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GENTLE, PLEASE

PAIRING: Alastor x Wife!Reader SUMMARY: Y/N, like the nervous wreck she is, can’t stop spending her free time worrying over something that’s not even a big deal. Of course, one thing lead to another. (Thank you, Charlie, for letting them have the day off). WARNINGS: (SFW) Reader is female, Reader is hellborn, Reader is VERY anxious (alastor as well, but not too much), reader is sensitive obv, angel is angel, usage of y/n, established relationship cussing on both parts, Alastor owns readers soul. (NSFW) alastor’s pain kink shows a little bit, lingerie, reader is TIGHT, reader is also virgin but is registered adult!!!, mention of a safeword, p in v, slight orgasm denial, reader’s tears, soul-chain bondage, alastor knots. Mentions of pregnancy^^ idk if there’s angst in this that counts but both have a good ending so dw (LMK if i missed anything!!!!)

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Alastor was a man of his word.

Y/N was sitting in her room, tired from her piece of vibrating plastic that brang her ‘pleasure’.

“You look gorgeous in your bliss, darling.”

Whenever Alastor rubbed her, ate her out, it made her feel real pleasure, though.

But, did he?

What was real pleasure?

“I’m too big for you, sweetheart, maybe another time.”

Another time.

Did he want another time?

“You’re almost like Charlie’s mother, Hah! We’d make great parents.”

The look he gave you.

Y/N felt so relieved after hearing Charlie was going up to heaven for a meeting just a moment ago, but now all of these stupid…that’s mean. All these overwhelming thoughts were plaguing her head.

She threw the piece of plastic across the room.

She had to give him something.

when was the last time you talked to him? when was the last time you crossed paths with your husband during work? when was the last time you cooked for him?

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22:10 PM

She couldn’t sleep.

Was she good enough?

Ugh.

She put on a flimsy oversized shirt she usually wears to bed, some polka-dot pajama shorts, and white, knee-high socks.

She didn’t bother to change her underwear garments from the night before.

Y/N looked around before heading out of her hotel room, in case anybody saw her, to Alastor’s room.

Y/N was so happy when Alastor ‘accidentally’ mapped her room next to his on one of the secluded floors when the hotel was being rebuilt. How happy she was, indeed.

Knock knock knock

Silence. but only for a moment before she heard and felt the soft familiar static come closer to the other side of the door.

“Come in, mon cher.” He greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside. His room looked neat and clean, unlike Y/N’s. mostly because there wasn’t much stuff…and he had a whole bayou, making the room bigger.

She nervously walked over the the edge of his bed and sat down, breathing in the smell of his familiar cologne.

“Whats keeping you up so late? you’re usually a slumbering baby at this time of night!” He chortled, sitting down next to her on the plush bed of his.

Fuck.

He was wearing silk pajama pants and a robe, but the robe was just barely tied tightly, exposing a majority of his chest. His monocle was placed elsewhere and his hair was slightly disheveled.

Crap, you woke him up didn’t you.

“…I don’t know.” You dumbass, wrong answer! she scolded at herself.

Alastor chuckled again, “Just missed me?” he asked.

That reminded Y/N of back then. When it was simple and new between them. Before they went to this hotel, decades ago when the two met. She would always go over to his manor in the middle of the night after roaming the streets and feeling lonely.

Ah, yes. Now i have to work for the princess.

“…Yeah…missed you.” Y/N forced a smile alongside that little white lie.

He sighed, “…Alright, what’s going on?” He placed a place on her tensed shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, gently.

Cornered. Y/N didn’t have a choice, “Do you…Do always mean it when…fuck- when you s-say you-um- want to have a child with me?” She said without breaking her eye contact to the floor.

You didn’t have to say it like that, fucking hell

Alastor’s movements froze. “…a…um…” His smiled turned strained, “-a spawn?”

Y/N teared up. there was no way she was getting out of this one.

She whimpered, “…sorry.” before her hands shot up to her face, Alastor grabbed her wrist-

“I would love to. Y-You know I am a man of my word…” Alastor confessed with a chuckle, “-But…only if you are comfortable with it, mon amour.” Alastor went to her eyes level to try and meet her eyes.

Y/N froze. Her tears stopped.

…Holy fuck.

Y/N looked at him, to search for any disapproving emotion in his eyes.

None.

“…I-I want to.” Y/N confessed back, “…too.”

Alastor’s smile softened, he pulled Y/N with ease into him lap, “I’m glad,” and immediately kissed her.

The kiss was soft, sensual, gentle, even. Alastor’s hands began to roam under her shirt once she opened her mouth for him.

Alastor broke away from the kiss for a moment, a string of saliva connecting to their lips, “Y/N…?” he tugged on her shirt.

Oh god, what do i say?

“…Is there something wrong?” Y/N silently panicked.

Alastor widened his eyes for a moment but then softened his demeanor, “You shirt. Can i take it off?” He kissed her lips once more.

Fucking idiot. A brain dead patient would’ve known what that meant.

“…Yes.” She smiled nervously as he broke the the kiss.

Alastor nodded before bunching the hem of her shirt in his claws, “arms up, dear.”

As Y/N put her arms up, letting him gently take off her shirt, Alastor noticed how she was…wearing lingerie.

The lingerie that she wore the night before.

see what i did there

As Y/N put her arms down, she noticed how Alastor was staring at her under garments…

That she didn’t change from last night.

Y/N squeaked and ripped the bra off her body, tossing it away and into the bayou.

Now you’re bra-less.

Y/N slowly look up at Alastor, afraid he was going to scold her for not caring about her hygiene and stuff like that.

Alastor had always scolded her for skipping certain chores to, ‘take the weight off Alastor and Nifty’s shoulders’ whether it be showers, making the bed…laundry.

Dirty landry.

Alastor sighed, “I love you, Y/N,” He laughed softly, “-my clumsy doe.” He finished the sentence with a lustful growl, his claws tickled down her spine, arching her back.

“…I…I love you, t-“ almost immediately, Y/N was pinned down into the center of the bed, Alastor lips crashing onto hers like a starved man.

Fuck yeah, it was hot.

Alastor began to knead his claws at her breasts, squishing them so.

he grinder himself to her clothed core, making her throb for his touch, some contact. It almost felt like all those other times.

…but…it didn’t feel right.

Alastor, after needing a breath of air, noticed the tiniest hint of this, and grown worried,

“Are you alright, dearest?” He checked in.

She was unsure. Yeah, she was in the mood…but she just felt nervous, and he felt so confident.

“…anything i could do?” Alastor questioned once more, still hovering over her, his antlers slightly sizing down.

Think, Y/N, you were fine before, what was he doing before…

“…can you um…be gentle?” She winced, thinking that she sounded like some kind of needy loser. Oh, lord-

“-Why…o-of course, mon cœur.” he reassured, rubbed his thumbs over her small, plush breasts because kissing her once again.

Nothing could have compared more to how satisfied Alastor felt when she moaned.

It wasn’t a pornographic moan either, it was…natural. needing, almost.

Once Alastor slipped his tongue into her awaiting mouth, he began to unwrap his robe, tossing it to the ground and leaving his chest bare for her.

She gasped, “Oh, Al…” before she could wrap her arms around his neck, she felt him tug at her loose shorts,

“May I, darling?~”

Y/N nodded like a frantic woman, lifting her bottom up so he could take off her shorts, awaiting to find her panties completely soaked.

He pushed her bottom down with ease, “Dear, you seem to be completely moist,” Alastor commenting with the low vibration of static in his voice, making Y/N blush frantically. “Tell me, what turn you on so much? Perhaps…” Alastor swiped a finger through her panties, making her yelp. He then brang it back up to his mouth and licked itc moaning softly, “…was it my switch in demeanor?”

Y/N clenched as the sight. Alastor scooted back and lowered herself to her pussy, licking her slowly through the cloth guarding her. When he got to the location of her pearl, he pushed his tongue down onto it, receiving a moan from the receiver.

But his tongue wasn’t enough at the moment.

She wanted more.

“N-no…please, Alastor…I want you.” Y/N pleaded. she was impatient, she couldn’t just sit there and go through what was the usual.

She needed more.

He growled. “Anything for you, ma lumière.” Like an inpatient man, he tapped the bottom of her butt, signaling her to raise it. She did so, and almost immediately did he swiped her panties off of her, resulting in a gasp from Y/N.

Alastor crawled over so his pelvis was just on top of her. standing straight on his knees.

Alastor unbuttoned his silk pajama pants, his hard cock springing free right out of his boxers.

Nothing could have prepared Y/N from how big it looked.

Estimating, it was probably 7.5 inches minimum, and have mercy on her-

It was seriously…thick.

She looked up at Alastor worried. Alastor noticed this and softened his expression,

“You’ll be okay. I’ll go slow for you.”

Y/N nodded, but it certainly didn’t make her feel any better. She was still clenching her womanhood as well, just slightly at the thought of how bad this might hurt.

Alastor sighed. “The safeword is…stop.” Alastor told her. Hopefully that would make her feel safer.

…she opened for him.

When Alastor looked down to examine her, he saw how each second she opened, her juices would stick to her pussy’s lips in strings.

His dick physically throbbed more.

After hooking her legs up and around her waist, he lowered his body down more so that his cock was in lined with her vagina.

Slowly, he rubbed his length up down down through her folds, collecting as much natural lube as he could for her pleasure.

-But the sounds definitely weren’t helping, making Y/N face glow a darker tint of red than before. So, she just zoned out to the rumble of Al’s static.

What snapped her out of her zoning, although, was the burning of her hole, hissing in discomfort.

“Shhh…” Alastor hushed, “Just let me put the tip in, then i’ll stop.” Alastor, still, waited for confirmation.

Fucking pussy, Y/N thought, can’t even take the tip?!-

“o-okay.” She grasped onto his shoulder for an anchor in the pain. I can get through this.

Alastor still gave her a moment before shoving the full tip in, making her wince in pain, squeezing his shoulder.

Alastor hushed her again, “relax for me, darling…” he lowered his mouth to her left nipple, softly suckling on the nub, and effort to ease the pain. As Y/N released more moans, bringing one of her hands up to rub the lonely breast.

After a moment to let her settle around him, he pulled away from her nipple with a pop, bringing her hand back up to his shoulder.

“Just relax for me…” Alastor suggested before closely pushing some more length into her. “You,” he groaned, “You’re doing so good for me…”

How is she so tight?

Tears began to form in Y/N’s waterline. Alastor looked up at the sight and pondered what he could do. After a few moments, he stopped until he was just halfway into her, he leaned down once more to place his lips on her tears, her forehead, and then her lips, whispering affirmations in the middle of each kiss.

…was this too slow?

Y/N couldn’t believe her thoughts.

She pulled away from his lips to speak, “A-Al…put it in…i’m ready…” she requested with desperation in her tone, “i need all of you…”

Alastor looked up at him to spot a lie in the process, “Are you sure, my love-“

“Alastor, fuck me.”

That made Alastor moan, which then turned into a growl as Alastor subconsciously grew into a slightly bigger form of himself, snapping his hips with force into her.

Y/N cried out, but silenced Alastor before he could say anything, “S-Start moving, Al, please…” She took one of her hands off a shoulder to rub her nub, moaning softly as the newly added pleasure mixed with him slowly bottom out before snapping back into her.

He repeated this motion for a moment before slowly picking up her pace, making her moans short between thrusts.

“A-Alastor, ngh…” She called for him, grasping onto his shoulder once again. She tried to pull him down for a kiss.

“Use your words, m…mon cher.” he breathed and he kept his euphoric pace.

“K-Kiss me…” Y/N pleaded through her moans.

Alastor quickly leaned down to peck her lips before breaking the quick kiss,

“I’m gonna fill you…” He quickened his pace, his form becoming more menacing as his antlers grew, “with my seed.” He finished his sentence by smashing his lips onto hers.

As Y/N’s legs began to slip, he quickly used his tendrils to press them to her chest,

Positioning her into a breeding press.

“Ah…A-Alastor…I’m gonna-ah!” Alastor changed his pace to a brutal, electrifying one.

Y/N didn’t even care if he were to be gentle, she just wanted that sweet relief of relea-

“You don’t cum until i say so, darling.” a green shackle on Y/N’s left ankle appeared as a warning. “Understood? Those are our rules of the bedroom.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Those were the rules. He never wanted to feel under-powered in the bedroom at all, so that included orgasm denial.

And Y/N was completely fine with it.

But how quick and hard he’s hitting that far spot in her walls?

Just made her feel like there was no control.

“Alastor, please…” Y/N let tears she didn’t know we’re building up fell.

Alastor hushed her comfortingly, “Sweetheart-fuck-sweetheart, y-you’re almost there…” Alastor could feel himself knot inside of her,

…He wasn’t even sure that he was knotting until Y/N’s moans turned into groans.

He swiped some tears off her cheeks, “Mon cœr, you’re r-ready to cum?” he shot one of his tendrils down to her pussy, rubbing it at a rapid pace. Alastor leaned down to whisper into her ear, the static in his voice now on mute, “cum for me, then.”

That’s when the coil snapped.

The same time when Alastor spilt him seed deep into her womb.

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23:04 PM

Y/N was exhausted.

“Darling, i need you to sit up for a moment.” Alastor demanded.

Y/N groaned like a toddler.

“…fine.” Alastor put down the glass of water onto the nightstand, taking one knee and placing it sorely onto the bed to get closer to her, his shadow helping to lift her butt up as he wiped extra semen off of her.

after a moment of him disappearing into the bathroom, he came back looking neat and ready for bed.

…with a genuine smile on his face as his eyes met your tired ones.

Alastor went to the other side on the bed, sighing as he felt the soft surface under him.

He scooted closer to Y/N to get her under the blankets, dramatic, he thought as Y/N made a whine of protest again from the movement.

Once everything felt to his liking, he laid down next to her. and pulled her close, nuzzling his cheek into her hair.

“…Hey…Al?”

“mhm?”

“…I love you…”

He softened his smile, chuckling light-heartedly,

“…I love you two, as well.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

BONUS ☆♪

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Angel called from the other side of the lobby, walking over to Y/N, “Still up for that event thingy at the new bar? Heard that the sharks are blackl-“

Angel stared at the sight before him.

Y/N, laying on the couch with her legs slightly spread and a heating pad on the thighs.

“…Don’t-“

“Is it just me, or do i see you…a supposed to be virgin friend of mine…sore from a…” He examines the current position for a moment, walking around the couch to stand in front of her, “…breeding press position.”

Y/N stares at him like he’s her next target on a murder spree.

And which, he probably was.

“What? I’m and expert with this kind of stuff,” He pulls out his phone and sits next to you, “forget that I work for Valentino? Damn, how good was that sex?”

“Angel, if you want to keep the ability of having sex, be quiet.”

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END NOTES: I felt rlly devious making this fic 😍 But all jokes aside, i rlly need some writing tips since this is literally my first fic ever 😭

-Lynn

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xxyutaa · 9 months

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nct as horny bfs

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warnings: pure smut lol

authors note: this lowkey took a while 🍷 but here it is ig! as our first post here’s a taste for all ;) ty for reading!! 💗 ≽^•⩊•^≼

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JOHNNY this little shit figures it out fast. he’s pretty damn smart and very observant so anytime you came to watch a practice he would see how your thighs pressed together, or the way your breath hitched anytime he touched you can and will tease the ever living shit out of you with this information. back hugs are mandatory, at least once a day now, just so he can subtly press his hips against you refuses to fuck you anywhere the two of you can get caught not because he’s worried about getting caught, no he just loves to get you all flustered and then leave you to deal with it until you get home. he makes up for it every time though. stamina? high af tbh i’m talking like 6-7 rounds before he’s done for the night if necessary loves eating you out too, he could do that for hours and doesn’t even care about how much his jaw hurts because the sounds you make are just too pretty for him to stop. it’d be a sin if he gets you too horny in public and you’re wearing a skirt or dress, he’ll get the two of you somewhere crowded and slide his fingers into you just to see how quiet you can be. he feels blessed that you’re so horny all the time because he’s nearly insatiable himself tbh.

TAEYONG is exactly the kind of guy to take over an hour making you desperate and horny for him, enjoying the view of your sensitive body squirming beneath him, craving some kind of release. seeing you like that for him, all just with his words and the occasional well placed hands, boosts his ego to no end, as well as making him literally rock hard. and the sounds you make when you're a hot, horny mess~ lord, he wants to record them on his phone and play them back full volume when he jacks off. honestly, he just wants to record you in general. take a video of you mewling for him. maybe snap a pic from above of you with your top pulled up over your tits, nipples hard, thighs pressing together, and with the most desperate look on your face while he’s with the other members.

YUTA surprisingly doesn’t make it clear enough that he’s horny. it’s almost like he doesn’t give enough of a hint for you to figure it out, or at least that’s what he thinks. you get it, he’s horny, so you take your time making him finally spill out that he wants you to pump his aching cock. and when you do good lord does he praise you. like “fuck princess so good for me”, “shit don’t stop- faster peach, faster” and “take your tits out for me- fuck! so beautiful”. he loves praising you because he knows how much it turns you on. rubbing your thighs in response just gets you wet enough for him to finally lift you (once he’s covered your tits in his cum) and onto the bed where he slips into you so easily, so wet and ready for him. he can be like this for the rest of the day but he’s always so busy that whenever he cums for you, good lord is it a lot. “fuck- look princess, look how much you made me keep inside me. poor me huh baby? cmon one more time let me fuck you” and he always says it so politely you just can’t say no. several rounds later is when he finally stops and admires the work of art on your body, cum everywhere. and one of his favorite things to do is grab his cum and let you lick it off his fingers, eyes teary.

KUN when he feels so tense and pressured gives you many reasons to feel anxious. because you know his favorite way to relieve all that stress is to use your pretty little mouth. He loves the way you lick his big cock with your much smaller tongue. licking the tip gently to tease him and taking him all down making him throw his head back, groaning with heavy breaths. when he’s getting close, you swallow around him, making your throat close tight around him. fuck he loves when you do this, and when he cums he pumps it all over your face. taking a picture when he’s done with you. this led him to obtaining a whole collection of your face, and parts of your body, with his cum, red marks, spit and other things he finds so sexy on you. Whenever you’re away and he doesn’t have you to make him feel better, he gets off at these photos (and videos) and he sends you a photo of the aftermath knowing you’ll send him something back to make him go for round two. eventually his phone rings from you and well, he answers with his cock on display, still aching and covered in cum. these calls are definitely your favorite with him…

DOYOUNG gets really shy when you start being intimate with him, but he really loves it. so much so that when you ask him if there’s anything you can do for him after a concert, he says “mm… there’s this one thing but it’s okay i’ll just go to sleep”. he always does this though and at this point it doesn’t faze you. you get up and straddle him on the bed, hands flying to take off his clothes. “w-what?” he asks stupidly. but you say nothing. he can feel him squirm around you as he doesn’t know where to put his hands. at one point you’re the one pumping his dick, licking his tip and riding him, moaning out of control and cum leaking from him. but before you know it you’re on all fours for him begging and pleading for him to fuck you harder, he fucks deep into you, making you clench the sheets with your hands. “can anyone fuck you this good princess? hmm??”. you can’t even let out a yes or no as you moan and cry into the mattress beneath you. but beside being in the bedroom and in private, he also tends to appreciate you in places like restaurant bathrooms and empty practice rooms, glancing from time to time at the door preparing for someone to walk in. he loves the way it’s so quick, so heated and steamy as he pumps his digits in your soaking cunt, leaving you to moan and whine as he does so (which ultimately makes him moan and whine with you). you end up squirting on his wet fingers as the room fills up with your heavy breaths, then both of you rush to get out of there.

TEN was pressed against the after you pushed him onto it. locking the door before you even thought of touching him. his shirt was pulled off as you kissed down his neck, your tongue occasionally lapping at the soft skin which sent shivers down his spine and his hands clutching to your shoulders in an attempt to ground himself. once getting to his chest, you noticed his puffy and pink nipples poking out, the small little buds enticing you so you just had to give one of them a kitty licks, loving how he would jolt with every wet touch them and let out small squeaks in embarrassment. his hands went up to your hair and gently tugged on the soft strands while whimpering for you to stop, fearing they would get swollen and hurt but you showed no care as you mercilessly sucked and licked them like they were candy, moaning at how responsive his body was with every touch to the little buds. looking up through your eyelashes, you made eye contact as you grazed your teeth against the aroused bud which made one eye closed as a shot of pain tingled across his chest but it only made his dick twitch. "b-babe.." he panted softly, hands leaving your hair to try to push you off but you only held his push against you, not leaving any room for him to escape. pulling away, a string of saliva attached to his nipple to your mouth made him gulp, "yes, baby?" you purred, tongue licking at the perky nipple which made him whine. "can you take off my pants and touch me, please?" he asked, his voice soft and whiny. “of course my love” you smiled before placing a kiss to his nose then unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down to see he wasn't wearing underwear~

JAEHYUN dirty talk. that voice. i think y'all know what I'm talking about literally orgasmic. it's so deep, and smooth, and relaxing in a way that just gets you going. there's just something about it that makes you rub your thighs together. when he presses his lips close to your ear, his voice feels like he's caressing you all over, yes all over. you basically get high off his voice. cloud nine. he absolutely loves to talk dirty to you, telling you exactly what he's going to do to you, how pretty you look with your mouth around his cock, or how you're taking him inside you so well. he's got a knack for choosing exactly the right words, and it gets your pussy dripping and aching for him. he always says about how your pussy feels like it was made for his cock it fits so snug. loose enough that he can fuck you whenever, but tight enough that he has to work for it. but the dirty talk doesn't stop there. he uses that voice of his and those delicious words to drive you closer to your climax, his words getting cruder as his hips get sloppier, praising you to no end. he's not shy about what he thinks. he's incredibly straightforward about it. you're making him fucking horny? he'll tell you. you’re pussy is the best he's ever fucked? he'll tell you flat out while he's pounding into you. he thinks you look beautiful stuffed with his cock? he won't even hesitate. communication IS key isn’t it?

WINWIN doesn't ever tell you he's horny, instead he insists on watching a movie with you. but under the blanket, around 20 minutes into the movie, he brushes his hands against your thighs, inching closer to your pussy. you know what he's doing, but you let him. “baby…can you do me a favor” is what he says before you drop down to your knees on the floor and pull the blanket off him. you want him as much as he wants you. you make sure to suck him just right, I mean you've done this countless times, so you know how he likes it. he can't help but moan for you, letting out pretty noises that go straight to your core. he fists the blanket and sofa beside him, trying his best to not just fuck your mouth right there and then. eventually he cant take it anymore, standing up to fuck your pretty little mouth, making you gag as you take in his lengthy cock. “fuck babe- feels so good!!” he moans. you would reply, but your mouth is stuffed with his cock, twitching in your mouth signaling he's gonna cum. he cums deep far into your throat, telling you to say “ah” so he can see you swallowed it. winwin also can't help but drag you back onto the couch, fisting your hair and telling you “can you take me all?”. you look up at him with glossy eyes and he bites his lip. he flips you over and starts ramming into you. talkin bout “fuck- taking me so good baby” and “you like when i stuff you? when all you feel is my cock in you, making you feel so good?” he mocks at you. he knows you can't even speak right now because all you're doing is moaning into the pillow. he even laughs a little, seeing you take him down your best, just for him.

JUNGWOO is your sugar daddy. his life goal is to spoil and please you in a way nobody can ever do. he is currently in a meeting, but one of the black cards he gave you isn't working and he isn't answering your messages.. you start getting whiney and stomp to the meeting room not caring about all the other people in there. you slam the card in front of him “it's not working daddy!” you puff, he smirks and pulls you on top of his lap and continues the meeting. occasionally he kisses your neck. you whine and sigh moving around his lap trying to escape. “"hmm? what's the problem, kitten?" jungwoo replies as he continues to kiss your neck while talking to the people in the meeting, acting like nothings wrong. you sigh, getting more impatient, continuing to escape. as you continue to move you feel something hard under you.. you know exactly what it is. you look up at him with your glossy eyes and he looks at you smirking. you continue to move to try and tease him. you feel his chest rise up and down, soon enough you feel your mini skirt get pushed up under the table, his fingers moving your panties. you bite your lip as your wet pussy drips onto the floor on his shiny black shoes. you feel his middle finger pump into your sweet hole. you moan loudly causing everybody in the room to look at you, jungwoo looks down at you smirking “what's wrong kitten? everything good?” he teases “y-yes sorry daddy…” you mumble and moan softly. you whine quietly as he pulls his finger away waiting for the meeting to end. “shh my precious baby. we’ll continue this when we get home, be a good girl for daddy and let him finish this meeting and I'll make you squirt, kay~?”.

MARK comes back from practice hot and tired, and he can't help but think of laying down with you, pleasuring you. you'll be in your room, or the living room when he comes and lays next to you, desperately separating your legs. “baby, please” is all he says before you agree to him. he dives right in, lapping at your wet cunt, sucking a little when he feels your hands in his arm. “mmm” he groans into you, sending shivers through your body. he praises you as it makes him feel better, knowing he's making you feel so good. “such a pretty cunt, just for me” “gosh princess, you're soaking..” “taste so sweet…could be here all night long” is what he says to you. he loves looking into your eyes and seeing how your eyelids flutter with his every movement. when you cum, he offers for you to cum on his face (so he could take a picture and save it for himself). he dips his finger into it and tastes it, giving you puppy eyes as he thanks you. mark also gets riled up when he takes you out to go shopping, visiting cute shops. of course you insist on taking him with you to the fitting rooms, where you dress up in cute short skirts and ask what he thinks about them. “damn babe- he says as he cocks his head and stares at you up and down, rethinking if he should've let you wear that in front of him in the first place. you notice his hard cock as he hides it with his hands. “babe- I think we should..” he says before you change back and purchase the skirt. you guys are back home when mark immediately goes to the couch with his hands on the back of the couch behind him. you follow him there before undressing for him. “is this what you want?...” you tease him as you widen his legs apart, standing between them. he basically drools at the sight in front of him. “... you want me with nothing on? is that it?” you say. he feels like he's in a dream. you plop down on the floor, taking his hard cock in your mouth, licking it lightly just to tease him. “augh!!” he whines “please baby, suck it please. i need you so bad…” he's looking at you with those eyes as you give into his requests, sitting on his lap, and taking him all in.

XIAOJUN is near the end of his shower when your in your short pajama shorts and tank top lying on the bed. the aroma of gentle citrus fills the air as he meets you at the end of the bed, gazing at you as he’s in nothing but his briefs on. as he climbs on top of you, he’s whispering to you how much he wants you, no, how badly he needs you. he says he’s had a rough day and that u can help him. so you do. you lay on your back as he caressed your face before kissing your cheek sayin “thank u.” and that’s when he sticks his dick in your mouth. fucking your sweet mouth as he can’t help but moan out how good it feels. “oh my god… so so good my sweet girl. thank u, thank u”. hearing this you can’t help but start to touch yourself, how could you not. you close your eyes and just let the sweet sounds coming out his mouth fill ur ears, it so addicting, the way he can’t just shut up. and here you are, subtly crying and whimpering as he fucks into your mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper. you think it can’t get better but it does. “let me do it for u my sweet princess…” is what he says before stuffing his fingers into your cunt, fingers slipping with ease as you and him come closer to your high. “let it out baby…” he says as you cum and he quickly takes his dick out your mouth and paints his cum on your pretty tits. “thank u, felt so good baby thank u”.

HENDERY loves imagining what he’ll do to you throughout the day then see you back at home looking all pretty for him. he’ll text you while he’s out about some shit like “make no plans tonight!” or “can we stay in tonight?” just so he can have the excuse to fuck you til you feel like you can’t walk. and on the days where he doesn’t come up with an excuse, he’s usually really flirty throughout the day, telling you how beautiful you are, how your outfit is cute…how you’re making him feel so stiff. you take him to the nearest empty room wherever you guys are. he immediately kisses you heatedly, pulling down his pants, cock so hard cause he knows you want him too. as you touch his cock, his tip aches, dripping precum and you’re barely doing anything yet. he’s groaning loudly like he wants to be caught, so you give him a slap and it tunes him down, but his cock just gets harder. by the time you guys are done, his mess is basically everywhere. all over you, the floor, himself.

RENJUN cant take it anymore when he sees you in the kitchen after dinner time, in those short shorts and your loose off the shoulder tee. you're bending down when he inhales sharply before getting up from the sofa and grabbing your hips. “yes renjun?” you say confused. “c'mere” he sighs, pinning you against the counter. you already know where this is going, but you want to make him beg for it. he touches your waist, looking you in the eyes, “touch me please…it hurts…”. before you can say anything he whines, hugging your waist as closely as he can to you. you reach around him, tugging at his hair. “mmmh..” he moans lightly. “please…” he says again. he drops down to his knees, pulling at your shorts, kissing your thighs as you feel the hotness of his breath, lips, and everything on you. you tug your panties down and he immediately dives into you, sucking on your wetness as he can't stop moaning from it. and you can feel him pathetically humping at your leg, going faster the more he sucks. you yank his head back away as his lips and chin are all wet, drool spilling from his mouth as he breathes hard. “want mommy to help?” you say as he instantly nods his head getting up to stand. at once you pull down his shorts and boxers, slipping his dick in between your thighs. he bucks his hips back and forth fucking your thighs. he cums all over your legs, giving you something to clean up. renjun also gets horny when he's laying in your lap while watching tv, and his view is well, your boobs and cant help but touch them over your shirt, signaling you to take it off. you do as he pleases because you love when he gets like this. he licks and sucks on your boobs as the pleasure hits you, making him love the way you grab onto him. onto his hair, arms, face, everything you can get your hands on. just know if you ever make him feel good, he’ll always return the favor.

JENO wakes up hungry. his dick hard from the recent dream he had about you. he shakes you to tell you, but you're asleep. he feels bad to fuck you when you are sleeping and dreaming so peacefully. he can't bring himself to do it, so he goes into the bathroom and pumps himself. but, he’s imagining it's you, which makes him moan your name softly. you're half asleep when you hear him calling your name. “f-f-fuck…y/n…” he would whine out. “jeno?” you answered him, you hear noises but not your name again. you get up and when you push the bathroom door open, boy is it a sight to see. he's holding his pajama shirt between his teeth, his abs fully exposed, body glistening a little from his sweat. his head is thrown back as one hand grips the counter, and the other holds his cock, tip red and leaking his pearly cum. he's so hard that he had to jack himself off again. and the way he has his glasses on makes you bite your lip as you sneakily walk in while his eyes are closed. you drop down, taking his tip in your mouth. he moans loudly now, knowing he's not gonna wake you up this time. you let go of his hips, giving him the signal to fuck your mouth, so he does, hands gripping your hair as he lets out few groans, breath heavy and panting as he cums in your mouth. jeno also loves getting right behind you while you're washing the dishes or doing something around the house. he loves grabbing your ass and massaging it while he kisses your neck from behind. you drop whatever you're doing because you know how good he makes you feel when he's sucking your wet cunt. lapping at it until you're overstimulated because he just can't get enough. and he forgets about how you must feel because he’s pretty much addicted to your pussy, eating away as his hand plays with your clit. at this point you feel like you can’t even stand anymore, whining at him “please- can't…” but he wants to see you undo just one more time.

HAECHAN is a bratty disobedient sub who LOVES to be punished. whatever rules you have for him, he breaks them and watches with a sly grin as you get annoyed because he knows he's in for a punishment that night. he wants you to absolutely break him and make him cry. dumb him down until he can't think or speak properly anymore, only choked out pleas and moans coming from him. he loves it when you spank him. have him count the spanks and of course he would purposefully mess up right at the end to rile you up so that he could start all over again. he could easily get hard from a couple spanks to his ass and he'll shamelessly cum all over your legs and his chest with a mewl. oh and he loves edging! edge him over and over again till he cries and begs you to stop and let him cum but don't since you know he's faking it. keep edging him until you finally let him cum but don't stop there! keep making him cum till he's overstimulated and his mind has turned to mush. “y-y/n! aah~!! im sorry m-“ before he could finish he slurred sentence you pulled his hair back making him face you. you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it. you could tell he was all fucked out as his eyes were fluttering and all he could do was moan your name. He knew he fucked up. he knew you weren’t even CLOSE to being done punishing him. but did he regret it?

nope~

JAEMIN loves treating you like the princess you are, he’ll do whatever you want him to do whenever. you’ll be out at dinner with friends when you grip his thigh to let him know you want him to fuck the shut out of you. and that’s when you end up in a nearby hotel, fucking in the bed, the shower, even the balcony. he pounds you so good, slapping your ass to take his big cock that you so badly wanted. “such a good girl, taking my cock like a pretty princess” he says while you’re a moaning mess. he would take a pic when you guys are finished, showing your leaking cum and his red tip in the frame (prob gonna jack off to it another time). and boy does he get jealous easily. when you guys are at parties and he sees you taking to another guy he’ll text you shit like, “does he fuck u good?” or “keep talking to him and i’ll fuck u extra hard tonight” and that’s exactly what he does. “jae-“ is all you can get out of you while your body is getting overstimulated by him. “you asked for it, so take it like the slut you are” he says while pounding his cock into you, pressing your body harder into the mattress, reaching your g spot over and over again. and when he cums, he paints your face, tits, ass with it and makes you lick it off his dick because you're his, but that just riles him up for another round. each time he gets rougher and harder, but when it’s over he spoils you like a mf. “do you need anything my love?”, “i’m sorry princess,” he says while kissing you everywhere, “you just feel so good cant help it”. the remainder of the night he’s massaging, kissing your body, and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

YANGYANG and you are hanging out one day playing video games at his place when you guys both decide you're heading to bed. as he’s changing in his room, you walk in unknowingly, seeing him shirtless with his pajama pants. “oh I'm sorry!” you say expecting him to put a shirt on. when you turn back around he’s still shirtless…and staring at you. “yangyang…” you say and you stare at his bare torso, looking at the way his v-line is going so, so, low. you then realize that he’s pulling his pants down. “will you help me sweetheart?” he asks as his thick cock is now in your sight. he tilts his head to the side as you step closer, you bite your lip as you look at his hard, then at him. “go on, suck.” he orders. there’s no way you can’t listen to him right now. the way that he’s smiling and biting his lip, and how he’s combing your hair back already, and how he’s moaning as you take him into your mouth. “f-fuck baby!!” he gasps, not expecting you to take him all down like that. he also likes waking you up, getting in between your legs while you slowly wake up to him eating you out. “yangyang!” you moan as he pushes two fingers into you. “gonna take my fingers then my cock right princess?” he says. you nod your head, pulling at his hair as he pushes three fingers in now. your moans spill out as you cum onto his fingers. “good job sweetheart...” he praises you. “can you take my cock now?” he asks as he taps it on your stomach, biting his lip before asking, “you think it’ll fit?” your face gets hot at this. you look down to see how big he really is. “yes, please fuck me…” you beg. and so he does, ramming into your tight cunt, holding down your wrists beside you to stop you from moving so much. you feel the way he’s twitching in you and he sees the way your back is arching. “cum my sweetheart, let me fill you up.” he says as he lets out a final long moan, each other's cum spilling out of you.

CHENLE is always desperate as ever to please you…and to see how easily he can fall into your touch. always saying pathetic words to you like “please…want u to touch me”, and he says it so softly, stroking your fingers. you nod your head as he smoothly lifts his shirt up, revealing his bare chest to you. he loves being like this, under your touch knowing you like seeing him all helpless and soft. you kiss him teasingly, biting his bottom lip a bit, fingers trailing from his upper torso to his hardened cock. “mm~ want you to play with me so bad…” is all he says before you slide down his pants, fisting his cock, putting the tip in your mouth. he doesn’t last long until he cums on your lips, bringing you back onto his, tasting his own cum. chenle also gets riled up at night. he's trying to go to sleep, but he keeps inching closer to your body. he rubs his hard dick against you, head snuggled in the blanket a bit almost embarrassed. in response you turn over, seeing his face. so beautiful and all tense. eyes shut as his mouth hangs a little open, breathing harder than normally, even hearing little whines. “what do you need my lele?” you ask him. He doesn’t say anything, just brings your hips onto his lap, moving you so you're grinding against his cock. he moans loudly. you pull down his pajama pants and pull your panties to the side, sinking on his cock slowly. you fuck your self onto him, giving it to him good since he’s been good all day. and at this point he’s moaning so much. “such a good boy right my lele?” “doing so good for me hm? gonna fuck you again and again since you want it so bad” is what you say to him as he loudly whines, even tears run down his pretty little face, preparing himself for that overstimulation he’ll feel all night long.

JISUNG is content however you would like to have sex. you want it kinky? he’ll do whatever you ask for. you just want it vanilla? fine with him :)! however you want it he’s fine with it! you guys were currently making out on the couch when you felt his hand squeeze your neck slightly, giving you a signal he needs you. a minute later you're on all fours. lapping at his dick, tracing his veins, kissing the tip, literally anything to make him feel good. “fuck this.” he says as he turns your body around to pound into you. “fuck jisung!!” you let out. “m sorry…” he says as he slowly pumps into you, almost to tease you. “…i can't help it when your so tight for me, just for me.” then he’s really pounding into you. roughly like he’ll never get the chance to fuck you stupid like this again. hes fucking into your cunt faster and faster, he slaps your ass as he throws his head back, letting out a long groan. “all mine.” he says as he lifts your upper body so it’s against his chest. he holds you by your throat as he fucks into you deeper. as one hand is around your throat, the others flicking at your clit, rubbing it quickly. as your body becomes more tired and fucked out, your eyes begin closing, tears rolling down your cheeks as he lets you down, slapping your ass again before giving one last deep pound into you. “m gonna cum, okay?” he doesn’t even bother to wait for a response. he cums into you before watching as both your cum drips down your folds. “mine”.

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turcott3 · 7 months

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west side

lando norris x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, smut, p in v, creampie, and ofc as per usual!!!!! fluff!!!!!

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~i’m gonna make you want more, i’m gonna be your new favorite~

you laid on the couch with a glass of wine, chatting with lando, who you became friends with through your cousin. the two of you had grown somewhat close, however, you always felt a bit of tension when you were together, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. the two of you sat watching youtube downing drinks. you were already past the point of a buzz, you were a bit tipsy. both of you were.

“i feel like i haven’t had sex in so long.”

“lando is the middle of the season, that checks out.” you laugh.

“yeah but like, it kinda sucks.”

“you like to get your dick wet huh?” you laugh.

“yep, no shame in it.” he admits confidently.

“you wanna know something crazy?” you say picking up your glass.

“hit me.”

“a man has never made me finish.”

“really?” he gasps.

“nope, only i’ve been able to accomplish that shit myself.” you say, face slightly pink at the fact that you admitted that to him.

“wow.” he scoffs.

“i wish i knew what it felt like to cum at the hands of someone else.” you continue, digging yourself a deeper hole.

“well i can show you, if you want.” he states taking a sip. you didn’t know why, but suddenly your heart dropped.

“oh uh, i mean you dont have to-“

“maybe i want to? i’m not pity fucking you y/n. you’re gorgeous.” he replies. you couldn’t help the blush that creeped onto your face at his words. you scooted close to him boldly, taking his face into your hands, connecting your lips lazily. you could taste the alcohol on both of your breaths, becoming more intoxicated by the second. not more drunk, but more horny.

“lay down for me sweetheart.” he states as you pull away. you pull your shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him. you lay back and he crawls over you, attaching his lips to your neck as your fingers pulled at his curls.

“lando please.” you beg, tugging at the brunette’s curls lightly. he pulls away giggling.

“so anxious.” he teases, helping you pull your pants off before discarding all of his own. you scanned his dark, toned body up and down, observing the way the light hit all of his muscles perfectly. you couldn’t believe the sight in front of you. maybe the tension you couldn’t land you mind on, was sexual all along.

“i wanna do this the right way. so before you ask, no, i’m not eating you out. as much as i want to.” he smirks, leaning over you attaching your lips.

“don’t care, just want you in me.” you mumbled as you watched him rub himself hard.

“what’s that pretty girl?” he replies not hearing you.

“lan please, fuck me.” you say just a little louder and he smirks. he sits up positioning himself between your legs, running his hard cock through your folds before pushing himself into your wet pussy.

“god so wet for me huh princess?” he giggles as you attempt to gain your composure. you grip onto his shoulders as your head remained still between his hands that were on either side of you. he thrusted into you deeply, wrapping your legs around his hips. so far everything felt good. with every thrust he stretched you to a new level, his tip brushing the sensitive spot in your core.

“fuck lando.” you moan out.

“yeah you like that huh?” he grunts and all you can do is nod. your nails dug into his shoulders harshly. your moans beginning to be drowned out by the sound of his skin slapping against yours as he picked up his speed. he brought his lips to yours to quiet you down as your moans became yelps.

“shhh baby, you’re gonna wake up the neighbors.” he coos in your ear before replanting his lips onto yours. his kiss had become addicting to you, almost more so than the way his dick was pounding into you. he pulled out of you to roll over and get up on all fours, he plunged back into you easily, fucking you deeper and harder than before. you were a moaning mess, tears welling up in your eyes.

“oh my god.” you say. the familiar feeling of your orgasm was close. closer than you thought. it came out of nowhere.

“you gonna cum for me?” he smirks.

“fuck yes i think i a- oh my god.” you begin, interrupted by an orgasm ripping through your abdomen.

“good girl.” he mutters in your ear, slowing down his thrusts as you began to come down, your legs quivering slightly.

“oh my god, you made me fucking cum.” you giggle as he came to a stop, pulling out of you.

“told you.” he smirks.

“you’re fucking incredible.” you say grabbing onto his face and bringing him in for a deep kiss.

“too bad i didn’t get my turn.” he frowns jokingly.

“now hold on, that would be unfair of me. sit down.” you say and he does as he’s told. you straddle his hips shakily, sinking yourself onto him. you felt yourself get horny all over again. he placed his hands on your hips, assisting you in bouncing up and down on his thick cock. you knew he wasn’t gonna last long at the way he grunted every time you came down. you laid a kiss on his lips, lingering until you felt his cock twitch and spill his climax deep into you. you fucked him until he was dry.

“fucking hell.” he grunts leaning his head back to look at the ceiling.

“fuck this is gonna be messy.” you groan realizing the mess you’d make once you stood up.

“i mean you could just not move.” he suggests, his brain currently replaced by dick.

“very funny.” you reply slapping him lightly on the chest as you pull him out of you, the mixture of your climaxes forming a small puddle around the base of his cock. you dropped to your knees, sucking him clean of the juices, his jaw dropping at the sight.

“better?” you reply wiping your mouth.

“uh huh.” he replies, no words forming.

“uh here’s your clothes, i know you have practice tomorrow i don’t wanna keep you all night.” you reply picking his clothes up off the floor. you weren’t sure why you felt the need to tell him he could leave. you knew you cared about him but you didn’t know his feelings towards you.

shit for all you knew you liked him. after all he was the only man that knew how to make you finish. he was your new favorite.

“is it alright if i stay?” he asks, scratching the back of his head.

“oh uh- yes of course. i just wasn’t sure that you’d want to.”

“of course i do, what do you think this is? i didn’t fuck you out of pity, i told you that.” he giggles pulling his boxers back on and laying back on the couch.

“come here pretty girl.” he says opening his arms to you as you pulled your baggy tshirt over your head. you positioned yourself between his legs, laying your head on his chest as he strokes your hair.

“i’m glad you didn’t want to leave.” you mumble.

“what was that?”

“i’m glad you didn’t want to leave.” you state louder, leaning up to look at him. he replies by guiding your lips back to his, his tongue plunging into your mouth with ease.

“so what do we do now?” you reply giggling, pulling away from him.

“you busy tomorrow? i got a paddock pass.” he smiles.

“i’ll clear my schedule.” you blush, laying your head against his chest, dozing off to the sound of his slow heart beat and the feeling of his fingers running delicately through your hair.

“sweet dreams my pretty girl.” he whispers, that being the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

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juuuulez · 5 months

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🎧 | agora hills, carmen berzatto.

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It had been innocent enough. You’d suggested a bar you regular at, managing to drag about half the kitchen staff down. Beers were shared, maybe you had a few too many shots, but what the hell, who’s counting?

“Hey, hey,” Carmen whispers, shooting a panicked look over at the door. “They’re gonna realise. Someone’s gonna come in.”

He’s utterly freaked out as your nails scrape under his shirt, pushing the white fabric up and up and up. You get it high enough, before replacing fingers with teeth, leaning in to nip playfully at his exposed chest.

“Locked.” You mumble into his warm skin, pressing a few kisses into his chest before flattening your tongue, dragging it over the smooth surface of his pecs.

It earns a grunt in response, Carmen’s gaze still focused on the bathroom door. Outside, it was bustling, and it’ll be sooner rather than later that another patron needs to pee, and management discovers someone’s hijacked their bathroom.

But Carmen can’t help himself, a bitter taste on his tongue thinking back to the bar’s interior. Not the bar, the guys. You were a regular here, right? So, you had to know, how they all eyed you like a piece of meat.

“Sounds like you’ve done this before.” He mumbles, words tinged with something alike to jealousy, slightly condescending and definitely petty.

You bite sharply down at his chest, which earns a wince in response. Carmen’s hand moves up, clasping at the back of your head, trying to pry you from his sensitive skin. It works, for you move away, only to drop to your knees.

“Men are so goddamn weird,” You huff out, complaining mindlessly while your fingers work at his belt. It reduces Carmen to a nervous mess, his face fluctuating between the locked door, and you. “You don’t gotta be all anxious about other guys. I’m very happily taken.”

“Yeah but—” His voice tapers off into a sharp inhale, as you tug his cock from those old jeans. “They don’t know that.”

There’s more he wants to say, but it doesn’t come out, doesn’t even form in his mind. Carmen’s focus dissolves, forgetting all about the door, all about the bar, their friends. Your hand is soft as it wraps around his length, gentle caresses that have him quickly hardening, as if the sight of you down there didn’t do it already.

You move forward, licking a long stripe up the length of him, tracing a swollen vein. It ends at his tip, which you’re quick to wrap your lips around, mouth hollow as you mumble your reply through a mouthful of dick: “Then I gotta show them, huh?”

It’s filthy and Carmen is absolutely fucking done for. His hands grip the counter so hard his knuckles are white, panting and groaning above you while you suck him off, wet and messy, just the way he likes it. Spit is collecting in your mouth and dribbling past your lips, running down his shaft and collecting at the zipper of his jeans.

You’re quick about it, slick noises filling the space, hollowing your cheeks just right and paying extra attention to his reddened tip. “Please— fuck, please, can I?” Carmen doesn’t even get the question out, because you know exactly what he means, and you’re nodding as well as you can with him stuffed down your throat.

His hands move to your head, gripping handfuls of your hair and pulling you further onto him. Air forgoes you in favour of pulling each wrecked noise from your boyfriend, Carmen’s legs trembling with the pressure of an orgasm that builds and builds until he’s cumming hot strings down your throat. It’s salty and fills the cavity of your mouth, but you pull off a second before he’s finished spilling his load, fisting his cock and letting the few last drops land on your lips.

And Carmen is still panting, hair stuck to his forehead, unable to catch his breath as he watches you: using his dick to smear the cum over your lips, almost like putting on lipgloss, letting it seep into the cracks and crevices.

Words fail him as you hoist yourself to your feet, knees a little sore, feet a little numb, but ultimately uncaring. You bend over the sink next to him, pressing an exaggerated and firm kiss onto the bathroom mirror. The imprint it leaves behind is clear as day: a milky cum stain in the shape of your lips. You stare at it proudly, turning to grin back at Carmen, whose cock is hardening once more at the sight.

“Think that’s good enough?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

#carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you

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godsfavdarling · 1 month

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telling him

part of him (one-shot series), my masterlist

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader summary: You've been feeling off and maybe telling Spencer would make things better. words: 1k warnings: comfort, anxious/sensitive reader, no y/n a/n: I was a little tipsy when I was writing that. Do with that information what you want.

You had been feeling off all day long—maybe even for a few days. You couldn’t tell anymore.

It felt like you had been in this state for a while, unable to pinpoint exactly when it started.

Maybe it had to do with the moon, or perhaps the weather. The changing seasons could have been another reason.

You could name several possibilities for why you weren’t feeling your best.

It was alarmingly easy to spiral into worse feelings, so maybe the problem was simply you.

You sat on the bed, lost in thought, exhausted. Your shoulders were slumped as you stared blankly at the floor, trying to focus on your breathing. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe you’d go to sleep, and tomorrow everything would improve.

But deep down, you knew what—or rather, who—would make you feel better.

Telling him, though—explaining what was going on in your head and body—felt impossible.

How could you convey something you didn’t fully understand yourself? What would you even say?

Besides, he already did so much for you. He was perfect, attentive, and constantly trying to make you feel good. Complaining to him about something so nebulous and uncertain felt wrong.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of the door opening. You looked up, knowing that Spencer would appear in a second.

You took a deep breath and tried to look relaxed, forcing a small smile onto your lips—not that it took much effort. Seeing him automatically brought a smile to your face every time, like a child spotting a butterfly on a flower—natural and common, but always a source of joy.

He appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Hey. Everything okay?" he asked casually, though with a hint of concern in his voice.

Why did you still try to hide things? Of course, he knew.

His gentle eyes, filled with tenderness, met yours, and you felt tears welling up. There was something about him—something comforting, something that made you feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

"Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was soft, and encouraging.

"No... I mean..." You trailed off, unsure of what to say. The words seemed stuck in your throat, and the effort to speak felt overwhelming.

But he didn’t press. Instead, he came to you, kneeling before you so that he could look into your eyes.

"It’s okay. Can you just tell me if anything happened?" he asked gently, his concern palpable.

"No. Just..." You lost your words again and brought a hand to your eyes, wiping away the tears before they could fall.

He placed his hands on your arms, rubbing them slowly and gently.

God, how perfect was he? He always knew what to do, and knew you so well. His touch grounded you, a silent reminder that he was there and wasn’t going anywhere.

You closed your eyes, giving yourself a few moments to breathe before you spoke again.

"I’m okay. I’ve just been feeling off for a while. It seems like a long while. Nothing awful has happened, and it’s been worse in the past. I’m just tired, and maybe it’s the weather. Or the stars." You chuckled weakly, attempting to laugh it off, but the sound was thin, lacking conviction.

Your eyes darted away from his for a moment as if embarrassed by the admission.

Spencer’s expression softened even further if that was possible. He reached up, putting his hand on your cheek, his fingers lingering briefly against your skin.

"You can always tell me when something’s wrong," he reassured you, his voice steady and comforting, like the warmth of a blanket on a cold night.

You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I know," you murmured, a slight quiver in your voice betraying your attempt at nonchalance.

"It just hasn’t been... very wrong." The words felt small, and inadequate, as if they couldn’t fully convey the weight of what you were feeling.

"Even if it’s not very wrong," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to bridge some invisible gap. "You can always tell me anything."

A deep sigh escaped your lips, and you let it carry away some of the tension that had been building up inside you.

A small, grateful smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you nodded, acknowledging his words. "I guess today was just... the final nail in the coffin," you admitted.

"I’m sorry," he said sincerely, his voice laced with genuine regret as if he wished he could take your burden upon himself.

"Have you eaten? Maybe we could order some food?" His suggestion was gentle, practical, and quintessentially Spencer.

You could see how his mind worked, instinctively ensuring that all the basic needs were met to help lift your spirits.

"We could," you replied, feeling a bit of relief at the thought of something so simple, so normal.

He continued to rub your arms, the rhythmic, soothing motion slowly calming the thunderstorm of thoughts that had been swirling in your mind.

The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, grounding you, reminding you that he was here and he loved you.

"You know what?" you said after a moment of silence, your voice quieter now, almost reflective.

"Hmm?" His response was soft, and encouraging, as he looked at you with that same steady, patient gaze.

"This," you said, nodding toward his hands as they continued their gentle movement, "this always helps."

"I’m glad," he replied, his voice warm and filled with love, a smile touching his lips as he continued to comfort you.

Talking to him was so easy—maybe too easy. He always seemed to know exactly what to say and do. You often wished you could bottle up whatever it was that made Spencer, Spencer, and turn it into something everyone could experience.

Having someone you could tell anything and confide in so completely was a gift you knew you would never take for granted.

#spencer reid comfort #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x gn reader

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drunk-on-dk · 1 year

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Tight Laced | Kim Mingyu (m)

Pairing: shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader Genre: fluff, smut, roller-rink!au, 70s!au Rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~4.7k

warnings under the cut!

warnings: reader is on a budget and a bit clumsy; reader is called a square; explicit smut scenes; protected sex!; oral (fem receiving); sensitivity from multiple orgasms (fem); marking; public sex(?); mingyu hooking up on the job (?); desperate, whiny Mingyu; pls lmk if I’m missing anything; apologies as there may be some errors

a/n: I’m so excited to be back with a new post, especially as part of the 70s;teen collab with @svthub. I’m so thankful to be a part of another collab, it was so fun to really get into writing again and take some time to really enjoy writing a fluffier piece. Please be sure to go give love to each of the creators in the collab, they are all amazing, please go to this link to give their works a read!

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights.

You wanted nothing to do with it, especially when most of your days were spent in your college’s library, trying to rack up as much spare change that you could with such a low paying part-time job.

Nevertheless, the job was arguably worth it. The library was peaceful, and the downtime allowed for studying. Other than classes, you really didn’t stray far from organizing shelves and spending nights at the cozy cavern of books that funded your education.

Which is exactly why it was shocking to your roommate, the outgoing and spunky Julie, when you strolled home at your usual time on Saturday afternoon and showed a bit more curiosity as she prepped for the night’s events. As per usual, her free-spirited attitude helped loosen you up after your morning shift, plopping down on your leather couch with a huff of relief.

“What’s so fun about going to the disco rink every weekend?” You pondered aloud, observing as she packed away her roller skates into her mini duffle, an anxious hand of yours reaching out to the pet rock sat on the end table.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N,” Julie exhaled with a smile, spinning around to show her typical skating garb, pin straight hair whipping around her shoulder like a movie star. As per usual, she sported nylon disco shorts and a fun colorful top. “It is so fun to get dressed up, skate around, socialize, and groove to some great music. You’ve got to try it one day! It’s freeing, and God knows you need some of that.”

You chuckle, unable to deny that maybe, just maybe, it would be nice for you to get out and let loose for once. It does seem like a good time, especially since Julie never misses a single weekend since the rink became the hot spot, but you know all too well that she is the most positive person you’ve ever met.

As if Julie can sense your consideration, she gasps, clearly excited to make her next suggestion. “Why don’t you join me tonight, Y/N?”

“I don’t even have skates,” you counter, but it’s a feeble argument, knowing that it won’t suffice as an excuse for Julie. “You also know I’m a klutz,” you add, whining, as if that makes it any better.

“Well, we can get you a pair. They are sold cheap at the shop in the rink, or you can rent them. Plus, if you end up falling, just hang around and enjoy the music. Don’t be such a square.”

It’s a solid argument, Julie can practically see your walls crumbling down as you finally accept her invite to join her for the first time in the past year. It’s all a blur as Julie squeals, immediately dragging you towards her closet and holding up options for tonight.

As if you were Julie’s own personal Barbie doll, she quickly dresses you in what she finds suitable for your first night out. A pair of cut-off shorts and a colorful halter top to match hers. She doesn’t forget the finishing touches, pulling out a pair of thick socks for the both of you.

“Believe me, don’t forget to wear these,” she states, hinting at the risk of blisters, but they suit the final outfit regardless.

Before you have the chance to change your mind, you find yourself alone at the skate shop, considering if you should just purchase a pair of skates or rent them.

However, you were already enjoying yourself, the car ride to the rink with Julie’s friends was fun, and the appeal of the night was already becoming clear. Maybe it would be worth it to just suck it up and buy a pair. Julie had offered to stick around and help you with the skates, but you shooed her off to ensure she made the most of her night, promising that you’d join her sooner than later if all goes well.

You’re lost in your thoughts, the sound of ABBA reverberating in the background as you compute and make mental calculations on how much money you can spare to spend on a new pair of skates. That is up until a larger figure situates himself on the counter across from you.

“Aren’t they slick?” Dark, almost puppy-like eyes meet yours, the sudden presence of the shop clerk in your personal bubble snapping you back into reality.

It’s almost hard to speak, the clerk is a handsome man with fluffy raven locks, and, to be quite honest, you’re not so sure what he’s calling ‘slick.’ “Pardon me, but which ones are you referring to?”

“Oh,” he laughs shyly, his head flipping between you and the skates behind him almost nervously. “I’m not quite sure myself actually, I thought you may have been looking at the skates on the top right shelf, usually people just need some words of encouragement after they’ve been looking for so long.”

Goodness gracious, he is endearing, you think. There is something so boyish about his presence that makes you feel a bit more comfortable around him, even if he has looks of a Casanova actor. Even if his arms are rippling as he shifts his weight on the counter in front of you.

“Well,” you pause, taking a second to read the name on his name tag, “Mingyu, is it?”

He nods, a little too eagerly and you’re almost worried he’s going to shake up all the blood in his head.

“I have been looking at all the pairs, Mingyu. Just not sure on the price, and I’m not so sure it’s worth buying a pair if I don’t even know how to skate. Any recommendations?”

Mingyu considers your situation for a minute before turning around to face the shelving behind him. You can’t help but blush slightly, finally noticing his tight corduroy pants that accentuated the length of his legs. He seems to settle on a pair quickly, dropping them on the counter in front of you with a satisfied look on his face. The slam of the skates on the counter pulls you out of another bout of spacing out.

“Alright, space cadet, I’d recommend these. They are great for someone on a budget, but the wheels won’t lock up on you and they look nice too,” he’s a good salesman, they do look nice, but you still find yourself worrying more than one should for a leisurely activity like this.

Mingyu senses your reluctance and decides to throw in one last sales pitch, “plus, if you purchase these now, I will throw in a free skating lesson with the one and only professional roller-skater.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, hesitant fingers running over your purse zipper as you wait for the punch line. “And who would that be?”

“Me! Who else would it be?” Mingyu exclaims, his bright smile immediately reflecting one onto your face. He seems so pure and kind; how could you even say no to the offer?

“You’ve sold me,” you laugh, finally diving into your purse and gathering up the right amount of bills to make the transaction.

Mingyu is swift with accepting the money, wasting no time to hand you the change before promptly starting on the laces, blabbering mindlessly about how you won’t regret your purchase. Honestly, he’s talking too quickly for you to even process what he is saying.

It was quite astounding how he so easily sold you on the skates. He could be twisting your arm for all you know, but his smile seems so earnest, so you’ll give it a shot.

Worst case, you’ll come back on another day when he isn’t working and attempt to return the skates.

“Are you ready? Let me help put these on you,” Mingyu asks, dropping a ‘Be Right Back in 15 minutes’ break stand on the counter and skating around through the back gate with your new skates in hand.

He guides you to a nearby seat and starts explaining the best way to lace up your skates. Mingyu asks for your name at some point, and all you can do is stutter out your name nervously in response. It’s all garbled after that, your mind going blank as it becomes increasingly difficult to focus as his fingers help lace up your new skates, large hand wrapping around your ankle and sending goosebumps up your spine when he deems they are laced tightly enough.

“Laces too tight?” He asks, the question innocent, but the way his eyes flicker up towards yours sends heat right to your lower stomach.

“Nope, all good. At least I think.”

Mingyu chuckles, sensing your nerves and patting your knee in support, “alright, well get up then. Let’s try them out.” He slaps his thighs before standing upright, holding a large hand out for you to take, and pulling you up with him.

Feeling like you were just born with new legs, you’re hesitant to start moving, and you quickly realize how precarious the skates are. Instinctually, you grasp onto Mingyu polo, and he is quick to give you tips on how to keep you balance.

Mingyu assists in guiding you towards the rink, reminding you of techniques on keeping balance, and letting you know you two will take a lap slowly around the rink first.

It doesn’t take long for Julie to notice you two, her jaw dropping when she sees you latched onto the stranger for dear life as he holds your hand, pulling you along the side walls of the rink.

She sends you a look from across the rink, hair flowing in the wind before she slows down her speed. You shrug, a blush coloring your cheeks as Mingyu attempts to regain your attention by tugging gently on your fingers.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize, almost stumbling and falling backwards as you redirect your attention, but Mingyu is quick-thinking to steady you. “I’ll focus better, I know your time is precious as a professional roller skater.”

It’s an attempted joke, and warmth fills your chest when he laughs, his eyes lighting up with joy as he does a little wiggle move in an attempt to prove his skills to you.

“No worries let’s keep on truckin,” he winks, continuing the lesson without another beat passing. His hands stay linked with yours, skating backwards easily as he corrects your feet from a pigeon-toed position to pointing outwards.

Time goes by too quickly with Mingyu, he’s all too charming for you, and the wind that flows through his and your hair as you skate together makes it feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You can understand why Julie loves Saturday night skates so much, the atmosphere is phenomenal, Julie occasionally slapping your behind when she passes by and thanking Mingyu for his help.

Skating also sounds especially appealing if Mingyu is here on these nights.

It’s disappointing when the night comes to an end. Julie has to practically tear you away from Mingyu’s skate shop, especially since he had to return back to the counter after a couple of laps, but he continued to spend the night and share tips with you. He even agreed to give you another free lesson.

Of course, you ended up joining Julie the next weekend for another skate, absolutely satisfying her as well. As exhilarating as it was knowing that you got to see Mingyu again, it was also exciting having more time with Julie, and being able to enjoy the hobby she loved so much with her. You’d even claim that some of Julie’s free-spiritedness was rubbing off on you finally.

Shockingly, you had denied picking up another shift at the library. Your boss wasn’t quite happy with your response, but Julie had encouraged you with a thrilled “stick it to the man” before dragging you out for another night.

Ultimately, Julie was right, skating was absolutely freeing, and you now had something to look forward to on the weekend other than spending hours of your life working.

However, inevitably, weeks passed rapidly, and you surprisingly became quite good at skating after how frequently you’ve visited the rink.

It’s been about a month since first joining Julie at the rink. Now you’ve become addicted to the weekend, absolutely looking forward to the loud music of the disco rink, colorful lights, and especially having the chance to see Mingyu’s dazzling smile.

Now you find yourself gliding across the floor much easier now, Mingyu signaling a thumbs up each time you pass by the skate shop, looking proud of how well you’re able to keep up with Julie as she drags you beside her and sings along with the Bee Gees, ABBA, and Donna Summer songs.

Sometimes you even do a little spin on the skates to show your new and improved skills. It makes both Mingyu and Julie laugh, Mingyu shouting “groovy moves” towards you both as you begin to coordinate your spins.

Yet, there’s a twinge of disappointment inside of you, knowing you no longer have the excuse that you’re poor at skating, and will no longer require the assistance of Mingyu. Thus, no longer feeling the burn of his fleeting touches as he helped encourage you to skate faster. No longer feeling the flames erupt inside your belly as he held your waist to balance you. No longer feeling his hot breath on your neck as he spoke instructions near your ear, even if it was just so you could hear him over the blaring music.

The only thing that kept you fed was that he only seemed to smile at you each time you passed by, even when most rink attendees had their eyes on him as well.

Julie seems to catch onto your fleeting looks, nudging you as a slower song came on to cool the rink, the lights dimming low and the disco ball being the only light radiating the rink. Mingyu’s tied up helping another girl around your age at the counter, her flirtatious nature clear as she covers his hand with hers.

Mingyu seems unsure about this advance, withdrawing his hand, but politely helping the girl with her rental skates.

“You two are ridiculous,” Julie sighs, “he’s clearly into you, you’re clearly into him, and both of you are too well-mannered to say anything. Hold on.”

Before you can say anything, Julie kicks your ankle, it’s a light kick, but it’s hard enough that it makes you bend over in slight pain. Like the speed of light, Julie is stomping off and skating over towards Mingyu’s shop. You can’t tell what she says to him, clearly pointing towards you, and you’re already preparing for the worst by the way Mingyu’s eyebrows raise almost up to his scalp.

Julie looks smug as Mingyu rushes towards you, the look of concern on his face making your heart beat a little too abnormally as you grip onto the sidewalls of the rink for support.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Why aren’t you sitting down? Julie should have taken you off the rink,” he seems stressed, quickly making his way into the rink and examining your bent over state.

“Oh,” you gasp when Mingyu’s arm wraps around your waist, encouraging you to lean all your weight into his broad body. “What do you mean? Julie just – “

“Your ankle,” he mutters, looking down at your feet worriedly as he finally sits you on a bench off the rink. “We need to get these skates off, come back to the shop with me really quickly, I have a med kit in the backroom, and I can wrap your ankle up.”

You don’t know what to say, unsure of the turn of events, shooting Julie daggers with your eyes as Mingyu carries you past her, but she looks all too smug for your liking.

Mingyu is prompt, carrying you into the backroom of the shop and propping you up on a small counter next to a sink. It’s a small room and it’s a tight fit for the two of you. The proximity is enough to make you feel dizzy as he searches for the med kit.

Mingyu’s deft fingers work expertly to unlace your skates, he sighs as his warm hands run over the lace marks left on your ankles where your socks didn’t cover. There’s also a clear red mark from where Julie had kicked your ankle.

“Does it hurt a lot? It doesn’t look like it’s bruising just yet,” He looks over your ankles worriedly, but quickly notices nothing is wrong.

“Um,” you quiver awkwardly, your cheeks becoming as bright as red roses as his soft eyes meet yours. “No, it doesn’t really hurt, but I didn’t injure myself. Blame Julie.”

He chuckles, shaking his head in exasperation with a small smile as he begins to realize the set up done by Julie. “I knew Julie might have been bullshitting. I told her you looked like a pro out there, but I know how clumsy you can be, space cadet, so I thought you may have actually hurt yourself.”

You hadn’t noticed Mingyu’s hands running up and down your thighs in a comforting motion until silence fell between you two.

“Well,” you breathe out, the air escaping your chest shakily as you become increasingly aware of how close you really were to Mingyu now. The goosebumps that paint your skin didn’t help hide the effect Mingyu had on you as well. “I’m OK now, so can you just put my roller skates back on?”

Mingyu nods, warm hands now leaving your skin and leaving a burning spot behind as he picks up your skates on the ground. The slight whimper you let out didn’t go unnoticed by Mingyu as his shoulder brushed your knees on the way back up.

Subconsciously, your legs begin to move without second thought, opening a bit wider and allowing for Mingyu to slot himself between your thighs. The air around you two begins to feel suffocating as his fingers softly grab your ankle once again, just like the first time, and sending heat right down to your lower stomach.

“Are you sure you’re OK, Y/N?” Mingyu breathes out, his fingers wrapping around your right ankle and lifting your leg up a bit teasingly. “You seem like you can’t catch your breath? Are you sure it doesn’t actually hurt?”

You know he’s teasing you now, his voice dropping an octave lower as he stares directly into your eyes between his dark lashes. The way he massages your ankle hints that he knows damn well that your ankle is perfectly OK.

“Yes,” you gasp as his finger dips into your sock, slowly unraveling the material and blowing on the exposed skin of your leg.

“Does it tingle?” He whispers, voice so deep that it practically reverberates through your head.

“Yes,” you’re practically whimpering as his hands run up your calf, past your knee, and over your thighs until his fingers reach the cutoff of your shorts.

“Good or bad?” His fingers dig at your skin gently, pressing into the sensitive skin as his lips close in dangerously towards yours.

“Good,” you sigh, you could practically feel his lips against yours at this point, your entire body tingling with desire as he closes in on you. It’s practically electrifying.

“Is this OK with you, Y/N?”

“Of course,” and with your consent, Mingyu presses his lips against yours, the soft buds melding against yours without much effort.

He’s quick to devour you, tongue sliding across your lips begging for permission. Of course, you oblige, accepting the deepened kiss needily. Mingyu’s fingers slide even further under your cutoffs, making the kiss between you two even hungrier as you feel his nails dig into your plush skin.

Mingyu whimpers into your mouth when your hands find their way into his hair, the sound of him driving you closer to insanity as he lets you lead the kiss for a bit. You’re amazed by how pliable he is, loving the way he presses closer to you with each gentle pull of his thick locks.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Mingyu hums, “can I take these off of you, Y/N?” He’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts now, the desperation of his tone making your entire body buzz with anticipation.

“Of course,” you sound winded, but Mingyu sighs in content, hastily working to remove your shorts after swiftly unbuttoning the waistband. He’s quick to capture your lips with his again, the hunger clear in the way he pushes into you, easily pulling your shorts off and discarding them on the floor.

Mingyu’s eyes are wild when he leans back to observe you, his look darkening as he focuses in on your bare thighs. He practically loses his mind when he notices a wet spot on your panties, the cotton slightly darkened and he’s dropping to his knees before you can protest.

He’s at a perfect height, large hands grabbing onto your ass in order to pull you towards the edge of the counter, his eyeline leading right where you’re the most vulnerable.

“Can I please taste you?”

“Please,” you beg, head throwing back in pleasure when he slots his mouth over your panties, nose nudging your most sensitive spot as he sucks at the wettened fabric. His mouth his hot on your clothed cunt, sending a ping of delight through you as he licks at the cotton. “Not enough.”

Mingyu moans as if to acknowledge your plea, one finger hooking at the fabric before his tongue dives between your folds. He’s immediately messy with his actions, tongue lapping passionately, tasting as much of your sweet nectar as possible as he works you closer and closer towards your first burst of overwhelming heat within your core.

Your hands are weaved in his hair again, encouraging him to lap and suck on your clit as the pulses of pleasure become even more unbearable to hold. He coaxes you to your first orgasm with one sharp suck to your clit, your juices spill out all over his tongue as he gladly licks it all up.

Mingyu doesn’t give you much time to recoup, standing back up to kiss you hungrily, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he begins to work at his belt buckle. With your help, he’s able to pull his corduroys off, reaching for a condom in his wallet before dropping the pants to the ground.

He’s unable to roll it on himself as you kiss and nibble at his neck, desperate whines escaping Mingyu’s mouth as you decide to take over. He feels a bit of relief when you work it onto his cock easily, the tight latex squeezing his aching length as you begin to slowly jerk him off.

Mingyu’s close to losing his mind when your hips buck in anticipation, your small hand still working at his length, and he stutter out a request. “C-Can I- please feel you completely?”

“Yes,” you moan, hips lining up with his as his tip glides between your folds, sensitivity sending a jolt through your body when he brushes your clit. “God, Mingyu, just do it.”

Mingyu’s length slowly enters you, your walls sucking him in without hesitation, waves of pleasure immediately warming you as his length and girth fills you all too perfectly.

Mingyu’s hands are gripping at your hips, his own muscles shaking as your walls take him in easily. You’re squeezing his cock in a way that has him moaning a bit too loud, your shushes reminding him that he is at work, and you are still in the rink. Even if the music drowns out your noises.

His thrusts are slow at first, ensuring that you can take every inch of him before he picks up his pace. Mingyu’s moans only get louder as your walls begin to pulse, squeezing with each unforgiving thrust of his hips, becoming groans as he dips his head into your neck, teeth sucking harshly at your skin as you breathe out in ecstasy.

He’s precise with each thrust, his tip nailing a spot so deep inside of you that you begin to see stars as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your hands grip at Mingyu’s back, an attempt to ground yourself as Mingyu’s length fills you so deliciously, that you think you’ll be addicted for the rest of your life.

“Holy shit,” you cry out at one particularly hard thrust, the fiery heat building at your core, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep quiet, nor how much longer you can keep your second orgasm at bay. “M-Mingyu.”

Something flips in Mingyu when you moan out his name, hand coming up to grab you chin as he forces your eyes to meet his. His pace quickens impossibly, his pubic bone brushing against your clit occasionally and bringing you closer to your breaking point.

He’s egged on by the wild look in your eyes, your swollen lips as his name falls from your mouth like a prayer, and he encourages you to come as obscene sounds come from the space where you and he connect.

“Make a mess of me, Y/N,” he pleads, even when he’s hammering into you there’s a hint of desperation in his tone, and all you can think about is making him fall apart himself. Your walls clench tighter around him, pulling yet another groan from him as the burning pleasure in your core explodes throughout your body, your thighs shaking as you feel the release spread like wildfire.

Mingyu is quick to follow, hot cum filling the condom inside of you, sending a second wave warmth throughout your core as his cock pulses. Mingyu’s canines dig deeply into your shoulder in attempt to hide his groans, only intensifying the sensitivity of your throbbing clit as he continues to thrust shallowly inside of you, riding out his high until the last second.

You’re like two naïve kids in love when he pulls his length out, tossing the soiled condom into the trash and making a note to really clean up the backroom before he leaves tonight. He giggles bashfully into your neck, observing the dark marks he left from his attempts to muffle his noises, but it only leaves him desiring this more and more. His nose comes up to nudge yours, pulling you in for one final sweet kiss.

“What about another lesson?” He whispers between kisses. “Looks like you’re a pro out there now.”

“I don’t think I’ll be needing those anymore,” you giggle, squirming as Mingyu fixes your panties back into place. He looks a bit disappointed, as if he’s unsure where to go from here. Slowly he helps you get dressed, buttoning up your shorts after he pulls his own pants back on.

“Y/N?” Mingyu tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you nod expectantly. “You know I don’t just give out free lessons to anyone, right?”

You almost laugh boisterously, but you simmer down quickly as Mingyu’s lips form a slight pout. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” he says very matter of fact, “I only offer them to the most special of people. I even tied your laces extra tightly to make sure you wouldn’t twist your ankle. Yet look where we are now.”

“Well, I did learn from the best,” you prod, “I guess you didn’t teach me to watch out for Julie’s though.”

Mingyu chuckles, the same endearing sound you’ve grown used to. “That’s true, I guess no professional could have been prepared for Julie’s antics.”

“So, what now?”

“What about a date? Or a couple’s skate? Think you can keep up with me?”

You laugh teasingly, “how about can you keep up with me?”

“I should have never sold you those skates,” Mingyu jokes, pinching your nose, but his eyes give away that he’s in way too deep, absolutely head over heels about you. “Why don’t we go test that out? How about we test out that theory every weekend?”

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights. How could you have ever wanted nothing to do with these two things?

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bakugoushotwife · 11 months

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kinktober day twenty-two: cunnilingus

>>> idk why i’m only here for yandere rough megumi sjdkfkffkg i mean he isn’t all the way yandere but it’s strongly implied, y’all enjoy!

>>> starring: megumi fushiguro x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: yandere-ish behavior, cunnilingus (f receiving) clearly, doggy, overstimulation, prone bone kinda, creampie, jealous megumi. >>> wc: 2.5k >>> event masterlist.

it really was his favorite place to be. being between your legs, face buried in your warm, wet and sweet-tasting cunt was so soothing and fulfilling to him he simply could not get enough. he wondered if he had an oral fixation specifically because of your pussy, almost concerned with how much he loves being on his knees wherever whenever just to get a taste of you. at the beginning of your relationship, megumi was a bit…nervous around you. it wasn’t like his mind wasn’t coursing with lewd thoughts about his pretty little curvy angelic goddess of a girlfriend, he just didn’t know how to tell you he craved your cunt on his face like normal men crave water. so yes, he had to come out of his sexual shell so to speak. but it seems this god forsaken get together at gojo’s was going to ease him out of it—and your cunt wouldn’t be his sweet release, it would be his sloppy playtoy by the end of the night.

not to say that megumi wasn’t pleasing you enough already, though, of course. he may be a bit routine about things, but he always took care of you. did you want him to be a little rougher from time to time? sure, but you’ve never been with someone so eager and passionate about eating you out either. that alone was worth his perhaps lack in kinkiness.

though your boyfriend has a bunch of his own ideas including a host of naughty things he wants to do to you as well as the ones spurring from his crippling jealousy. he’s not even quite sure where it comes from, gojo gave him everything he needed out of life and he never felt jealous of other kids growing up despite his unconventional upbringing. but when it came to you, he felt something sinister tug at him. maybe it was because you are so otherworldly beautiful that he can’t help but be on standby, waiting for someone to make a shitty comment about your body or stealing you away. maybe it’s because he knows he’s not doing enough to earn the pleasure of calling you his. but no one else could do any better than him, he knows that for sure.

so why is yuuta trying? he knows full well who you belong to—gojo’s famed favorite former pupil has you pulled aside, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your protective and sensitive boyfriend. it’s been years since you all had gojo-sensei’s class, but megumi still hated that yuuta okkotsu. his dad favored him as his successor over him, and even yuji took to him pretty quickly. those were reasons enough to hold a forever grudge, but watching the older man hold all your attention was driving him to murderous thoughts. having all the former sorcerers in one spot wasn’t a good idea—especially not when megumi had acquired an absolute babe in the time apart from his now young adult friends.

especially not when yuuta had you leaned against the wall, nervously chuckling to whatever he was saying, eyes darting around to look for your boyfriend. megumi was frozen in place, trying to settle the argument between the devil and angel on each shoulder. he could just approach yuuta and explain reasonably that you’re spoken for, and that he should keep it moving. but on the other hand, he thinks he should punch yuuta in the face because everyone knows you’re spoken for and that he’s your man. then he should drag you upstairs and fuck you sore and screaming until every person in attendance was uncomfortable. he can see you get increasingly anxious, so he makes the decision.

“c’mon okkotsu. you know that’s my girl.” you hear the ice drip from his tone. he’s not playing any games, and that’s clear by his unamused scowl and the way he folds his arms over his chest. you’re relieved to see him, smiling softly at the man you’ve always known to be your stoic and calm boyfriend. but the look in his eyes as he slides them over to look at you sends a shiver down your spine. yuuta chuckles nervously, blaming the alcohol and your cute dress for his lack of sense.

megumi growls at that, rearing his hand back to start a real problem. this was practically his house, he didn’t care about any potential repercussions—but your voice comes over him to invoke reason.

“hey hey, point made. he’s gone.” you know it’s true based off the shuffling of yuji and toge getting off the couch to ensure that yuuta and megumi are separated before it can come to blows. you lean into his chest, but his gaze only follows the group of boys as they shift upstairs.

his arms fall around your waist, and he wonders if he actually even heard what you said or if your voice alone was enough to make him hesitate. the rest of the party guests still watch the scene—wondering if it gets better or worse from here. some of them had experienced megumi’s temper before, some knew it was a horrific mix of nurture and nature, both his father and the man who raised him horrifically jealous beasts of nature. and the apple doesn’t fall far.

“go upstairs. find a room.” he snarls, daring anyone in attendance to speak up against him. your cheeks flush at his command. he’s only ever spoken to you with a gentle tone, with patience and understanding and all the warmth a man like himself can convey. but you’ve yearned for this other side—this gruffness in his voice and the unwavering dominance in his eyes. he doesn’t care that everyone’s watching—in fact, he wants them to. you nod eagerly, turning tail to find an unoccupied spare room in gojo’s giant house.

he only loiters behind long enough to let everyone watch you obey him—the prettiest woman in the universe, who could easily have anyone she ever wanted, caters to his every whim and order. he lags behind you just a bit, but you can feel his presence. it’s dark. he’s always been a distant, more guarded man. because of that, he’s always been regarded as cold. but his light never felt daunting until now. he never felt oppressive or controlling or possessive; you don’t have to look over your shoulder to know he’s close. it makes heat lick up your stomach walls and bubble down your legs as you wobble towards a room at the end of the hall that was sure to be vacant. you knock to be sure anyway, but megumi reaches around your waist to open the door anyway. his other hand grips your hip, pushing your forward with the pressure of his pelvis against your ass.

you gasp and stumble into the darkness, giggling a little in excitement as you find the bed. megumi’s fingers find the light switch, and you turn to look at his anger riddled features, something only jealousy could produce.

“yuuta okkotsu, huh?” he asks, pulling his shirt over his head. it messes up the spiky tendrils of his hair, but you don’t notice over the crazed look in his eyes. he’s pale and lean, dips along his slender abdomen indicating the strength hiding beneath. he fiddles with his belt next. “you have a voice. why didn’t you tell him to back off?”

you flush with embarrassment, anxiety rippling at your core to mix with the burning excitement. “i—i was try—“

“i—i” megumi mocked, licking his teeth. he walked closer to you, taking over that tiny little sundress you wore that was no doubt the only layer keeping him or anyone else away from your drooling cunt. it aggravates him. you look this beautiful out in public all the time—and it really didn’t matter if you were in this slutty dress or a goddamn burlap sack, anyone with eyes in their head could tell that you were an angel among mortal men. “you’re too nice for your own good. you almost got his ass kicked because you don’t know how to speak up for yourself.”

you bite your lip, nodding along to his scolding. you know you should apologize to him, but you can’t deny how much it turns you on to see him so angry. especially when he approaches you, pushing your sitting form in to a laying one so he could yank you by the hips to the bottom of the bed. he flips your sundress up, snarling again when he finds you bare—and soaking fucking wet.

“oh i see. you’re cute enough to parade around like this but can’t tell other boys you have a man?” he spits on your pussy, sliding it around your hood and lips with his middle and ring fingers. “i’ll help you find your voice.”

he shoves your thighs apart and keeps them like that, rolling his eyes as you squirm and writhe. it’s only in excitement, though. your hands find his hair to prove it as he dives toward your cunt, lapping at you eagerly. he can’t help but moan at your taste—no matter how many tried only he got to experience this moment, the way you look with his mouth suckling on your clit; brows draw up in ecstasy, lip already swollen and puffy from your teeth repeatedly gnawing into it. he couldn’t help but be obsessed with you, anyone would be—it was clear that pretty much everyone was.

but you remind him of your love when you clutch your thighs around his face, tugging his hair so hard he has no choice but to bury his face deeper, sucking and biting on your clit so roughly you whimper—big hands that always stay cool to the touch paw at the meat of your thighs to let you know just how much he enjoys being one that pleasures you. he needs to hear you scream his name—needs you to let everyone know who it is that’s got you seeing stars and arching off the mattress.

“meg—gonna cum, oh sh—“ your stomach burns, and you lurch and crumple to try to relieve it, but megumi holds you down. he grunts to egg you on, demanding your orgasm to come quicker as he nibbles on the very source of your pleasure, sending colorful orbs flashing across your vision as you wail his name. you’re getting there, but he knows you can get louder.

“don’t hold back now, do better.” he seems agitated as he hooks his arms around your thighs—pulling your cunt to his face without any means of escape. he slides his tongue back in your hole, intense jaded emerald eyes watching your contorted face of deliriousness. you were brainless already, chants of ‘megumi—megumi—megu—meg-megumi!’ roll past your lips as he slides his tongue along your entire slit, nose bumping against your swollen and oversensitive clit so hard he almost feels bad for all his old classmates and friends listening to your guttural cries. almost.

you’re weightless, suspended in space—floating in a river of unending bliss. it’s too much. you’re finally getting what you’ve always asked for and you can’t handle it—and his pants are still on. the only things tying you to the planet are: the feeling of his soft hair clenched tight in between your fingers, the tears stinging at the corners of your eyes from the sheer pressure of his mouth milking your pussy, and his delicious grunts of demand. you can’t deny him, and your hips clearly beg for more as they hump his face to push you towards your second edge in just a few minutes.

he hopes yuuta and all those other motherfuckers that have ever thought about toeing the line get the fucking message—you’re certainly being loud and clear. your vision darkens completely, mouth dropped in a permanent yell of his name. it’s perfect, and megumi lacks the patience to be gentle, for once. he shoves you back, lips glistening with your slick, cheeks red from his hard work and eyes flickering with a cold flame so hot your whole body burns for him.

he shrugs, shoving his pants down and tugging at the hand of his solid black briefs next. “face down, ass up.” you bite your lip in anticipation, rolling to your stomach in the pretty arch he requested. he nods at your obedience, getting up on the bed with you. his cool touch finds your hips at the same time his fat cockhead finds your entrance—and he’s pulling you down on him mercilessly. “don’t you dare quiet yourself. i want them to hear everything.”

his growl affects you almoat as much as his rough strokes, curved pale length stabbing through to your cervix without any breaks in between. megumi cursed under his breath, pulling your arms behind your back to ensure that you struggled to obey him. it was cute watching you turn your face in the covers so he—and everyone else—could hear your animalistic cries. he pins your wrists in one massive trap of his own hand, his other still leveraging a hold on your hip to keep you from escaping his brutal ruts.

it’s no wonder he’s a jealous fucking freak over you at all. your pussy was magical, soaking wet and beaten into the shape of him and him alone—you gripped him like his own personal mold. he couldn’t stomach anyone even thinking about having you in the way he has you right now. it messes with him that he can’t stop that—but maybe your gorgeous curses of his name will be enough to ward off such worries for a while. he fills you so perfectly you could never think about another man anyway—even if he was only soft and gentle and tender with you, a far cry from what he is right now, you’d never stray. but especially with this performance, with your brain jolting around in your head and nothing but fire and ice flooding your senses—you can only scream out your love for him just like he wants.

“that’s what i’m talking about. scream and cum, babe.” he encouraged, letting your hands go so he could yank on your hair. he tugs hard, and it sends electricity shooting down your spine. his voice is so raspy and needy as his cock twitches inside your walls—as unforgiving and tight as they were since you were fluttering close to your release. “i said cum.”

you gasp out, feeling him pinch your clit again, the final push you needed as you reach out for the headboard. he keeps you from crawling away by knocking you flat to the bed, hand sprawled across your back to make you take it. you’re a goner, only able to feel the ridges of his cock abusing your worn hole—scraping against the entrance to your womb from this angle. his speed dies down and warmth floods your cunt, making a dumb little smile spread across your face. he rolls his hips into your ass slower, riding out your high. he’s panting, running a hand through his sweaty hair before he leans over to kiss you. he’s still needy, eagerly finding your mouth and kissing you with a beautiful mix of passion and aggression.

it sinks in then just how rough he’s been with you, and his eyes flash with regret. his lips move to form an apology—but a knock on the door cuts him off.

“hey junior—you done? everyone’s traumatized. great work.” gojo snickers—clearly proud of his boy.

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agi-ppangx · 1 year

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💭you’re safe now

bang chan x gn!reader

an: based on this request<3 not really proofread so i apologize in advance for any typos and mistakes !!

you heard chan enter your shared apartment around two in the morning. you were sitting in front of your computer, random show playing in the background, but you didn’t really pay attention. your whole day felt like a blur - you woke up in the middle of the night from a particularly bad nightmare. you had them almost every day - they caused you to be constantly tired due to waking up with a pounding heart long before your alarm. you were anxious all the time and you couldn’t concentrate. today was no different, except the nightmare that woke you up was different, scarier, and it caused your day to be an absolute disaster. you couldn’t concentrate on your way to work, almost bumping your car into another in front of you. when you arrived and your boss saw you he immediately ordered you to go home, because oh, my god yn, you look like a zombie! you came back to your apartment and just sat down, crying your eyes out, feeling completely helpless and defenceless. then you played something on your computer and here you were, your eyelids so, so heavy, but you were too scared to give in and fall asleep, knowing all too well that it only meant another nightmare.

“yn?” you jumped when chan’s hand caressed your shoulder. “hey, it’s just me,” he continued, his voice quiet and soothing. you relaxed once you fully comprehended the situation and sighed loudly. “what are you still doing up, hm?” he hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “i don’t want to go to sleep,” you whispered, your eyes welling with tears already. chan noticed your state and immediately paused the show which was still playing quietly in the background. he picked you up from the chair and you didn’t even protest, seeking comfort in your boyfriend’s arms. he sat on the edge of bed, situating you on his lap and you instantly nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne reaching your nose. “i’m so scared,” you sobbed into his hoodie, wetting the material. he squeezed your waist, encouraging you to tell him more so he could understand you better. “i don’t want to experience this again. it was so terrifying and when i close my eyes i can still see it and-” you were starting to hyperventilate and chan had to stop you and instruct you to take a few deep breaths. you hugged him again, your cheek placed on his chest. chan started to rock you gently in his arms. “you’re safe now, baby. i promise everything is okay and you’re not in danger,” he whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your temple. you just nodded, knowing he’s telling the truth. “maybe… maybe you could make an appointment with your therapist? you haven’t seen her for a while, so perhaps the pills aren’t working anymore. how about that, love?” he asked you gently, carefully picking the words. he knew it was a sensitive topic to you. “i should probably do that, shouldn’t i?” you answered, yawning and he quietly chuckled at your response. “i just think it would be the best idea.” you hummed at that and before you could say anything more, tiredness overpowered you and you fell asleep in chan’s embrace, feeling safe enough to let your guard down and rest.

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twilghtkoo · 2 years

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pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. pouty haechan, reader is a tease :P

note. i’ve seen a lot of tiktoks of ppl using the love tester filter on their partners and idols and my brain IMMEDIATELY started working,, hehehehe i can only imagine a competitive and pouty hyuck >:) so here u go!!

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you’ve never fed into those zodiac compatibility tests or those love calculators, where you put you and your partner’s name and it calculates a percentage of how compatible you both are. but haechan on the other hand . . .

“maybe you should type my birth name,” haechan blurts out anxiously from behind you.

you stifle a giggle, biting your lap as your thumb repeatedly deletes each letter of his stage name. “dong...hyuck.” you type out his actual name after his directive. you press the check mark and hit the record button. your name sits on top as his name sits below yours inside the pink heart with the percentage loading in the center.

the meter rising up and down, haechan being slightly anxious is making you anxious as well. but that might just be his leg shaking next to yours. the meter stops below the middle, a thirty-two percent.

he snatches your phone from your hand, staring accusingly at the screen. his narrowed eyes making a zoomed in appearance on your camera. “yah, what-” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he slyly brushes under his nose with his index finger. “the hell does this filter know. baby, do you believe this filter? you know this is fake right? my love for you literally breaks the scale! it should be one hundred percent.” his eyes widen with concern, thinking that you actually will believe the fake calculation.

with pressed lips, you try to fight back the smile that’s fighting. “hm, i don’t know, it seems the results say we’re not really meant to be...look, ‘just friends’.” you show him the screen again, playfully teasing him.

he lets out a gasp, flinging himself on you, arms and legs wrapped around your body. “no, no,no,no.. you’re being mean!” he whines, into your neck, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin.

you blurt out laughing, lightly shoving him off of you. “no, baby, i don’t. i know you are completely, undeniably, in love with me. and i, you.” you tell him truthfully, staring into his narrowed eyes that soften with each word you spoke.

he hums appreciatively, closing the small gap between you two once again as he softly pecks your lips.

haechan finds these filters entertaining, he can’t help that a filter that aimlessly gave out a wrong answer when his true love is sitting right next to him on the couch that sits in his dorm’s living room.

“okay, i’m done with technology for the day. come on,” he takes your hand in his, dragging you to his room. “let’s make up for that thirty-two percent.”

he closes the door with his foot and locks it behind him. “by doing what?” you ask quizzically, arms crossed over your chest.

“i’m gonna make love to you.” he steps forward til he’s close enough to grasp your hips in his hands, pushing you until the back of your legs hit his bed.

your eyes widen and your lips part. “what?” and haechan doesn’t respond with words instead pressing his lips onto yours. you were prepared to use force to pull away and ask him if he was serious, but when his tongue darts out and runs along your bottom lip, your mind became hazy and your arms are circling around his neck.

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jinkookspencil · 1 year

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til you make it | jjk

jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

tags/description: jk x chubby reader / fluff / friends to lovers / fake dating trope / rating: like pg13 or 15 with swear words / slow paced / it feels like one very long date :)) / this can be read as a oneshot but it ends in a way that sets up a part 2 which i will likely write but i still haven't gotten the chance to do so please bear with me / image from koomoments, i found it on goggle and edited it further

words: ~7.7k

tw+note: this fic includes fatshaming - detailed description: someone makes a comment about jk being out of oc/yn’s league and her not being good enough to date jungkook because of her size (the person says this to jk, behind oc/yn's back). oc/yn assumes people think that too, and talks to jungkook about her experiences dating as a plus-sized woman, mainly the fact that her ex was ashamed to go out with her. and in case anyone is wondering about where this fic comes from and any sensitivities regarding this fic, this is another fic that is loosely based on an experience i had myself... well, i wish this was what i had ~.~ i channeled my hurt into something comforting for myself and hopefully others. if anyone has ever been in a similar position and was fat-shamed or made to feel like they don't deserve good things because of your size, just know that you never deserved that treatment - you deserve all the good the world has to offer. lots of love always to my fellow curvy/plus/chubby people, and anyone who takes the time to read my fics <3

“Jungkook… Jungkook are you there?”

Your muffled voice echoed through his phone, thrown on the bed behind him as he searched his room frantically for his sweatpants. Talking to you on the phone wasn’t uncommon, but he jumped the moment he saw your name and when the clock on his bedside table confirmed the time. 3 AM. Later than you’d ever called. Dressing might’ve been a silly notion, but at this hour, his fight or flight response was triggered, and he couldn’t bring himself to think, let alone talk to you half-dressed. The urgency and/or intimacy of it all… frightened him.

“Yes! I’m here!” he calls out, hopping into his sweatpants before grabbing the phone and putting you up to his ear, feeling the cool glass of his screen nudged between his neck and his shoulder as he tied the strings at his stomach. “What’s up?”

“I need… a favor.”

“Anything.” He couldn’t have answered any faster. In the back of his mind, Jungkook hoped you’d called for another late-night talk, maybe one of your delirious, exhaustion-caused conversations where you’d fall asleep to his voice as he played along with whatever you’d wanted to talk about… Those were his favorites, even doing the same to you himself. Or maybe it was to inquire about one of his ramen recipes, going so far as to hope you’d ask him to come over and make it for you… In a perfect world, maybe. Well, if it were a perfect world, it’d be a confession.

A favor only made his heart race faster. Jungkook trusted his intuition in getting dressed, already walking to his front door, ready to go to you wherever you were... He already presumed you weren't drunk in a club and in need of someone to pick you up... you didn’t sound like it. The ramen recipe, perhaps? Though you sounded too anxious for it to be so. In any case, he meant his words - he’d do anything for you…

“It’s not serious, but it will take up some of your time tomorrow.”

“I said anything,” he reiterates, partly relieved.

“I’m invited to a wedding next week - my sister's best friend - and I need to get a dress. Do you mind coming to the mall with me tomorrow…”

That’s it? Jungkook joyously helped you pick out outfits, accessories, and even nail polish colors in the past, and every time he did - whether you’d asked or when he’d subtly recommended something he liked to you - his heart would flutter whenever he’d seen you actually take his advice, so he’d definitely agree, happily even…. but there had to be more to it.

“Well, I mean, of course….” he whispered quietly into the phone, his confusion apparent.

“Yeah, there’s more to it - don’t agree just yet...” In the moment of silence that followed, Jungkook silently prayed you’d ask him to go to the wedding with you. To be your plus one. Oh, what he’d give to spend the night beside you, the both of you all dolled up… Imagining the possible starlights at the scene with love in the air, he knew it’d be a great chance at finally confessing. If he chickened out, at least he’d be able to imagine what it’d be like to be your boyfriend for a night.

“Would you…. Would it be okay if you pretended to be my boyfriend?” Jungkook felt his stomach turn at the thought of the heavens answering his prayers that quickly and immediately regretted not asking for more. He almost missed what you’d said next. “If we go shopping tomorrow…. Would it be okay for you to pretend to be my boyfriend?”

“When… when we go shopping?” Jungkook choked, knowing you could hear his confusion through the phone once again.

“Yeah… You see… Most times when I go shopping… someone always has something to say about my body, and I’m kind of sick of it. ‘You won’t find anything in our store. Please leave.’ ‘I’m surprised this fits you.’ And then, just last week, I got the ‘Honey, no dress could flatter you enough that you’d be able to pull a man.’ That got me thinking, and…. I kinda suspect you, or someone, a man, being there with me might shut them up… some weird form of using the patriarchy and people’s internalized misogyny to, weirdly enough, protect my peace.”

Jungkook felt his blood boil as you went on. You, the most beautiful person he’d ever met, were being shamed… spoken to in that way…. often? People went out of their way to make you feel bad…. for having a body?

“What the fuck…”

“Yeah… I’m a bit embarrassed, actually… Should we forget it? Pretend I never asked. If it’s too much, I could just go alone - if I experience it, I experience it. I’m used to it. I just want to… try this as an experiment.”

“Don’t ever feel embarrassed. You don’t have to be. I feel embarrassed for not… for not knowing... I’m so fucking sorry you… ever had to go through that.” He’d felt a pang in his heart as the words left his mouth. An idiot was what he thought he was. It was something he’d never spared a thought about - how people, how you, could be mistreated in everyday life for simply existing as you were….

“No, don’t be sorry, Jungkook. It is what it is.”

It is what it is? It shouldn’t be, he thought.

“Of course I’ll be there, ____. Of course, I’ll be your boyfriend.” He told you he’d do anything for you, and he meant it - he needed you to know that - and this was the very least he could do. “And hey, for the record, I’ll never let that ever happen to you again, you hear me? You just call me, okay? Anytime. I’ll do whatever I can. You’re not going through this shit again, okay? I'm your boyfriend whenever you want me to be... ”

Did you take the hint?

“Thanks, Jungkook,” you say, with an exhale and a slight giggle that gives away that you’d been choked up, the final nail in the coffin for Jungkook’s composure…

It wasn't the right time to confess, he knew that, but an ‘I love you’ still rested at the tip of his tongue. Friends loved each other... 'I love you' was always a comforting thing to hear... would it be so awkward now? You both have told each other variations of the saying in the past - from ‘love ya’s’ to random finger hearts in crowded rooms- but never the exact phrase. It held too much weight - the weight of the confession that, similarly, he’d been dying to relay…. but he reminded himself... it wasn't the right time.

“I told you… anything”

“I’ll see you tomorrow… boyfriend.”

✿

“Hi… girlfriend.”

Jungkook didn’t even try to hide the smile on his face. It’d hopefully overshadow the bags under his eyes… He’d been up for hours after your call - pressure, joy, anger, and pain overwhelming him all at once as he imagined what you might’ve gone through before, what undeserving, cruel words you’d heard from people too blind to see the sheer beauty before them. It hurt him even more that you felt embarrassed about asking him for help. You never should’ve been embarrassed about a damn thing. If anything had been embarrassing at the situation, it was the time he’d spent in front of his mirror, rehearsing vague, angry threats and snide comments he might have had to make, tapping out after a cringey “that’s my girlfriend” line.

Jungkook was never one to insult and intimidate others so purposefully, his enigmatic baby villain-like exterior always doing the work instead. It'd work whether they saw him as the lovestruck, caring sweetheart he was or the tough, protective boyfriend he could also be... but he knew the tattoos, piercings, and his physique probably aided him with the latter option, with Jungkook himself assuming it was the reason you'd asked him specifically to help out, especially over Taehyung, your mutual friend who also happened to be an actor... And busy on a late-night shoot, Tae left him helpless. He could not prepare any speech or insult to save his life, stuck between how to go about his dream role. You'd trusted him, and Jungkook decided he had no choice but to trust himself too. Whatever he emulated was up to the other person, and whatever came out of him would be the truth he’d been feeling at the moment. Whether he leaned into either side - either knowingly or unknowingly - all of it was still him, and specifically him as a boyfriend... That killed the nerves more than anything and allowed him to focus on the silver lining. He’d gotten the role he’d always wanted, and though there could have been better contexts, you looked as beautiful as ever in your flowy sundress… even as you did roll your eyes.

“Boyfriend,” you greeted him jokingly, smiling too before looking at him up and down. “What do you have going on today, Koo? I can't tell if you just came from the gym or not.”

Jungkook shakes his head in response, a proud, bunny-toothed smirk on his face. After ransacking his entire wardrobe that morning, he paired his go-to ripped jeans with a Nike muscle tee, clutching his motorcycle jacket in his hand. It wasn’t like him to wear sleeveless tops outside of the gym, still shy to show off the muscles he’d worked so hard for, as well as the tattoos he’d designed himself…. but provided he was there to intimidate others - and hopefully impress you - he had no doubts about showing them off and his mish-mash of an outfit. “This is just in case anyone even thought about saying anything to you today,” he added, flexing his muscles before spreading his arms wide open. “Come here.”

It didn’t pass Jungkook’s eye that you’d hesitated to step into his arms, but when you do, he finds himself inhaling deeply - your scent, but more so the feeling of you. With you in his arms, everything fell into place, as it always had with you.

“I’ve always got you. I have your back, you know that right?” he whispered into your neck, digging his fingertips as hard as he could into your soft, plush skin, hoping it’d emphasize his promise when he noted how your heartbeat hadn’t slowed as it always did when you hugged.

You hadn’t said a word the entire time, even as you pulled away and glanced up at him - ever so briefly. He'd have waited until you said something first, but he’d always read your face with ease, and the panic he sensed emanating from you only agonized him further. Once again, he tries to push away the scenarios you must’ve gone through.

He murmurs your name, sparking your attention. Remembering his role for the evening, Jungkook allowed himself to follow an urge he’d always resisted, brushing a stray hair away from your face, cupping your round chin in his hands. It felt too good - a taste of his forbidden imagined scenarios and the person he'd always dreamt of.

“Always, okay? I won’t allow my girlfriend to go through this,” he said, forcing himself to emphasize the title he wanted to give you in a teasing way. Again, you roll your eyes and push his hand away.

“We’re just testing a theory, Koo,” you say, starting to walk with him alongside you. “Don’t… get too into it.”

“Are you kidding? The acting classes I took years ago are finally coming in handy. This is good practice,” he said, wishing he could just tell you that he likely wouldn’t be acting at all - merely doing all the things he wished he could do on a regular basis. He kicked it off by grabbing your wrist, intertwining your fingers into his.

Jungkook had been so cool, so collected until this moment. It was only until he actually did it that Jungkook realized that hand-holding was expected, and he cursed himself for not spending more time prepping himself in front of the mirror. It was such a simple act, what he always wanted to do.... and so it drove him crazier than the hug. You’d hugged in the past, as friends do, but never held hands... not like this, at least. Taehyung had urged him to try doing so in the past, to ‘gauge your response,’ but he’d always been too much of a coward to do anything besides ask for high-fives and offer his elbow for you to hold when he walked you home. You were braver, taking his hand and tracing his tattoos whenever your talks went a little too deep or needed a distraction…. just as you did now, with your finger rubbing the skin below his thumb... Still, this felt different for the both of you.

Jungkook bit at his lips, trying to hold back….something. He himself wasn’t even sure if it was a smile or a squeal, but he soon remembered the point of his presence. The favor. A boyfriend - he, as a boyfriend - would never be able to keep his eyes off of his loved one. So, he’d allowed himself to steal glances your way, noting every single time how low you’d kept your head as you walked.

"Hey," he says, stopping.

"What?"

"Nothing," he smiles, taking in your expression and the way the sunlight beautifully shone on your face. "I just wanted to look at you."

"Okay, Bradley Cooper in A Star is Born," you chuckle, nudging him to continue your walk. "You need to watch more movies."

"And you need to know that you look really pretty today. You do know you're pretty, right?"

"Oh, shut up, Koo... I know."

Jungkook didn't know if you believed him or if you were serious or not, but he knew damn well that he was... Perhaps he was overdoing it already, but remembering how quickly his prayers had been answered just the night before, he held out hope that the universe still had his back, silently praying you’d soon realize see how good of a “fake” boyfriend he was and asked him to be your real one.

“This is the main store I wanted to visit, Koo,” you say, stopping in front of a modern gold and beige storefront on the busy high street. Suddenly, he felt an emptiness in his hand and at his side when you let go to reach out and pull open the glass door. Already half open, he forcefully tugs the brass handle as far back as he could, holding the door open for you to walk in first.

“I’m your boyfriend, remember? Let me do it,” he whispers by your ears and into the stony silence of the cool room.

Looking around, Jungkook quickly saw plenty of dresses that’d look great on you. It was overwhelming at first glance, but the one you pulled out from a nearby rack trumped them all. A blush, floor-length tulle dress, with tiny embroidered daisies scattered all over the fabric, including the translucent balloon sleeves and an off-shoulder neckline. It was almost as beautiful as you were.

“I knew they had this in stock! What do you think?” you smile, putting it up against your body. For the first time that day, Jungkook’s mind went blank - he was suddenly grateful you hadn’t asked him to accompany you to the wedding. It’d be too much to see you in it.

“Pretty,” he murmurs, holding the fabric between his index and thumb, tracing over a tiny daisy.

“Right? I’ll go try it on. Wait here, okay?” you say, moving to leave but quickly returning to place a swift kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook was so taken aback he did nothing even long after he’d seen you approach the sales assistant in the back and disappear into a dressing room.

“You can sit over here,” said the woman, who now returned and pointed at the arrangement of chairs a few steps away.

“Thanks,” he whispered, only now realizing his hand had been on his cheek, tracing the ghost of your kiss. You’d kissed his cheek. He’d been happily playing the role of the boyfriend the entire time, he hadn’t realized you hadn’t done much to play the role of ‘the girlfriend’ in return. But you did it. You kissed him. You wanted to, at least in that moment…

Jungkook tried not to linger on the thought any longer, knowing it’d feed his delusions. Pulling out his phone as he plopped onto the velvet seat, he loaded up the mobile game he’d been struggling with, and it was a few minutes later when he realized someone had been calling him.

“Sorry?” Jungkook asked, looking up to see the sales assistant leaning on the couch opposite him.

“I said ‘Hey,’” she repeats.

“Hey…” he responds, perplexed until he realizes you might've been calling him. “Is she okay in there? Does she need me?”

“Uhm, I don't think so,” she replies, seemingly just as confused as he was. “But… I was wondering… what’s her deal?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is she rich or something?”

“What?”

“I mean, what’s the catch, exactly? Why are you with her?”

“Because I love her? There's no catch.” It was freeing to say the words so openly, Jungkook thought - they’d left his lips without a thought. Still, what's it to her?

“Oh, come on,” she went on, rolling her eyes. “You know you’re out of her league. Just keep her for 'her kind' and the fetish freaks on the Internet, you know? You’re too hot to-“

In utter disbelief and refusing to hear another word, Jungkook stood up and made a beeline for the dressing room, his long strides and huffs echoing throughout the store in response.

“Hey, babe - need any help with the dress?” he asks a little too loudly, knocking on the dressing room door in the same fashion.

“....Yeah, actually. Can you get the woman that works here?” you say on the other side.

“No. Let me in.”

“Jungkook, just call her.”

“Let me in. I’m your boyfriend,” he emphasizes. “Let your boyfriend help.”

“…This dress is supposed to be a surprise, honey,” you reply.

“Babe, I already saw the dress,” he half-chuckles, almost forgetting his anger. You were clever as hell but never thought of the wittiest comebacks - it was endearing.

Jungkook rushed through the moment you pried open the wooden door, turning the metal lock behind him. Still lost in his thoughts, he mindlessly zips up your dress before stomping to the room’s bench, sitting upon it with his head in his hands.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he lies, feeling just how furrowed his brows had been as he stared at the floor.

“You don’t seem like it. Why’d you insist on coming in here?” you say by the mirror a few footsteps away.

“.....Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, this was uncool. I just wanted to get out of there. The… uh… scents on their diffuser were too much. My nose acted up... started sneezing.” It was hard to lie to you. He’d rushed over because he always had, for you were his safe space even now, but it surely was to prove something too. His eyes darted around the cramped dressing room, trying to look anywhere but you... he was too ashamed. “I'm so sorry, ____. This was my first thought. I didn’t even think that you were obviously getting dressed. Should I leave?”

“Koo, honey, relax. I don't know what's up, but... I don't think I want you to leave," you softly whisper.

Pink obstructed his vision, the spot on the carpet he'd been so focused on. Daisies made him snap out of his rage. And the hand on his knee interrupted the voice in his head that’d been on a tirade on the injustices of the world. But looking up at you, the world suddenly seemed so beautiful - you were in it.

“I'd never leave, then,” he says with a smile. “I’m fine.”

The reassurance was enough for you to get up from your crouched position by his legs and return to the mirror.

“We both know you can't lie, so I need you to tell me how I look in this dress. My curves stick out a little more than I’d like, and I don’t know how I feel about the whole arm situation. But I think I’ll get it. Nice, huh?”

“Nice." Repeating your description was the only thing he could do, unable to think of anything else to say. You were covered in flowers, yet here you stood, prettier than every single flower he’d seen in his entire life, let alone the ones on your dress. The dress did cling to your body at certain angles, and that’s what made it even all the more alluring. He had no idea what you’d meant by 'the whole arm situation' - the skin he’d always wanted to bite on was even more tempting through the translucent fabric… and with your shoulders out... it was a sight too good to be true. A wave of envy rushed over him, thinking of all the wedding guests that'd see you in the dress for hours while he only got a glimpse... They had no idea just how damn lucky they were, but Jungkook knew that he was as well, grateful for this very moment and trying to take a photographic memory of how you looked, twirling so alluringly in the room with him alone.

“Beautiful, actually,” he quickly adds.

"Good. If your nitpicky Virgo ass thinks it's a beautiful dress, then that means it really is pretty,” you say, satisfied.

It wasn't the dress that was so beautiful...

He opens his mouth to correct you, but nothing comes out, and you speak before he does. “Uhm, help me with the zipper again?”

Jungkook’s anger had blinded him when he’d zipped it up - the intimacy of the moment only just sinking in when he stood behind you, facing the back of your neck and shoulders. He was unzipping your dress - granted, not in the context he’d always imagined, but he couldn’t help but do it at the speed he’d always wanted to… slow and steady. What felt like an eternity later, just a few centimeters from the top of the dress, Jungkook sees lace peeking through. Abruptly letting go of the metal in his hands, Jungkook inhales, trying to shove away the image, but it must’ve been the hardest thing he’d ever tried to do. He never imagined you were the type to wear a strapless, lacy maroon bra. He didn’t even think bras came in that color. The rare times he dared to take his imagination that far, only for fleeting moments, he’d mentally dress you up in pink or black… Maroon was, somehow, sexier. This... this was too good to be true.

But Jungkook, always so detail-oriented, quickly spots a tiny piece of metal at your waist. Another zipper. Did he zip that one up as well? His fingers pull the zipper down, only for your hand to cover his, stopping him.

*“*Thank you, Koo... I got it from here,” you say with a hush.

"I'm sorry," he says in a similar fashion, stepping away.

"Don't be. But, uhm... I’ll get dressed. You don’t have to leave, but… can you... look away?”

“Of course,” Jungkook panics, turning around to face the abstract art on the wall. He tried his hardest to make sense of the colorful shapes in front of him, but all he could take in were the sounds behind him. Soft fabric, falling onto the carpeted floor. The brushing of bare feet… bare thighs. Fabrics, zippers, a clanky hanger…. He reckoned that if he tried hard enough, he might’ve been able to hear the humming of a radiator that must’ve been hidden behind these walls - he could certainly feel the heat, wiping away a bead of sweat. Another zipper. Probably the actual source of all the heat.

“Done, Koo,” he hears softly from behind him.

With a blink, Jungkook realized the shapes in front of him clearly made up a cityscape.

“Koo,” you call again, and he finally turns around to face you, hoping his face hadn’t been as flushed as yours was. You’d been changing - what excuse did he have? The giggle you let out confirms his suspicions, which he tried to cough away... until he gets an idea.

"Oh, hey, wear this," Jungkook says, handing you his leather jacket.

"W-why would I?" you ask.

Because I always wanted you to wear my clothes, I finally have an excuse to ask you to do so, and this will drive me and everyone else crazy, Jungkook thinks.

"It's cold outside," he utters.

"Jungkook, it's almost summer... why else would I be wearing a sundress?"

"It can get breezy! And hey, you want my opinion on fashion? Your outfit will look better with this on." Not exactly what he wanted to say.... "You know... sundress and leather jacket? Pretty and tough... Juxtaposition... It's a thing. It's... what couples do."

"I don't know if it'll fit, Koo," you say quietly, staring at the piece of clothing in his hands.

"Drape it over your shoulders, then," he says, doing it himself. He guessed that it would have fit you but didn't insist on it then and there - even if it hadn't, he'd always find ways to make you feel loved as his girlfriend... And you looked adorable in his jacket.

"Looks even better this way, actually..." you murmur, brushing away the hair from your face, clearly flustered. It gives Jungkook the exact rush and confidence he needs. He unlocks the door, taking your hand as he walks out of the dressing room together - more than ready to nail his dream role once again.

“It was a perfect fit - I’ll buy this for sure,” you say to the sales assistant with a smile, placing the dress on the marble counter. Jungkook could feel you try to let go of his hand, but he wouldn’t budge and only held on tighter - he’d let you struggle with your purse one-handedly if it meant he was holding your hand.

It only helped him reach for his wallet with his free hand quicker, handing the woman his black card after she’d announced the price.

“Jungkook, no,” you whispered, hand deep in your purse, the other still trapped by his grasp.

“Baby, it’s only fair that I pay,” he starts, in a low, hushed tone just loud enough to be heard as he takes in your quizzical expression with a smirk on his face. “…Since I’ll be ripping it off of you later.”

Jungkook can't help but chuckle, seeing you go catatonic beside him after letting out a comically loud gulp in response. He doesn’t need to look at the sales assistant’s face to know she’d been startled as well, almost forgetting to hand him the receipt. Putting away his card and wallet single-handedly, Jungkook quickly looks back at you when he realizes your hand has turned limp in his. He’d only ever seen you so petrified when he’d suggested you watch a horror film together, in the hopes of you curling up in his arms - but he’d always stupidly ruin the moment with a laugh seeing your frozen state and wide eyes, just like now…

“I love seeing my girl all flustered. You looked so beautiful in it, honey... Just wait til Sunday,” he laughs with a wink, wrapping an arm around you to pull your body closer to his and finally place a kiss on your head. He didn’t even know if the wedding was on a Sunday - if the lie fits… “Excuse me, do you know if there are any lingerie stores nearby? A place they’d sell something that suits the dress? I’m not done treating her - well, the both of us, really….”

“There’s a place two blocks down,” the woman says with her face flushed, and Jungkook yanks the bag into his hands the moment he is able to do so.

“Thanks,” you whisper, seemingly to both him and the woman. Reaching for your hand once again, Jungkook intertwines your fingers in his, occupying both of his hands and awkwardly following you out.

The two of you walk side by side in silence, replaying the moment until the store is out of sight and Jungkook finally realizes the gravity of what he’d said.

“____... Sorry about… what I said back there. I really didn't mean to be disrespectful... I should’ve checked in with you first before just saying that shit. It was just where my mind went to, and...Wait… Fuck.. please don’t think I had those thoughts when-”

“You didn’t?”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t have those thoughts?”

Jungkook could so easily read your face most times, but this wasn’t one of them. Did you want him to have those thoughts about you? Should he lie? Were you just playing the role of the girlfriend, even now? Should he answer as the boyfriend or just Jungkook or…

“Relax, Koo. It was just unexpected… a little jerky, if it wasn’t you or if I hadn’t asked you to pretend… I thought the maroon suits the dress, though,” you pout.

“It does!” Jungkook blurts. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, Jungkook. That was actually nice,” you reassure him with a squeeze on his arm, interrupting his train of thought.

“Nice?”

“Yeah… this is all…. this is very nice,” you hum, tugging at his leather jacket on your shoulders before wrapping your hands around his arm.

Was it really happening?

“I know you’re just faking it, but… it feels good to be treated this way. To have a boy… treat me like this… publicly.”

“Publicly? What do you mean?” he asks, ignoring the urge to deny he’d been faking anything. “You had boyfriends before, no? What about your ex? Mr. Organic Shoes?” Jungkook could never remember the guy's name, remembering how distant the two of you had been at that time.

You shake your head and roll your eyes. “No… no, he never… he never did this. He convinced me I wanted a too-private relationship - you remember, I barely told anyone anything… I barely saw you or Tae... anyone. We barely went out, not for our anniversary, not to events, dinners….. nothing. The rare times we did, he’d never even hold my hand. I went along with it, figured that was his dating style and that he was just that shy, but - surprise, surprise - he goes everywhere with his new actress girlfriend, as proven by me drunkenly Insta-stalking him the other night. I like nights in more than anyone, but it was clear he just wanted me in private. In the breakup, he actually admitted he’d be ashamed to go out with me. It was that messy.”

“What the fuck does that idiot have to be ashamed about?” Jungkook fumed, even more so when you laugh in response.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, ____….. Fuck that guy, honestly,” Jungkook spits out, surveying the area he stood in and considering if it was possible to somehow track the asshole down and beat him up then and there, but with you still latched onto him so tightly…. he wouldn’t leave for anything. “You were always way too good for him, for anyone… I wish I’d told you sooner.”

“Thanks, Koo,” you whisper, hiding your face against his arm for a fraction of a second. He didn’t have the guts to face you at that moment either, knowing he’d kiss you all over just to show you how loudly and publicly you deserved to be loved if that's what you wanted.

“Thanks for today, too. My theory seems to be correct… I wasn't fat-shamed, so ‘yay’ to being treated with basic human decency. But that means you'll likely have to join me again in the future. Congratulations, Koo - you're one-off acting gig turned into a regular role in the _____ Cinematic Universe. What favor do you want in return? What’s your price, Jeon?”

“Oh, I'm never letting you shop without me ever again. See how good my leather jacket is on you? Forget being a boyfriend, my fashion advice is like no other. No... no, this is a Marvel contract now. I'm in this for life... but we agree this isn’t a one-off cameo? Spider-Kook is the star of this universe, alongside you? Just the two of us?"

"What, do you want me to get another guy to pretend to be my boyfriend?"

Fuck no. Jungkook shakes his head.

"I’m still your boyfriend for the day, aren’t I?"

".. What did you have in mind?"

“....I wanna show you something.”

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Nagging usually works on Jungkook. Well, nagging was a bit of an exaggeration - he caved in quickly when it came to your requests, seemingly forgetting his sheer signature willpower. But now, even you would admit that you’d been unrelenting… you couldn’t help it. Jungkook had been very vague about ‘what he wanted to show you,' the favor you'd pay in return for his current and future fake boyfriend gigs. But he wouldn't budge, even going so far as to finally resign with a smile and tell you to ‘just shut up and let him lead.’ Jungkook had always been down to do whatever you wanted to do - a true highlight in your friendship - but now, your heart fluttered at him taking the lead…. and even more so when he took you by the hand and excitedly, physically led you to all the places he did… his hand never leaving yours.

First, he took you to a bookstore - nailing the part of the perfect boyfriend with that choice alone, then taking it further when he went on to say he’d treat you to two books - one of your own choosing, the other of his. Something straight out of a romance book, as your day had been thus far.... and Jungkook must've caught on. Of all the books in all the aisles, he had to pick out “Fake It Til You Make It” - the fake dating romance book that inspired all this, only the roles were reversed… In truth, you could’ve easily asked Taehyung to pretend to be your boyfriend and help test out your experiment instead - the two of you were friends as well, and though your relationship was strictly platonic, Tae was an actual actor… But you had to jump at the chance that there might be a teeny, tiny possibility that life imitates fiction and your crush would see you in a new light. And if he hadn’t ended up thinking that dating you might not be too bad of an option… at least you’d get a day of what you’d always longed for. It was a risk. You’d never been able to hide your emotions and already got teary-eyed a number of times, seeing Jungkook act as noble as he’d always been… even better than the perfect boyfriend you’d imagined him to be. It was getting harder and harder to muster up the courage to ask him to accompany you to the wedding as well…

The second place Jungkook led you to was a photo booth studio. He spent way too much money on many different takes and overpriced photo strips, trying different decorations, poses, and photo options. If his arm around your shoulder weren’t holding onto you so firmly, you’d have bolted when he’d insisted on taking a ‘couples version,’ as if the rest weren’t torturously coupley enough. He must have found you out, and it was getting embarrassing.

“I guess…. To back up this lie,” you’d said sheepishly, trying to remind yourself of the situation.

“Sit on my lap and sit still,” he’d instructed, helping you onto his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

Looking off to the side, you couldn’t tell what Jungkook did for the first photo - probably a funny face. For the second, he turned your face to his with his fingers underneath your chin, and you heard the camera click. His features seemed softer, a twinkle present in his eyes… you’d missed the countdown once again, and suddenly Jungkook’s lips were on your cheek, your face held in his hand. He let out a loud mwah you could still feel against your skin after he backed away.

“You kissed my cheek earlier, so…” he quickly mumbled.

A stinging feeling hadn’t left your face. It was hard to say whether it was the lingering feeling of Jungkook’s lips or its effect, the smile you couldn’t stop from appearing on your face.

“Here,” Jungkook whispers, handing you one of the two duplicate photo-strips.

Oh… he was looking at me in that first photo. Why do we look so in love? Holy shit, is he a good actor. Oh hey, how did I not realize he’d also been smiling when he kissed my cheek?

“Put it on the back of your phone,” you hear.

“To back up the lie,” he says, repeating your own words when you finally look at him through your lashes, catching him slip his copy into his wallet as you did into your phone case. Before you were able to process what he’d just done and the photos staring back at you, he wrapped his around your wrist, pulling you out of the tight space.

It was still hard to tell what Jungkook had wanted to show you…. More glimpses of something you could never have, perhaps…

✿

Jungkook was running out of time. He wanted to do so much more for you. He’d imagined taking you out on so many different types of dates and crammed in as many as he could with the time he had left in the day, the possibly pivotal hours that he hoped would awaken something in you.

It was hard not to get carried away, as he always had a tendency to... He’d begun speculating that he actually was in a dream in the bookstore when he found the novel with a story eerily similar to his exact predicament. Ever the believer in fate, Jungkook took it as a sign that he was doing the right thing…. and if all that he was doing couldn’t wake you up, surely the book would... Then at the photobooth… Jungkook could have sworn you’d felt like a real couple then - you’d just been goofing around together, as you always had…. In such a cramped space filled with laughter and love, he’d finally mustered up the courage to kiss you back. He could have sworn he’d seen you smile so wide after that, and that made him happier than the kiss did. Maybe he had a shot....

The third stop was a quick run to the grocery store, which he knew would confuse you most of all. He mindlessly grabbed both of your favorite snacks and drinks in a rush before dashing out, thanking the heavens that he'd made it exactly where he wanted to be, right on time after that.

The park, before sunset.

As expected, the place was packed with couples, families, and friend groups all gathered around and enjoying golden hour. The cool sun shined through marshmallow-like clouds high in the warmly-hued sky. Laughter, music, and joy could be heard all around you - the sounds of happiness, home, and peace.

A perfect spring day.

A perfect opportunity.

Once you'd set up camp and his impromptu picnic, Jungkook leaned back and silently motioned to you to lean against his chest. You do so, cuddling right against him and making Jungkook feel so whole. He'd urged you to read the book he picked out, but you settled on the second one and suggested he give the other a go himself. Jungkook was never a reader, and he would read if you'd asked him to do so sincerely... but he put the book down five pages in. Why would he read a book, especially one that you needed, when he could bask in the beauty of his reality right there in that very moment?

Only thinking this far, Jungkook didn't know what to do after this, but he knew one thing: he’d never felt more alive nor more at peace.

"It's beautiful, Koo."

Jungkook opens his eyes, after closing them briefly as he took in the moment to see you staring up at the orange-pink sky.

"Yeah, it is. You're prettier, though," he says.

"Thanks, boyfriend," you scoff. "Thanks for showing me this... Thank you for the favor. Thank you for everything, Koo. I have to say that again.”

"The sky isn't exactly what I wanted to show you today, _____."

"Oh? Well, what is it?"

“Look at me, _____.”

Startled by his sudden command, you sit up to face him. He couldn’t say what he needed to say without seeing, knowing you believed him… Your eyes always told the truth.

“All of it... All of this... This day was what I wanted to show you. I wanted to show you… the kind of love you deserve. The kind of boyfriend you deserve. Actually, no - this isn’t even half of what you deserve. This is just the shit I could think of on the spot on a Monday afternoon. You deserve so much more, _____. I want to show that to you. I want to… I want you to know that. You don’t need to thank me for anything. The favor wasn’t even a favor. You deserve to have someone do that for you, no questions asked. I said ‘always,’ didn’t I? You deserve to go on dates, a boyfriend who loves you loudly and proudly.”

When your ears perked up, Jungkook knew you were listening. Really listening. But the tears on your face interrupted his train of thought. He needed to do something.

“Here,” he starts, clearing his throat as he stands up. “I LOVE HER, WORLD - I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND! I AM IN LOVE WITH HER!” Jungkook’s voice echoed loud enough for every surrounding person to turn to him after his very loud declaration towards the sun.

“Jungkook!” you quietly protest, pulling him back down with a shocked smile on your face.

“I don’t know if you want exactly that….” he says, a proud, bashful smile still on his face as he reaches for your hand. “But you deserve it, regardless. Even if it’s not with me…. That’s what I wanted to show you. I wanted to show the love you deserve.”

Jungkook thanked the heavens for having his back once again. He'd imagined confessing a million different ways, but he'd never have imagined for it to go so smoothly and in such a spontaneously romantic setting. For such an important moment, he was thankful he could read you like a book once again. You took in every word, and your eyes began to water. This was it.

“Even if it’s not with you?”

Wait... what?! What did he say?! What did you say?!

"_____?”

Jungkook had been just as startled as you’d been at the calling of your name. It came from a woman who’d been sitting behind you, someone he had noticed earlier who had been clearly listening in on his confession, even smiling widely with the man beside her when he jumped up and declared his love so loudly. She… knew you?

"Rina?” you say, the shock you’d already been in still present on your face. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s our last date night before the wedding! Picnic in the park - a classic, isn't it? You would know, boo! You have a boyfriend! You're doing the same!”

You turn, mouth agape, to face Jungkook. “Oh, we’re….”

“Oh, don’t bother denying it. We all heard loverboy’s declaration - straight out of a 1980s film. I love it! I won't tell your sister if you don't want me too,” she cheers, smiling at Jungkook. “Oh wait, you aren’t even hiding it, are you? Look at your phone case!”

The photos of you in his arms, him kissing your cheek, were displayed right there through your crystal clear phone case on your lap. Behind his now bashful smile, Jungkook felt a thrill at the exposure.

“Oh, don’t be so shy now, you two,” the man speaks now. “You reminded us of ourselves.”

“____! He's just your type! What’s your name, cutie?” the woman, Rina, asks.

“Oh, it’s Jungkook.”

"Jungkook, I'm Rina. I'm friends with _____ and her sister! I assume you're coming to our wedding next week? _____ must have told you about it already. As long as you’re _____’s boyfriend, you’re welcome. Jae & I are going all out and want as many people there as possible!”

Jungkook had no idea what he must've done in his life, or a past one, for the universe to have his back like this. It’s exactly what he’d wanted… except it didn’t come from you. With all eyes on him, his dart to you, relieved and euphoric to see you smile and nod.

“I, I, I’d love to…"

“Great! I guess we’ll see you then, loverboy. Bye, my love,” Rina says, turning back to give you a hug. “I know me and your sister are the ones who taught you not to hear anything a man has to say but…. He’s a good one. Keep him. Listen to Jungkook, huh?”

Jae leads Rina away, the two of them waving goodbye and turning back until they are out of sight. But Jungkook can’t face you yet. He confessed…. didn’t he? He knew you were listening, but it still felt as though his words remained in the air, unfinished. Did you finally get it? Rina did. The whole damn park did. At least he’d gotten what he wanted. One more gig… One more gig to perfect it.

“I guess you’re my date…. loverboy.”

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kazumist · 3 months

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EPISODE 18 ✦ THE COMPETITIVE TYPE

LOVE, MAYBE — A CHILDE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 677.

cw: mentions of having a dysfunctional family, eldest daughter struggles, and sensitive things about having a not-so normal childhood

the night wasn’t that cold like you expected tonight.

you don’t really have a clue how you ended up in this predicament in the first place—after ajax offered to accompany you on a late night walk, you just found yourself leaving your doorstep. he didn’t live that far from you; the only distance between his home and your dormitory was probably two or three roofs or so.

but could you really call the place you reside a home?

third grade values class. you remember how your old teacher from elementary school taught you the difference between a “house” and a “home”. a house simply refers to a building that someone lives in. a home, however, is a location (or, in some rare instances, a person) that one feels like they feel a sense of belonging to—a place where they feel like they’re loved. that lesson was probably the one that stuck with you the most.

having a dysfunctional family is not easy; it never was in the first place. it’s complicated. nauseating. stressful. dejecting. hearing your parents regularly argue without even thinking if their children are still present in the room was something you didn’t know how you endured (or is it enduring? it still happens these days anyway). and it’s unfair that you had to be mature at such a young age. being the eldest daughter in such a household is no joke—you can’t make mistakes because you’re supposed to be the “role model”, you’ll be the one who’s going to take the blame if your sibling does something wrong because they’ll say that you’re not guiding them right. (but isn’t it a parent’s job to guide their children in the right path? why do you have to shoulder such a burden?)

“pres!” your trail of thought gets cut off by an all too familiar voice.

“ajax,” you said.

“is that… a textbook you’re holding?” he asks. it was the textbook for your fundamentals of abm class. you looked down at the book in your hands, and you smiled sheepishly at him. “i… kinda got anxious at the thought of not doing anything, sorry.”

ajax simply sighs at you and shakes his head. “it’s fine, but as long as i’m here, you aren’t allowed to flip through that textbook, okay?”

“... or maybe not. you’re still the one in charge here.” he says, taking back his words.

you let out a soft laugh at him, and ajax swears he just heard heaven. “you know, i never actually heard you say my name. it’s always pres; where did you even get it? not even our own classmates or orgmates call me that despite my position.” as he was about to reply, you added something else to your words.

“well… except maybe alhaitham. he calls me that sometimes for some reason when we aren’t even classmates.”

ajax was too quiet for your liking as he walked beside you. “uhm... hello? are you still there?” you awkwardly asked him. “alhaitham also calls you pres?” he asks back. you confusingly looked at him before replying. “yeah, he does, but he just usually uses my name most of the time.”

“does he have no sense of originality in his bones?” ajax mumbles to himself.

“huh?”

“it’s nothing; don’t mind it. i was the first one to call you that anyway.”

“er, not really.”

“...”

“ajax, are you seriously pouting right now?” you deadpanned at him. ajax pouts even more at that question. “no, i’m not.” a laugh erupts from you at his expression. “yes, you are.” ajax lets out an exasperated sigh in defeat. “i was the first one who started to regularly call you pres anyway.”

“well, if it’s any… consolation, i suppose, i like it better when you say it.”

ajax lets out a cheeky smile at your words. “so now you’re smiling? i never pegged you as the competitive type, ajax.”

“well, newsflash, pres! i’m quite competitive, just not in academics.”

“oh, really now? and where are you competitive then?”

“i’m quite competitive when it comes to you, actually.”

oh.

extra notes.

this was kinda fun to write. although initially it was supposed to be a short narrations, as you can see, i got carried away (oopsie)

to avoid confusion: reader lives in a dorm but she was thinking of her family home if that makes sense??

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frozenjokes · 1 month

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worst mumbo jumbo rescue mission ever

Of all his petty pastimes, Grian took a great bit of pleasure from ignoring his friends’ calls. It varied from person to person; for people like Jimmy, Grian loved to push his luck. Jimmy knew he was being ignored, Grian had admitted as much on multiple occasions, but this just fueled the fire of Jimmy’s determination, calling over and over until Grian picked up, only to say he’d misclicked and hung up again. But finding a balance was a tricky thing, because Grian actually did want to talk to Jimmy, very much so, so the game was simply a matter of pushing Jimmy’s buttons just enough, but not so much that the other would refuse to talk to him.

He did this with most people; Pearl, BigB, Joel, and Scar was no exception, especially now when the two of them were in an awkward state of mild irritation almost constantly, even despite Grian’s attempts at smoothing out some of the bumps.

Ah, yes.. the bumps..

Grian had quite a few things he wanted to say to Scar, but he had convinced himself he needed to put things back to normal before opening up a potentially sensitive conversation- for goodness’s sakes, Grian was already losing the battle for Scar’s heart to a fucking mermaid- and it wasn’t even that Mumbo was a bad guy or anything, but he wasn’t human! Grian hadn’t even considered that as an option, but apparently Scar liked the idea! Maybe! Honestly, Grian had no idea what was happening. Not that this was any different from a typical day with Scar. (That was actually something Grian quite liked about Scar; the constant shenanigans, making an adventure out of what would otherwise be an average, boring day. Scar knew how to have fun better than anyone Grian had ever known.)

However, opening his big mouth and telling Scar exactly how he felt was a task that loomed heavy on his shoulders, so intimidating, he was currently preferring the looming dread of watching Scar try and fail to flirt with a fish for fun.

Grian wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. Jealous, decidedly. On both counts if he was being honest with himself; Mumbo and Scar seemed to be entertaining themselves with playing around and talking nonsense, perfectly happy with each other’s company and without Grian’s. To be fair, they had been doing this from the start while Grian fished at the edge of the clearing, but now Grian was anxious and wanting attention very badly and the two of them were too busy frolicking and bothering Etho to pay him much mind. In fairness, Grian could do something about that by bringing a swimsuit, but.. Well, Grian was allergic to solving his own problems. He’d need something mildly catastrophic to kick his ass into gear, as was typical. It would be great if he could force himself to do anything ever before the world crumbled down around him, but ah well.

Speaking of Scar and people calling him and Grian hanging up on said people even when he wanted to talk to them; Scar was calling.

Grian hung up. Scar called again, and again Grian hung up. He figured he could probably get away with that six or seven times; Scar was persistent as he was lenient.

‘Emergency.’ Scar’s text came through. Grian picked up the phone the next time he called.

“You need to come to the beach- maybe- I don’t know. Etho’s- do you remember when I told you about his magic half-mermaid kind of friend-?”

“Are you okay, Scar?”

“I’m okay. Mumbo’s gone.”

“Mumbo’s- what?”

“Etho’s half-mermaid kind of friend stole him- just- picked him up out of the water and left- no-“ someone interrupted Scar, Etho maybe, but Grían didn’t hear before Scar continued, “Etho’s half-mermaid kind of friend’s wife took him. It’s not as bad as it could be, maybe, but Etho’s really- we’re trying to figure it out. We’re trying. Do you have a boat?”

“A boat?” Grian half-scoffed, overwhelmed by all the sudden information, “Where does this guy live?”

“Island- It’s not on any maps. Magic island. Also Etho’s half-mermaid kind of friend might be a serial killer. We have to go!”

“I- okay, that’s a lot, Scar. I don’t think it’s a good idea to-“

“Do you have a boat?”

“I don’t have a boat. I never had a boat. If I was fishing on the ocean I was part of a crew, not-“

“I’ll have to rent a boat then. Okay, thanks Grian. I’m guessing you don’t want to come, which is fine by the way, I’m not expecting much- that sounded passive aggressive. I mean it. Etho thinks it’ll be dan-“

“Scar.” Etho interrupted so loudly that Grian heard him over the line, “You are not coming. I will not see you dismembered, I swear it.”

“Dismembered??”

“He’s being dramatic, Grian.”

“I do not know how to get it through your head that I am not exaggerating- I am not exaggerating, Scar!! You are not going!!!”

“If I’m renting the boat I’m going. You can’t rent a boat by yourself, you can’t talk to strangers without shriveling up, so I’m doing it.”

“Scar-“ Etho’s voice was strangled, but their bickering was starting to fade into background noise as Grian attempted to process what the fuck was going on. First. Most alarmingly??? Etho was friends with a serial killer(?????) And now said serial killer friend had Mumbo?? But it might not be that bad. Maybe? But Scar’s insisting on going to the serial killer island to get Mumbo back??????????

Scar was going to die before Grian could tell him he wanted to give this a proper shot. BAD FIRST THOUGHT. Scar was going to die Period and that was Bad because Scar Was His Friend and Grian didn’t want his friends to die. Complicated relationship issues aside.

Honestly, most days Scar seemed more likely than average to die to some fantastical accident of his own design, but Grian wasn’t sure if he could wriggle his way out of being violently dismembered by literal magic wielding psychopath(s). Magic. Fuck. That was still a hard pill to swallow. Etho being a mermaid was manageable, even the form changing wasn’t the most difficult thing to accept, but the idea of ‘magic’ like Scar had explained it to him- limitless and powerful and dangerous- it was something Grian had trouble imagining was real. But Etho must have seen it. Etho was forced to live with that guy for years, he must know. What was his name again.. Joel..?

And Scar wanted to go there, to that island, likely to give that guy a piece of his mind. There was no way. There was just no way.

Someone needed to look out for him. Grian was too much of a control freak to let Etho do it alone.

“Gem- I have a friend who owes me a favor. I’ll ask her, and you two can meet me at the docks. I’ll text you the address, Scar.”

“You’re coming?” Scar’s joy was overwhelming in all the best, warmest ways, and Grian didn’t think his heart could handle too much more of that, lest he get addicted to the feeling.

“I-I don’t know. Depends on the boat. You might need a driver, and Gem wouldn’t be so lenient as to let two people who’ve never manned the wheel to go out onto the ocean alone. How far is this place? What kind of boat are you thinking?”

“It’s not far, probably thirty minutes with a shitty motor,” Etho tripped over his words, speaking faster than his own tongue could keep up, “But neither of you are going. I could make it on a dinghy if I had one. It’s a nice day, the water won’t give me trouble.”

“Well you have a car ride to convince Scar not to go,” Grian conceded, gruff, “Otherwise you’ll have two idiots on your tail.”

“You can’t,” Etho’s voice broke, silencing even Scar on the other line, “I’m serious- this is serious. I don’t- I don’t know if being my friends is enough to save you from him. I don’t know what he’ll do. He doesn’t like humans, and he won’t like you, especially with what I’ve come to do. I already messed up with Mumbo. I won’t put anyone else’s lives at risk.”

After a small pause, Scar spoke, gentler in the wake of his high energy. “It wasn’t your fault, Etho. You had no way of knowing. If it were me, I wouldn’t have thought anyone could take Mumbo down.”

“I should have left.” The words were so quiet, Grian barely made them out over the line. “Please. Please don’t come with. Just let me fix this.”

Scar released a long breath, the superhero facade fading in place of something far more down to earth, reasonable, a tone of voice Grian didn’t hear often. “I don’t want you on the water alone. You can talk all you want about us putting our lives at risk, but the ocean is just as dangerous. If you set out in a tiny boat and something goes wrong; you slip, capsize, or the weather turns, you can’t swim. I don’t even know if you’d make it back in the boat if you fell off it. I know you’ve hoofed it out here alone for a long time, Etho, but those days are over. You’ve got people that care about you now, and if you end up drowned in the middle of the ocean before you can come home again, that’s no good. I won’t have it.”

“I’d never forgive myself if one of you got hurt. Or worse.”

“Then we won’t get hurt,�� Scar said it so simply, so confidently, but continued quickly before anyone could say anymore, “Text me the address, Grian. We’ll see you there.” Grian didn’t get to respond before Scar hung up. Christ. He sure didn’t envy what that car ride between Scar and Etho was going to be like.

Well. As much as Grian agreed that Scar had a point about Etho, making empty promises wouldn’t prevent anything. Grian at least would do his very best to ensure nothing bad happened to any of the three of them.

…

Etho, predictably, did not end up convincing Scar to stay. He looked properly miserable, hunched and haggard- Grian had never actually seen him with his hair down, not counting the mermaid form at least, but it was tangled and matted looking, thematically framing his masked face and downturned eyes.

Etho hadn’t said a word since he and Scar had left the car, not even hello, but given the state he was in, Grian wasn’t too bothered. He was more preoccupied with Gem fretting over the boat and nailing directions into his head, as if he didn’t know how to drive a pontoon, really. But regardless, he let her explain away, redirecting the conversation to less boring chatter until both Scar and Etho looked like they were about to explode into a thousand bloody anxiety-ridden pieces. Listen, Grian couldn’t just send her on her way when she was doing him such a huge favor, so they were just going to have to cope. Mumbo’s life wasn’t in danger, so the only time-sensitive aspect of this journey was the ticking time bomb of Etho’s guilty conscience. Grian was sorry, but he was going to have to wait.

Gem did leave eventually, Grian slipping in a word or two about his friends being in a bad way, desperate for a fun couple hours, and she seemed to understand, waving them off and wishing them a good time. Thankfully, neither Scar or Etho heckled him for the delay, so they were on their way in no time.

And suddenly, Etho wouldn’t stop talking. About the island, about docking, about the rocks he was sure Grian would crash the boat into, about the currents, about the waves. Honestly, the more Etho talked, the more Grian was sure he wouldn’t have made it on his own, and that was just about the water.

“The island is worse, much worse. It’s swampy, the terrain can be treacherous, and I doubt either of you would make it through alone without getting snapped up by one of the gators. It’s alright though, I know where all of them live, and honestly, that’s far from our worst problems. Joel used to live on that island alone, but now they’ve gone and made him a partner in crime, and given I know nothing about her, she’s arguably more dangerous. But she doesn’t use magic.. at least not much, so that’s something in our favor. You might be able to hide from Lizzie, but you won’t be able to from Joel-“

“Wait, seriously? Lizzie and Joel? And they’re married?” Grian cut in, unable to help himself. Etho side eyed him, looking irritated, but Grian continued, “I know a Lizzie and Joel. What an odd coincidence.”

“Oh really? That’s so weird!” Scar added, vindicating Grian in the face of Etho’s sour disdain, which was split on both of them now.

“Great. Whatever. But Joel can feel your footsteps through the ground, and even your weight on the trees- he knows exactly where everything is all of the time, and his reach goes far if he pays enough attention. We can’t have him knowing either of you are there, so you’ll have to stay on the boat.”

Etho continued to ramble on, Scar interrupting to argue from time to time. The stress of the two of their bickering started to weigh on Grian until he had to ignore them all together, focusing instead on the noise of the water and the wake of the pontoon. He heard a thing or two about Lizzie; large, dangerous, the definition of a predator. Not to run from her or do anything else that might set her off. Apparently she was some kind of fish creature, almost a mix between mermaid and human, which didn’t bode well for the Grian and Scar in the boat. Not that Scar was very happy about being confined to the water, but in this case, Grian was definitely on Etho’s side. He was in no hurry to meet this Joel fellow, and Scar’s argument for coming in the first place ended at getting Etho where he needed to go safely

However, despite all Etho’s dramatics, Grian found he wasn’t over exaggerating about the water. It was almost supernatural how rough the waves began to get once the fog of the island was in sight, sharp rocks peeking out from just behind the haze. Grian was determined not to let his strain show even as he struggled to keep the boat under control, but it was very safe to say that he was listening a lot closer to Etho’s instructions.

Etho was nothing less than neurotic about exactly where and how Grian laid anchor, not too close, not too close, which was quite frustrating and even more stressful, but eventually, still white knuckling the wheel, the anchors were set by Scar, and the boat rocked silently over the rocky waves while the three of them released too-long held breaths.

Grian turned off the motor, standing up on shaky legs where he might get more air, and backpedaling slowly to the other side of the boat to lean on the railings. Woof.

And then the boat stopped rocking.

And then the boat rocked hard, Grian nearly toppling over the railing with a shriek, stopping only because he bumped into a hard, wet wall. He felt breathing at his back, stealing the air from his own lungs before a hand fell across his shoulder and light hair flew across his vision, sloshing even more muddy water into his face. She was so tall that she could lean all the way over him and meet him eye to eye. They were yellow. Huge. Curious. She opened her mouth to reveal equally yellow teeth, and Grian was sure she intended on swallowing him whole.

“Well hello there!” Scar’s loud cadence spooked Grian so badly that he jumped, his head colliding hard with Lizzie’s and both of them reeling in silent surprise and pain. Scar, however, was not perturbed, speaking just as brightly as he might have to an old friend, “Why, look at you! You know I heard great things, great things, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of you in person. Goodness me, you’re positively stunning. Jaw droppingly gorgeous, if you don’t mind my saying so, wow.”

Lizzie seemed to falter, mouth hanging open in her confusion as her attention shifted securely on Scar, though Grian felt no more safe with her clawed hand so close to his throat.

“Who.. How do you know me? No one knows me- they’re not supposed to anyway.” Lizzie’s gaze flicked past Scar to Etho, who was currently cowering and half soaked from their rough docking, balled up on the floor. Scar followed her gaze, frowning only briefly before his entertainer’s smile returned, radiant as if he were the happiest man in the world.

“Why, I heard about you from Etho, of course! We’re friends, good friends, and when he called me to meet him on the beach, he was just so overcome with emotion- ‘The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen,’ that’s what he said to me. He wished he’d had the nerve to tell you, but your stature and radiance were just so intimidating- he couldn’t bear it! And here he is now, reduced to nothing in your presence once more.”

Lizzie made a face, and Grian spotted a glint of sharp teeth just above his head. “That can’t be true. Etho doesn’t like me, wanted to keep his friends all to himself. Doesn’t like to share.”

Scar hummed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “Yes.. Yes, he can be selfish. They say our worst qualities befall us when we’re under a lot of pressure, and in your presence, he was simply so flustered that he couldn’t help but get off on the wrong foot. He wanted to come here to apologize, to bring his friends so that they could see you too, give him courage. Of course, that didn’t work out for him, did it. And look, poor Grian too. You’ve done him right in. Come, come, they have no manners.” Scar reached for her hand, Lizzie flinching at the touch of his fingers, but to Grian’s great horror, Scar was persistent, taking the hand that had previously rested on Grian’s shoulder in two of his own and guiding Lizzie forward, “I won’t leave you on the edge of the boat now, no, no, that won’t do! Why don’t you sit?”

“Oh, I guess I could..” Lizzie’s whole demeanor had changed, suddenly nervous in light of this unexpected encounter, “Are you human? Joel doesn’t like humans very much, he says they crash their ships into his island from time to time. Not very smart.”

“Oh, no, no, I’m not human. My friends? Arguably. But I’m a magician. I can do magic.”

At this point, Grian had no idea where this was going, and most of him would rather throw himself off the boat and not find out how this all backfired horribly, however that would draw a lot of attention his way, so instead he just.. slowly.. sat down. (The other, extremely small part of him was a little turned on.)

“Magic! What kinds? Joel can do magic too, and so can I! Not as cool as him, though. Can I see? Can you show me?

“Of course! Allow me to show my hand!” Scar made an incredible spectacle of himself, hiking one of his legs up on a seat then swinging his arm back, slowly pulling a small deck of cards out of his back pocket. Grian was sure he saw the light in Etho’s eyes die.

Scar fanned out the deck and began his trick, flourish after flourish accentuating his ‘magic.’ He walked Lizzie through the entire thing, holding her rapt (if not a little confused) attention. She picked a card, and Scar made a spectacle of not seeing it before shuffling it back into the deck, then presenting it in a grand motion.

“Is this your card?”

“Whoa! Yes! How did you do that??”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Scar winked, but Lizzie looked more confused than anything.

“That’s not true? Joel shows me things all the time. He talks about his magic constantly, teaching me all sorts of stuff.”

Scar laughed, unaffected, “Well this magician doesn’t.”

“I-Okay,” Lizzie seemed to accept this with some hesitation, but she quickly shook it off, fins raising along with her expression, “What else can you do?”

“Oh, that’s it.” A stark moment of silence followed those words, but Scar’s confident demeanor remained, “Cool, isn’t it?”

Lizzie glanced at Grian, then at Etho, looking awkward. “Uh, yeah. It’s cool.” It took all of Grian’s self control to keep his head out of his hands.

“Anyway!” Scar jumped up, making Lizzie jump in turn, “I believe you’ve made a new friend today, one of Etho’s pals, correct? Selfish, selfish thing that was of him to be so rude, not share his friends. It’s a good thing we’ve come across you, impressive as you are! I haven’t seen Mumbo- that’s his name- in ages! Is he still around?”

“Mumbo.. She did say that.”

“Who?”

“Mumbo did.”

“I’m confused.”

Lizzie didn’t seem concerned with entertaining Scar’s confusion, continuing on, “Well she’s settling in well, a delightful little thing, really, very good friend material in my opinion. Joel’s got those spells that break language barriers, so talking with her was great! We even got to sing, isn’t that fun?”

“Mumbo sang with you..?” Etho spoke up for the first time, but cowered again when Lizzie turned his way.

“She did,” Lizzie replied coolly, “and I bet she likes me a whole lot more.”

No one wanted to challenge that. Lizzie seemed to take this as a win, tail swishing and chest puffed out triumphantly.

“I’d love to see him- uh- Mumbo, if he’s still around,” Scar tried, a hopeful look about him, only bolstered when Lizzie brightened.

“Alright! Let me just run and find Joel!” Lizzie hopped to her feet, practically dancing across the water.

“Ah- No no! Not necessary!” Scar tried, but Lizzie was already skipping away.

“It is! I have no idea where she’s run off most of the time, but he’ll find her right away!”

Grian saw Scar open his mouth to say something, but he faltered, something about his posture slackening. It was uncanny, seeing him try and fail to speak, almost like something had crawled into his brain and switched the wires around. Grian squinted, eyes watering against some kind of disturbance in the air before he followed Etho’s eye to Lizzie, humming as she skipped into the tree line.

Etho set his jaw, tense. “This isn’t good. I don’t know if it’s worse for me to try and intercept him or stay here. I don’t want either of you to be alone.”

It took Grian a second to blink away his daze, but he shook it off quickly, “Well, if we damage this boat it’s going to wipe my savings and put me way into debt. As far as I’m concerned we only have one option here, especially if this guy’s got a temper.”

“Well..” Etho looked nervous, biting his lip under the mask, “Dare I say your life is more valuable than this boat.”

“This has already gone to shit. If I’m going to be in that much debt I’m better off dead.”

“I- hey, I don’t know about that.”

Grian grunted, noncommittal, “I’m barely making rent as it is. Let’s just get this over with.” Grian made his way to the gate at the front of the pontoon, rolling up his pant legs then deciding better of it, biting the bullet and jumping into the water. It was damn cold, up to his knees.

“You’re making me nervous, Grian. You didn’t have to come- actually, we could probably still leave. You two just go home, I’ll stay. Well-“ Etho stopped, mumbling to himself- “He’s got quite a bit of range. I don’t know..”

“I’m here for Scar. He needs to survive this so I can pussy up and tell him what’s what. Oi. Scar, come on or you’re paying for the boat.” Grian splashed him, Scar jumping when the water slapped across his legs where he was spacing out.

“What? We’re going?” Scar didn’t hesitate before hopping the railing, no thought to the splash he’d create that, inevitably, drenched Grian. A little flustered, Etho was in seconds later, scrambling ahead of the both of them toward the shore.

“Watch where you step. I’ve sprained my ankle about a hundred times out here, and this is the most hospitable part to dock up. This entire place is a nightmare.” Etho looked onward, mumbling something Grian didn’t catch before pushing forward. Scar followed close behind, Grian taking up the rear with a hand firm across the satchel he’d brought along to take with.

Grian had expected muck and mosquitoes and horse flies and frightening noises from unknown directions, but he had not expected the island to be beautiful. And not the naturalistic type of beauty that came with every remote piece of nature, though that was certainly present. High rock walls surrounded them on either side, filled with intricate engravings and statues carved painstakingly into the stone, impossibly complex and beautiful. There was no exact path- the terrain wasn’t even crushed down like a high traffic area would be, but the artwork left a path to walk, almost like it was meant to be seen by crowds of hikers and tourists, guided subtly from statue to statue. It gave the impression of a long abandoned series of shrines, overgrown and beautiful, but at the same time every vine and bit of greenery was so meticulously placed that it couldn’t have possibly happened by accident.

“This is insane,” Scar breathed, and Grian had to nod his agreement. Etho shrugged, turning to glance back a bit awkwardly.

“All of the outer spaces are decorated in one way or another by now. Joel works from the outside in, typically. It’s pretty cool.”

“Joel does this? All of this?” Grian asked, surprised when Scar nodded, though Etho answered.

“Yup. He says this is what he was made for, in a very literal sense. He terraforms everything, it really is incredible. It’s a shame there’s no one else around to appreciate it, though, I guess he’s got Lizzie now; she’ll see it all soon enough. You know, if I wasn’t shitting myself over the two of you being here, I think I’d really like to show you the whole place. There’s just so much..” Etho trailed off, but the pause was more thoughtful than stressed, “Stuff I’ve made as well. Contributed, at least.” Etho stopped with a short gasp, tripping and landing hard on his knees. “Joel-“

Grian didn’t understand until he saw the root around Etho’s ankle, three others constricting his free ankle and wrists before Etho could pull away.

“Nice of you to introduce me,” Joel growled, Grian knew it was Joel right away, he knew because it sounded uncannily like him- what the hell-? Where- Where was the voice coming from-?

The only thing that kept Grian from running right there was Scar’s hand on his, yanking him forward. Grian startled, whipping around to see who was behind him, but there was nothing there, no disturbance in the earth or anything. He nearly snapped at Scar before the other inclined his head, and Grian saw glowing yellow eyes from the shade of the tree line above them. Oh.

Scar smiled at him, like nothing was wrong, like everything was going to be okay, and Grian envied his confidence. Or at least his ability to hide his fear, to talk on his feet.

It occurred to Grian he should probably be paying attention to what Etho was hurriedly saying to Joel, but he didn’t get the chance before Scar interrupted, speaking as if he was addressing a crowd.

“Joel! We’ve heard so much about you, not great things, I don’t intend on lying to you, but goodness, I was not expecting all of this art! Beautiful, truly, you are a talented-“ Scar didn’t get to finish, one of the decorated rock walls careening forward and nearly crushing him where he stood. Scar startled out of the way, staring in wide eyed shock at the place he’d stood just seconds before. For that reason, he failed to see the statue across from him slide off its stand, building speed before slamming into Scar’s side and sending him flying into the wall opposite. Grian screamed, running toward him before he could think not to. Etho might have yelled as well, but somehow the small snicker under the noise stood out louder.

Grian didn’t process much else before a hard weight slammed against his shoulders and back, so fast, he didn’t even have time to break his fall with his hands. His ribs cracked against the dirt, at least he was pretty sure it was his ribs, he couldn’t breathe regardless. Had he hit his head as well? Served him right, doing the one thing he was told not to. But the weight was gone as soon as it had come, dust spraying Grian’s face in the wake of Lizzie’s footfalls.

“Joel!” she shrieked, and again Grian felt a certain disturbance, though his eyes might have been watering from the dirt. “Why- Why did you do that?”

“What.” Joel deadpanned, interrupting whatever he and Etho had been arguing about in the perifere.

“She hasn’t done anything wrong. She didn’t even crash her boat! They parked it very nicely, didn’t hit any rocks! I watched!”

“They’re all trespassing. If Etho wants to bring his friends, he can watch them die.”

“I didn’t want them to come!” but Etho’s plea fell on deaf ears.

Grian released a short, strained breath, narrowing his eyes. He still couldn’t see Joel and didn’t know where his voice was coming from. Etho was staring pretty firmly to his left though, so that had to mean something. Grian moved slowly, pushing himself up just enough to reach for his bag.

Grian was distracted by Lizzie peeling Scar off the ground, alarmed to see how limp he was in her arms, but Grian breathed a long sigh when Scar groaned. Softly, Lizzie began to sing.

“Come on, Lizzie, he’s fine.” Joel grunted, ducking out from behind one of the rock walls and slithering into the open, but Grian was having trouble focusing, trouble seeing. Joel was a mermaid, Grian had almost forgotten that’s how his pact with Etho worked, but despite having his contacts in, his eyes just wouldn’t focus, almost like he was stuck in a dream. It must have been Lizzie’s song- something about it causing this effect, similar to how he’d used to think mermaid song worked, though, Grian didn’t feel compelled to be eaten or anything. He saw Scar relax in her arms, the spell affecting him as well, but the connection was weak enough that Grian felt he could fight it, closing his eyes tight and shaking the fog away. He had to do something before this got out of hand, but when Lizzie started to speak, his focus started once more to wane.

“She’s been nothing but delightful! She’s not even human! He can do magic just like you can though it’s- well-“ whispered, she added, “He’s not very good..”

Joel scoffed, “Humans are liars.”

“This one’s good!”

Grian’s fingers, moving slowly, just barely brushed the barrel of his concealed pistol when the sun caught something bright and red in the stream behind Joel, but even the next moment when Joel whipped around was too late to stop the massive mermaid from lunging forward out of the water, barreling into Joel and sending both of them rolling. Joel screamed, and Etho yelled in turn, finally able to break free from Joel’s hold.

“Mumbo!” Etho yelled again, cradling his shoulder- when had he gotten so badly injured? Grian hadn’t been paying that much attention, but he was shocked he missed the blood seeping through Etho’s coat- What had Joel done to him? Grian scrambled to his feet, pistol now freely in his hands, but he couldn’t shoot now, not when Joel and Mumbo were so hopelessly tangled. Grian nearly dropped his gun when Lizzie wailed, rushing forward to intervene, but again with his eyes firmly shut, he managed to shake the spell. Etho didn’t seem to react to Lizzie’s song at all, at least not in this form, but Mumbo certainly did, stopping in his tracks and idling so still, Lizzie had no trouble pulling Mumbo off, holding him limp in her arms.

“Why- Why did you do that? Not friends, Mumbo, we don’t eat friends-“ Lizzie spoke in a rush, but Mumbo’s fins were so still, he didn’t give any indication he’d heard.

“Something’s wrong with him,” Etho heaved, the words coming through pained. There was another growing patch of blood that Grian hadn’t noticed before on his shirt, bleeding down his side, reminding Grian exactly what he needed to do, the opening he needed to take before it was too late. “Wh- Grian, where did you get a gun-?”

Grian glanced back at Scar, currently struggling to sit up from where Lizzie had dropped him. He was okay. He would make it out of this okay.

Grian fired five shots. Three made their mark.

Joel fell backwards, the scream so like his friend’s that it set the hair at the back of Grian’s head on end. But maybe that would have happened regardless, with anyone. Grian had never shot anyone before. He’d shot fish if necessary, but this wasn’t the same, even with his own life on the line.

“Etho-!“ Grian didn’t expect Scar’s shriek, not nearly as shrill as Lizzie’s but somehow more bone chilling. Scar ran past Grian in a blur, but his entire world was moving slower than the rest. Etho was on the ground, bleeding heavily from his stomach- chest, maybe, Grian couldn’t tell. When Scar, limping, finally made it over and lifted Etho upright, Grian saw three bullet holes dotted across his front.

What-

Out of the corner of his eye Grian saw Lizzie holding Joel tightly, the other trying weakly to push her away, mumbling something Grian couldn’t hear. Lizzie looked up at him, eyes wide and terrified, fins flat against her body. Then, out of the dark, Mumbo looked up, fins catching a dapple of light before lowering. He looked frightened. Grian wondered if he remembered the gun, if he now connected what it could do. What Grian had wanted to do. He found himself struck between Mumbo and Etho- what could he do? There was a first aid kid in the boat, but Grian didn’t know if he could get it fast enough, or if that would even be enough- how had this even happened in the first place?

“Grian!” Scar screamed, and Grian’s first impulse was that he was angry, that Grian had done something irredeemably horrible and had no idea what it was. And then someone slammed into him, something dark and sharp and snarling. And still, Grian’s mind was so behind itself, he was still wondering what he’d done wrong as Mumbo’s sharp teeth snapped at his face.

Belatedly, Grian had the sense to fight back, instinct carrying him further than his shock-addled mind, but his pistol had been knocked out of his hands, he had nothing to defend himself. Teeth fastened themselves in Grian’s shoulder, and for the first time he screamed, clawing helplessly at Mumbo’s eyes. The pain was worse when Mumbo released him, Grian tasting his own blood as it splattered past his own mouth. He shoved his hands between his own face and Mumbo’s, but Mumbo was so strong, he was so strong, Grian couldn’t stop his teeth from landing in his wrist, but it didn’t stay that way, released quickly in favor of snapping at Grian’s throat.

And then the ground collapsed underneath him, and all Grian could taste was dirt. He thrashed, but the ground didn’t give. He tried to scream, but there was no air. The feeling was more hopeless than being torn apart by Mumbo, and more than ever, Grian was sure he was going to die. And then he was moving, the whiplash nearly tearing him into unconsciousness.

And then he was above ground on his knees, the change so sudden that he fell forward, but when he tried to catch himself, pain like electricity lit his veins, his arms collapsing. Another pair of hands caught him, steadying him, but not without leaving bloody handprints on his arms. Scar. Scar was here. He.. wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Put.. your clothes back on.”

Scar might have laughed, but Grian was too dazed to tell. A glance to the left revealed Etho, along with exactly where Scar’s shirt had gone. He was laying on his back, eyes shut tight with a hand over Scar’s shirt against the bullet wounds, and Grian couldn’t even tell if he was breathing. Shakily, Grian raised his hand to look at what was wrong, but Scar took his forearm before he could see it.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re okay.”

Grian didn’t feel okay. The fear in Scar’s tone only served to heighten his stress. He felt lightheaded.

“It’s a damn good thing I carry this shit on me now,” Joel grunted behind him, making Grian jump, but Joel didn’t pay him any mind as he slithered past. “Out of my way.” Joel pushed past Scar, who looked very much like he wanted to argue, but graciously stayed quiet. Joel settled himself beside Etho, ignoring them wholly.

“I think.. I’m going to pass out,” Grian mumbled, hardly aware of anything outside of his sphere.

“Lay down, G, I think you’re in shock. Stay awake, you’ll be fine.” With a little force, Scar laid him down, though Grian whined when his fingers grazed his shoulder. “I’m going to try and curb the bleeding there a bit. You’re okay. Almost looks like a big cat’s got you, that’s pretty awesome. You know big cats are responsible for the largest portion of zookeeper injuries and deaths? I think. They’re up there at least. Either way, it’s a pretty awesome way to go in my opinion. Or to lose a couple fingers, uh- but it’s fine. You’re just fine.” Grian didn’t get the chance to process that before Scar was pressing his palms against Grian’s injured shoulder, pulling a strangled scream from his throat, but Scar was persistent, cooing and talking low until Grian calmed down.

“That’s right.” Joel mumbled, gruff. Grian wasn’t sure if he was talking to him or Etho.. probably Etho, they were supposedly friends after all. God, this was stupid. Grian was going to take a fat fucking nap after this.

“Hey.” Scar’s voice took a hard edge, and Grian startled when he opened his eyes to see Joel looming over him. God, he was frightening looking, massive with that gray skin and dark eyes. At the back of his mind, Grian wondered if he looked like his Joel as a human.

Joel was still coated in the blood from his injuries, but he wasn’t moving like he was injured. “Move.” he grunted, but Scar didn’t budge, “Move. You’re in my way.”

“Don’t go,” Grian heard the words leave him, felt his breathing quicken, but the ground beneath betrayed them, rippling in a wave that set Scar off balance, tumbling backward with a sharp yelp. Grian tried to get up, get away, but suddenly he was being held firm by roots around his arms and ankles, fighting only serving to send shots of pain up and down his both arms.

“Ungrateful,” Joel huffed, but Etho appeared behind him, looking about twice as haggard and bloody.

“Be gentle, please,” Etho sighed, a deeply tired, deeply resigned sound.

“Maybe if he didn’t want to get maimed he shouldn’t have shot me. I didn’t even do this. And he really scared Lizzie too, I’ve never seen her so upset. He should be grateful I’m doing this at all. He nearly killed you.”

“You were trying to kill him,” Etho replied flatly, but Joel only huffed.

“If you’re bringing people here now, I have to make sure they never want to come back. It’s nothing personal. Though, this is kind of ruining the point. They were meant to run on home, lightly bruised, but now look at them. What a mess.”

“Trying to crush Scar with a boulder would not cause light bruising. I wouldn’t be surprised if you broke bones the way you hit him the second try.”

Joel only responded with a noncommittal grunt, removing a handful of some kind of powder-herb mix from a pouch on his side. Grian coughed as some of it fell near his face, but most of it went to his shoulder, a breathy scream leaving Grian’s lips as it started to eat away at his skin.

“Come on, it doesn’t hurt. That one won’t even scar, probably.”

“It doesn’t feel good,” Etho insisted, but Joel waved him off. “You’re such a fucking asshole,” Etho mumbled on, but Joel didn’t acknowledge him.

“Now this is going to scar.” As the stinging at his shoulder started to ebb, Joel repositioned to Grian’s arms. With a quickly building sense of dread, Grian realized the root fastening his right arm still was positioned quite a bit further up than the other. For the first time, he lifted his head to see. The sight of bone in multiple areas was enough to make him light headed, another breathy yelp forcing itself from his throat.

“You are so annoying.” Joel growled, the roots on his limbs doubling, as well as a new addition over his chest.

“Calm down, Grian, it’s okay. Just stay still,” Etho urged, but Grian’s mind was all static.

“It’s okay. Grian, it’s okay.” Scar’s voice cut through the haze after some amount of time (seconds, minutes, hours?), and Grian felt his hands, distinctly textured by scars. He felt his own hand, tingling in the aftermath of the healing. Something was wrong.

“My- My hand-“

“I can’t grow your fingers back, at least not with this spell. Unless you want to ask Mumbo for ‘em back, though I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” Joel grunted, but Scar quickly started talking over him.

“Hey, you know we’re kind of matching! It’s a small miracle I still have all my fingers, but do you know how many times I’ve been bitten, scratched, stung, bitten, goodness some animals just have a taste for human hands. You could say a snapping turtle got you! A huge one, like an alligator snapping turtle! Have you seen one of those? They’re awesome. People’d be surprised you got away with just your thumb and your pointer- well, a bit of your middle as well, but-“

Even healed, Grian couldn’t help the sob that escaped him, the pressure and the stress crashing down in one crushing blow. Etho mumbled something to Joel and the roots quickly subsided, Scar swooping in to scoop Grian off the ground. He was afraid to look at his hand. He was so afraid.

“Why did he do that? Why did he attack me?” Simultaneously, Grian loathed and couldn’t care less how pathetic he sounded, beaten down and whimpering. He just didn’t get it. He didn’t understand. Most of all, he didn’t expect Joel to answer.

“She’s got some influence over sea creatures I think,” he muttered, scratching the back of his head, “I dunno. Whenever she’s swimming around she’s always got a dozen or so fish around. I was a bit worried I’d be influenced as well, but I think I’m immune? Might be a different spell to keep us from hurting each other though. A couple of mine don’t work on her either.”

“I never felt anything,” Etho pinched his brow, looking thoughtful, “Don’t see why I’d be immune since your spells don’t transfer over the soul bound.”

“Huh. Don’t know then. She definitely doesn’t know- I don’t think she even knows she’s doing anything at all.”

“I felt.. something..” Scar mumbled, like he was unsure if he was welcome in this conversation, but when no one stopped him, he continued, “I don’t know. I have these little gaps in my memory when she would get upset- when she was singing, too. On the boat I think I nearly went overboard. I was so out of it. I just kinda wanted to be near her, y’know?” And Grian remembered it, eyes squeezed closed. The song. It was the song.

“Hey, you know Grian was a little spacey too,” Etho turned, but despite still being shaken, the bit of normal conversation helped a little to ease Grian’s nerves. Slowly, he shook his head.

“Not like that, not for me. I felt.. something.. but it was more like an itch at the back of my brain. I could ignore it.”

“Oh! Maybe that’s ‘cause you’re gay!” Scar lit up, clearly convinced this outburst made the entire interaction make sense. Thankfully, after a few moments of confused silence, Scar continued, “Well, humans have a different idea of how mermaid song works compared to how it’s really like, so maybe Lizzie’s like the human version of a siren. If the power is meant to affect people who are specifically attracted to women, that could be what it is. I like women, Grian’s gay, and Etho hates everyone, so as far as spectrums go it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Okay, I don’t hate everyone.”

“I.. guess so..?” Grian wasn’t sure if he was entirely following, but given that he’d just endured a somewhat traumatic experience, he wasn’t exactly thinking at full capacity, “It doesn’t make much sense to me why a siren’s song would only attract people with an affinity for a specific gender though, at least from a biological standpoint. Why not just.. everyone?”

“My Makers work from a cultural point of view, as far as I can tell,” Joel mumbled, thoughtful as he lost the gruffness to his voice, “They may have been inspired by human media. Generally, I wouldn’t expect any of their creations to make sense. They work carelessly.”

“Where is Mumbo?” Scar interrupted before Joel could say any more, apparently having moved on to the next issue while Grian still sat reeling about being attacked in the first place.

“Off with Lizzie I’m sure,” Joel shrugged, but his fins twitched, lowering, “He’s been trailing her since we got here, she only lost him in the trees. But you’ll be leaving now. I’ll have no more of this.”

“What! No!” Scar shot up, undeterred even when Etho started gesturing frantically behind Joel to stop. “We came here to get him back! He’s under some- some spell!”

Joel groaned, throwing his head back, “This is why I wanted to scare them, Etho, look, now they want to stay.”

Grian shrunk away when Scar bristled, “No! We aren’t leaving! Not before-“ he didn’t get to finish, the ground trembling underneath Scar before it shot upwards, launching him in the direction they’d come. Scar landed hard on his back, somersaulting backward onto his stomach with a groan.

“You will leave, and you will not come back,” Joel growled, eyes dark, even as Etho hurried to Scar’s side and helped him to his knees, “I suggest you do it now before I break your ankles and make you walk.” The silence was long as Etho supported Scar while he stood, legs shaky, but from what Grian could tell, still mostly uninjured. But even helping Scar, Etho was looking back, fixing Joel with a look that held a lot more meaning than Grian could parse from knowing only their brief history.

“Don’t look at me that way.” Joel grunted, breaking the silence.

“Fine.” Etho returned the gesture coolly. Turning away. But Scar replaced Etho’s eye with a fiery glare of his own, frightening Grian into speaking before he could continue to argue.

“I want to go. I want to go home.”

And thank god, thank everything, that was enough. Scar deflated, giving Grian a deeply sad, deeply defeated look. Scar hadn’t believed things would end this way. He’d really, with his whole heart, believed he’d be able walk in and make this work. Talk his way through, bring Mumbo home. Scar didn’t take well to failure, he tended to push and push and push- Most days, that stubbornness ended in a new scar, but even then, he’d still be smiling.

Scar approached him, still limping, but he was gentle when he took Grian’s good hand, squeezing. “Let’s go home then.”

When Grian looked back, Joel was gone. Etho, ahead of them, gestured to follow.

The walk felt long and cold. Grian hadn’t remembered it being cold; too wired, too nervous, but now he was shivering, glued to Scar’s side under the guise of helping him walk, but the both of them knew who really needed the support.

“Are you hurt, Scar,” Etho muttered after a while, breaking the steady silence.

“I don’t think so, not too bad. I think I pulled a muscle, but I’ll stretch it out later. Shouldn’t be much more than sore.”

“That’s a damn miracle.”

Scar brightened a little, never one to let a conversation die, “Most frequent comments I get on my videos are that I’m indestructible. Well, that’s not true, most people are surprised I’m not dead yet, but it’s in the same vein. My life is a miracle, I’ll tell you that.”

“I’d say so. You don’t know when to stop.”

Scar was quiet for a moment, but shrugged Etho off, shaking his head, “We’ve all got flaws.”

“You’re not coming back, Scar,” Grian muttered the words, more conviction in them than he even knew he could muster in this state.

“No,” he sighed, “I’m not.” Scar closed his eyes, nearly toppling over Etho when the other stopped suddenly, stiff and alert. “What? What is it?”

“I hear someone. Lizzie- I think it’s Lizzie.”

“I don’t-“ Etho shushed Scar harshly before he could continue talking over the noise, Etho creeping forward in the wake of the heavy silence. Grian didn’t particularly want to follow and find out, but his crutch did not share these reservations, Scar staying close behind.

“Come on,” was the first thing Grian heard from Lizzie as the trees started to thin out, the clearing to the muddy beach opening up, “You need to go. You need to go home.”

“What is it, what is she doing?” Etho nearly bumped heads with Scar when he turned to ask, Scar laughing in turn, quietly startled. Grian, meanwhile, was staring straight ahead. Lizzie was there, standing on the water next to their boat and struggling to get Mumbo up and onto it. They were damn lucky this was a pontoon; Mumbo would have capsized anything smaller, but that didn’t mean he fit, either, not that he looked like he particularly wanted to be on the boat in the first place, shimmying off even after Lizzie got him laid nicely across the floor.

“Mumbo, no! Be good, won’t you? You can’t stay here!”

Instead of answering Etho’s question, Scar pushed ahead suddenly, pulling Etho back before emerging out of the treeline. Etho gasped sharply as he stumbled and fell onto Grian, but there was nothing either of them could do.

“Lizzie! Mumbo! Hello! We were just leaving, what a coincidence it is to see you here!”

“Oh!” Lizzie turned around, and to Grian’s great relief she looked pleased to see him, if not a little tired, “Hello, Mysterious Magician Man! It’s good you’re here- I’m trying to send your friend home, but he’s being stubborn with me.. I don’t..” Lizzie bit her lip, “Something’s wrong, I think. I don’t know why.. I didn’t.. I don’t think she should stay here. She won’t even talk to me.”

“Ah, yeah,” Scar shrugged, arms loosely behind his back, “That wasn’t any good, was it.”

“No.. I just don’t know why. I don’t want her to hurt anyone else.” Lizzie looked dejectedly down at her feet, Mumbo swimming in circles below her.

“I think she really likes you,” Scar conceded while walking closer to the water, “You were right, more than any of us, certainly. Do you mind if I come and see him?”

“Please do.” Lizzie’s shoulders sagged unhappily, but she stepped back as Scar started wading into the water. Perhaps predictably, Mumbo followed her under the surface, and Lizzie ended up backpedaling in circles in an attempt to get Mumbo to stop.

“Mumbo!” she cried, though there was laughter there, Lizzie dancing around on her toes while Mumbo breached the water playfully around her. “She’s so sweet,” Lizzie sighed, bending over and plucking him out of the water like he weighed nothing. “It’s really too bad I can’t understand what’s happening with her. She’s not even acting like a person, not even talking. C’mon, Mumbo, you can tell me what’s wrong.” Lizzie held him out, but he remained limp, only staring blankly.

“Hey, Mumbo! It’s Scar! Why don’t you come home, buddy?” Scar called, waving, but when Mumbo looked his way, there was no reaction, no recognition. Grian couldn’t help but dread how powerful that spell was, even when Mumbo was exposed to it for so little time. A couple hours at most, surely.

“Maybe she does have extra influence over sea creatures,” Etho mumbled, watching just as carefully as Grian was, “But mermaids have incredible hearing, too. I’m sure any mermaid could hear those screams in a mile’s radius, especially if they’re sensitive to the frequency.”

“She might still be upset, too,” Grian mumbled, “If part of the spell is sensitivity to her emotions, that could be why Mumbo’s attached at her hip.”

“Well if Joel wants us to go so badly, he’d better dispel it.” Etho huffed, but there was something under that, something hurt that Grian didn’t want to touch with a six foot pole.

“Lizzie, drop the mermaid. You’re going to get bit if you don’t.”

Grian nearly shrieked at the sound of Joel’s voice behind him, Etho startling in turn. He was right there, right in the stream behind them, somehow silent in his approach.

“I- Oh!” Lizzie looked up, not nearly as distressed as the rest of them. In her arms, Mumbo relaxed, content as ever. This did not change when he was unceremoniously dropped, sinking in the shallow water and returning to swimming in lazy circles. Then suddenly, Mumbo stopped swimming, emotion returning to his fins as they flared back to life. There was anger there, or fear maybe when he realized who was above him, but when he had seemingly decided fleeing was his best option, he saw Scar, rearing up and out of the water in his surprise.

“Hi, Mumbo!” Scar waved despite the two of them only being a few feet apart, nothing less than positively delighted. Grian could see the stress in Scar’s muscles as he restrained himself from running over and swinging Mumbo around in a crushing hug. Mumbo, however, didn’t seem to quite return the sentiment, whirling between Lizzie and Scar with an expression of great alarm, fins flared and quivering more intensely than Grian had ever seen.

“Stop! Stop it- Stay away!”

Dead silence.

Mumbo looked confused at the change in atmosphere, Lizzie looking delighted while Scar was gaping. Mumbo had spoken in his own language; Grian had heard the whistling, but above that-

“Ah! Thank you, Joel!” Lizzie waved to the brush, but when Grian turned around, no one was there. He bit his lip, slowly moving forward out of the undergrowth with Etho at his side.

“What.. Did he do..?” Grian asked, tentative as he revealed himself, only further stressed when Lizzie startled, all of her fins flattening in an expression of great fear. But it was Mumbo’s turn to startle, looking back and forth from Grian and Lizzie, eyes wide.

“Joel has tools to cross language barriers,” Etho mumbled, speaking slowly, almost warily, like he thought someone was trying to sneak up on him, “I don’t know why he’s cast this spell, but..”

“Obviously it’s so we can talk with each other!” Lizzie piped up, clearly sharing zero of the reservations the rest of them had.

“This is.. extremely odd,” Mumbo said, and while his voice was notably lacking the same tone the rest of them spoke with, his hesitance was clear in his body language. He strayed toward Scar, fins still flared protectively, but neither Scar nor Lizzie seemed to pay that any mind.

“You’ve got a British accent! Why do you have an accent?” Scar threw up his arms, like this was the craziest thing he’d experienced all day, “It’s been 90% Etho and I teaching you English, why are you British?”

“I- I do not know what this means.”

“Do mermaids have accents?” Grian asked, unable to help himself from humoring the thought- out of all the things for Scar to say when he got the opportunity to speak to Mumbo without barriers for the first time. That was so him, wasn’t it.

“Well..” Etho rubbed his chin, “They do, kind of, but we so rarely travel that you almost never run into different accents and dialects and languages. I used to sound a lot more like Joel, though. My accent has shifted a lot since I’ve moved.”

“I remember that! Your accent used to be so strong!” Scar jumped up, so expressive that Grian couldn’t help but laugh.

“I am extremely overwhelmed.” Mumbo cut in, clicking in quick intervals under his breath and glancing around.. Yeah, maybe this wasn’t the most Mumbo-friendly conversation they were having. Behind him, Lizzie was looking similarly out of her depth. She seemed like she was looking for something to say, brightening a little when Scar spoke, and cowering whenever Grian talked. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak, meek in comparison to her previous energy.

“I think I should go..”

Everyone in the clearing relaxed at the sentiment, but apparently Scar did not get the memo, “Awh, no! You can hang out- look at this, all of us, this is great!”

“No.” Mumbo said flatly, having zero reservations about shutting Scar down. “Leave. Forever.” Lizzie looked hurt, which almost made Grian feel bad, though Scar had just as little trouble speaking his mind as Mumbo did.

“Well.. Maybe for now, that’s for the best,” Scar waded past Mumbo, who at first hurriedly moved out of Scar’s way, but when he saw where Scar was going, his alarm kept him following close behind, breathing down Scar’s neck with a wide eyed fear. Grian himself gaped when Scar moved to take Lizzie’s hand, and Mumbo looked just about ready to shit himself. “But you should visit! I’d love to see you again. You’re not stuck here like Joel is, right? Do you have a phone? I’d love to stay in contact.”

“You- Scar!” But Grian did not get to finish.

“Oh, I don’t! But Joel does! Would that be okay?”

“Oh,” Scar laughed, a devilish kind of thing that suggested he was going to do horrible things with this information, “I would love nothing more.” Missing the Intention entirely, Lizzie rattled the number off, Scar pulling a pen out of nowhere and writing it on his arm. Horrendously, Scar kissed the spot he’d written the number, and Grian was seconds away from strangling him when Scar waved goodbye, making his way to the boat to climb on. “Can’t wait to see you again!”

Lizzie blinked, suddenly unsure what to do with herself, fiddling with her hands in a flustered sort of way. At this point, Grian’s head was entirely in his own hands.

“Uh, yeah! You too!” With that, Lizzie took off on the water, hopping to shore and fleeing back into the swamp. Scar watched her go with a small smile, everyone else looking on in varying degrees of horror and confusion.

“What do you think my chances are?”

“She’s married, Scar!”

“That is not what I asked.”

“Was that human courting?” Mumbo asked, making Scar laugh.

“I hope not,” Etho grumbled, Grian refraining from saying any words before he regretted taking part in this any more than he already did.

“Am I learning things about humans or am I learning things about Scar.” Mumbo’s question was followed by silence.

“I don’t know,” Etho said, Grian nodding his agreement.

“No idea. Are mermaids monogamous?”

Mumbo’s fins fluttered, maybe surprised by the question, maybe amused, “Not necessarily, but we’re going to have problems if Scar’s after that —-“ the last word failed to translate, probably because there was no English equivalent, but Grian got the message regardless, especially with Etho snickering next to him.

“Okay, okay, I’m not looking for a long term gig here, I’m just interested in flirting with pretty women, there is nothing wrong with that.” Scar put his hands up in a great defense, batting at the air like he was deflecting judgment, “If Lizzie happened to sing me into a bout of accidental mind control and did as she wished with me, well, I can’t say I’d be any bit upset at all! I’d be eager, even. Surely someone else here is on the same page. Come on. Grian? Come on.”

“No. Absolutely no way, Scar.”

“What if it was a really attractive fish man?”

“I do not want to be mind controlled!! Ever!!”

“Don’t say that..” Scar made the saddest looking face, like this was the most devastating thing that had ever come out of Grian’s mouth.

“What?” Grian couldn’t stop himself from laughing, “Were you planning on using your secret mind control on me? Just waiting for permission?”

Scar scoffed, “I don’t need mind control, you’re needy enough as it is.”

“I am not needy.”

“You whine for-“

“Enough! Enough.” Etho cut in, fingers in his ears for emphasis. Grian rolled his eyes, to which Etho pushed him, and laughing, Grian pushed back, dancing out of the way of Etho’s second retaliation, only to be nailed in the face with a ball of mud.

“Stop- Stop fighting!” Mumbo was quickly between them, fins flared and anxious, but Etho shook his head, keeping his good nature.

“It’s fine. This is how humans play sometimes.”

Mumbo stopped, looking a little bewildered, but slowly his fins lowered, like he was connecting the dots slowly but surely. “Oh. This makes more sense. It is not easy to tell. Humans are violent and loud.”

“It’s really hard to tell,” Etho agreed, “A lot of really upset and really happy faces and sounds are exactly the same. I would assume play first, though. Ask if you don’t know.”

Mumbo was quiet for a moment, processing. Grian realized it must be difficult for him to keep up with a faster paced conversation, even if he was hearing it in his language; beyond the simple language barrier, there was so much context and slang and missing pieces Mumbo still had to parse on his own.

Finally, Mumbo spoke, “It is so nice to be able to talk like this.”

Grian made a small noise of assent, Scar nodding in his enthusiastic agreement, “It’s great! I know you probably had a pretty shit day; ours wasn’t great either, but sitting here, all together.. I don’t know. It all just feels worth it to me. I want to tell you things before I can’t anymore! I want to explain stuff- I want to do couples things! I mean- I don’t know if we’re together or anything, everything has been super unclear in general, but I really like you! I’d love to kick it casual style with you- not anything serious really, and if you’re not interested, that’s of course okay- Gosh I’d love to kiss you, is that crazy? I want to so bad! Do mermaids kiss each other?” Scar rambled on and on, but Grian had stopped listening, mind caught on the whirlwind of today, rubberbanded back to the anxiety and stress and horror and hopelessness. He did not feel good. This did not feel ‘worth it.’

He couldn’t stop looking at his hands. The tearing on his left wrist that had scarred somewhat, but his right hand was so far gone, the aftermath of being bitten and maimed clear all the way up to his elbow. It still felt tingly and numb. All of it, horrible.

Grian didn’t know if he would ever forget that. His hands being the only defense between Mumbo’s teeth and his own throat.

He hadn’t noticed the clearing grow quiet. He hadn’t noticed when Mumbo was suddenly so close, Grian nearly screaming when he looked up and saw Mumbo sitting there, too consumed in the spiral of his own mind. But Grian’s fear was obvious enough. Even Scar looked ready to hop off the boat to make sure he was okay.

“Did.. I do that?” Mumbo asked, and even void of tone, he was quieter than usual, fins laid back. “I don’t remember you. I remember blood. I hurt someone.”

“You really went after Joel,” Etho tried, but his heart wasn’t in it, too quiet, too awkward, “Bit him a couple times, got him good.”

Grian didn’t have the will to lie. “You tried to kill me.”

Mumbo stared for a long moment, processing maybe, or feeling something else. Grian didn’t really know. Too sad. Too tired.

“How do I make it better.”

Exhausting. A question like that was utterly exhausting. “I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I just.. I think I need to go home. I need to be alone for a while. Or maybe.. You guys can talk. Keep talking. I’ll nap on the boat.”

“No,” and it was Scar this time, calling from his place at the stern, “Let’s go home.”

“Humans talk too much,” Mumbo seemed to agree, turning around and swimming back toward Scar. “I will go home as well. It’s been too long. Too long on the surface is bad for me. Physical. Mental. Touch your human friends, forget me for a little while. Be good. Love well.”

Grian frowned, stung despite the sweetness. “I don’t.. You don’t have to go, Mumbo.”

“I will come back. I need some time. To feel safe again.” Mumbo glanced back toward the island, then ever-so-briefly at Etho, but even the small stutter of anxiety in Mumbo’s fins was enough to make Etho shrink away.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I really didn’t know, but even then I should have- I shouldn’t have-“ Etho didn’t get to finish, cut off by Mumbo’s approach, who apparently had far less issue touching Etho than he did Scar and Grian. Firmly, Mumbo took hold of Etho’s hands.

“I made my decision. You would not have changed it. Next time we might choose differently. What’s done is done. Go home, see your human. Love well.”

“Love well..” Despite hearing the words in English, Etho spoke the mermaid language to himself, quiet. “That’s how you say it.” Mumbo blinked slowly, flicking his tail.

Almost unconsciously, Grian tried to repeat the words himself, but he couldn’t snap, couldn’t recreate the clicks on his right hand like he was used to doing. It was a moment of distress; feeling his missing digits, knowing the motion like the back of his hand, but failing to make the noise.

Well.. Maybe he didn’t know the back of his hand anymore. He looked down at his wrists, frowning at the dark scars twisting through his skin. They weren’t attractive things, pinching and warping his forearms.

When he looked up, Mumbo was staring. “I hope you come back.” And that was a small comfort, knowing he’d be missed. Grian was never sure these days with Mumbo had Scar, if they really cared to want anyone else. They didn’t need anyone else, did they. Grian wouldn’t have even come here to rescue Mumbo if he’d had the choice. As it stood, he wished he hadn’t.

But.. well. As Mumbo had said, what’s done is done. Grian would have time to think bitterly later.

“I will.”

Mumbo gave a flick of his tail, acknowledgment, Grian was pretty sure at least, before diving back into the water, swimming away. Apparently mermaids didn’t linger on goodbyes, or even say farewells at all. (Or maybe they did, and Grian just didn’t know what it looked like.)

Silently, Etho took Grian’s left arm. Grian let him walk him to the boat, letting Scar pull him up. Scar offered to drive, but even beyond having to put in the effort to teach him, Grian just wanted to take care of it. To watch the water ahead, and think of nothing else.

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