tasty scent was coming from, the one who wasn't covered in shit and piss, nothing could get through a scent that pungent.
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"Ready to give up?" you were a little out of breath, at this point the gym was unnecessary, beating up this little shit had burned way more energy than you expected.
You got only a groan in response, watching as the figure stood hunched with his palms pressed to his thighs.
He shook his head and you rolled your eyes, fists raised in front of you, "bring it on then, bitch."
The man roared, eyes wide as he sped towards you, mouth open.
What the fuck-
You spun out of the way of his biting teeth, teetering back and almost falling on your ass. The last thing you expected from him was to resort to using teeth.
Looking around you spotted the wooden plank from earlier, now battered from the guy swinging it into the ground whenever he missed you, only hitting you once before you had kicked his hands making him drop it.
"Oh fuck it-" you picked it up, wincing as a splinter pierced your skin, "you've left me no choice pal."
You raised the weapon, swinging it down on his shoulder when he ran at you again, wincing at the loud wail he let out. He didn't deter though, returning to his speedy approach, never wavering as you rained blows down upon him.
What on earth was he on.
The guy was invincible, and you were debating asking him for whatever must be running through his veins to make him last that long.
"Would you just cut it out-!" you lifted your arms slightly, and the wood struck, hitting harshly against his skull. He fell, body landing on the hard ground like a sack of flour. "Oh shit."
You were definitely going down for murder. Walking towards him you nudged his side with your foot, he didn't even twitch.
Reaching down you felt his neck, searching for his pulse. It was there, weak but strong enough.
"Oh thank god"
Looking around you saw you were alone, the streets bare and no one driving by. Surely you could walk away, no one would be surprised at another drunk ending up beat up.
Something creaked from above and your head snapped up, meeting empty air. Nothing. There was nothing there, just some old rusted fire escape.
With one last glance at the man you grabbed your bag, throwing a ten dollar bill on him and swiflty exiting the end of the alley you had entered from, trying to hide your bruised fists beneath the end of your sleeves.
Your anger had been replaced with anxiety, but you could deal with that.
You could feel eyes burning into the back of your head and turned one last time, glancing around at the buildings. They were still empty, probably abandoned like a good chunk of the buildings along the back streets. Still, you couldn't shake the feeling of not being truly alone.
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"Well damn" Paul had been watching like a hawk, he and Marko cheering the little human on in their minds as they fought the drunk. It was pretty entertaining, though they were surprised when you began by holding back.
Not that they knew you were until you finally started beating the ever-loving shit out of your harasser.
Even Dwayne was pretty happy with the nights events. He shared a look with David, who smirked, looking in the direction you had left from.
"Come on boys, I think we just found a new toy to play with"
Marko whooped, grabbing Paul and pulling him to the sky with him, eyes brighter than they had been in a while.
And you, poor human you, had no idea what you had brought down upon yourself.
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