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bratkook · 3 years

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almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?, more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face.

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him.

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee.

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do.

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love.

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast.

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen.

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along.

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile.

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first.

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup.

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing.

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups.

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl.

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups.

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night.

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again.

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.”

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips.

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book.

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel.

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look.

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him.

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original.

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all.

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in.

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat.

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for.

No. That’s not what he wants.

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it.

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in.

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks.

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether.

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it.

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages.

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies.

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser.

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok.

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that.

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family.

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now.

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had.

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom.

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax.

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight.

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping.

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened.

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did.

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed.

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear.

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube.

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base.

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you.

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz.

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep?

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch.

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you.

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do.

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did.

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer.

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind.

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor.

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are.

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock.

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm.

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over.

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation.

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets.

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity.

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit.

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang.

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else.

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you.

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum.

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase.

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send.

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that.

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok.

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again.

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else.

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend.

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about.

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief.

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge.

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him.

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore.

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

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danger-xylophones · 4 years

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Family Reunion (Darth Maul x reader) Pt. 3 Madness

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story summary: reader reunites with Maul for the first time in twelve years and...the ex-sith lord gets a strange surprise

Warnings: Tiny bit of existentialism, canon-madness, canon-violence

Notes: Female pronouns, an OC child

Part 1, Part 2, current read, Part 4, Part 5

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You had no clue how long you‘d been following Morley, a while to be sure, but so far he had acted as a very competent guide. As of now, he’d safely guided you around the firebreathers and had helped defend you against the Junkers (there was a Junker taking aim at you that you hadn’t seen, Morley had slapped the blaster away to deflect the shot). However, you still hadn’t found a trace of Maul.

Now, as you stood amongst the carnage of yours and Savage’s showdown with the junkers, Morley began to laugh. “Wow. Wow-hahahah-wow!” The snake beamed at the two of you, oddly pleased at the fleeing trash-beings.

Savage simply looked down at Morley before looking at you where you stood slightly crouched next to him. The large zabrak male bumped your arm to prompt you to put your lightsaber away before urging the three of you to continue. You promptly fell in step with him as Morley slithered along behind. “So…” the snake soon drawled as he moved forward, “who are you looking for?” Savage and yourself shared a look, questioning if you should divulge that precious information. Morley seemed to sense your hesitation for he soon annoyingly begged you to tell him.

With a heavy sigh, Savage relented. “My brother. We’ve been searching for him.”

“Been missing for over ten years.” You huffed rather pathetically despite yourself.

Morley, however, seemed intrigued. “Ehhh...does he look like you?” The large snake asked Savage.

“Have...have you seen him?” Your voice lifted as genuine shock surged through your system.

“Uh, no, no,” Morley deflated, “I just...heard stories about a horned man. I thought it was just an old local legend.”

“How old?” Savage stepped in to steal your next question.

“Old.” Morley’s forked tongue quickly darted out of his mouth as he looked around the area, almost as though he was fearful of being overheard. “They say he drags things down, beneath, and they never come back up.” The air seemed to grow thick with the newly revealed information. Excluding the part about the horned man, that didn’t really sound like Maul. But...Savage did say that he might not be the same man you had once known. Perhaps it was him and he had changed-forced to in order to survive. “Oh, but it’s only a legend like I said.” Morley broke the silence and dismissively flicked his tail. As if to amplify the already bizarre mood, thunder crashed not far away from where you and Savage were standing, rooted to your spots as both of your minds reeled with wondering. Eager to move on, you began to walk once more in the direction Morley had been guiding you. Savage soon caught up, indicated by his heavy footfalls.

You flinched as something stinging landed on your cheek. With one hand coming up to cup the area of irritation, you were met with more and more stings in the form of droplets as it had begun to rain. But what kind of rain stung? “Acid rain.” Morley tutted, winding around a piece of scrap. “It’ll melt us down if we don’t find shelter soon.” He further warned as Savage raised his left arm for examination. The armor was sizzling in protest as you found some suspended scrap metal to stand under.

Savage looked around as you focused on rubbing the stinging sensation out of the back of your hands. Searing, prolonged pain you could deal with but this minuscule irritation that built up over time was so not your cup of tea. Savage seemed to spot something as he loudly exclaimed ‘over there!’ and bounded off in the direction of what looked like a large broken pipe with wood partially covering the mouth of it. Wary of your companion running head-long into a trap or someone else’s home, you sprinted after the speedy zabrak.

The tunnel itself was a welcomed sanctuary from the acidic liquid dumping from the sky and you welcomed it with eager arms upon realizing that it was decidedly abandoned. Or at least, it would have been decidedly abandoned if not for the dead Junker hanging from the ceiling. Morley released a soft exclamation of surprise that you elected to ignore as Savage moved further in. Junk was piled up on all sides of the pipe and you unceremoniously tripped over a rogue sheet of metal as you shuffled in to check for signs of life. It was unneeded though as a soft blue glow caught your eye. “Savage, the talisman.” You mumbled, mouth suddenly feeling dry. The golden zabrak looked down at his chest and you could see his shoulders lift in relief that it had started working again. Like a silent game of hot and cold, Savage stalked around the pipe with you watching to see where the talisman glowed the strongest. He eventually stopped right in front of you whereupon the magic jewelry piece was glowing brighter than you had ever seen it before.

“This is it.” Savage confirmed and softly moved you to the side so he could investigate the pile of metal behind you. You quickly began looking for a hidden door that would hopefully lead you to what you hoped was Maul’s hideaway. What you thought to be a pile of metal turned out to be another dead Junker that fell over when Savage touched it, making you halt your own search.

“It-It doesn’t look like anyone’s here, you two.” Morley offered unhelpfully to which Savage snapped at him and continued to search, growing more agitated by the second. You couldn’t be mad at him as you could feel desperation starting to rise within you. With a low breath, you stepped back into the center of the room and closed your eyes. You were trying to sense for either any life or a hidden door, whichever stood out first. You heard the clattering of another Junker being tossed to the side in front of you by Savage and felt your companion’s mind start to spiral as he backed up next to you.

“Mother Talzin…” Savage muttered under his breath, prompting you to open your eyes as your focus wasn’t holding. “She betrayed me…” Savage’s voice grew more steadily into a growl. “My brother must be dead!” Savage smacked the body of a dead Junker away as you watched on, the familiar dull sting of onsetting apathy creeping into your bones. Your companion yelled in frustration, hands clutching at his horns as he tried to steady himself. You hated to be right. “Y/n, I-I’m so sorry.” Savage sobbed softly as he turned to you.

You sighed low, face carefully constructed to restrain the heartache. What had you expected? Face purposefully neutral, you opened your mouth to console Savage who was most likely devastated only for Morley to cut in.

“Y’know,” he dragged out, voice inappropriately peppy, “She’s not the only one who betrayed you.” Your eyes widened as the snake raised his tail and smacked it on the ground in front of you. Suddenly, the floor gave way, and you and Savage were sent plummeting down into the inky blackness below. “You two will make good offerings, and when my master’s finished with you-I get the leftovers!” Morley’s high pitched laugh echoed down the hole along with yours and Savage’s frightened screams. You didn’t know how long you’d been falling or how swiftly the ground was approaching but you did know that it was too far for you to force jump out and that the end of this road would most likely result in a few broken bones. Or at least, it would have had Savage not graciously acted as your landing pad.

You landed with a huff and a sore stomach from where your front collided with Savage’s back. But, aside from what would definitely form into a bruise later, you were fine. Pissed, but fine.

The place you had landed in was dark and you could scarcely make out the back of Savage’s head as you slid off of him amidst apologies. But it wasn’t so dark that you couldn’t see a form skirting a corner up ahead, making you freeze. “If we ever see that traitor again,” Savage grunted as he rose to his feet, completely unaware of what you had seen, “I’m going to kill him.”

“Savage,” you grabbed your brother-in-law’s wrist without tearing your eyes away from the spot where the form had disappeared, “We aren’t alone down here.” As if to punctuate your statement, the sound of a creature skittering across the trash floor echoed around the two of you. Immediately, you put your back to Savage’s and pulled out your lightsaber, ready to defend yourself. Savage also brought out his lightsaber but did not ignite it. While the two of you waited with bated breath and the chittering grew louder and louder, you found yourself growing more enraged. Whatever was down here was going to die-you had a son to get back to.

Something toppled over in one of the numerous tunnels resulting in an obnoxiously loud ‘clang’ that caught you both off guard. Savage, ever hopeful you guessed, decided it would be a grand idea to talk to whatever was down here. “Brother? Is that you, brother?” The zabrak’s voice reverberated unnaturally as it bounced from wall to wall down the dim tunnels. When there was no response and no other noise from the creature, Savage straightened his posture and activated his lightsaber. The zabrak bumped his hand against your arm to prompt you to look at him to which Savage nodded in the opposite direction the creature had run off to and began walking. You were forced to follow or be left in the tunnels.

The walk was tense, silent, neither one of you wanted to speak for fear you would miss a noise that could prove vital to your survival. You both were also careful not to make any noise yourself, the only sounds being Savage’s heavy footsteps which masked your own and the soft hum emanating from your weapons. Every so often, you would swear that you could hear the creature but as soon as you would turn around or look above you, there would be nothing. Was the creature real, then? Or was that the morbid beauty of Morley’s master; he served no person just the excruciating onset of madness. You were happy you had someone else with you though.

Cutting through the tense atmosphere like a stray blaster bolt across a peaceful field, the sound of metal scraping against metal immediately put you on edge once again. Savage called out once more, “Is that you, brother?” There was no response. The two of you rounded a corner and when you peered into the tunnel before you, you could see the outline of the creature. A human torso, a spider body, and what looked like antlers growing from its skull.

When the creature noticed you and Savage, it growled in an almost human-like voice and backed away, as if desperate to avoid the light shining from your sabers. You paused, prompting Savage to do the same as the creature continued to back up-still growling and grunting like an angry, feral tooka. Fearing that it was getting ready to charge, you attempted to soothe it. You lowered your saber and spoke in a soft voice. “Hey, it’s alright, we’re not here to hurt you.” It felt like you were trying to calm a feral loth-wolf as the only response was another, even lower growl. Savage stepped in front of you, one arm out to shepherd you behind him as the creature grew increasingly more agitated. The second Savage did so, though, it bolted-racing away. Savage, like the moron that he could be decided to run after it which meant that you were soon racing after Savage too.

You weren’t sure what his plan was (if there even was one) but you did know that you were going to keep him alive no matter what. Strange how spending two months traipsing across the galaxy with someone could change your opinion of them.

The creature continued to flee, hissing, growling, and spitting with its strange ever-present chittering in tow and you continued to follow it. Occasionally, it would rear up, bringing its human arms up over its head as it backed away and the light from your sabers would almost reveal the features of the creature but before action could be taken, the strange abomination would back away. “You!” Savage had begun yelling at it by now as he gave chase. “What have you done with my brother?” You weren’t sure why he was so adamant that Maul was still to be found in these tunnels because every time you glanced at the talisman it would appear to be glowing but you couldn’t tell if it was from your saber or not. “You!” Savage tried again as the creature tried to back away into a tunnel leading downwards. “What have you done with my brother? Answer me, you monster!” That seemed to finally light the fuse in the creature’s temper. With a bone-chilling snarl, it charged right for Savage. One of its many legs kicked you away, sending you backward and against a wall of trash as your lightsaber sailed out of your hand. You lifted yourself off the floor and summoned your weapon back to you just in time to watch Savage get pushed into a different tunnel by the creature. Thinking fast, you took off after it with saber ignited, following the guttural cries of the tunnel dweller and the unmistakeable commotion of a fight. You rounded the corner in time to see Savage and the creature locked hand to hand, both trying to overpower each other. Still approaching, you raised your hand and focused on pulling the creature off and away from your companion.

The strange mixture of spider and man twisted around to face you, teeth bared, fists clenched, and chest heaving with exertion and anger. You raised your saber, ready to draw the creature closer and run it trough but that was when you saw it-the creature’s eyes. “Maul?” Your voice broke as your brain registered not what but who was in front of you. Your grip went lax and your saber clattered at your feet leaving Savage’s talisman as the only light source. Even then, there was no denying whose silhouette it was. For a minute, you were still, your grip on Maul through the Force also waning as you both just stared at each other-you with elation yet simultaneous devastation at what your lover had become and him with the wildness of a rabid animal. The spell was broken though when your grip on him finally loosened completely. As though he had suddenly recognized you, Maul’s eyes locked with yours and his snarl fell away into what you almost thought was a grin but that did not last. Maul’s new spider legs moved far quicker than you could have fathomed and he was on you in seconds, nails digging into your bicep as he latched onto your arm. With a prolonged cry, Maul ran off, dragging you along with him.

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thefamily · 4 years

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Chapter 5: 1824 October 11th

Liru’s P.O.V.

Stella’s hooves make no sound as they hit the ground, her wings folding at her sides as we are now less then a kilometer out and I can hear the sound of the hell hounds barking, Riptide and Killer, their liters already surrounding the village, ready to tear it apart. I can see the village as Stella begins to slows we near the entrance of the village men out with torches almost extinguished by the rain and wind some with rifles others with bows and arrows the rest with some form of farming tool. Most popular decision tonight seems to be a pitch fork.

Stella slows to a stop between Riptide, a hell-hound the size of a wolf with a skull stripped of any flesh with two large horns that went back diagonally and glowing yellow eyes, red fur even redder soaked in blood with it’s bone spikes ripping out the back it’s torso showing it’s ribs with any missing fur, and Killer, a large black hell-hound that went up to my shoulders, it’s fur creating a lion like main around it’s head, glowing yellow eyes shining through it’s sleek black fur. I watched with a smirk on my face as people scramble back screaming at the sight of me, screaming things like death and monsters. So nothing new. I smile, my mouth full of sharp teeth as Τριφύλλι and Σπαθί finally catching up coming to a stop behind Riptide and Killer, and as much as I enjoy reveling in there free after everything they did to Jack, I’m not here for revenge, I'm here for answers, and a bit of revenge.

I bring up a finger to my lips and letting out a quiet “Shhhh.” and surprisingly the humans listen as it echoes through the village on the stormy night, no surprise that the hounds back off a little but still snarling and snapping at them. I smile to myself looking them all over through the bottom of my hood before an icy rage flowing through my veins at their healthy looks remembering just how skinny Jack is. I gently pat Stella’s neck signaling to let me off and I feel her huff slightly before getting on her front knee’s allowing me to hope off before she stands again intimidating the humans as she stares them down the flesh missing on one side of her jaw showing sharpened teeth, obviously unnatural for a horse.

I look over them on last time, the only sound is the thunder rumbling around overhead and the snarling and snapping of Riptide and Killer’s liters. “Hello.” I say my voice falsely comforting as it echoes around the village. “I’ve come for some… information, I guess you could say.” I begin to stalk forward and one of the gun wielders point his rifle at me and I put my hand up stopping the sudden advances of the hounds, shadows and Stella.

“N-now h-hold on,” A tall lanky-ish looking man says in an accent thinker than Jack’s. ‘Mr. Blanchfield’ a voice sounding like a terrified Jack. The icy rage turns to fire as I get flashes of his memories specifically the feeling of a metal belt buckle against his back. “w-we don’t w-want a-any trou-” He gets cut off by multiple loud booms of thunder with lightning striking all around the village eliciting more screams from many of them. “I said,” Poisoned honey dripping from every word. “I’ve come for information. Specifically about the Mcloughlin’s that were adopted.”

The confusion that radiates from them is amusing, but also annoying. “Well?” I ask getting more annoyed by the second. “Does anyone have answers? Or do I need to tear this place apart to get my answers.” My voice is low, rumbling through each and everyone of their heads. “Either way I will get what I came for, blood or no blood.” I begin to stalk forward again my eyes trained on the man, Blanchfield, in-front of me rifle shaking in his hands as he stutters in what I assume to be a poor attempt to sound intimidating voice, “S-STOP!!!” I don’t I just keeping stalking forward staring him down and with a particularly loud boom of thunder overhead, he fires straight into my chest, ripping through the parts of my shirt that showed through my cloak, although I remained unharmed it did knock me back a step. Three things happen all at once. One, the force from the blast knocks me back a step. Second, both Stella and Σπαθί let out ground shaking roars while the hounds made a sound between a roar and a snarl and third, they all attacked the villagers at the same time.

I grab the scythe from my back and cut off Mr. Blanchfield’s head in a single movement and I watch his body fall more annoyed then anything. I look around before shouting above the barking, screaming and gunshots that quickly died out as the hounds got to them, “Αφήστε τους αθώους και τα παιδιά, τους ενόχους, γιορτάστε αν επιθυμείτε!" I look around at the buildings trying to find the orphanage and begin to walk through the village, the hair raised on the back of my neck indicating that Τριφύλλι was right behind me.

I held my scythe at my side as I walked through all the chaos that was happening, the rain washing the blood off until I come across a familiar building. I put the scythe back on my back as I look up at the orphanage a feeling in the back of my mind wants to rip it apart. I close my eyes focusing on the source of it, a little ball of green lightning shaking like a leaf.

“Jack,” I breathe out in shock. I open my eyes again looking up at the building, the rage for this place bleeding from Jack was a bit suffocating as I think ‘It’s alright πυγολαμπίδα, you never have to deal with this place again. So just… relax my love.’ I can feel it begin to fade as he relaxes and I quickly walk inside, Τριφύλλι right behind me. I look around before finding the master bedroom and looks around the room until I find a box of adoption papers under the bed and quickly begin to shift through them trying to ignore the rising headache from the memories attached to them getting flashes of them being signed and for some reason Mrs. Blanchfield was burning some but… missing one?

All of them had the name Mcloughlin but one is missing. Everything freezes as I come across the missed one.

Jameson Jackson Mcloughlin

I dropped the others as I stare at the name before quietly singing out,

“Look at this place, look at your faces

They’re shining like a thousand shining stars.”

As I finish the lyrics my mind is filled with flashes of a little boy with a silver tongue, barely learning how to speak before realizing what happens to his family if he does, his eldest brother? Jack told me that he only had brothers, perhaps one was born in the wrong body, teaching him how to walk while hanging onto his dress like a life line as he watched his own feet. I watched as the little boy falls asleep on all of his brothers, throwing a tantrum as the oldest adopted out against his own will. Watched until he was ripped away at the age of three. But it didn’t stop there it stopped when those fucking monsters that took him from his family whip his back with the metal part of a belt at the age of s̭i̳͋x.

I look down at the paper scanning for the name, ignoring the booming thunder over head and lighting striking outside and the half dead plants inside growing out of control. I find the name and growl out in a bone chilling growl “D͕aly̥” the rage I forcefully stamp down it already having physical effects, the golden red scales surrounding my eyes and I can only imagine how my eyes look.

I quickly fold the paper and hide it in my cloak as I stand up walking out not noticing as Τριφύλλι seems to shiver before following me out. I go to leave but before I can something up stops me calling me upstairs. I take off the hood as I turn and walk to the stairs looking up, confused and even angrier as I stalk up the stairs the smell of blood flooding my sense of smell, Jacks to be precise, years and years of it. I walk through one of the rooms and climbing up to the attic and opening it and gets hit with a blast of cold air and I let out a low growl as I step up into the attic looking around seeing a small mattress made of old ratty pillows and blankets which splotches of dried blood and a few over grown bouquet of flowers that I gave him over the year, ‘I wonder how they lasted this long’.

The entire area smells of him with a mix of mold and mildew from the rain ruined roof, walls and floor. There were holes in the ceiling which aloud for the wind and rain to hammer into attic space. His ‘bed’, if you could call it that, was tucked into a damp corner clearly the ‘driest’ of the entire room. I can only imagine what my eyes look like now as I ignore the rage burning through my veins.

I went over to his sleep area a shifted through the billows and blankets before finding a small metal box that had Jack’s name carved into it and something carved out of it. It seemed to be made of some form of enchanted wood as I looked it over noticing little sigils lighting up when lightning flashes. I nearly drop it when I realize what it’s from, the cult of malplena, the Void, I take a deep shaky breathe as I whispers out “Detruu.” causing the sigils preserving it from time, break leaving no trace of it’s connection to the void behind.

I pick it up as I look around the area on last time and I can here someone scramble into the building and up the stares to the second form and I can hear a hound following them. I stand up glaring at the entrance of attic as the person- no woman, Mrs. Blanchfield to be exact. She scrambles back on her single one hand as the hound, undoubtedly Riptide, the one who took her hand to begin with. She turns to gets up and freezes as she spots Τριφύλλι in the corner behind me as I glared down at her my horns beginning to form as I looked at the monster that dared called themselves a person.

“No.” She whispers out as I begin to move towards her. I grin with no joy and all malice as I grabbed my scythe from my back. She begins to scream “DEMON!!! DEMON!!!”

“Oh shut up.” In one movement I slice her from her shoulder and waist letting her fall back down to Riptide who proceeds to rip her apart as I grab the box before hopping down. I walk past Riptide giving him a pat on the back. “Mi revidos vin poste Riptide.” He lets out a small bark before going back to playing with his new chew toy and I put my hood up again my horns disappearing. I see Τριφύλλι grabbing Σπαθί by it’s wild hair as it tries to swipe at people running by and I walk out next to them drawing Σπαθί’s attention to me calming down as it sits like a dog, waiting. I let out a loud whistle calling for Stella and I can hear her roar one last time before seeming to appear in front of me getting down on her knee’s and letting me get on.

When she gets up I look around the town one last time before patting her neck and she takes off like a light, the shadow creatures close behind. I can feel my rage leave me as I think about Jack back at home asleep, hopefully peacefully and I can feel my scales fade to skin hoping my eyes are back to normal as the field comes into view before fading away to the valley as Stella lets her wings out flying up then down to the island and before she even fully lands I hope off of her and take off running to the entrance of the castle shouting back to her.

“Sorry Stella I need to check on Jack!” I hear her laugh in the back of my head causing me to blush a bit as I run up the stairs. “Don’t worry little one, go check on your lightning bug” I will forever deny the blush that over took my face._____________________________________________________________

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Thank you to @antis-gauge for Translating for me from English to Greek

Translations:

Club is Τριφύλλι

Spade is Σπαθί

"Spare the innocent and children, the guilty, feast on if you wish" is “Αφήστε τους αθώους και τα παιδιά, τους ενόχους, γιορτάστε αν επιθυμείτε!"

Destroy is Detruu

“I'll see you later Riptide” is “Mi revidos vin poste Riptide”

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cosmosfated · 5 years

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Always Together, Undivided

A familiar face wanders the city streets of Washington, D.C. as one hand toys with a peculiar crystal hanging around her neck, the gradient of reds, magentas, and violets amplified by the glint of whites and silvers within it like stars. That same hand catches her attention as she finds her eyes settling on a crown shaped ring. Looking at it makes her sad at the same time as giving her a bit of relief, though she can’t quite grasp why.

This place is so abnormal to her, so entirely strange and out of place, and yet she feels as if she’s been here dozens, maybe hundreds of times before. Some things feel new and foreign, while other things feel as if she’s been told about them several times before. It’s confusing her and making her worried about how well she’s actually been sleeping.

... No, that’s not it.

She doesn’t know why, but there’s something to the familiarity.

Why did she come here, again? She knows it’s important, it had to be for her to be wandering around alone in a place she doesn’t remember ever going to and yet recalls the street names with ease.

Her throat doesn’t let her hum along, but she remembers bits and pieces of a melody that helps her remember where 14th is in reference to Connecticut, where Independence is to 16th. She remembers being led to a dance hall that is bustling with people going to see a midday show, remembers the feeling of being amused by... she thinks someone she was with being confused and reluctant about the idea of dancing. She thinks she was with someone she cared deeply with, and they were her heart, her soul, and made her feel as if she would never be alone again.

The thought of someone having been there, she finds herself gripping that strange crystal again, tighter this time. It startles her, as it does every time, to feel the low rush of warmth like a blanket over top of you when you’re half awake. Something welcome and comforting, like the touch of a loved one.

Her mind being elsewhere allows for her to bump into someone on the street, forcing her to lose her balance and drop her notebook and pen on the ground as she falls. Katie winces on contact, rubbing at her lower back as she reaches for her notebook with the other hand. As she does so, she sees a hand being held out to usher her to her feet.

The face she sees is... familiar? She thinks so, at least.

“Sorry for running into you like that. I really ought to keep my head out of the clouds.”

She doesn’t take the hand, instead quickly grabbing her pen that was a short distance away from her notebook. As she stands, she writes back a response that’s a bit more hasty than her normal writing, mostly from embarrassment.

➥ It’s alright! I wasn’t paying much attention either. Sorry.

The young adult tilts their head at her, and recognition passes their eyes as they nod. “Don’t worry about it! As recompense, why don’t I treat you to a sweet from a bakery nearby? My name’s Sunshine, by the way. Your name slips my mind... care to remind me?”

Sunshine.

Something registers in the back of her mind. She knows that name. Of course! Of course she knows that name. Sunshine’s the Ambassador here, of course! Is Sunshine the one that she came here f─

She feels a weight on her shoulders. It’s a familiar type of weight, seeing as sometimes Sans or Papyrus does the same thing to her. It’s protective, and quietly warning her not to go through with this... or if she does, to be on her guard at all times. It’s not abnormal for parental figures to do, and she’s started to grow used to it after all this time.

But it’s strange, this time it’s a bit disorienting. It feels as if there’s claws resting against her skin, gentle and yet steady in their protection. For some reason, she isn’t afraid of these claws. For some reason, she knows she would be safe as long as these claws rest where they do.

➥ Katie. Sorry about not recognizing you, Sunshine. And sweets sound nice right now, thank you.

It gives her the boost necessary to hesitantly agree, if only just to answer a few questions she has about this situation. She does keep a good foot or two of distance between the two of them, instead lightly leaning in to the feeling of claws that haven’t moved from their place, and the sensation of a warm coat that she’s positive she’s seen before but can’t seem to describe. Such odd things to feel safe around, she first thinks, and then immediately corrects herself: no, this isn’t strange at all, this is normal.

“So, Katie,” Sunshine starts as they lead her towards the bakery they spoke of. “I hope it’s not personal, but that necklace you have... that’s a very interesting gem you’ve acquired. Where’d you get it from?”

She goes to write out her answer, but finds that... she doesn’t know where she got it from. She tilts her head curiously. She feels as if someone had given it to her, someone important. Yes, it was someone important. Trust, something to do with trust.

Do you trust me? ─ Without a doubt. Always.

➥ I don’t remember, but it’s important to me.

“Oh?” They tilt their head curiously, stopping for a moment to move slightly as if to reach for it. “I have an eye for gems and things of value. I can see what that is for you, if you’ll let me handle it for a moment.”

The grip upon her shoulders tightens for a moment, ever so slightly. A warning, familiar and known, unspoken because there need be no words for something like that. Katie shakes her head, posture becoming defensive.

“I know I’m practically a stranger, since we haven’t spoken much since I was thirteen... but come on, Katie, you know I wouldn’t do anything to damage what belongs to you. Will you let me see it?” Their voice is alluring, singsong and practically inviting her to hand over the crystal kept always close to her heart. One hand moves without thought, starting to undo the latch, only for something to happen that makes her stop.

For a moment, it’s as if someone put their hand in front of her eyes while at the same time clarifying her vision to something beyond this. Possessive claws replace the neatly trimmed nails on their fingers, immaculate teeth replaced by two rows of sharp monstrous teeth, and a serpent’s forked tongue that almost seems to flick out to taste the air as serpents do. Brown eyes go a blinding, glowing, neon red and ridged horns curl along the top of their head over their hair, twisting upwards slightly behind their head. The fluttering of wings with spikes and leathery texture, also herald a red tint.

Katie’s eyes widen, grip tightening on the crystal she almost gave away, locking it again.

Sunshine is not who they say they are.

Possessive, charismatic, deceptive. All on top of having the power of a Mage.

She takes a half step away as the images fall away the instant she sees them. She can’t even start to write anything, stunned into a secondary silence as her mind blanks from the confusion, the fear, and the desire to get as far away from this situation as possible. She sees them reach out towards the crystal she’s wearing anyway and she’s not fast enough to pull away, but─

Sunshine recoils almost instantly, a choked back sound of pain turning into a low horrible growl in the back of their throat. A quick glance spared to their hand shows her a lightning pattern of brilliant silver where veins would typically be shown, glowing dimly under the skin and brightening in places at random as if struck. There’s another growl, and the person before her snarls.

Not like a person who was hurt and blames it on the person acting in self defense, but rather a wild beast towards someone in their territory. Almost feral, in a way of speaking. Much less a person, and rather something pretending to be a person she knew and tried to trick her.

Before they can try anything else, she turns on her heel and runs as she feels one set of claws move to one of her hands, gently brushing against the skin in the manner of run, run and don’t look back, avoid them at all costs. She doesn’t think twice about knowing the meaning of such a simple action, she has no reason to. She just knows what it means and she won’t question what’s keeping her safe.

She runs, runs until her throat burns and crackling coughs make her wince from the pain. She doubles over to catch her breath and almost starts to cry. What was that? What were they? Sunshine wasn’t like this before... before what? She can’t remember.

There’s a light sensation on one side of her face as she rights herself, and she can’t help but lean her head into it. Eyes closing, her hand on the crystal shifting to where the feeling of a clawed hand is resting against her cheek.

Do you trust me? ─ Without a doubt. Always. Then I’ll always be here to keep you safe. ─ I’ll be here to remind you you’re loved. Forever yours, my light. ─ Forever yours...

Katie opens her eyes as the warmth fades again.

...There’s someone she should see here, isn’t there? She should find him.

#Epilogue #Fragmented Fate #SUNSHINE.#mutemade #long post #I had to organize things with Kona #* drabbles. \ they're more like fics than anything.

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Spiced W(h)ine Chapter 4: My Business is My Name (I Can See You) Word Count: 1,615 Updates: Bi-Weekly to Weekly {PRELUDE} {<BACK} {NEXT>} {EXITLUDE}

The wide, winding streets of Lopshide Settlement were almost empty by the time Lyric reached it. Around it, the massive darkly-wooded log wall cast long, pale shadows over the snow and, at the wall’s mouth, two of the posted guards motioned for her to stop. “What is your business here?” said the first guard, a Guardian with blunted head-horns. The other, a jumpy, stringy-looking Wildclaw squinted up at Lyric and wrinkled his snout, “Don’t know why someone like you’d be poking her head into Lopshide so close to sunset.” “Oh,” said Lyric, noticing for the first time that-- if she craned her neck up and out far enough-- she could see past the pointed top of the wall. The Wildclaw’s right hand crossed to his sword, hovering just above the pommel,

“What’re you looking at--?” “Oh,” Lyric said again and shook her head, hunkering down so that she appeared less threatening, “I already have a place to stay arranged here-- In fact, I came in earlier today...” “Who you lodging with?” the Guardian said. “Yeah... Who?!” the Wildclaw added, wrinkling his snout again so that it looked like a large, white raisin. Lyric liked the thought of that-- A dragon who had once been large and plump but, after spending countless hours in the sun, shriveled down to almost nothing. It’d make a good song, alright... She shivered and tried to focus on the weight of The Script. “I, ah. I’m at the furrier’s-- Um, Rootlickt?” she tapped the side of her chin, “Or something like that... It had to be Root-something because I asked them if they had family growing in the Labyrinth and they--” “As long as you’re not here to cause trouble,” the Guardian said, her voice sharper than before, “It doesn’t matter.” She motioned for the Wildclaw to step aside and and he started and hopped out of Lyric’s path, trying to save face with, “Yea, if you go around starting trouble... You- You better watch out.” Lyric considered this for a moment, out of politeness and so she could watch his raisin face flush up through his scales with embarrassment, and then nodded, “Alright and alright,” she nodded to both of them and trotted past, keeping her tail stiff despite her sudden urge to flick it and spray both guards with powder. The Script bounced against her side. All along the rows of stalls and shopfronts, Lyric could hear the bustle of the Lopshide dragons settling in for the long night. Rootlickt-- or whatever their name was-- had cocked their head to the right and snorted when Lyric had said she was going exploring. “Ya know there’s only 3 hours’a’sun this time’a’year, Imp,” they had said. Then they’d laughed and Lyric had thought of the winds again and the playful, dipping and climbing notes from the flutes and-- Suddenly, Lyric felt something sharp and unpleasant against her side-- as if she’d accidentally scraped up against a mound of pointed stones-- but, before she could turn to see what had caused the unpleasant sensation, it rippled and faded into nothingness. She squatted down in the street and gave her scales a good scratch and felt The Script bounce against her... Of course-- Yes, of course! Springing back onto all fours, the Imperial swung her head in every direction she could think to-- turning back over her own body-- as she tried to see what had caused The Script to... A Tundra was magically sealing away their wares behind a veil of lavender colored runes that swirled and pulsed before dissipating back into the fading light. Two Guardian wyrie wrestled in and out of filthy mounds of cleared snow. Lyric saw one of the posted guards watching her from their perched atop the log wall, and she waved. They looked away quickly and then kicked off into the air. Alright. So it wasn’t anything here... That makes sense, but-- She scraped at the tightly packed, browned snow with her front claws, her mouth ticking up on the left so that it half closed her eye. A breath. Lyric opened her mouth, scenting the sharpness of the freezing air when suddenly, ”Ya gonna stand about in the dark too, Imp?” ”Oh, Rootlickt!” her face split in a bright open mouthed smile as she turned to peer down at the grizzled Spiral, “I guess that wouldn’t be the best way to spend the night. I just was--” ”Gladekeeper’s beard, I dunna care just what ya think explains this or that about how ya carry on--!” they pulled their fur cape closer around their wiry, scarred neck, “I’m heading back to where ya bed is and once I bar that door-- No one comes in or out on accountathe heat creeping out too.” They wrinkled their snout in disgust and began to walk without waiting for Lyric’s reply. And after a moment, Lyric padded after them-- detailing her expedition into the snow while Rootlickt made faces of elderly disgust. ”It’s a display’a’somesort-- A bad one,” they said as they unlocked the massive oak door to equally massive building with ancient log walls and a sloped roof of woven reeds that had been sealed with tar. They waited for Lyric to pull open the entrance-- clicking their small, forked tongue as she struggled with the weight, and continued, ”Ya young wyrms might as well be wyrie with all the nonsense ya indulge in-- back in my age we’d’a’been forced to make a name by now--” Lyric followed the Spiral through the door and then closed it behind her with a grunt. ”What was it like,” she said, shaking some of the snow from her mane, “Being an Imperial back then? I mean, if you hadn’t already been changed yet?” Rootlickt had been tossing the dried innards of one of their last successful trappings into the hearth but paused, their dark green eyes watching the growing flames intently. Lyric turned her head, hardly daring to breath in the heavy, gathering silence. Then, after another moment, the Spiral shook their head. ”Ya dunna understand what kind’a’answer ya asking after...” they hoisted a lumpy, dried root into the hearth, “Ya can’t imagine.” Lyric’s claws twitched, reaching out in the air as if she could pull the conversation back out of Rootlickt-- The hearth cracked and popped and she drew them back, rubbing at a cold spot near the base of her neck. ”Alright,” she said, her curiosity tucked neatly under her tongue, “Do you need help with your meal?” Rootlickt was still crouched beside the hearth and waved a gangly hand dismissively, making a noise that might have been words but was so low and gurgly that Lyric couldn’t pick them apart quickly enough to understand. Instead she just said, ”Alright,” and crossed the room to where Rootlickt had set a pile of unsold furs for her to nest in. Lyric lifted the top fur, a ragged, white and lavender spotted pelt, and produced a large leather sack that had been sloppily tied off with red dyed twine. Working her claws into the center of the knots, Lyric let the twine fall into the furs and reached inside-- rooting around with her left claw until she found a bundle of fat, pungent mushrooms. ”I think,” she said, examining them, “These would go well with any liver you’d been planning to cook... We could combine them and make a meal out of it...?” No response. Lyric turned to where Rootlickt had been and saw the old wyrm had curled up with their eyes closed; their long, grizzled body rising and falling evenly. Lyric smiled. She selected three of the most pungent mushrooms and popped them into her mouth, chewing until they dissolved into her saliva. She swallowed and gave the rest of the bundle a longing look before she slid it back into her sack and replaced the top-most fur. I’ll need them for the mountain, mostly, her stomach felt smaller and more hollow than a dead rat’s nest. Then she too curled up on herself, watching Rootlickt shiver and grunt as she drifted off into dreaming....

Bells. The long repeating rhythm of footsteps. Were they large or small or had they changed size at some point? Lyric saw the indents they made across the shift of the Song-- A sharp, nasty little tune that kept trying to disrupt the wonderful humming refrain that echoed around it. The humming. Warm, familiar. So old it left a light, dusty and sweet taste in her. Repeating motifs so crisply and casually that she wished she could dance-- Please-- Please-- PLEASE-- The shrieks again. Ugly tune. Bumbling, awkward, desperate. Louder. She felt the spikes in her side again and looked for The Script without understanding that there was nowhere to look since-- Please-- Please-- Please-- PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE-- It made her angry and she tried to push out against it, snuff it out right then and there but it only got louder and louder until Lyric felt blood on her-- But she wasn’t hurt, she couldn’t be-- A bridge. A city. No architecture she could recognize-- The Song was humming and shrieking together now. She shouldn’t be here. No, no. Not her-- Someone else. There was-- A small, ugly creature stepping across a body. The clatter of metals. The crooning of water moving deep below the earth. Ripping-- Something thin and living-- Something thick and odious splattering against stone and THEN-- Lyric could see the foggy eye of It. It looked right at her and pulled up its mouth in a smile and said, “I can /s e e/ you.” Lyric awoke with a start in the darkness. The Script was warm against her side.

#spiced w(h)ine #fr #flight rising #scrawls #mine

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kenpaisworkshop · 5 years

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Sinquest: “Midnight Snack”

Characters: Tomis the Warlock, ( @tomis-jb), Ken’pai the Mechanist ( @rumongray) Guest Appearances: Nakhti the Arms-Master, Shir the Brawler Content Warning: NSFW, Explicit sexual content, M/M, M/M/M/M, Tentacle sex, scent play

Written by: @rumongray

A follow up to this comic by @tomis-jb

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Dextrous fingers worked the small screwdriver as Ken'pai closed a small panel, finally satisfied that he'd cleaned the construct of the sand it had accumulated from a recent trip to Chazin. Back at his workshop, he felt safe, for sure, but there was something about being away from the guild keep that put him at ease in a different way. Maybe it was the fact that when he stayed still, he toiled with the trouble of his life becoming stagnant, and he couldn't see his smaller achievements for what they were. Maybe he had a sense of wanderlust...he often thought that, were he not a lizard-man, he would gladly travel around the world and see new sights, hopefully with a warlock traveling at his side.

No...his mind decided it needed to be honest with itself: he was bored, and he was distracting himself.

He sighed. No sense in stopping now.

Grabbing a small tool, he looked over the construct for points that needed a better seal. He grabbed a small bulb at the end of the tool, used for activating its alchemical reactions. He stopped short, distracted by a strangely pleasant smell that began wafting into his nostrils.

He sniffed the air a bit, trying to determine its source, but the answer came to him all too quickly. Several purple, glowing tentacles wrapped themselves around over his back, entwining and binding his arms. He gasped sharply, his yelp of shock silenced by another tentacle covering his mouth entirely. Heat flashed over his face as his reptilian eyes narrowed in panic.

“Shhh...”

Tomis's voice soothed and dilated the lizard-man's eyes.

“Hello Scales! Working late?” The Warlock queried, a smirk hidden from behind a wooden mask, “Is this another one of your sleepless nights?”

The tentacle at his mouth lifted, gently wrapping around Ken'pai's snout almost as if it were petting him. “Ssssleep?” He jested, “You don't ssseem to be partaking in it either...”

Another tendril grasped the bridge of Ken'pai's goggles, slowly lifting them off his head and placing them gently on the table. The others around his back wormed their way into his shirt, caressing his scales and sending a pulsing wave of shivers with every wriggling movement.

“Yes, well, that's because I'm here to bring you a cure!”

Even more tentacles reached lower on the lizard-man's body, with one caressing his slowly growing bulge, and two others snaked into his trousers, loosening and opening the front.

“Does this 'cure' involve my current restrained position?” His face grew flush from arousal. “...if so, I like it already!”

“Mmmm...” Tomis hummed contentedly, “...this, and much more!”

He slammed a hand down on the worktable next to Ken'pai, leering over his captive. The tentacles responded in kind, pulsing more intensely as the Warlock leaned in close to Ken'pai.

“Also...I don't intend to use my hands tonight!”

With that, he pushed off, away from the table and stood back, spreading his arms. The tentacles writhed with exceptional dexterity, quickly removing the Mechanist's shirt and pants, letting them drop to the floor of the workshop. Soon, they coursed all over Ken's body. They twisted around his arms and legs, pulsing up and down his inner thighs. More slid around his torso, sending a tingle across his chest and up his spine. Another spiraled its way around his tail, stimulating the sensitive scales there that Tomis had a fondness for biting.

Tomis raised a hand, and the tendrils around Ken's extremities lifted the reptile up off of his chair. The human grabbed it, pulling it behind himself to sit down, draping his arm around the back.

“You relaxed almost immediately, Scales! That was quick...what's wrong, lonely?”

Ken'pai moaned, struggling to pull the words from his brain. “W-well...you were gone for awhile...but I didn't expect you back ssso...”

“Soon? Heh, well to be honest things went smoother than expected.”

“I'm...glad...”

“Just got in tonight, actually, so I stopped by the workshop. Y'know...tradition!”

Ken'pai let out a mixture of a chuckle and an ecstatic shudder. “The 'welcome-back fuck'...wouldn't missss it for the world...”

“Well, I hope for both our sakes that you weren't too lonely. You're one of the few who can keep up with me, so you'd better deliver tonight...it was a long ride back.”

“I'll...do my...aaahhhh...”

Every tentacle pulsed at once, before sliding over each and every scale of the lizard-man's body. Tomis had said he wouldn't use his hands, but if he hadn't said that, Ken'pai may have already lost, overtaken by the rapture from his friend's power. Tomis wasn't actually touching him, no, but his magics made it feel like he was. He felt a tongue draping up his neck, rolling up behind his right horn. He smelled a combination of skin and musk from the tentacle that rested on his face, his tongue thirsting for Tomis' member. Tiny sparks emulated the biting of teeth on his scales...

He dared not close his eyes, lest the illusion become too real.

“For someone so cold-blooded, you sure heat up nice, Scales. I haven't really even touched you yet.”

Ken'pai knew he was already being toyed with, and was well accustomed to the human's manipulative charms. He focused on the sound of his voice, the way it hummed into his ears, his brain translating sounds into words, and into meaning. He imagined writing them down, and mused on the idea of doing so later, in reality.

Another tentacle slid to the underside of the base of his tail. He squirmed.

“Hmm...let's have a look,” Tomis suggested, resting his masked chin on one hand.

Ken's living bindings swirled from a focal point on the floor, slowly rotating the lizard-man's nude, suspended body until his underside was facing the Warlock. He leaned forward, elbow resting on his knee as he surveyed the situation.

The tentacle nudged the edges of Ken's hole, teasing it as the human often would.

“Here?”

“T-Tom...issss....”

“Right here, Ken?”

“I...”

Everything came to a sudden stop, the tendrils becoming rigid and almost unfeeling.

“Focus!” The human commanded.

“Yesss! Right there! Right there, Tomisss! Pleasssse!” The reptile whined.

“That's what I thought.”

Like one of Ken's machines, everything slowly started up again, sensitive areas once again exploited for both their sake. Tomis was taking a much more active role now, turning his head to get better angles at one of his favorite performances. The writhing dance of a lizard-man at his mercy.

The tentacle writhed its way inside, forcing Ken'pai to cry out in pleasure. His back arched, thrusting his cock into the air like a towering piston, stabbing the empty air with each and every pulsing, wriggling push into his backside. He didn't know how Tomis did it, but it always felt like the real thing, no matter what his mind told itself. It pumped in and out, and he could almost feel the human's skin slapping against his rear.

Tomis smiled, sending one more tentacle around Ken's waist, coming to a stop just beneath his balls. It gently wound its way around them, twirling around his shaft once, then running along the underside of his dick. Its pulsations matched the rhythm of Ken's accelerating heartbeat as it rubbed up to the tip, curling up and over it. The tendril then rolled from side to side, and then front to back, driving Ken'pai mad as it played with the head. One more sudden flick, and the lizard-man's head snapped back.

His eyes closed. Tomis grunted in response, the sounds dissipating into echoes in Ken'pai's mind.

There you go, Scales...drift off. The Warlock's voice throbbed in Ken's head.

The illusion took hold. The world reconfigured itself like one of his constructs being re-purposed.

When the lizard-man's eyes opened again, the room around him was a dark, brownish, greyish blur. He had vague memories of his workshop, but the only thing he could see in crystal clarity was Tomis.

Naked. Mask-less.

Inside him.

Smiling. Grunting. Sweating. Thrusting. Pushing himself inside of Ken. Pulling Ken back onto him.

“T-Tomissss”

“Yeah, been awhile. Sorry about that. I missed you. I thought about you a lot while I was gone.”

The reptile grinned, the Warlock's promise of going hands-free clearly broken. He gave in to the pleasure, ignoring the haziness that clouded the edges of his vision as his friend pounded into his backside. He felt something push against his lips, and he flicked a forked, wanting tongue to invite it inside. Its taste shifted, forming into something...familiar. As he gazed up, he saw Tomis above him, grinning ear to ear, grinding against the roof of his mouth. He glanced behind the human, only to see that there was another Tomis, still grazing against the lizard-man's prostate.

“Always so...good at that Scales...” The Tomis at his mouth grunted.

Both Warlocks thrust harder and faster, Ken trying his best to keep up. His tongue instinctively lashed around the cock in his mouth, suckling as if he were lost in the desert, desperate for water.

Always the lusty lizard, eh Ken'pai? That's what I'm talking about!

Another nude Tomis coalesced to Ken'pai's right side, pushing his cock into the reptile's scaly hand. Ken stroked it just the way he knew Tomis liked, only slightly distracted by the dick in his mouth, pressing ever further into his throat. A fourth one emerged from the background, stroking his cock rapidly over the reptile's face, just below his eyes.

Then the voices started to overlap. No...not voices. Desires. Wants.

“So good...” “You're one-of-a-kind...” “Fuckin' hot, you're the fuckin' best...” “I need you...” “Take it...” “All I want...” “Getting me close...” “Someday, we'll...” “I'm gonna...” “Yeah, I'll tag along...” “Fuck yeah I'm close, Scales...” “Special...to me...” “Gonna fill you up...” “All over you...” “Drink it all...” “Gonna wash that face...”

In an almost eerie sense of unison, all four Warlocks gave loud, elated grunts. The cock in his mouth throbbed sharply, firing Tomis' seed deep into the back of his throat. As he used his tongue to milk every last drop, another load shot deep inside of his asshole, its warmth dripping out and onto the floor. Tomis pulled out of his mouth as Ken turned his head to face the Warlock masturbating over his face. Two more rounds of cum spilled onto him, one on his chest, and the final one over his snout, rolling down and dripping off of his chin.

The lizard-man broke, surrendering fully to the pleasure, grunted so loudly that Tomis thought he was almost in pain...almost. Ken'pai thrust his own cock into the air, letting loose a concentrated stream of semen that cleared at least a few feet before splattering onto his face, neck and chest, and even after it was all said and done, his member twitched for at least another minute or two.

Tomis looked at his tentacle-bound, vacant-minded friend, covered in sticky fluids, a forked tongue hanging limply out of the side of his mouth as he panted in rapture.

He whistled. “Ken'pai, you sure are full of surprises.”

Ken's mind cleared up a bit, finally leaving the fog behind and remembering the situation. His workshop...Tomis had snuck in and...the tentacles still held him fast. Once he shook the last bit of mist from his head, he started to ask himself why Tomis hadn't released him yet.

The Warlock moved in, his mask keeping the warmth of his breath to himself as he whispered.

“That's one. And no, you're not finished yet. You gotta give me at least a few more.”

“I...” Ken rasped, “I don't...know if I...can...”

“Ohh, of course you can. I know you can take it, I know your limits.”

“I don't...think even...I know my...”

“Ken, tell me...”

The tentacles writhed again, smearing their juices over his scales. His cock remained as rigid as ever, it's heightened, and almost painful, sensitivity driving him mad as the tendril resumed its playful flicking of the head. He gasped, almost choking on saliva and sputtering out a mild cough.

Tomis leaned closer.

“...how was he?”

“How was...who...?”

The smirk was once again obscured by a wooden mask.

“That...that crocodilian lizard-man we ran into. What as his name...?”

His memory was a haze. Ken had a very feint idea of who Tomis was talking about, but his name was just beyond his reach, past the ecstasy and the heat that throbbed in his head and coursed all throughout his body.

“Oh yeah!” The human snapped his fingers, “...I think his name was...”

He turned away from his toy, glancing back with a twinkle in his violet-tinged eyes.

“...Nahkti.”

Ken'pai's eyes widened as the entire world fell away from him.

His mind was in no state to resist the Warlock's power, magical or otherwise. Suggestion sparked off the neurons of his brain. It invaded its way deep within and entrenched itself.

Deep down, it was something Ken'pai really wanted, whether he knew it or not.

But Tomis clearly knew.

The scene's pieces and parts slid into place. Sand beneath his feet, a table in the center. A sturdy chair set against the walls of a tent, lanterns playfully casting shadows for all to see. Thick, scaly hands held Ken's wrists, as his legs rested on powerfully large thighs, a colossal member pushing up into the underside of his tail.

It was the smell that did most of the convincing. His mind didn't even try to tell him otherwise, the scent of the giant scaly body holding him was overwhelming his senses, pushing him to the edge with hardly a word or even a single movement.

“Sient.”

Nakhti was here.

“Nakh...you're...”

“Of course I'm here. I managed to run into you when those bandits attacked, but they weren't exactly what I would call true warriors. I'm glad you weren't hurt.”

“That...yeah...I remember, they...”

The crocodile's head lowered, pressing against Ken'pai's.

“I will always be there to protect you, Sient.”

“I...thank...you...”

“Of course...”

His hands moved to Ken'pai's waist as he slowly lifted the Mechanist, preparing to insert himself.

So how was he, Scales?

That voice again, pulsing through his mind.

“B-big...”

Big...yeah, that's what I figured.

Tomis took a moment to admire his handiwork. The tentacles were doing a fine job of copying the sensations Ken was feeling in his euphoric daydream. A few wrapped around his legs and held him up, acting like a “chair” for Ken's legs to straddle, as others held his waist, lifting him over a third tentacle. Realizing that one might not be close enough to simulate Nakhti's girth, Tomis summoned a second tentacle and had them tightly twist together, forming into one larger tendril.

“Hmm...you'll need something to do with your hands...”

The warlock removed his hooded cloak, leaving only the mask on his head. He stepped forward, standing directly in front of Ken'pai. The human held his hands behind his back, a way for him to make sure he kept his word.

Ken felt Nakhti's cock slowly press inside him.

“Hold on to me, Sient.”

The Mechanist wrapped his arms around the back of Nakhti's neck, oblivious to the fact that it was actually Tomis he was bracing onto. The Warlock's mask was only inches from his friend's face, a front-row seat to the painfully incredible pleasure that sent tremors through Ken'pai's body. At this close distance, Ken heard distinctions in the voices...they melded together into a strangely fitting aural phenomenon.

You fit me well, Scales. “You fit me well, Sient,” Nakhti comforted, pulling the lizard-man down the entire length.

The twisted tentacles writhed their way deep inside the lizard-man, matching the Warlock's heartbeat. Ken'pai panted for air, his breath huffing against Tomis' neck, bringing a wonderful sense of satisfaction to the human's ego. He smirked. The illusion was clearly so believable that, even this close up, Ken couldn't see his friend just inches from his face.

Ken'pai moaned, dipping his head forward and burying his snout in Nakhti's wide chest. That scent...that marvelously powerful, musky, masculine scent. It smelled like power and pleasure...of old leather, scales, and sex. Of command, control, and climax.

“Smells...so...”

That's it... “That's it...”

Watching the lizard-man freely start to ride the tentacles, Tomis decided to have a bit more fun with his powers. Focusing his magics on the two tendrils inside of Ken'pai, he forced the two to split apart at the end, and start thrusting alternatively, brushing against his prostate over and over and over again.

“Ah...aaahh...! Nakh...it's...ssssso...” Ken groaned loudly.

That's it, Scales, let go! Do it!” “That's it, Sient, let go! Do it!”

“Nahkti...I'm...gaaaahhh!”

Ken'pai shuddered again, firing another thick stream of cum back onto his own chest as the tentacles fired their own load deep inside his cavity. His body, along with everything around him pulsed, the edge of his vision becoming dark before he forced himself to blink, keeping him conscious in his current notion of reality.

“That's two now, Ken. You're doing pretty good. Just a bit more.”

Tomis channeled the tentacles to slowly lower Ken'pai onto his work table and brought them back, away from Ken, giving the reptile a moment to catch his breath. Nakhti's musk eventually drifted away into the desert air, the crocodilian fading from his mind. If he weren't so enraptured, Tomis wondered if Ken would shed a tear at the idea.

“By the way...” Tomis mused, “...I wonder how...Shir is doing?”

“Shir?!” Ken gasped.

In his weary state, Ken lay spread-eagle on the table in an almost pathetically lewd display as his mind brought the previous scene right back to him. He lay on the table in the center of the tent, as its flaps opened. A tan-scaled lizard-man entered, his snout covered by a scarf. He pulled down his trousers and pressed his entire body down against Ken's, hands grasping his wrists and keeping them pinned to the table as he leaned in close.

“Chinir...”

“Shir...I...missed you...”

“I missed you too, but I will always return, you know that.”

“Y-yeah...I...”

Shir pulled down the scarf, lovingly nibbling on Ken'pai's neck.

“I'll always be here...with you.”

“I...”

“Even if the world should fall to nothing but a barren desert, we will walk its sands together, you and I...”

“Yeah...I'll be...with you...”

“Forever?”

“...For...ever...aaahhh...”

Hmm...interesting.

Shir pushed Ken'pai's legs apart, his dick entering him slowly, with gentle care for his lover. Teeth bit down on the Mechanist's neck once it had buried itself fully to the hilt. This time there was no pain to speak of, holding himself deep inside for a moment. He then pushed harder in an attempt to go deeper inside Ken than anybody had ever done before.

Tomis chuckled. “A bit more...loving with Shir, eh? I can do that.”

The tentacles holding Ken's wrists were joined by a larger mass of tentacles that tightly covered his torso, to simulate the weight of another lizard-man's body pressing down against his own. Tomis forced them to move all at once; slow, rolling motions that gave Ken'pai a feeling of closeness, comfort, and safety. Of companionship...and in a strange way...love.

“Shir...” Ken'pai moaned.

“I am with you, chinir.”

Shir pumped into Ken'pai, his speed building as their heartbeats began to match in rhythm with the thrusts. His tongue licked its way to Ken's mouth, the Mechanist reaching out to meet it with his own. They danced together, swapping saliva with each other as that familiar heat started to burn over Ken's scales once again. His cock throbbed, titillated by the feeling of Shir's body pressing it between his and Ken'pai's.

Tomis called back one of the tentacles around Ken's wrist, moving it down to his member instead, gently wrapping around it and stroking it in tandem with the one grinding into his hole.

“Shir...I...”

“Me...too...chinir... I am close.”

“I...”

“Yes...come. Come with me...we come together, chinir!”

“Yeah...yeah...Shir...you're so...aaahhh...!”

Another round of semen pumped from Ken's member, dribbling down onto his stomach. His legs had lost most of their feeling, and he could feel his arms falling just as heavy as the orgasm sapped him of all the strength he had. His chest rose and fell sharply, each breath never seeming like it was giving him enough air to recover his stamina. It was too much too quickly, and he felt his vision slipping into an inky black darkness...

Ken'pai!

That voice again. Piercing though and startling him awake.

Ken'pai...what do you really want?

“I...” he muttered, weakly.

Who do you really want?

“I don't...I can't think...I...”

Focus!

A purple tendril slapped against his face.

“A...tentacle...I was in...my workshop, and then...Tomis...”

Tomis?

Tomis.

Reality finally started to claw its way back into Ken'pai's mind. The smell of machinery and oil flew through his nostrils and into his lungs. The sounds of crickets outside his window chimed in his ears. The feeling of being held aloft by Tomis' magics finally returned, as he found himself in the waking world once again.

Suspended by the tendrils, Ken'pai looked downward, seeing the Warlock seated on the couch that he kept in his workshop. Still wearing his wooden mask, Tomis was now stripped to the waist, his bare chest arousing the lizard-man to become erect one more time. His arms draped over the back, and his pants were unbuttoned, his cock on full display in the dim light of the workshop.

“Say it,” Tomis ordered.

“...What...”

“Say who you really want.”

“Oh...you. Of coursssse. It'sss alwaysss you.”

“Of course,” Tomis said, his grin obscured, “you gave me three already. I think you have one more in you...but now it's your turn to put in some work.”

The tentacles lowered Ken'pai to the cold floor of the workshop, finally releasing him completely. His legs felt like jelly, and visibly shook as he struggled to stand up straight. Despite this, he wasted no time in climbing onto the couch, straddling the Warlock and leering down on him with a toothy smile. This was what he really wanted, in the end. Just the two of them, no magic between them other than the heat of the moment.

“Let'ssss do this,” Ken'pai nodded.

“Get to work then,” Tomis commanded, “no hands, remember?”

“R-right...” Ken stuttered, forgetting about that small detail.

Wanting to match the Warlock's restrictions, Ken rested his hands on his thighs, lowering himself onto Tomis' cock and lining it up with his hole. He wiggled his hips, trying to get the point of entry just right, and also to tease the human a bit.

“Right there,” Tomis chimed in.

The lizard-man nodded. “Yeah.”

Ken sank down, moaning as the human's dick finally entered him. He'd been waiting for this the entire moment, and despite everything, it was still just as good as he expected it to be and more. He did admit, the tentacles were nice, but there was no mistaking the real thing, although Tomis' powers certainly blurred those lines rather well.

“Fuck yeah,” the human sighed.

There was no adjustment period needed now, and Ken'pai set to work, rocking back and forth on top of Tomis. He heaved out shaky breaths of pleasure, a small amount of drool rolling from the corner of his mouth.

Soon, Tomis started to get more into it himself, grasping the back of the couch and using it to brace himself. He thrust upward into the reptile, grunting much like Ken'pai had imagined earlier. He enjoyed watching the show, the Mechanist was certainly finding his own groove as his body bobbed up and down, picking up speed.

“Sssso good...”

Ken'pai leaned down, his snout pressed up against Tomis' mask. Using his teeth, he lifted it up until it was resting on top of the Warlock's head, but he didn't have much of a chance to see his face, as the human immediately leaned in and bit down hard into the lizard-man's neck. It was real. It was real this time. Real teeth biting into real scales as a real cock pressed against his real walls...

“Fuuuck...Tomisss...”

“Keep...going...”

The reptile slammed down onto Tomis over and over again, skin and scales slapping together as the couch pitched and squeaked. Ken forced the Warlock to almost punch his prostate from the force he was exerting.

“Ahh...ahh...Tom...is...”

“Fuck yeah, Scales! Take that shit!”

Ken dug his nails into his thighs to keep his hands in place. After a few more seconds of pounding, Ken pressed down as far as he could, grinding on Tomis and letting his member explore every single area of his insides.

“I'm close...say it,” Tomis demanded.

“Fuck...me...”

“Close! Say it better!”

Another flick of his prostate drove him up to the edge himself.

“Fuck me...daddy! Fuck me!”

Like a piston shifting into a higher gear, Tomis pumped harder and harder into Ken'pai, his fingernails scratching into the back of the couch. His grunts started low, but their volume increased with each and every thrust, until finally he was almost shouting his pleasure into the lizard-man's ear.

“F...fuck!” Tomis shouted.

One final stab into Ken'pai's colon brought forth the culmination of the entire evening. Tomis' cock trembled and shook, it twitched before his seed exploded inside of Ken's hole, the excess drizzling out from the bottom.

The warmth reaching deep within pulled Ken off the edge himself. For a fourth time, Ken loosed his seed, this time onto Tomis' chest instead of his own. After the final throb of his cock, the lizard-man felt a sudden, intense shiver that rolled from the top of his head, down his spine, and all the way to the base of his tail. His tongue drooped out of his mouth, and he had a difficult time pulling himself off of Tomis, but managed somehow, rolling to the side and sitting next to the Warlock with an exhausted--and satisfied--look on his face.

“That...wasss...”

“And that's...four. Damn, Scales...you did it. You broke your record!”

“Well...I had...a good...motivator...”

The Warlock leaned over, lapping up some of the juices from Ken's chest before rolling his tongue over the lizard-man's cock. Slurping what he could, he swallowed and licked his lips, lifting back up to meet his friend's gaze.

“That was good, Ken'pai. Good shit. You'd better get some rest though.”

“Why'sss...that...?”

Tomis gave a smirk. “Because tomorrow, you'd better believe I'm going to use my hands.”

Ken'pai grinned from ear to ear, his head falling back against the couch. Tomis stood up, scooping his shirt off the ground and moving to collect the rest of his belongings.

“That tired even me out, Scales...I'd better head to bed.”

“Y-yeah...”

Tomis heard the reptile's voice trail off and glanced back, and sure enough, Ken'pai's eyes were closed, his breathing deep and natural.

“Ken'pai?”

He waved his hand in front of the Mechanist's face.

“Ken'pai?”

The lizard-man was well and truly out like a light, snoring gently.

Glancing around, Tomis caught sight of a nearby blanket. He seized it with his left hand, pulling it up and draping over Ken'pai's naked body, making sure to cover him as best as he could.

“I guess...one hand is okay,” he nodded, before leaving Ken'pai's workshop for the night.

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Absinthe

I’ve always believed in the other world, I knew they existed. Ghost, spirits, angels and demons. It just didn’t cross my mind that in my entire life time, that I would be in a corner, backed up against a wall, trying to win a staring contest with one.

So how did I get myself into a situation like this, you ask?

I don’t know either.

Oh, by the way, Hi! I’m Jada Tsui, 25 years old, working as a part-timer. Just an average everyday working lady.

So… why do I have impending death staring right at me?

Here’s why, I was being nosy as hell.

An hour earlier

“Thank you for your hard work! See you tomorrow!” I said to my co-workers as I bid them goodbye while I stayed behind to close up shop.

“Haaaaaaaa… So tired!” I stretched my entire body before I got down to business. As I was cleaning off the display and putting the utensils back to where they should be, I heard some noises just right outside our back door entrance. I ignored it at first since I thought that it was just some rats digging through the trash.

THUD

BANG

THUD

“What the Fuck!”

“NO! You asshole!”

“Shut up you motherfucker! I want your soul!”

But then I realized that that is a mighty huge rat to be making so much noise, plus the fact that this rat is cursing quite colourfully too.

“Soul?” for some unknown reason, that last word sent shivers down my spine.

Fear started to set in. Making it blatantly aware that I am now alone, defenceless in the middle of the night, and from the voices its more than just one person, and it seems that they are not in good terms with each other.

Crap! This is trouble! What do I do? What do I do?

I weighed my options, Call the police, and then what? Hunker down? Wait it out? It might be too late. Someone might die right under my nose.

As I tried to force down my panic, my sense of duty surpassed everything else.

THUD

CRASH

It was the sound of something, or someone hitting the wall.

“I’m too old for this.” I said to myself, clicking my tongue as I decided on what I have to do.

I reached for the phone, dialled the emergency hotline and gave them the details to where to find the shop.

Next thing I did was look for anything that I could use as a weapon.

Great. I am at a chocolate shop. I can throw them these humongous chocolate bars then make a run for it. Nice.

Oh wait. Look around you.

We have knives, cast iron pots and oh, la la!

I smiled triumphantly as I held out my choice for a weapon of mass destruction. A blow torch.

“I can do this! I am not scared! I can do this!”

Oh boy, if only I had known what a huge surprise I’d be in…

I would’ve chosen a group of thugs over what I found on that alley, anytime, any day.

Armed and ready with my blow torch, I announced my arrival.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, you bastard?!” I said as flung the door open, hoping to stop whoever was attacking who. Silently hoping that my bravery wasn’t in vain.

I saw a tall guy, with black shoulder length hair, wearing a dark leather jacket was standing over someone on the ground, there was blood everywhere too, there was also a stump of something that I decided not to look at, knowing that it is someone’s body part. He was facing away from me but I wasn’t stupid to not realize the glint of a knife on leather-jacket’s hand.

“No! No! Stop!! Help me!” the man on the ground suddenly let out a blood curdling scream.

Without hesitation, I readied my body to go on a full out sprint and tackle leather-jacket to the ground. But, in that split second that I could even take a step in their direction, leather-jacket quickly plunged the knife… no, the sword into the man’s heart, cutting off his screams.

The man on the ground, let out a choked gasps as he looked up at the man above him.

“Pol expect talionis daemonium!” The man on the ground his voice surprisingly calm for someone who had just been stabbed in the heart said on his final breath

“Non exspectare,culus.” leather-jacket said, while smirking and wiping off his sword.

“No… No…”

Too shocked to even give a flying pig’s fuck about what they just said, I sank on the ground. Not aware that I was stifling a scream in my throat.

That was then leather-jacket guy turned around and noticed me.

The alley was dark but, tonight the moon was so bright and the light from the open doorway illuminated everything.

I looked up at him involuntarily, I saw his eyes, and they were green. Absinthe, the color of the devil’s drink. It was cold and cruel, the bloodlust evident. I can feel my soul being sucked in, but in those eyes, I can see a bottomless pit, with the soul of the damned is waiting for me. I trembled slightly, I had to look away, those orbs…they were glowing. I am positive of that.

He had this look in his eyes that makes me wonder how many he’s killed but this grin… made me realize he’s probably lost count.

His smile promised death. That there would be no escape. It was a smile that promised slow and agonizing pain. It was a smile befitting a monster.

A monster. A demon.

My heart stopped at the realization. I knew right at that instant that I was right. He isn’t human.

He is not from this world, and that smile really does belong to someone like him.

Perhaps, he was able to read my mind, or maybe he thought that it won’t matter anyway, because sooner or later I will die in his hands. He showed me his true form.

In a shimmer of red smoke and black sparkles, he transformed.

He was not a small, horned, fork-tailed man, the way demons were portrayed in pop culture. He was a beautiful creature. He looked like an angel.

With the exception of big black wings, and murderous intent in his every move.

Despite my fear, this is not what I was expecting.

I may be losing my mind in that instant but…

“Wait, what?!” I asked, dumbfounded.

“What the heck is this?! Where’s the tail? Where’s the hooves? No horns?!” I ran my mouth as I stared him in the eyes, while I thought of a way to escape.

This demon was undeniably shook, and I used that as an advantage. I don’t know how long this plan will take me but, I am not going down without a fight.

He looked like he was about to retort about me judging his appearance when I remembered the door way was still open. Just a few feet away from me.

Buy more time, back away slowly.

“Is this a joke? What are you supposed to be? That is some realistic cosplaying job you did dude, where did you get that costume? How did you get to do the sparkles?” I yammered on and on until I was just a foot away from my escape.

“Were you guys practicing earlier? I guess I should’ve known though! It was pretty realistic!”

Just a little more…

“Well, anyways. Sorry for disturbing you. You guys go on ahead. I’ll go back in. Don’t stay out too late thou—“

I was a little disoriented when I felt my body being lifted up from the ground and was thrown against the trash bins.

A few meters away from the open door.

Almost!

“Tsk!” I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

I started to look around me, wondering how I got there in the first place, when he appeared in front of me and picking me up from my collar.

“How dare you filthy human, to try and trick me. Do you think that I won’t be able to see through your plans?” He asked as his face came closer into my line of sight. I realized that my feet were dangling of the ground.

“Let me go!!!” I tried to kick him in the balls, only to have my right foot caught in his grasps too, He pushed me up against the wall and made my foot wrap around his waist, his annoyingly beautiful face drawing nearer and nearer.

“Do you think that you can outrun me little girl?” He breathed seductively in my ear, sending ripples of shiver from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“I CAN AND I WILL! WATCH ME! LET ME GO! NOW!” I screamed in his face trying to hide the fact that I might be blushing from the sensation of his breath in my neck.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

He laughed heartily, and I felt the vibrations of his laughter in my entire body.

“You are brave, I have to commend you on that. But I do suggest that you shut up and stop squirming about. I still have a prior engagement tonight, I am already behind schedule. Let’s make this quick shall we?”

Oh. So I am just something that had to be disposed of huh? Heck, no. I am going to die anyway so I am taking your pretty schedule to hell with me.

I know in my mind that it was a very petty and stupid thing to think of, but that was enough to steel my resolve to raise hell if I have to.

I am now way past the fight or flight stage, adrenaline coursing my entire being.

Before I could even think, my body made a decision on its own. My left fist lifted and landed a hard punch on the demon’s face making him let go of me, sending me crumbling to the hard cement.

That’s when I realized that we were hovering a few feet from the air. Good thing it was just a few feet up, if it were higher I would’ve died and my punch would be all for naught.

Run! Run! Run!!!! I screamed in my head over and over.

When I finally got my bearings, I dashed away. I don’t where I’m going, just anywhere away from here, away from him.

But of course, I am human and I am up against a demon.

Something dark dashed in front of me, then I hit it, whatever it was. I hit it like I was running to a brick wall, making me bounce off it.

Then again, I was lifted off the ground and thrown against the wall like some sort of ragdoll.

I heard, more than felt one of my ribs crack. It was a sickening snap that echoed to the walls.

“Still standing huh? I said, I am busy. No matter how much you try and escape, you cannot outrun me human. So please, stay put so I can kill you.” He sauntered his way towards me.

I started giggling, it was growing louder and louder until it became a full on maniacal laugh.

I’m starting to scare myself, maybe I’m starting to go crazy. This is bad. Very, very, bad.

“Are you fucking with me? Let you KILL me? You are stupid. HAHAHA!” I started getting to my feet, an amazing aura of killing intent coming off of me.

The demon stood silently, watching me with his cold beautiful eyes. I was bloodied, and broken in various places but I don’t care.

I straightened my back, and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Go ahead. I dare you.” I challenged him. Staring him down. He stared back, but I am not backing down.

“This is getting tedious, however, you are very entertaining. I am going to enjoy peeling your skin off you.” He said in a dangerous tone as he picked me up from the ground once more.

And… that’s how I am in this situation.

Staring down a very beautiful fallen angel, for a minute I let myself appreciate his face, his big black wings, the way his hair swayed in the light breeze, and how his eyes glowed with a cool excitement. He could’ve been a supermodel if he were human, tall and lean. Hmmm… he can be hot, too.

Glorious and dangerous. If only he isn’t out here to kill me, I would be swooning over him.

Huh. My nuts and bolts are coming undone. Finding my murderer hot? Pfft. Wow. Nice, Jada.

Preparing myself for the coming pain and suffering, I smirked just a little at the absurdity that’s going on in my head, I silently said a small prayer. Saying sorry to my friends and family that I will be leaving behind and to my enemies that I never got the chance to make amends to. I closed my eyes, surrendering everything. Losing all hope.

“Look at me.”

“Huh?” What?

“Open your eyes, and look at me.”

Uh… what?

I opened my eyes, one at a time. Unsure of what else to do.

He was staring at me, his eyes losing its coldness just a little bit, replaced by curiosity.

“What? Something on my face?” I asked him

“You are annoying.” He said, casually. As he let me go.

Why you… This jerk!

My eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Well, I’m sorry for boring you!” This guy is starting to get on my nerves.

He had his back turned from me, but I can sense that the killing intent was no longer there. Like a fire that had been doused with water.

“Ow. Ow.. ow…” I whispered, feeling pain all over my entire body. I had to steady myself just to catch my breath.

He looked back for a second, I saw a flicker of concern, regret and hurt in his eyes before he turned away again.

“Go. Get away from here. Run away and never look back.”

Huh? What? Why?

For a moment, I forgot how to speak.

Why is he letting me run? Is this going to be some sick game of hide and seek?

“I am not going to go after you. I’ve lost any interest in killing you. So go, before I change my mind.” He said as he turned back to me. A hurt expression painting his beautiful eyes.

Why?

I don’t trust his words enough, I feel like there would be some sort of catch. I feel like if I turn my back from him any moment, he would stab me with his sword. So I stood still like a rock.

Even if I wanted to move, I don’t know if my muscles can carry me far anyway.

“You seriously have a huge trust issue.” He clicked his tongue.

Duh. You are a demon. Anyone would have trust issues with that.

“Uhm… I—uh, Well… I don’t know why your letting me go. But, thanks anyway. Sorry for punching you.” I started to back away slowly, towards the door of the shop. Next thing I knew, I was falling face first and then darkness.

Ahhhh! Drat! What now?

It’s bright, too bright.

Where am I?

What time is it?

What day is it?

Who am I?

Uh. Right. I’m Jada.

I tried to stretch out my body but I suddenly felt something tug at my left arm.

I’d know that feeling anywhere. Needles. Crap. I’m at the hospital, but why am I here? Car accident? Mugging?

The dark alley behind the shop.

Full moon. A glint of something metal.

Long-haired guy in leather jacket. Big black wings.

Eyes, the color of absinthe.

“WHAAA!” the scream got out as I suddenly sat up. Scaring the bejeezus out of the nurse beside my bed.

“How…? What…?” I asked myself, reeling from the barrage of memories.

“Miss, you need to lie back down, you can’t suddenly sit up like that, you’ve been asleep for awhile,” The kind nurse guided me back down the bed.

“What happened to me?” I asked.

She then told me that I barely got out alive from a murderer, I was found in the back alley of the bake shop wounded and broken, with multiple contusions. It’s a good thing that I was able to call the police prior, and they came right on time. They said that the murderer was a guy, and that it was the first of the string of serial killings that happened in the past two days. He was still at large too.

“Oh… Okay. I should thank my lucky stars then.” I said nonchalantly, after she relayed everything to me.

Of course, he would still be at large. No human can stop something like that. He is a monster. He is a demon.

Cold, glowing, cruel eyes. A smile that oozes danger and death. Superhuman strength. Unflinching calculation.

A ripple of fear coursed through my body just remembering what I’ve been through. Making me completely aware of the places that I had broken.

I asked the nurse a glass of water just to get her out of the room for a while, I wanted to be alone.

I’m completely confused on why and how I was able to escape. Yeah, he did decided to let me go and he also said that he lost all desire to kill me. But, why? I saw the bloodlust, I saw how dangerous he was. I am sure that he was a fallen angel, but if he really is a serial killer, why did he had that expression when he let me go? Why did he seem hurt? And what was that flicker of regret when he saw I was hurt?

My heart felt like a ton of bricks in my chest. Something about these things are not adding up, I feel it. I just can’t pinpoint what it is.

Once the nurse returned with my glass of water, she then asked me if there would be any family members that needs to be notified.

THROB

I have no one.

“It’s alright, I live alone. I do need to inform my work though. Can I make a phone call?”

“Of course dear, just a moment.”

“Thank you so much.”

I slowly sat up, trying to make my way to the window. I felt a presence in the room. thinking it was the nurse.

“Wow, that was qui— AAAAAHHHH!“ I screamed out of surprise. I clutched my chest, hoping that my heart won’t jump out of my throat.

Someone is in the room with me, but it wasn’t the nurse. It was HIM.

He was leaning against the wall, in all his dark glory, a smirk in his lips.

“What a frightful scream you got there. You should probably take it easy, you might start bursting in places you didn’t know you had.” He said as he sat down on the chair beside my bed. I followed his languid movements, unsure of what to even say.

“The look you have on your face is so dumb right now.” smiling cockily.

Huh? What? This jerk.

I shut my gaping mouth. But still dumbfounded to retort.

“Why…? How…? Who…? Wait, what?!” That’s all I could stammer out.

“Shut your mouth, you like a fish out of water.”

That did it. That broke my shock. I am now angry. I picked up the nearest object on my right and started throwing them at him, my pillows, a bottle of pills, a pack of syringe, I forgot what else was there. I just threw anything at him. Which of course he dodged gracefully, which annoyed me even more.

“Ha… ha… ha…. How dare you! I don’t look like a fish!” throwing a pack of cotton balls at him.

I started giggling like a crazy person, clutching my sides.

“Ow…” still trying to hold my laughter.

“Have you gone crazy? Is it shock?” as he reached out to support me.

Maybe. Yup. Maybe I am.

I waved him off, no need for his worry. “Maybe I am going nuts. I barely survived your attack, and yet here you are, annoying the shit out of me by telling that I look like a fish. Hahaha… ow! Ow!”

“Stop being an idiot and lie back down, will you?” he growled back at me, which made me giggle more.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Shut up already. Nagger.” I shot back.

That earned me a menacing growl from him. Again, I giggled back. By this time, I was wondering what kind of pain reliever cocktails are running through my body to make me go on this laughing-trip.

“Hey, you said you live alone, yeah?”

“Yup.”

“Why?”

“They’re dead.”

He looked at me, probably wondering why I gave him a nonchalant answer.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“My name is not important, this is the last time you will see me.”

“Hm… if that’s the case then, I shall name you… Tatsuo. Yup. You will be Tatsuo.” ignoring what he just said.

“Weren’t you listening? Hey! Don’t pretend to sleep, Oi!”

But I was no longer listening, already drifting off to dreamland.

“Why would you even bother giving me a name you idiot.”

I smiled groggily, as I heard him grumbling somewhere near me.

The next morning, I almost fell out of my bed, why you ask?

Imagine this: A dangerously beautiful fallen angel, who tried killing you, gave you bruises in places you didn’t know you had and has killed a person, without hesitation right before your eyes, is now sleeping peacefully beside you, like a human-sized statue for some forgotten Greek god.

“Whoa…” I gasped quietly.

I tried to move as quietly as possible as to not wake the demon in question, but an arm slithered around my waist, stopping me from moving further.

What the heck is this?

“Hey, oi! Can you please let me go? Hey! Wake up!’ I tried shaking him awake, but his arms is only hugging my waist tighter and tighter.

“I really need to go to the bathroom dude, please wake the fuck up.”

That was the truth, I need to pee like really, really bad and his arms constricting around me is not making things better.

You are leaving me no choice then.

”I swear to god, if you don’t let me go now, I will fart in the covers and you will regret every breath that you’ll take. Believe me.” I whispered in a menacing tone in his ear.

That did the job, actually. His arm vanished from my waist and in the same second he was on the other side of the room.

“I’m up, I’m up, I’m up.” He said in a voice still thick of sleep.

I was giggling so hard when I dashed for the bathroom.

While I was doing my business, reality sets in.

Why was he sleeping next to me? And has he been there since I passed out last night? Why did our exchange seem so normal? He isn’t human and that is not normal. For crying out loud, I don’t even know his name yet, so why am I acting so fricking normal around him as if he had always been there the whole time?

Well, whatever. I’m going to ask him later.

Once I’m done, I opened the door back to my room. There was no sign of him anywhere, the room was bright, but it felt a little weird. Unconsciously, I felt lonely. Why? I don’t understand.

I took a shower, trying to clear my head from the glum feelings that I didn’t know I had, taking my sweet time, because last time I took a bath was the morning before the attack.

I used the time alone to think of what happened, why was I attacked? Why was the man killed?? Why were they speaking in a language I couldn’t understand? Who was the man that was killed? And what were his reasons for letting me live? Will I still be able to know the answers to this questions?

After a few days, when all the tests were done and the doctors were sure that I am no longer in danger. Tatsuo didn’t return since that morning. It made me feel a bit off, I still have a lot of questions in my head. Also, to be frank, I am worried about him, I mean, I know he is a demon and all, so I know he won’t die but, its autumn. It does get chilly at night.

“Yo.” a deep quiet voice came from somewhere in the room.

“Oh my sh…! Do you mind not popping out of thin air?” I said, clutching my throat. As a tide of relief washed over me as I did a quick inventory on his entire body.

Yep, this demon is still around. The same one who sent me to this hospital in the first place. In the past few days, I was questioned by the police over and over regarding the identity of the so-called serial killer. Since I was the only one who ‘escaped’ alive.

“Going home?” He asked.

“Yeah, they said I’m going to be fine now. So I can go home.” I answered, turning my back from him to continue my packing.

“Alright, then.”

“Where have you been by the way? You weren’t here for the past few days. I had to sleep on my side the whole night you know” I said still turned away from him.

“Why were you on your side?”

“To make space for you, since you won’t fit in the sofa to let you sleep.”

What the hell am I saying?Darn it!

“You were waiting for me?” He asked tilting his head on the side. Making him look like a cat. Adorable.

HUH? Wait…

“Nope. I just figured that you might not have anywhere else to go to, “

“Why?”

I don’t know dude. Don’t ask me. Dodge the question!

I shrugged, not sure what to say.

I finally faced him, I have things to ask and he is going to answer all of them.

“I’m hungry, let’s grab some lunch before we go, okay? I said nonchalantly.

“We?” his dumbfounded expression was so subtle I almost mistook it as nothing but an eyebrow twitch.

“Are you planning to stay here? I’m not sure they’d allow that though. Do you have a place?” I said, trying to finesse my way out of the “We?” question he popped on me.

When I looked back at him, his face was unreadable, his long bangs covering his eyes.

“Hey, you okay? Are you having an episode or something?” trying to peek at his face, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Are you trying to make a joke? If you are, its dumb.” came his sarcastic reply.

“Oohhh�� snarky!” I giggled finding it adorable how flustered he is.

“You do realize that you are inviting a demon, yes?”

“Yeah, what about it?” giving him a look feigning innocence.

“Look, I am not forcing or demanding that you come with me. It is an offer that you are free to take.” I continued.

“In exchange of what?” His tone changing into ice. I bet that he had asked those words a million times before.

“Nothing.” I looked him dead straight in the eyes.

“Really now?” He smirked, turning into a dangerous one I’ve seen before.

“You don’t scare me.”

I lied. That smile still brings shivers to my soul, but I am not letting him know that.

“Huh. You are truly one weird human.” He said as he got up from the chair he had been sitting on and taking my bag of belongings from me.

I know. I know. I know.

“Wow, that’ so human. So are we going to have lunch or what? My stomach is killing me.” I said as he led me out the hallway.

We had lunch in family restaurant just a few blocks away from the hospital, it was a quiet event. Which surprised me, I kinda thought that he’d make a big fuss about all of it.

“Are you really sure that you’re okay with what I offered?” I asked while taking a sip of my iced tea.

“I’m a demon. In case you’ve forgotten. I can kill you anytime if ever you try to do something funny.” He answered back.

“Pfft. There is no way in hell that I’d forget about that fact. So don’t worry, I know what you are capable of. I’m just asking you these questions because I am being human here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Being concerned about other’s welfare, also… I know you have reasons on why you do what you do. That’s why I don’t want to judge you.”

He was quiet after hearing my words. He may not believe those words but, I’m hoping he can feel the honesty from them.

“So you pity me? Do you think I deserve that?”

“Don’t you?”

Once again, silence. Eyes downcast, his expression unreadable. That look keeps on hurting me. Why?

“I still have a lot of things to ask you, but now might not be the right time. So for now, let’s eat. Okay?” I smiled up at him.

“Whatever floats your boat.”

And… he’s back. Snappy like a turtle.

We finished our meal in companionable silence. Me, enjoying my time people-watching and him… being dark, gloomy and cranky.

I’m enjoying this moment, maybe because this is the first time in a long while that I was able to enjoy a meal with someone. It sucks to eat alone all the time you know.

“What are you grinning about? You look like a pervert.”

“Oh nothing. I was just thinking if tickle torture would be enough to get back at you for breaking some of my ribs.” I said as I stood up from our table. Snickering quietly as I turned away from him.

“I really should’ve killed you that night…”

“Haha! Yeah, maybe you should’ve.”

“Wow.”

That was all that came out of Tatsuo’s mouth when we entered my apartment, after seeing the mess that I call home.

“Uhm… Yeah, Sorry. I’m always busy so…”

“Are you really a freaking girl? How on earth can you live with this mess?! How can you even sleep here?! This is like hell!”

Oh, boy… looks like I am in deep trouble.

“There is dust everywhere! How can you even breathe in here??”

The demon is livid. I’m starting to wonder if I should slowly back away and hide somewhere.

“W-well… I sorta don’t have much free time to clean the house… I mean with school and my work… I—WHOA!!!” I had to duck because something was just thrown over my head, this demon is going on a rampage. A cleaning rampage.

“You…! This place looks like a pig sty! When was the last time you cleaned this place?!” He asked me, again a black aura surrounding him.

Huh. I forgot.

“Uhm… last month? I had exams and I also had to do over-time at the shop so… WAAAAHHHH” I stammered out, ready to run.

He marched towards me, and this is even scarier than that night, this time I am sure that I will be killed.

“WE WILL CLEAN THIS HOUSE. NOW!” He screeched. He was riled up, alright. He is usually stoic but, hot damn! This is a next-level reaction.

“Uh… Yes sir! I will start cleaning right away!”

Sheesh.

As soon as I got the vacuum, cleaning rags and the broom out, Tatsuo didn’t waste any time, he dropped everything and immediately started being a human…demon hurricane equivalent of a cleaning lady. I wasn’t much of a help because of my injuries, so he ORDERED me to go in a corner and keep quiet.

It was amazing though, watching him clean and grumble at the same time. He was like a pissed off mother hen. It is funny and endearing how he lectures me while donned in a cleaning apron and with brooms and rags on his hands. I found myself smiling the entire time, letting the warm feeling go through me.

He was about to finish when I looked out the window and saw that it was already dusk, he is a demon but I think he still needs to eat. I’m getting hungry too that means, I got to start preparing for dinner.

I got up from my ‘isolation ward’ corner and started heading out to the kitchen when he grabbed me by my shirt.

“Where do you think you’re going, human?”

“Well, since you’re almost done with your war against dust and germs, what would you like for dinner?”

He had that look of shock in his face again, why does he always do that?

“Omurice.” he said quietly before turning away from me to continue his battle.

Huh. Okay. I can do that.

“O-okay. I’m on it.”

30 minutes passed and dinner was ready, I decided to call him to the table when I heard a loud sound coming from the living room. Acting on instinct I ran out the kitchen to find a very disconcerting scene.

Tatsuo was in full demon mode, his power palpable in the air giving me goose bumps. His black wings were bristling, and he has a blue-is black fireball emanating from both of his hands.

“You have to die! You filthy insect!!!!” His voice was in a scary double-timbre. Bloodlust and anger in his eyes. He is in attack mode.

TROUBLE.

All my alarm bells were ringing, what’s going on? Are we in danger?

Crap! Crap!

I was prepared to see another dead body when I rounded the corner, but…

Eh? What? WHAT?!

No…. No…. freaking way.

I can’t believe this.

There wasn’t any danger, no dead bodies, the room is still intact. I followed his eyes and I saw the ‘enemy’.

“Are you kidding me? Are you serious right now?!” stomping my way towards the ‘enemy’. It was pandemonium in the living room. Everything was upside down.

“YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE! Are you planning to tear down the entire house just for this?!” grabbing a bundle of newspaper, and bunching it up.

SMACK! SMACK!

“I can’t believe that you went full beast just for this?!” grabbing the dustpan and broom from the floor, cleaning up the crushed remains of… a spider.

Yep, a harmless spider. I mean it is big for a spider, but still.

He was looking at me like I just slayed a thousand soldiers in front of him.

“What? It’s just a spider dude. Like, for real. I ran here thinking that we were under attack or something only to find you in full demon mode because of a spider?! Unbelievable.” I said as I walked past him and back to the kitchen.

I was setting the table when I realized that it was quiet, too quiet.

Now what?

“Tatsuo? Dinner’s ready.Whoa…. wow.” I chuckled, “Are you sure that you’re a demon?”

Everything is spotless. No dust particle would make a mistake on entering this area, or this house. I think if one tries, this demon beside me would blow it to kingdom come.

“Do you perhaps have OCD? Are all demons like this?” I asked as I looked around, sure that if I even breathe, the room would be contaminated.

If I ever felt unworthy of something before, this... this right here sure makes me feel even more unworthy of living in this world.

The demon’s chest swelled up with pride, its making me want to punch him in the face for some reason.

=tbc=

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