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lady-lauren · 1 year

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Heaven in Hiding

↣ Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader

↣ Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only

↣ Word Count: 5.7k

↣ Warnings/Tags: modern college au, step-big bro!Rengoku, stepcest, a very slight yandere tone, a bit of enemies to lovers, use of “darling” and “good girl”, cuddling and flirting, the smut comes quickly because I can’t help myself, oral (fem!receiving), facesitting, hair pulling, a little biting/marking, unprotected rough/passionate sex, small belly bulge, creampie

↣ A/N: I’m not sorry. I needed to get this out of my system. I love this man and I have been a god damn emotional rollercoaster with this series, okay? He’s such a good big brother and I can’t stand it. 😭

Kyojuro takes delight in being a big brother. He’s a protector and provider by nature. So, when his father remarried, the union bringing a darling new step-sister into the fold, he found renewed pride and purpose in acting as your big brother.

Even though you don’t need a big brother—you’ve told him this a thousand times, insisted that since you’ve always been on your own, you can handle yourself. You’re only two years younger than him, a sophomore to his senior in college.

You’re independent, which Kyojuro appreciates. But you’re so pretty and always so alone. Alone at parties, smiling in the corner, fending off boys with impure intentions. Alone at the library, working tirelessly toward your degree. Alone in your apartment, sleeping in empty sheets.

He can’t stand the thought of you being alone. You need him. You’re a moon without a sun.

So Kyojuro determines the only way for you to let him in completely is to give you what all pretty, lonely girls desire—to be fucked stupid.

“Hello!” he announces at your door late on a Saturday night. He’s not surprised that you slam the door in his face upon recognizing his golden hair and flaming voice.

Persistent, he knocks again, telling the seam of the door that he’s brought food.

It takes a few moments, but your door creaks open again, slowly, hesitantly, as if you’re afraid he’s just going to rush inside. He does.

“Finals are just around the corner and I wanted to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

As he takes purposeful steps toward your kitchen, Kyojuro takes note of your apartment. Everything is clean, cute. There are scented candles burning and he can smell the remnants of a hot shower, steam and hints of vanilla and rose swirling in the air. Your television is paused on some Netflix show, a cozy blanket half strewn over the couch. Good, you’re indulging in self-care.

“I’m doing just fine on my own, thanks.”

“And that’s the problem!” He pulls fresh, hot food from the paper bag he’s brought as he speaks, setting containers of potato miso soup—of course he would bring you his favorite, you deserve nothing less—and various other comforting snacks on your countertops. “You don’t have to do everything on your own when you have me.”

You follow him to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed. You weren’t prepared for company, only dressed in a pair of soft shorts and a tank-top with no bra. He notices how you’re covering yourself, pressing your tits down and out of sight, hiding the sight of hard nipples. You’re alluring in the soft light; all smooth, dewy skin and sensual curves that would make any man weep.

“Thanks,” you sigh, “and sorry about trying to shut you out. I’m just not used to having a…a brother, or whatever you are.”

“Well, I’m happy to show you what big brothers are for.”

Even as you both sit to eat, you eye him like you don’t trust him. The problem is that you don’t know him. Even after a few years of being family, you’ve never given him the time of day to show you who he really is, how caring he is. Which is why he’s determined to sink beneath your skin tonight, open you like a parched flower to rain.

“You really don’t have to stay,” you mumble over a spoonful, still watching him with catlike perception.

“Why? Did you have other plans?” He looks around dramatically, long hair swishing as he makes the point.

“Kyojuro…I like being alone. It’s addictive, in a way. I like being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. And I appreciate that you want to be some heroic big bro, but I don’t need you to do that.”

“Don’t you get lonely?” he says with a heavy knife’s edge of sincerity. The words slice through the calm and make you bristle.

“Everyone gets lonely. It’s human nature.”

“Well, you don’t have to be lonely,” he stands to begin cleaning, stopping next to your chair to pat your head softly. “Not with me around.”

He keeps his palm on your head for a moment longer, making you look up at him through your lashes with a concoction of emotion. Anger is present, anger that he’s here, once again attempting to push into your life. But there’s also a hint of adoration, a welling shine that gives him hope.

For you, it’s hard not to be sucked into the gravity well that is Kyojuro Rengoku. He’s blazing warmth and heartfelt smiles, with an eccentricity that is equal parts curious and lovable. He’s the promise of comfort, an assurance of safety. He’s big and strong and far too handsome for his own good—every girl at your university wants him and it’s hard not to fall prey to his blunt charm.

But you’ve always found solace in yourself, only ever trusted yourself. It’s hard to put your trust into anyone, even someone with such a pleasing disposition.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” There’s no question as to whether you want to do such a thing and spend more time with him. It’s a given for him. You’ve let him in, so now he’s going to stay.

“I’m not picky,” you rummage around the kitchen as he slinks into the living room, “just put on whatever you want.”

When you’ve taken enough time to steel yourself, taking deep breaths to calm your shot nerves of your expected alone time being overtaken, you return to him.

Kyojuro has taken residence on your small couch, stout legs spread across the cushions. He’s big in your space, muscular and barrel-chested as one arm hangs across the back of the couch. Like you, he’s casual tonight, gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt with the Slayer University emblem on his chest.

With a beaming, almost sheepish smile, he pats his stocky thigh in invitation.

“No,” you hiss.

“Oh, come on! I bet you haven’t had a good, old-fashioned cuddle in a long time.”

The startled look on your face confirms his thoughts.

He’s perceptive, it’s what has made him a great college athlete. He knows you well enough to be aware that you’re no fumbling virgin; you prefer one-night stands, in and out sexual gratification with no messy strings of feelings wrapped around your heart. But that means when it comes to gentle, caring human contact, you’re absolutely touch-starved. He wants to give you what no one else can—the warm, comforting embrace of a brother.

Like an offering, he holds his hand out to you. Palm up, big fingers barely curved and beckoning come here.

You mumble something under your breath, some curse against god, but you take his hand anyway.

Your bodies meld together easily. Your softness melts against his muscles, your ass settling between his spread thighs and your legs draping over one of his. Enthusiastically, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and squishes your cheek against his plush chest.

“See? This is nice!” He beams, proud and loud and practically stewing in happiness.

Shifting a bit to find comfort, you settle on having your hands against his chest, his steady heart beating against your fingertips, ringing in the ear he’s trapped against him.

“Yeah,” your voice is muffled against his brawn, “it’s alright.”

It’s more than alright. Kyojuro can feel the tension in your shoulders fade as he runs his fingers along your arm, up and down, back and forth, a gentle sweeping of touch. You sink deeper into him as he scrolls aimlessly through the streaming platform, nuzzling your head against his chest. You’re quiet, but that’s alright. He just wants you to feel comfortable and realize that you’re safe with him.

He decides on something simple to watch, some nature documentary he’s already seen before as background noise. He doesn’t care what plays; all his attention is set on you.

Fingertips trail up your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw. He expected you to squirm a bit, perhaps protest, but you are content to just curl up against him and hum.

“Feel good?”

“Mhm, yeah. Guess I could get used to this.”

Kyojuro takes the initiative of pulling you in even closer, big hand dipping to your waist and shoving you against his body. His fingers spread wide, his thumb presses against the fat of your breast, his middle finger curving against the underside. His instincts tell him to squeeze, but he presses his teeth together and flexes his jaw to stop himself.

You’re not naive. Your senses are on high alert being pressed against his big, warm body, and you’re acutely aware of his touch against your breast. Instead of slithering away from him, you coil yourself against him tighter. One of your hands slides up his chest, wrinkling his soft t-shirt as your fingers come to rest on his neck, right at his pulse.

“Kyo…” you whisper, turning your cheek to look up at him. He stares down at you a little too intently, honey and ruby eyes waiting, watching. “Why did you come here tonight?”

“To be a good big brother,” he answers immediately.

“So good little sisters just get food and cuddles? Nothing else?” You’re teasing him, one of your manicured nails tapping at the side of his full lips.

He’ll give you whatever you want, whatever it takes to open you to him, let him be part of your life, part of you.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Name it, and it’s yours.”

His heart is pounding in his ribcage as you move in his lap, straddling his waist. Your tits press against his chest, your cunt nestled against the ridge of his hardening cock that he can’t keep hidden in his sweats.

You play with the long hair that frames his face, twirling red tips between your fingers.

“We really shouldn’t…”

Your lips brush against his, just out of reach, hips rocking against him.

“But we definitely should, right?”

“We tell no one,” you warn.

“Our little secret.”

He takes the initiative, running his hot hands up your sides, feeling every dip and curve as he settles his palms on your tits. Thumbs roll over your already hard nipples, bushy eyebrows pulling up in delight as you give him your first moan.

One hand drags to your face, thick fingers squishing into your cheeks as he pulls your mouth closer to his.

“Let me show you what big brothers are for, darling.”

His kiss is like fire, all consuming, powerful. He slides his tongue into your mouth without prompting, cock growing fully hard when you respond in earnest. Your hands cup his face as you moan into his mouth, tongue tangling with his as you grind into his lap. He wanted you to be enthusiastic, but this—this is heaven.

Just a few touches and you’re already melting to his flames, ready to be burned.

He knew such a pretty, lonely thing just needed to be fucked. And he’ll fuck you just right, in all the ways you’ve ever desired. That’s what he’s here for—to provide in all the ways no other man can.

“Off,” you whisper into his mouth, fingernails plucking at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He breaks away from you for just an instant, grabbing his shirt behind his neck and ripping the fabric away from his heated skin. He does the same for you, tossing your tank top over your head so your tits can spill out in front of his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he says in quick reverence, leaning forward to lick one of your nipples into his mouth. His hands are rough, one gripping into your ribs and pushing you down into the couch cushions while the other kneads into the flesh of the breast in his mouth.

You moan and squeak at his actions, making room for him to settle between your spread legs. His weight is so heavy between your thighs. He feels like passion, like a promise.

“Have you been taking care of yourself?” he asks rather sternly, spit dripping from his lips as he moves from one breast to the other.

You flush hot; he can feel how your skin reacts to him.

“Wha…what do you mean?”

As his teeth delicately scrape against your nipple, he flashes his eyes up at you over the curve of your tits. You know exactly what he means.

“I…” you trail off, suddenly bashful even as you press your pussy closer to him, finding relief by rubbing your dampening folds against the hard ridge of his cock.

Kyojuro mumbles your name into your skin, “How do you make yourself cum?”

The question is genuine. He needs to know. He wants to know how to please you, he wants to know if you really do take care of yourself.

“Oh god,” you groan and throw your arm over your eyes, whimpering as he takes your tits in both hands and squeezes. “I…fuck, I have toys.”

“Do you? What kind?” He trails his mouth lower, relishing how your hips buck one last time, searching for his cock, as he moves himself down your body.

“I—” you suck in a deep breath as he hooks his fingers in your sopping little shorts, tugging the material down your thighs. “I h-have a vibrator, but mostly I j-just use a big dildo. I…I like to feel full.”

“I’ll make you feel full, darling. I promise.”

He spreads you open, one of your legs dangling off the couch and the other propped against the back cushion. Your pussy is already sloppy, slick and wet in anticipation of him. He shoves his golden head between your thighs, using his thumbs to spread apart your folds and just look at you. You’re perfect—such a perfect little step-sister indeed.

“It’s amazing how wet you are for me.” The praise makes you mewl, hips wiggling as one of your hands tangles in his long mane of hair. He can feel your temptation to tug him closer, nails pressing into his scalp.

But the sight of your plush thighs spread wide gives him such a tempting thought, one he can’t deny.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He pulls himself away from you, big shoulders rolling as he sits up onto his knees. He rubs his drooling, aching cock through his pants at the sight of you spread naked below him.

“But you were already right there,” you huff and sit up, shooting him that angry glare he loves so much.

“I know, I know,” he grins, “but I want your thighs smothering me. So, sit on me fully, yeah? No hovering.”

You nod in agreement as he sits on the floor, laying his head back and flat against the cushions, thick neck tilted back. You don’t hesitate to throw your leg across his pretty face, letting his lips ghost along your skin as you settle your hips above him. He locks his brawny arms around your legs, eager to bring your wet cunt to his mouth.

He groans in ecstasy as your weight presses down against him, your pussy sweet against his lips as he takes his time to flatten his tongue and draw one long, hot stripe through your folds.

Immediately his eyes flare open, catching your gaze from up above.

“Fuck you’re…tasty.”

His face feels too good smothered between the flesh of your thighs, lips and tongue hungry within your folds. Strong hands are careful not to bruise your skin, pulling your weight farther down onto his face until he’s drowning in you.

Your head hangs low as jolts of white-hot heat spread from where his mouth is working at you, playing with you, tongue painting long, broad strokes up and down your pussy. Your thighs begin to shake and he takes it as a sign of triumph, eagerly eating more and more. Your cunt is syrupy and hot, dripping down onto his tongue and his cheeks.

If he suffocated here and now, he’d die a happy man between your legs.

One of his hands falls to his lap, fisting at his dripping cock, red and angry and still begging for release against the blonde, downy hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum leaks from his flushed head, pooling into his skin and clothes as his cock bobs and twitches at the sounds of your moans. Quickly, he lifts his hips just enough to pull his cock free, hand wrapping around his throbbing skin to pump his shaft to the rhythm of his tongue inside of you.

“Oh, oh fuck,” you press your lips together, stomach pulling tight as his tongue thrusts up inside of you, “fuck, fuck, fuck that’s so good, Kyo,” it is all a messy whisper, just hot air blown into the dimly lit room.

Your hips jerk and roll from his ministrations, bursts of pleasure spreading over your nerves like hot, rippling webs beneath your skin. His tongue presses against your tight hole, gathering the mess of your slick onto his tongue and drinking like a man parched.

His tongue soothes over you, lapping slowly and pulling you away from the churning coil within your belly. He wants you to savor this, to beg for him, beg for your big brother to let you cum on his face.

“Please,” your voice is wavering as his lips move against your folds, “p-please, suck my clit, make me cum.”

His cock twitches with every plea.

You double over in pleasure as he heads your plea, nails scraping into the couch as you cling on for dear life. His tongue swirls over your clit quickly and with fervor, tight circles to make your vision go blurry. He’s always been proud of how well he eats pussy, and he’s never enjoyed one more than yours.

He squeezes the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming, letting his dick throb and pulse in anticipation of being inside your sweet cunt.

You’re getting closer to the edge with every curl of his tongue, the tip of it fast and hurried as he licks against your swollen clit. Kyojuro feels as if he is on fire and drowning all at the same time, lungs struggling to take in just enough air to keep himself above the surface of bliss.

The noises he makes are suppressed, being soaked up by your cunt. The vibrations from his mouth only add to your building delight, making your hips become more desperate. Continuous moans of your own spill down over your bodies, whimpers and a line of “please, please, please.”

He purrs into your flesh, “Who do you want to make you cum, darling? Say my name.”

Kyojuro can feel you sinking, each purposeful lick against your pussy sending you deeper and deeper into a pleasant abyss. His tongue is far too skilled; he knows exactly how to lap and kiss at you to keep your body shaking and wanting, all his attention centered around the tight bundle of nerves that has your belly tightening over and over again.

“Kyo–Kyojuro!” you all but scream, thighs pressing in closer to his head, his long hair sticking to the sweat of your skin.

“You can do better.”

The look on your face above him is priceless, nearly fucked out already and all you’ve had of him is his tongue.

“Fuck!” You squeeze your eyes closed as pleasure overtakes you, now riding his face as you chase your high. “Oh, oh Kyo, please, big brother please.”

Your orgasm spills onto his cheeks as you find your release, ecstasy blooming from where his mouth is still relentlessly licking between your folds. Your walls clench and unclench, looking for the fat cock that should be filling your needy cunt. Your sanity momentarily slips away, mind and body overwhelmed with the feeling of him, of your fucking step-brother between your thighs.

Then, you fall, chest pressing into the couch and hips lifting so you don’t actually crush Kyojuro’s pretty face beneath you.

Kyojuro laughs triumphantly as he slips from between your legs, wrapping you in his arms so you can cling to him in your post-orgasmic high. He pulls you back into his lap, grunting as your messy cunt brushes against his still aching cock.

“You’re so good,” he kisses your forehead, hand petting over your hair as you bury your face into his neck, “you’re such a good girl, you know that?”

He keeps you engulfed in his brawn as you whimper, naked chest pressed against his.

When you pull back to look at him, your eyes are blazing, full of passion that mimics his own.

“I need you inside me, Kyo,” you whisper, pulling his lips down to yours for a sloppy kiss. You moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth, nails gripping into his muscles.

“Your wish is my command!” He beams with pride as he stands, throwing your naked body over his shoulder as he kicks off the rest of his pants and marches for your bedroom.

“Kyo!” You cough at his broad shoulder pressing into your stomach. “We could’ve just fucked on the couch.”

“Absolutely not!” He slams open your bedroom door with perhaps too much enthusiasm, the doorknob wailing against the wall. “Not when there’s a perfectly good bed to take you in.”

With his unparalleled strength, he easily manhandles you onto the bed, flipping you onto your hands and knees.

There’s no pause, no moment to breathe. Kyojuro is fast and sure with his movements, pulling you back by your hips and sinking you down onto his thick cock.

It’s hard for him not to just slam into you, his need for you seeping out of every pore and tensing every muscle. But he refrains, using you slowly, letting you sink back inch by inch on his throbbing cock.

The sound you make is divine, one of pure relief and satisfaction of finally being stuffed full. Your cunt sucks him in tightly, a wet vice clenching against the pulsing veins of his cock.

He groans as he finally bottoms out inside of you, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your pussy spread around him. You’ve finally let him in, let him break down your barriers and open yourself up to him in the most vulnerable of ways.

There is a warm burn from the way he stretches your pussy, sending your eyes rolling back as you suck in a deep breath. He stays still. He keeps himself sheathed deep inside of you, letting you feel the thickness of his cock, the heaviness of his thighs against yours.

“Better than your toys?” he asks, hands sliding up your sides to toy with your dangling tits, plucking at your puffy nipples.

“So much better, Kyo. You feel so fucking good.”

He cants his hips gently, pulling out just a bit before bullying back inside your depths.

“Yeah? You like feeling full with my cock inside you?”

Your head nods against the pillows, your hips wiggling back for more.

Kyojuro leans over your back as he grinds into your gummy core, kissing your shoulder blades and rocking against you. The need to protect, to provide, swells in his chest as you mewl for him.

“Gonna make you feel so good, darling. Gonna take such good care of you, promise.”

Flaming hair falls into his face as he pulls back, hands anchoring to your hips. His appetite for you is raging hotter than any fire he has ever conjured in his soul; he is bewitched, the sinful arch of your back imploring him to go deeper, to forget any inhibitions and become enraptured by your body. But still yet, he wants to savor you, to etch the vision before him into his memory, to play the sweet professions your lips spoke earlier on repeat. Oh, big brother, please.

The mattress dips under his heavy weight, causing your knees to spread farther into the divots created by his wake. A strong hand steadies you, thumb petting over your backside with care. He begins a steady pace, eyes gleaming as he watches your ass cheeks bounce against the slap of his skin against yours.

Heavy balls smack against your clit, making your body twitch with little shocks of bliss with every thrust.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, “you feel so good wrapped around my cock. So fucking tight, all for me, right?”

“For you,” you choke out between plunges of his cock. “All for you, big brother.”

He knows you’re saying it just to turn him on—before tonight, you hardly ever called him brother, but now you’re far closer than two step-siblings ever should be. That thought makes him ache, heart pooling with pride.

He’s the best big brother, he can give you more happiness than anyone else.

One of his hands abandons your hip. His thick arm reaches forward and tangles in your hair, jerking your head back as he doubles down on his pace. Curses tumble out of your mouth now, free falling into the air and encouraging him to fuck you more recklessly. The fingers in your hair pull and tug gently, twisting and making you moan.

He’s rutting against you like you’re a bitch in heat, like the only thing that can bring you absolution is your step-brother’s cock. Your lust spills over into garbled moans of his name.

He pulls you up higher, leaning forward to capture your shoulder between his teeth. The bite is soft, just enough to mark you and make your body shiver from gentle pricks of pain. His body rocks against yours, over, and over, and over again. His cock rams so deep inside of you that he feels as if he’s fucking into your throat.

“You like getting fucked by big brother, yeah? Like how good I make you feel?” He growls into your neck, his hand on your hip still crushing you against him.

“Oh my god!” you cry out, hands flying to your breasts as you begin edging up the mountain of climax.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me in so tight, you gonna cum for me? Gonna cum just from my cock inside of you?”

His cock is unforgiving, plunging into you with reckless abandon as he keeps a tight pull on your hair. You feel so weak against him, so used by his massive body and hands, your cunt throbbing with every push of his cock, begging for release.

Every fresh plunge of his cock inside of you is wet, sloppy, squelching out into the darkness of your room.

Your bodies are passionate flames burning against each other, skin against skin and flesh into flesh. He’s mesmerized by you, how soft you are when you’re vulnerable, how your hands reach back for him and your nails scrape against his skin like you need him.

Kyojuro begins thrusting harder, more erratic than before. The lewd sound of your slick coating his cock gushes with every plunge. God, he feels so good, so full of passion above you, taking you like you truly belong to him, like he’s spoiling you rotten like every little sister deserves.

He lets go of your hair, your upper body falling back against the mattress. Your fingers twist in the sheets, your hips finding his rhythm and bouncing back against him with every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, Kyo, fuck don’t stop, please, wanna cum on your cock!” Your pleas are muffled by the pillows in your face.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers pressing against the delicate sides of your throat. You groan into the sheets at the feeling of his thick fingers pressing against your pulse. He can feel the power within his thighs as he slams into you, his cock buried so deep that he’s sure you will feel its ghost lingering within you for weeks to come.

Your sensitive clit aches from his balls barreling against you, your legs nearly crumpling from his weight behind you. He is wavering, coming close to the edge. His movements are slowing, finding that perfect pace to finally feel you come undone around him.

And then he finally feels it, the intoxicating suction of your cunt as you orgasm. The world stops for you as you scream his name over and over again, the milking compression of your pussy nearly enough to have him bursting his load inside of you. But he holds himself back, not ready to be done with you.

“You alright, darling?” He runs his fingers down your back tenderly, smiling as he feels the aftershocks of pleasure racing down your spine.

Your cunt flexes around him, clamping down like you’re sucking the last thread of orgasm into your body.

“God you’re so thick, Kyo. You h-have no idea how good you feel inside me, holy shit.”

He chuckles, slowly pulling his cock out of you, only to slam back in to hear you scream.

“Wanna watch your face as I fuck you,” he groans, pulling at your body and slipping out of you for only a moment before sliding back in again.

Your face is blissed out, lashes wet and lips swollen. He brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek as he begins a new pace, softer and deeper as he curls one of your legs against your chest.

“You still feel good? Cause you’re so fucking pretty like this, love watching you take my cock.”

He knows you’re a little too full, too fucked out to answer, cunt stuffed so snugly around his cock he can feel every drag of your inner muscles. Keen, multicolored eyes admire how your flesh parts for him, drags along his length, coats his heavy cock with fresh cream with every push.

He won’t last long like this. Not with you whimpering, your hands pulling at his hair, bringing him down to kiss you like the world will end if you don’t taste him right this second.

“You’re mine to take care of you, know that, right?” he mumbles against your wet lips as you nod in earnest.

“God,” you groan as he pushes in deep, “you can take care of me any time, please god, as long as you make me feel this fucking good.”

Kyjuro sits back and hooks both of your knees over his strong arms, practically folding you in half as your hips roll back on the bed to take the power of his thrusts.

“No more shutting the door on me, yeah? Big brother can have you whenever he wants.”

“Yes, promise, promise.”

“Good girl. Can I cum inside you, darling?”

For a moment you look fearful, like the realization has just slapped in the face that your step-brother is just moments away from creaming inside your tight cunt. But quickly your attitude shifts, your hands moving to the backs of your thighs to help keep yourself spread for him.

“Please, Kyo, fuck wanna you feel you cum inside me. It’s all I want.”

Your affirmation makes his chest burn, like the sun is getting ready to burst within him.

He has you. You’ll never be alone again, you’ll always have your big brother beside you, inside you.

He finds the perfect pace, the one that has your walls sucking him just right, the tip of his cock curving against the spongy spot inside you that feels so fucking good. Your tits are bouncing with every push of his hips, your head thrown back against the pillows and his name on your lips like a permanent stain.

You’ve been his heaven in hiding, haven’t you? So close but just out of reach. But now he has you, and he’s never letting go.

From this angle, he can see his length inside you, just barely. He can see his cockhead deep in your belly, bulging every time he plunges deep inside you. Fuck, he’s inside you, making your cunt his, pleasing you so well you can barely speak.

Something primal kicks in his chest, in his brain, and he lets out a final, long groan as he comes undone inside of you. Hot streams of cum fill your tight cunt, spurting down the sides of his cock where your pussy clings to him. His thick cock twitches and throbs at the sight. You moan into the sheets, back arching at feeling so fucking full, so satisfied to have his cum spilling out down your thighs.

After a few moments of shameless staring, he pulls out of you with a hefty sigh.

You whine as you finally get to release your own legs, body stiff from being curled against his.

He falls to the crumpled bed beside you, glorious arms stretching above his head as the swirls of lust finally dissipate. He can hear his own heart thumping in his chest, a steady pitter-patter of hot rain cooling inside of him.

“Mhm, you’ve made quite a mess, Kyo.”

But you don’t seem to mind it, looping one of your legs around his even as cum continues to drool against your skin, sinking into your sheets.

“This isn’t a one-time thing,” he states bluntly, blowing hair out of his face. “You’re far too tasty not to eat again.”

You giggle, leaning over to where you can kiss him lazily, taking the time to really taste him.

“I wouldn’t think so. Family is for life, I suppose.”

His ears burn as you call him family, that prideful, protective feeling welling in his chest again.

“Any time you want me to take care of you, you just call me, okay?”

“I promise, Kyo.”

And he was right. All pretty, lonely girls desire to be fucked until they lose their minds. Even you. You start to call him just about every day, let him walk you to class, even smile when he teases and praises you instead of glowering. You’re his now, his perfect little-step sister, his best kept secret.

Kyojuro couldn’t be prouder to be your big brother.

#rengoku smut #kyojuro smut #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #tw stepcest #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro rengoku x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer kyojuro #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #demon slayer #kyojuro #rengoku

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cosmiclion · 10 months

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Based on this self indulgent post I wrote the other day, about a Kuro AU feauturing 5 years old Ciel and a new demon dad who's doing his best. Suddenly this little scene popped into my mind, then I remembered my talented fren @grelleswife's Dadbastian fanfic The Wolf (link here!) so I guess that, even though it's not exactly the same setting, I must have gotten subconsciously inspired by it 😅

During his days in the cult all little Ciel could do was try to survive the best way his young mind could think about, and when he had just been rescued by the demon he was weak and sickly, barely alive even, and then pretty much catatonic. Once the dust has settled, however, the realization that his family won't come back dawns on him, and he starts having nightmares about monsters with deformed faces that laugh while hurting him. Moreover, even though he's supposed to be back at his house the place doesn't feel too familiar. The first night the demon hears the child screaming and crying, they try to comfort him as best as they can with the scanty knowledge they have about comforting children. After a while they have an idea, based on the partially burned portrait they found from which they could make out the shape of the family pet.

(You ain't foolin' anyone trash demon, you're starting to care about the smol).

When Ciel wakes up the next morning, he's still surrounded by the borzoi's slender but fluffly body. He yawns and rubs his eyes, and then sits up and just stares at the creature that looks so much like his late pet. "Good morning, child." the voice coming from the dog says, without really expecting an answer, "Did you sleep well?" After a pause, the child that up until this point hadn't spoken at all utters a single word, albeit almost in a whisper. "Hm? I am afraid I could not hear that. Come again?" Ciel lifts a little hand, points a finger at the animal and raises his voice a bit. "Sebastian." "Ah. Well, yes, I guess you can call me that from now on, if you so wish." the demon answers with a small nod, and Ciel could swear he sees his snout twist into a faint smile. Sebastian then sleeps on Ciel's bed, in the form of the soft borzoi, every night until the child is a little older and can be alone at night.

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differenteagletragedy · 4 months

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this is my first time doing an ask kfjhg but i love your fics and h/cs so much!! they're so cute and well written and make me smile :)) anyway, i think it would be cool to see a pov from baxter for the swap au? maybe during/after the almost-kiss scene or the confession scene would be so adorablee!! only an idea, though! ^^

Here is Baxter's confession for reference! And here it is from his point of view :)

Baxter had a good life.

He'd landed his dream job straight out of college, mixing his knack for leadership and practical knowledge of formal events (not to mention his love of romance) to be a wedding planner. He had a beautiful home. He had friends and family -- found family, anyway, with your parents and sister that had essentially counted him as a fourth family member for most of his life.

Still, he wanted more. He wanted you.

He had for years. You were his first crush, his only crush, and that crush had steadily over time developed into something much, much deeper. He couldn't see himself with anyone else but you, and he'd never even wanted to try.

There had been a handful of moments that had made Baxter think you might feel the same way. There was that phase during adolescence when his usual affections, all the hugs and hand-holding and linked arms, had stopped being accepted so easily and started bringing out blushes that made his little heart swell with pride. And prom night was something he thought of a bit more frequently than your average 23-year-old -- it was a night full of dancing and stolen looks that finished off with him holding you close against him, hand cupping your cheek and going in for a kiss that was stopped prematurely when your mom had interrupted.

"I believe it is time for a confession, no?" Xavier had told him over drinks one evening. "Time to put it out in the open instead of wasting time on baseless fears that your feelings won't shared."

Baseless as they may be, Baxter was still scared -- terrified even -- of telling you how he felt. What if he'd been reading the signals wrong? What if your lingering hugs were just habit, the goosebumps he felt when he slipped your bare arm through his because of something other than just being close to him?

If he lost you ...

Xavier wasn't the first person who called him out on this, far from it. Even when you were 13, Cove had bluntly asked him why he wasn't dating you, it was obvious to him, he'd said, that you both liked each other.

After you started hanging out with Miranda in high school, then when Terry started coming around too, they'd teased the both of you about it. Even now, when the four of you went out whenever you found your way back in the area, Terry cackled when he called your hangouts "double dates."

Almost as far back as he could remember, Liz had teased him, asking him when he'd become an official member of the family. It seemed like everyone who knew you both were just waiting on you to finally get together, but even despite all that encouragement, it was something he felt like he just couldn't risk.

Then, the night of your mothers' anniversary party, something changed.

He couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly. Maybe it was having you right next to him again after a good few years of only seeing each other every few months. Maybe it was the night before, when you stayed with him at his apartment and let him cook dinner for you, a preview of the domestic bliss he longed for with you. Or maybe he'd just had enough of being scared.

After a lovely party full of family, friends and dancing, Baxter quickly came up with a plan of action

"I have a proposition," he told you. "Do you think after we leave here, you might indulge me just a little?"

"In what way?" you asked.

"It's a surprise," was all he'd give away.

You agreed, and when the party was over, he walked you to his car and drove you back home to Sunset Bird.

Ever since he was very small, even before he moved within walking distance of a beach, he'd been terrified of the ocean. It was so big and so dark, and growing up in his home, he already had the feeling that the world would someday, one way or another, swallow him up and destroy him. He wasn't going to throw himself right into the abyss of the sea with that weighing over his head.

So, Baxter thought on the drive, if he could get over that, if he could hold your hand and wade into that frightening water, then maybe he could do the same thing metaphorically.

He parked outside your parents' house, and you hadn't figured it out. Even when he walked you to the shore and started removing his clothes, you still didn't quite get it. But that was all right -- he'd been waiting over a decade for this moment, it could stretch out a bit.

"I want to go swimming," he told you after he'd stripped down to his underwear. "With you. Out there. That's the surprise."

He saw your eyes widen, and he smiled. When you started taking your clothes off too, his smile remained in place, though it was a bit darker this time. He'd seen you in your swimsuit countless times over the years, but being out here like this, in your underwear in the dim moonlight, it was different.

Trying to focus on the task at hand, he walked down to the water. He'd gone up to his knees plenty of times, but now he kept going. He did need to take your hand to steady his nerves, but he was too close to stop now.

Once the water got up to his chest, he let out a laugh, in disbelief that he managed to get this far. You encouraged him, just like you always did, but he had more to prove, so he let go of you and started swimming in earnest.

After a moment, he realized it: he was fine. He was facing his fear, and he was surviving. It was the most freeing feeling in the world, and he smiled so wide his cheeks ached, splashing around out there around you. He felt invincible.

Holding onto the feeling, he made his way closer to the shore so he could stand solidly again. When you were close enough, he moved his hands through the water, found your hips and grabbed on, pulling you close. Before he could think about it too much, he brought his lips to meet yours.

There was a moment of hesitation, or maybe surprise, but soon you wrapped yourself around him and kissed him back. He smiled against you, not breaking the kiss, and tried to press you even closer to him. When he needed a breath, he'd pull back just enough to move his kisses to your cheek, your neck, your shoulders that glistened under the moon ...

It was heaven.

When he needed a real break, he couldn't bring himself to let you go, instead choosing to rest his forehead against yours. His smile was still firmly in place.

"What was that for?" you asked quietly.

"For being you," he said easily. "For being my favorite person. For being patient with me even though I should have done that years ago."

He melted when you started playing with his hair, and he saw that you weren't pulling away either. You were there, not wanting to let go of him either. You wanted him the same way he wanted you. If he'd ever felt this blissful, he certainly couldn't remember it.

"Baxter?" you said, breaking the silence.

"Yes?"

"Ask me the question again."

He did pull back at that to examine your expression. "The question" was one you both knew all too well, it was one he'd asked over and over since he'd moved to Prism Vista City. He wanted you to live with him, always telling you that he'd gotten a place with a guest room specifically for you. But the way you posed that question now gave him pause. Despite how well the evening was going, he couldn't help but think that surely there was a limit to this kind of exquisite happiness.

But he was never one to turn you down, so he asked.

"Will you move in with me?"

He watched you grin at him, and then you took your turn to make the first move. You were kissing again, slower this time, more deliberate. There was almost a lifetime of wanting that he was trying to express, and with the way you held him, it seemed like you'd been wanting him for quite a while too.

"That's a yes," you told him when you pulled away. "Just in case it wasn't obvious."

Instead of beginning to discuss the move, the logistics, the timeline, any of that, even instead of going back to kissing you, he took a moment to take one more leap.

"I am so deeply, desperately in love with you," he said. "Is that all right?"

"That's perfect," you told him.

And you were right. It was.

#our life beginnings and always #our life #olba #baxter ward #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc #our life swap au #i have a new computer and the keyboard is stressing me out so if there are typos i'm sorry i did my best

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Currently reading “sticking together” and when Az brings up the clipping thing and says something about not exposing Zuzu to the possibility of that I could only imagine what if Zuzu did go and get her wings clipped? How would Az react? And then growing up to be the only illyrian female in the family to have clipped wings? How devastating that would be for Zuzu 😔

Just a really sad thought lol

Are you trying to hurt me?! Why….what did Zuzu do to deserve this? (I’ll indulge you but this is AU!Zuzu cuz idk if I can do that to my baby canonically)

Azriel would be fucking furious. First, he’d make sure that his little girl is safe. He’s staying with her throughout the entirety of the healers patching her up, holding her tightly to his chest while he lets her make a mess of his shirt with her tears. His hands shake as he runs them through her silky hair. He can’t coo soft words to her because he simply has no words and might not ever have any again. His little girl. Zuzu. The one who’s always begging to go out flying when he takes her older brothers, the one who tries to sneak after them as he walks his sons to training–

This time though. He doesn’t know how she managed to evade his shadows. You, who was still in the house fussing over the twins while Jax and Zuzu were playing stuffed animals in the living room. It had been easy to slide a chair over to the backdoor and climb up onto it to unlock the door. She knew how to put her boots on, she was old enough, no matter what Wren and Baz told her.

She couldn’t tie them though, and stumbled out into the powdery snow already trodden with her father and brothers footprints. By the time you’d made your way back to where Jax had started sobbing, a warning cry you’d later realized, she’d already been chasing after them.

Zuzu didn’t know her way around the camp, not really. She went to her training with the other little girls who laughed or shrunk away from her while her father watched over her. She was tough, probably the best in her class considering she has two older brothers and two cousins to wrestle with. But she wasn’t any match for the female who’d slipped out between the thicket of trees.

Zuzu yelped as the fingers curled around her arm, dragging her back. Another hand slapped over her mouth before she’d been able to cry, and she watched her brothers turn out of sight as she was dragged into the dense forest, fresh with snow.

It melted against her hot skin, seeping through her clothes. She had sharp nails, her brothers always complained about them. Even though the hiss she heard made her know that she’d cut skin, their hold didn’t break.

It must’ve been so scary for her, pinned to the ground as this female–wait. Zuzu has seen her before, at her trainings, patching up the little girls she’s had to fight to make a name for herself.

And he had been the one to find you both. First you, crying out the front door when you screamed loud enough to silence the entire camp. The pain in his chest made Azriel unable to breathe and the scream that tore through your body was also tearing through his. He grabbed his sons and winnowed to the house where you had made it as far as the bottom of the stairs, socks soaked with snow and sobs tearing through your mouth.

He’d tracked her easily but what he found would be engrained in him forever. The world seemed to still, even as his shadows tore from him and straight for the little girl bleeding in the snow. He noted the tears on her face, the clips in the females hands, the wetness of Zuzu’s clothing and the scent of her soil in the air. It clogged his throat, but the metallic tang of her blood choked him completely.

The female hadn’t lasted more than ten seconds after that.

Azriel watches everything the healers do to his daughter, shadows poised around their shoulders and ready to strike. It makes them nervous, keeping their eyes averted as they work. Each whimper of pain that leaves Zuzu’s mouth is another kill he’s going to make after this is done. There won’t be any of the camp left.

They’d called for Madja but the older healer wasn’t able to travel this far and Zuzu was much too delicate to winnow to Velaris so they were stuck with the healers. He’d threatened them both with his knife beneath their chins, matching pricks of blood itching their skin from the warning mark he’d given. “If you don’t save her wings, you will not live to see the moon rise.”

They worked diligently, but the firm set of the elder healers mouth told Azriel all he needed to know. He gripped his daughter closer.

Az rips the family from the mountains and no one’s been back since. They’ll train with them or with the Valkyries, he doesn’t care. The people in the mountains mean nothing to him anymore. And Rhys doesn’t send him back.

I think of course she’s going to be devastated, but somewhere down the line she accepts it. Her mother doesn’t even have wings at all, and look at how much she’s accomplished. Her Aunt Nesta doesn’t have wings. Neither do Amren or Mor. She’s surrounded by powerhouse females that don’t have the ability to fly either, and nothing stopped them. She becomes fond of Emerie because she knows first-hand what it’s like.

Her siblings and cousins have even created arial maneuvers that she can join in on, hands clasped as they swing her through the air so she can take down an attacker. She’ll have their back in any way that they can and she knows that they have hers too.

Azriel doesn’t stop looking for a way to heal her wings. Long nights, countless amounts of silver he gives for any information about this. He needs to do this, feels like his own wings are being ripped from his body every time he sees Zuzu watching her siblings soar through the air like she used to do.

Some day, when she’s older, she sternly tells him that she’s accepted it and he needs to or else.

And seeing how strong she is, how she’s not letting it hinder her in any way, shape, or form, makes him accept it as well.

#Zuzu Drabble #azsazz Zuzu #Zuzu angst #ask azsazz

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angeart · 3 months

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AU Masterpost [tags]

I think it's time. So I can keep track, and you guys know what's out there and how to search for it <3 I'll try to order AUs based on how much there is to them. Some AUs will only have a single thought/art underneath their tag, but there might be more added to them in the future, and if you're curious about anything, you can always ask. (I'm very easily convinced to drop rambles, as has been proven in the past—)

Help Me To Breathe [hmtb]

my main multi-chapter story, set in s8 boatem. deaths abruptly hurt on hermitcraft, and each respawn makes it worse. scar dies a lot by grian's hands, before grian even learns (the hard way) that things hurt now. welcome to a scarian angst hellhole where 3rd life flashbacks hit like bricks and guilt is mercilessly spilled everywhere <3

this fic is the epitome of it gets worse before it gets better. trust me.

cws: violence, ptsd, anxiety attacks, delusions, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suicidal ideation, suicide, temporary character death... please check tags on AO3 which i try very hard to keep updated

tags: #hmtb - an all-encompassing tag for fic updates, rambles, and art. (sometimes #hmtb art is also used in tandem, where relevant.)

fic: Help Me To Breathe on AO3

Hunted hybrids [hhau]

hermitcraft s8 got code-attacked and all the hermits got scattered into different worlds, lost and stuck in unfamiliar places, not knowing if their home still exists. the au follows scar and grian who ended up in the same world (although originally unaware)—a world dangerous and hostile to hybrids. grian is an avian, scar is a vex, and they're hunted relentlessly. also, it's permadeath <3

this au is self-indulgently used in RP and co-owned by linkito

cws: violence, blood, dehumanisation of hybrids, self harm (feather plucking), mentions of suicidal ideation

tags: #hhau

this one got out of hand so >> hhau masterpost <<

Boatem circus

scar, a sea-lion hybrid, builds a circus as a safe haven for all the hybrids and misfits that have nowhere to belong and need a place to heal. they all carry their own traumas and wounds, and scar gives them what they never had: gentleness and options and freedom to roam or leave. but it's not easy, navigating a growing community of varying triggers and buried pasts.

au put together with stiffyck

cws: ptsd, panic attacks, fear of fire, loss and grief, mentions of captivity/torture/abuse

tags: #boatem circus au

fics: don't be afraid, little bird (there are no cages around you now); elegy

[AO3 series link]

Sleep demon Grian

grian is a sleep demon, existing in the dreamscape, able to manipulate dreams and thriving on giving people nightmares. he meets scar in a dream, immediately intrigued and amused by his reactions, and he keeps coming back to him. scar, despite all the nightmares being thrown at him, catches a glimpse of his perpetrator, and grows curious in turn. they start talking, everything eventually culminating into a ritual and a summonning circle. grian, in the waking world, needs to learn how to exist somewhere where he can get actually hurt, and come to terms with the fact that he has locked away memories and trauma.

cws: injuries, fear, panic, nightmares(?), trauma, violence, memory repression

tags: #sleep demon grian au

au rambles: here

fics: the nightmare snippet; even if it hurts (and even if it isn't a dream) you can have a home here

Cursed forest

found family boatem, where each of them carry their own heavy past and an attached curse. they thought they'd never find a place to settle that'd accept them and let them heal. but they found each other, deep in a hidden away forest, littered by bones and flowers, death and hope. (honestly, just see the au rambles.)

au put together with stiffyck

cws: animal death, necromancy, grief and guilt, body horror

tags: #cursed forest au

rambles: here

fics: even with death haunting your footsteps, your flowers will bloom again

Misguided Heroes

scar is secretly hotguy, a hero meant to protect the people. grian is a shopkeeper at barge, but with self-proclaimed king ren wreaking havoc on economy and making life of ordinary citizens so much harder, he decides to secretly play vigilante, cuteguy, and stage a one-man rebellion.

also, scar and grian are roommates.

au for rp with sima <3

cws: injuries, illusions messing with perception/reality, [to be determined]

tags: #misguided heroes au

Ari au

grian is ariana giande (ari), a famous singer beloved by the crowds. except things start getting a bit too out of hand. there are stalkers and people who think they have the right to ari's personal life, the right to see and dictate everything. the press gets out of hand. maybe the crowds get too rowdy. maybe—

more scared and overwhelmed by the second, grian gets a bodyguard. that bodyguard is scar. things continue to escalate though, and by the time ari calls a break in her career, everything's irreparably breaking down around grian.

(If it wasn't clear yet, this is one very dark, very heavy, very human story. There's love and so, so, so much despair. Things go wrong and then worse.)

au with Ben

cws: papparazzi hounding, stalkers, lack of privacy, blurring of self, drugging and [attempted] SA, self harm, overdose, medical trauma, restraints, seizures, ptsd, depression, suicidal stuff

tags: #ari au

Ghost Scar

grian is a paranormal investigator. scar is a ghost. they meet, they talk, and grian resolves to do his best to make scar feel less lonely.

cws: dead character??? he's a ghost dw he's fine-

tags: #ghost scar au

fics: you exist in silence (i'll help you make a sound)

Silly vampire Scar

scar is a vampire living in a mansion too big and too lonely for him. grian and mumbo are survivors in a world riddled with monsters, which they learn to hunt and kill. one night, they seek shelter in what seems to be an abandoned mansion—

cws: general vampire stuff, [to be determined]

tags: #vampire scar au

fics: [one day]

Cuteguy au

things do be angsty in this one. scar is hotguy, grian is his sidekick cutecuy. one day, things go wrong and a building explodes with scar still inside. the body is never found. hotguy is presumed dead. that is, until cuteguy comes face to face with a new villain that is oddly familiar—

idea loosely bounced off of stiffy's TOGH au

cws: blood, violence, delusions, brainwashing, grief, loss of identity, presumed major character's death (twice. wild. huh.)

tags: #cuteguy au

Papers please au

what it says on the tin. scar lives with his cat jellie in a cold, small, state-provided apartment and gets assigned a job as an immigration officer at a border checkpoint. he... isn't great at the job, but doesn't have a choice, and needs the money to keep them fed and healthy. grian is the head of resistance, because of course he is <3

cws: dystopian world, cold, hunger, sickness, potential pet death, injuries

tags: #papers please au

Spirit au

grian is an avian living freely in a patch of forest. that is, until he gets caught by people who think hybrids are on-par with working animals, and is shackled and hurt and trained, to serve. there is a looming war, and flight-capable carriers are very valued (but not much cared for). scar is a vex hybrid, coming from a settlement that's kinder to hybrids, who also gets captured. they meet in captivity, and things happen.

cws: hybrid slavery, hybrid dehumanisation, loss of freedom, abuse, warzone stuff

tags: #spirit au

DL rp au

grian and scar in double life, soulbound and with vague memories of previous life games. their soul connection transfers not only all the pain and injuries, but also emotions. and they both feel. a little too much. (they're a mess, but also in love, as they should be)

au for rp with sima <3

cws: they very sad; self destructive tendencies (sorry there's no self in this one, they are linked and there's always collateral-)

tags: #dl rp

Half sea town au

a town half-submerged into the sea. the upper half is reserved for humans, who are seen as better, richer, the posh and the nobility. the lower half, the submerged part, is slum-like, reserved for seafolk, seen as lesser. many seafolk learn to live on land, to improve their standing (not necessarily living situation; they do need water). mumbo lives amongst the nobility. scar lived his whole life in the sea. grian, even though he belongs to the seafolk, lives on land. mumbo's best friend, forever trying to be something he isn't.

a crackers collective au

cws: er.. class divide?, self worth issues, needs denial in a way?

tags: #half sea town au

The underwater au that somehow fails to have a name the first thing i ever posted on tumblr woo.

an underwater au set somewhere in the wide, deep sea. merfolks. mumbo is a prince, grian, jimmy, and joel are his guards. scar is a deep-sea fish, and tales say those are scary and horrendous and dangerous. (he's just a silly guy, pls)

stiffy/crackers collective au

cws: injuries, idk

tags: #mer au

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smaller aus/ideas:

last life scar: #post-ll scar's issues with touch

fixing double life scarian: #fixing dl au

puppeteer scar: #puppeteer scar au

cannibal scar/forest (the game) au: #forest au

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others' aus that i have yoinked and might have content for:

#grumbo apocalypse monster au - ben's au that i slinkered my way into <3 - ben's au masterpost here - grian is very much a (horror) creature :3

#space grian au - also belongs to ben. also burrowed my way in to this one. hehe. (ben none of your aus are now safe from me.)

#snifflins au - crackers group au, based on that one time jimmy and scar were piglinmynose, and joel and grian were sniffermyfeet - twisted into snifflers and piglin hybrids (snifflins!) in the aftermath, trying to get used to their new bodies and instincts and needs.

#desert alien scar au - belongs to stiffy

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+ a whole bunch of aus (some collective ones) that i haven't talked about on tumblr yet <3

(for example, the zombie whisperer scar/dancing zombies au - postapo, (mum)scarian, with one redscape-focused fic (written for stiffy): the blooms in a dead world)

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(if i missed any cws for any of the aus, please let me know!)

reinstating that if you're curious about anything, i don't bite! come ask!

[my AO3]

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Celina, I had the most random thought about a yandere rottmnt isekai au.

I was rewatching some rottmnt earlier and I noticed how I barely commented on anything, aside from a smile and a small chuckle here and there. It got me thinking…

What if m/c was like that? What if m/c never really commented at all aside from a few chuckles and small comments sprinkled throughout an episode? Maybe they are a bit of an introvert too? How would yandere rottmnt turtles react to this?

I think they would go insane trying to find any information at all about m/c, and at first it isn’t even because of their yandere-ness! They just want to know who the heck is watching them!

I think that they may try to do things to make m/c speak, but they wouldn’t outright reveal themselves as able to hear m/c (let’s be real here, if you found out an entity beyond your realm was watching you, would you instantly let them know you are aware of them or would you at least try to make sure they are safe first?).

Soon, m/c’s voice becomes… addicting. The boys constantly crave m/c’s voice and comments, doing anything to know more about them and just hear them again! This is amped up if m/c gives them small compliments here and there… especially with Donnie and Leo… (The turtles would probably develop the belief that the only reason they can hear m/c and no one else from m/c’s realm is because m/c belongs in their realm…)

Then they try to break into m/c’s realm…

Donnie would most likely be able to connect with the tech first with his nimpo, then he would hack into any device near m/c. Cameras, laptops, phones, everything! It isn’t long before the turtles learn more about m/c than they would’ve ever known beforehand, maybe even more than m/c themself…

It isn’t long before Donnie hacks into m/c’s phone and establishes a connection between the turtles and m/c’s devices…

Poor m/c would have no idea who these random people who sound-er, text?- a lot like their favorite characters from ROTTMNT. I doubt the turtles would give themselves away immediately, they would most likely bide their time and gain more information on m/c (This could also be translated into your sentient AI thing you have going on).

They would only reveal themselves in person, once the portal is ready and they can take what rightfully belongs in their world. M/c wouldn’t have the chance to run before they are dragged away, kicking, screaming, and crying, out of their own reality…

“Why are you fighting us, dear? Don’t you love us? Our reality is- No, stop fighting us- our reality is much better than this bitter and cold world, you won’t have to worry about anything ever again!”

(Bonus if Donnie hacks into m/c’s friends and families phones so Dr. Delicate Touch can have a few words with them…)

(I’m sorry, It’s almost midnight for me and I HAD to share this idea with someone :,/)

Me at 3 AM 3 hours later-

Someone send help I cried because of an angst story but now I'm dehydrated but I'm too scared to go get liquid bcs I'm pretty sure someone is on the couch and I'm far too paranoid for that shit-

Tw: Raph gets a little- too dependent on MC speaking, Mikey glorifies his position, mentions of manipulation + anxiety

First of all, delicious idea you got here- as always I'll just add a little tidbit.

Imagine occasionally they accidentally whisper or mumble when they hear you speak in the rare moments that you do. Like with me, I either talk to myself about somewhat off-topic things or just say the most basic compliments that are more or less for my self-indulgence in expressing my true feelings. (We'll go with compliment bcs that makes more sense in terms of yan development)

"Donnie is so skrunkly when he's feral I love it-"

*Donnie who was just having a typical "who's better" debate with Leo* "Oh won't you look at that...I'm loved even in times of undomesticated behaviours~" *he's very smug, and definitely is bouncing with joy internally*

I think for the most part Donnie, Leo, and Raph react pretty similarly. They kinda just have an odd pull to the weird ass voice they occasionally hear sometimes, wanting to find out more about it. So they can cling to it as emotional support.

But Mikey?

He is legit going to think he's some prophet of this mysterious voice which he believes is a superior being. Like even the smallest comment will literally make him whisper to himself- "Oh my divinity, I am a follower of your every word.." Wouldn't be surprised if he has heart eyes istg-

But if his bros say they can hear it too, he will literally be so pissed. He'll accuse they're lying and basically manipulating him into thinking he's not special. I wouldn't be surprised if he busts out Dr. Delicate Touch to start accusing them of any crime that fits with the situation. And in the end, he'll always conclude with "I'm the only one who gets to be the chosen one of my divinity~ so stop lying alright?"

Also there's one thing I want to point out with Raph, I feel he would get attached to the voice so bad over time that he either A. cannot make any rational decisions without it or B. he gets super anxious if he doesn't hear it in his head 24/7. I feel he would nickname it like, "my secret voice" or "my mind plushie".

Leo and Donnie definitely fight the most about the voice, but they also plan together the most when it comes to finding out more about the owner of the voice. But their intentions with each other are never mentioned.

(this was such a half-assed rant but surely it should be a little insight on my thoughts).

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #blurbs

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hi okay. dungeon meshi crazy b au. i think it was @tunkus who encouraged me to type this so. thank u. for indulging me. some of this is up in the air and some of this is subject to change but lets get into it.

major spoilers for the central conceit to dungeon meshi. the anime hasnt gotten there just yet! Have a kohaku to keep you occupied otherwise.

Kaname is the Lord of the dungeon. HiMERU at this point, is a shared pet name between Kaname and our Merumeru. They explore together, Merumeru worked as a canary for a while, and they publish wildly different papers under the same name. A while ago, Kaname got ensnared by the Winged Lion, so hes been ruling down there for a while and Himeru is slowly trying to lure him out and save him.

The original idea was to have Kaname be essentially a post dungeon Mithrun, with Himeru trying to find a solution, but I like the active role better. More Tojo brothers content.

Hiiro is our Falin, eaten and transformed in the dungeon. he and Kaname hang out. Kaname's new pet bird that wants to feed him. Another idea is to have him just be lost down there but i love. Chimiiro. Himeru resurrects Hiiro knowing that he'll most likely be transformed, but does it anyways to lure out Kaname.

Rinne is still a runaway prince, so that makes me hesitiate with the ending. I don't want Rinne to be forced into leadership, but we can see how it goes/if people have ideas for it lmao. Niki 100% still found a 17yr old Rinne on the street but due to being. a Gnome. They were closer to the same maturity (sad. sad) . Rinne and Niki come up with the Dungeon Food idea together, Rinne comes up with the plan to eat food, but it's Niki's experience and talent that make it work. They lost all their money gambling down there, as well. Himeru joins the group Post-Hiiro Incident, but he knew Kohaku beforehand, and help rescue him from his situation. (A living weapon created by the Suou family) Kohaku's reccomendation makes the deal better, as well as Himeru's willingness to leave the surface immediately.

I want it to be Rinhime focused, with both of them trying to figure out exactly what the other wants out of the dungeon. There's a huge bit I have in my head where Rinne mentions he's read Himeru's books and everyone assumes its the horrific bodice rippers Kaname writes, when no. Rinne reads Himeru's dry ass Plant Anatomy books.

The Canaries are a bigger factor earlier, as they were already on the way. Theyre headed by Madara (who knows Oremeru) and Mayoi is part of the group. Tatsumi may be as well but I haven't super thought of the guy.

IF YOU GOT THIS FAR..... THANKS..... ILY..... LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE STUFF OR IF YOU HAVE IDEAS..... BYE

#dunmeshi au #pax.txt #enstars #pax art #himeru #himeruposting #ensemble stars!!#ensemble stars #kaname tojo #hiiro amagi #those r the guys featured in images #rinne amagi #niki shiina #kohaku oukawa #rinhime #crazy b #madara n mayoi r mentioned #IF PEOPLE HAVE IDEAS.... PLEASE...#PLEASE SHARE WITH ME....

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Coquet, Part 10 | JJK

Coquet, Part 10

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; sexually explicit language; JK hair brush-up (if that's legitimate?); vulnerable confessions; heavy pining; angst (not super dramatic, though); discussion of relationship/commitment fears; alcohol consumption; tooth-rotting fluff; fingering; masturbation; OC and JK have such filthy mouths; the return of the devil suit; oral (F-receiving); clit play; nipple play; protected sex; dirty talk; praise kink; semi-clothed sex; riding; multiple orgasms; cuddling; bed-sharing; MORE tooth-rotting fluff in the end

Word count: 11,529K words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This is going to be another long one because it's the finale! First off, thank you to the best betas I could ask for: @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez. I appreciate every insight, comment, and suggestion that you've given in every draft. For swooning and thirsting over this Jungkook. It might be a while before I get over him, TBH. This fic wouldn't have been possible without your encouragement and constant words of affirmation while I agonized over storylines, suffered through several instances of writer's block. I love you both--most especially, you, @internetjunkdrawer. I have you to thank for one of the more significant quotes here--it was deep and I'm so happy that I saved it in my drafts somewhere and found a great spot for it 😅 Thank you for always saving me from my worst impulses 🤣 and keeping me in check.😘

To all of you who have stuck around 'til the end (or waiting to binge this), thank you for the reblogs, comments, asks--you've all given me life!!!💜

Lastly, for Queen Bey--for coming out with such a bomb album that pushed me to finish this. It's that Virgo energy!!! Everything just lined up...

And with that, I'll shut up and let you get right to it. It's wine o'clock!!!🍷

A week after your lunch with Jungkook, you both found the time to meet for dinner at the barbecue spot that you’d been texting him about.

You showed up 15 minutes earlier than the agreed-upon time. You were feeling more relaxed than the last time you saw each other. If anything, you were really excited about tonight.

You took a menu from the host and sat in the waiting area to peruse it–even though you’d practically memorized it from cover to cover when you reviewed it online, in the days leading up to this. You’d already made up your mind about which meats and sides you would get. You were only trying to distract yourself because you were fidgety.

Did you actually think you were more relaxed this time? That’s what you kept telling yourself.

The pitter-patter against the window had you looking out to find the rain pouring. You had the obsessive habit of checking the weather every morning to ensure that you were dressed appropriately.

Glancing down at your knee-high boots, you breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the menu.

You were so caught up with the surroundings, and in trying to distract yourself, you barely heard the door of the restaurant open.

‘’Hey.”

Your eyes flick up at a soaked Jungkook. He sounded out of breath like he had been making a futile attempt at running away from the rain. At least he had a jacket on, you thought.

“Oh no!” Your stomach knotted slightly in concern.

He stood by the entryway shaking the excess water off his hair before brushing it away from his face.

Your stomach was still knotted…but for a completely different reason this time.

“Shit, sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said wearily.

“Not at all. I got here early because I wasn’t sure how the parking situation would be.” You stood up to try to give him a hug but he quickly put his hands in front of him to stop you. “A-are you sure? I look like a wet dog,” he chuckled.

You wave him off. “It’s just water,” you say and hug him anyway.

“How’ve you been?” He asks after you pull away.

“Good. You?”

“Better now.” His response makes you smile involuntarily. “Uhm–shall we get a table? Maybe the grill can warm you up?”

He laughs while you check in with the hostess, who guides you to an open table. You quickly ask if you could borrow a couple of clean dish towels so that he could dry himself, to which the host agrees to bring it back around.

He gave you a puzzled look. “What? I didn’t want you to get sick,” you say casually.

“Thank you,” he said quietly while you smiled at each other.

******

“Oh shit, turns out we did order too much pork,” he grins embarrassingly while you laugh after the server drops your platters off: pork belly, garlic pork belly, spicy pork belly, miso pork belly, galbi, bulgogi, gyeranjjim, and an assortment of banchan.

“I mean…the server warned us that there was going to be a lot of food. You’re the one who sounded like you hadn’t eaten in days.”

“I had a long shift,” he said in between laughs. “Besides, between you and me, I think we can finish this.”

You scoffed at him. “Excuse me? What do you take me for?”

“Ah, c’mon. You’ve got a healthy appetite.” He’s seen you polish off a plate of bacon and eggs and enjoy a good dessert or two.

“I’m not saying that in a bad way because I think it’s great. It means you appreciate good food.” You smile while you watch him adjust the flame on your grill.

You both grab your tongs and start loading up the grill with slices of meat.

“Is this weird for you?”

Your eyebrows flick up at his question. “What is?”

“Being out here with me?” He clarifies.

“Why would you think it would be weird? Didn’t we plan on getting galbi anyway?” You say with slight amusement.

He snorts. “Yeah…but, that was before…you know…” he trailed off while he proceeded to put more slices of beef on the grill.

You and Jungkook hadn’t revisited any of the events that had occurred. That was all in the past anyway. You were turning a new leaf. Starting with a clean slate…and all of those other metaphors and idioms synonymous to a fresh start.

“Well…” You gave a thoughtful pause. “Are we any different now from who we were then?”

Now it was his turn to pause, the sound of sizzling meat filling the silence between you two.

“Aside from the location and current circumstances–we’re still the same people, right?” You ask him.

He gave a satisfied nod. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Okay so…there’s no reason for weirdness. We’re just–” You thought about what the most appropriate way to describe this outing was. “We’re spending time getting to know each other, right?”

Warmth bloomed within his chest. “Yeah, we are.”

You smiled back at him. He goes on to put some cooked slices on your plate, you mouth your thanks to him. You move the piping hot claypot containing the gyeranjjim towards you and away from him when you notice his elbow hovering a little too close to it.

“Hey–we’re supposed to split that,” he barks.

“Sheesh, relax! I just didn’t want you to get any second-degree burns!”

He chuckles. “I’m just kidding. I knew that. Thanks for looking out,” he says.

You took a sip of your non-alcoholic drink. “I wasn’t sure when you’d get another night off,” you say. Since your last lunch 'date’, you’ve texted and called each other–it was mostly casual but every now and then, they bordered on flirty.

“I didn’t think so, either. I usually work the day shift, then I’m off in the afternoon unless I get asked to stay a little longer or if I’m on-call. I’m sorry it took me a while to find a free evening.”

“No need for apologies. It’s your job. It can be unpredictable.” You smiled at him.

“How ‘bout you? How’s work?”

“Oh, you know. We’re gearing up for a second-quarter campaign so–it just means more stress and headaches that I care to discuss off-site,” you bemoaned, giving him a tight smile.

“Ah,” he twists his lips. “I won’t mention work again for the rest of this dinner,” he laughed.

You laughed in return. “Why don’t you talk to me about your work instead? Any interesting patients or cases recently?”

“Oh! Well, since you asked…” He goes on to talk about one of his cases, sparing you from any potentially gory details.

He’s enthusiastic and animated about it all. You listened intently, throwing in an occasional question or sympathetic comment, especially when he veers into the topic of which specialty he wanted to go into.

“I’m choosing between internal medicine or pathology. Mayumi said I should do both since I seem to have a knack for either one… or at least lean towards subspecialties that overlap,” he chuckled.

“It’s nice that your friend is really supportive.”

He lifts a shoulder. “She’s also worked her way up like me. She knows the struggle. At least her fiance’s been very supportive.”

“Sounds like he’s a keeper.”

“Yeah, they’ve been together a while. She’s trying to figure out how to plan a wedding around our residency.”

“That must be difficult…trying to balance a relationship and work?”

He stilled, his gaze, perceptive and assessing. “If they figured out a way to do it, I think that we can, too,” he says softly.

You feel a flutter within your chest. You weren’t even alluding to your relationship. You hadn’t brought it up in any of your recent communications since you were afraid that it might be too soon…and you didn’t want to seem ‘presumptuous.’ But it seems like he’d decided to open that door. “You think you’d be able to fit me in? With everything that you have going on?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know…being a doctor is challenging and I’m sure it takes up a lot of your time.”

“That’s true. But I’ve always thought that if you want something bad enough, you’ll find ways to achieve it and work even harder to hang on to it.”

He stared at you softly, filled with a sudden tenderness that made your throat tight. You absorbed his words, struggling to find the right response.

“I’m happy we’re doing this,” you say softly.

“Me, too,” he smiles.

******

It was quite the feat–several empty plates later. You already knew that you needed to run a few extra laps around your building to work all that food off.

By the end of dinner, you had to be slick about settling the bill since he got lunch last time. He was upset when he found out that you went behind his back. He looked so adorable with his little pout when he said that he was only joking when he told you to get the next meal.

“Sorry! You snooze, you lose,” you laughed while you walked out of the restaurant. He offers to walk you to your car. “At least it stopped raining,” you pointed out.

“Yeah.” He digs his hands into his pockets. “So–when can I see you again?”

You paused, mentally running through your calendar. You had a big campaign that you were gearing up for—the one that you refused to think about during dinner. You might have to put in extra hours for those…including some nights and weekends. Even though you’d rather spend that time with him, you had other commitments.

With a slight grimace, you answer, “Can I get back to you on that? It’s just…work has been a little hectic so I can’t tell off the top—“

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

“Sorry, I just—“

“What did I say about apologizing?”

Your lips curved into a smile. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m not making time for you.”

Truthfully, you were afraid of losing momentum. Last time, you both had full access to each other—but that was in a bubble. You weren’t in it now. And just as things were falling into place… real life had to get in the way.

“I feel like things were easier when we were back at the beach.”

He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Your comment was meant to be nostalgic. Both of you could get to each other with ease. You were more accessible.

You turn to face him right when you arrive at your parking spot.

You sighed briefly. “I just meant–that we didn’t have to contend with different schedules and work our plans around that.”

He nodded, understanding where you were coming from before he smiled winningly at you. “That’s the thrill of it, right? We get to miss each other more.”

You smiled, wrinkling your nose. “Well…when you put it that way.”

“So, we’ll just call each other and…figure something out?”

“I guess so,” you answer.

He shifts in his position and takes a step closer. “So…this is goodbye for now?”

“‘Goodbye’ sounds so final. Can we just settle for ‘goodnight’?”

You see a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Alright. Do I…get a ‘goodnight hug’?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him. “We hugged earlier so–that’s fine.”

He laughs. “I’m just checking!” He says innocently.

His arms wrapped carefully around your waist and you snuggle into his hold. “Well, this is a weird hug,” you point out.

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Well, yeah–because I wanted to get close enough to kiss you.”

You chuckle softly before he cups your face, tilting your head to the angle he wanted, and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that left you breathless and stars dancing in front of your eyes.

Pulling away, he took a couple steps backward. “Call me when you get home?”

You nod wordlessly, while you watch him walk away with that familiar confident, sexy stride that turns heads.

******

A week later, although he had work to keep him busy, he couldn’t help but fight the urge to bother YN about when they would see each other again.

They maintained communication but it was always ‘safe’ in a way where they kept it casual instead of obligating the other to set aside time in their day to make contact. She responded when she wasn’t in and out of meetings or conference calls. He texted back when he wasn’t making his rounds, completing patient post-op notes, or sleeping.

Jungkook felt miserable and useless. He missed her terribly. But he didn’t want to come on too strong for fear of scaring her off so he was treading lightly. Things are different now. They weren’t under contract or any time constraints. Relationships like these took time, just as Mayumi had told him and he had to accept that.

Feeling lost after one of his shifts, Jungkook sat in his car before driving home. He dials a number on his cell, hoping that the person would pick up on the other end.

“Hey…sorry to call you like this…No, no–I’m good. I just–needed someone to talk to. Would you mind if I stopped by?…Alright, cool, thanks. I should be there in 15 minutes…Great. See you soon.”

******

He parked his car in the lot at his destination and proceeded to walk up the front doors. Most of the lights were shut off and the ‘closed’ sign was turned over. He knocks loudly a couple of times until he grabs the attention of the person sitting by the bar with his laptop.

The man slid off the barstool to unlock the door and let him in.

“Jungkookie! Good to see you,” he smiled at him, giving him a quick hug.

“Sorry to just drop in like this, Jin-hyung.”

“Not at all. I was just looking through our end-of-week sales for the restaurant.” Jin gestures at an empty bar stool next to him, prompting Jungkook to take a seat.

“Want anything to drink?”

Jungkook declines. “I’m good, thanks, hyung. I’m driving and I still have work tomorrow.”

Jin laughed. “Alright, Dr. Jeon. I hear ya.” He took a sip of his red wine before getting down to business. “So–what can I do for you?”

Jungkook sighs heavily. “I have…this client. Ex-client now,” he quickly corrects.

Jin hummed, signaling that he was listening. He was no stranger to client stories. He was always there to offer a sympathetic ear. And even though Jungkook didn’t work for him anymore, his door was always open…especially for someone whom he considered as a younger brother.

“We had this…I don’t know…” He pursed his lips and made wide, slow gestures with his hands, trying to find the appropriate adjective for it, “…Intense chemistry while we were under contract. It started off very business-like and I tried to keep it that way but then…I started to like her…enough to pursue a relationship with her,” he finishes.

“Okay. Did you propose to see her outside of your arrangement?”

“Yes.”

“And did she turn you down?” It was sort of an unspoken rule that an escort should not date their client outside the arrangement. Developing feelings towards them or vice versa was also discouraged. Once there was a hint of emotional attachment, the arrangement had to be severed immediately. It was just bad for business.

But since Jungkook was decidedly moving away from the service permanently, he could very well do what he wanted, outside the confines of the contract.

He decides to spare Jin the whole pre-wedding drama since it’s pretty much irrelevant at this point. “Well, no. We’ve gone out a couple times.”

Sensing that Jungkook wasn’t telling him the full story, Jin tries to coax it out of him. “Now I know you didn’t drive all the way out here after working a 12-hour shift just to complain about a couple dates that you both agreed to.”

He exhales deeply and chews at his bottom lip to sort out his thoughts. “I want to see her again and—” Truthfully, after that kiss, he wanted to pull YN back into his car and drive back to his place, which was only a few blocks away.

“I don’t know if I’m trying too hard to control myself or…” he let out a frustrated sigh, unsure how to verbalize it. “I just don’t want to come off too eager.”

He cleared his throat before explaining further. “You once said that, when we’re with clients, you have to fawn over them…make them feel wanted—because it’s all about them. You want them to have the best experience.”

He chewed at this bottom lip when his thoughts shifted to YN. “I want to do all that for her. I want to cater to her…but…” he paused for a beat, “I don’t want her to think that I see her as another client. How can I let her know that?” When he finishes, he starts to have second thoughts about getting that drink.

He rubbed at his tired eyes and then looked at Jin. “I don’t know what it is, hyung. When I’m with her, it’s like, I have this compulsion to make her want me because that’s what I’m used to doing. I wanted to see her again but then she has work and…I don’t want to be a bother.”

Jin’s eyes shift, allowing for Jungkook’s words to sink in before he offers him any advice. “There’s nothing wrong with using a similar approach. It’s all about intent.” He refocuses his gaze on Jungkook. “What do you hope to achieve at the end of this? Do you want a big tip or do you want to be with her?”

“I want to be with her, of course,” Jungkook answers instantaneously.

“Okay, so show her that you want to be with her. Show her that you want her!”

Jungkook sighed. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, though. I want to do this right, hyung.”

Jin threw his head back and laughed heartily. “Oh man—you’ve got it bad, huh?”

He dips his head, smiling sheepishly.

“Tell me, what’s different about her? What made you decide that she was going to be your last?”

He lifted his head to answer Jin. “It was all a matter of timing, really,” giving him a small smile. “I was feeling exhausted from work and starting to question my decisions. My friend convinced me to take a break; take some time to figure things out. Then…YN’s request came in.”

Jin’s brows knitted. “I recall…because I thought that you had deactivated everything.”

Jungkook’s mouth narrowed into a thin line. “I did. Or…at least I thought I did. I switched phones and…I think something got messed up with the syncing or whatever.” He shrugged, thinking about the day that he finally checked his email and saw the notifications.

“When I got the notification, I even thought, ‘Wouldn’t this be funny if I used this as a test run for a real date?’” He smiled crookedly. “I just wanted to see what it was like since…it had been a while for me.”

Jin snorted. “You doknow that our app is for them to find us, not the other way around, right?”

Jungkook laughed. “I realize how ironic that is, hyung. I didn’t know how to put myself out there. So…when I responded to her, I thought I’d start off by giving her my real name. We had the standard talk and…we were in business.”

“And you took her money?” Jin asked incredulously.

“No!” Jungkook answers emphatically. “I never intended on taking it to begin with. I just wanted to make her think that…which was why I didn’t charge her the full price. I was going to return the whole thing anyway in the end,” he mumbles.

Jin arched a curious eyebrow at that, to which Jungkook nodded at his unspoken query. “I paid the commission out of my own pocket, hyung. I told you that the decision to terminate the date was mutual but…” His fingers started fidgeting, “…In reality, she actually terminated the date.”

As in their existing business code, if both parties agree to terminate the date, the app keeps a percentage of the booking as sort of an ‘inconvenience’ fee. However, if the client terminates the date due to unsatisfactory service, they are entitled to a full refund.

“But she wasn’t just a test run. What I didn’t expect was…feeling all of this. For her. I wasn’t sure at first but after the last time I saw her–I think I knew. And now, I’m starting to question everything that I do or say because I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Aish, Jungkookie,” Jin shook his head, chuckling. “I think you’ve lost your touch!”

“What? No!” Jungkook jerks his head back in disbelief, resenting Jin’s comment. Not to be cocky but at one point, he was the app’s top earner. “I may have been off for a few months but…I’ve done this for a few years! I hardly think that I’m going through this use-it-or-lose-it situation,” he argued.

Humor and teasing danced in Jin’s eyes. “Bro, you’ve been off for close to a year. That’s hardly a few months. And…I’m not making fun of you or anything. I knew that when you decided to give it up that you had gotten all that you could out of this gig. It doesn’t serve you anymore and I get that so–I was surprised when you told me that you wanted to go for it one last time. I figured, maybe you needed some closure since your last client before this…really affected you.”

When Jungkook got into the business, Jin made it clear to him that he wasn’t locked into any sort of employee contract. None of the other escorts were. As long as they were respectful to clients and turned in a small percentage of their earnings, they were free to come and go as they pleased.

Jin leaned backward, feet propped on the bar stool’s rungs.

“I’ve always said that our business is built on the client’s wish fulfillment.” His expression turns serious. “But…I’m sensing that you have your own wishes that you want fulfilled, too. And something is holding you back. What is it?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump and he pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to verbalize it. If he did, it would make it more real.

“Is it because you’re afraid of rejection?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted back to his hyung. Whatever instincts he had, he learned to hone them under Jin’s guidance. And right now, Jin was reading him like a book. Rejection was a rare feeling for Jungkook. Being an escort boosted his confidence–it helped him get through those first years of med school. And getting accepted into his first choice for his residency? That did wonders for his ego.

When it came to YN–it was a different ballgame. This wasn’t a controlled environment. There weren’t any set expectations and there were a lot of outside factors that could come into play.

“Ya! Come on! I thought I raised you to be more confident than this!” Jin jokingly scolds him.

Jungkook laughs, his nose crinkling.

“Okay, on a more serious note, I know that your situation with this woman has changed. But what have I always taught you whenever you have your first encounter with the client?”

Jungkook sighed as if repeating a mantra that he had carried with him through the years. “Ask them about the nature of their request, then be honest and explicit about what’s possible and what the escort’s limitations are.”

“Precisely. Tell me that doesn’t apply to your current problem.”

Jin took another sip of his wine and set his glass down on the bar’s surface. “If you want her, tell her and show her that you want her. There’s nothing wrong with that! The worst thing about this isn’t the fear of rejection–it’s not knowing. Ignorance isn’t always blissful.”

Although he’d already had half a bottle of wine at this point, he couldn’t be soberer while trying to get his point across. “And just like what we say in our business, if neither party isn’t forthright about what they want out of the experience, this won’t be a successful partnership. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair. It was a mix of exhaustion and a stark realization. He needed to get over his fear. It was that same feeling that he had before that first cut with a 10-blade. He just had to go for it.

“If you fulfill her needs, then–you get what you need, too.”

“What’s that, hyung?”

Jin gave him a knowing smile. “Her, of course.”

******

It’s been a few days since your last outing with Jungkook. You continued to call and text each other to check-in. Work has been a steady distraction and you were immensely grateful for it. You were afraid to admit that you were missing him a lot.

“So–no word on date number three yet?”

“His job is not a regular nine-to-five,” you tell Cristina. She furrows her brows as she distractedly sips on her glass of wine.

“Okay. Have either of you brought up the topic of dating exclusively?”

You clicked your teeth. “Honestlyyy…” you dragged out, “We haven’t exactly labeled it or said the exact words. But, based on all of our conversations, it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing anyone else.” You reach over the charcuterie board for some chocolate-covered almonds that she had just refilled since they were the first to go.

After some thought, her question began to worry you a little. “But do you think that’s bad? That we haven’t defined whatever this is?”

Cristina twisted her lips sideways and thought for a few seconds. “I don’t think so. You’ve only been out on a couple dates. As long as you’re telling him what you want, how you feel and he does the same–” she lifted a shoulder, “You shouldn’t worry about anything,” she mumbled while chewing on a cracker that had some brie on it.

She let out a sigh to offer another perspective, out of curiosity. “Do you ever think that he’s the type who gets everything he wants easily? I haven’t met the guy but I get the feeling that he’s used to bringing women to their knees. I mean, you guys did sleep together on what, the third or fourth day of your fake-date?”

Then she cleared her throat, suddenly remembering her own ‘boyfriend experience’. “Hmm…but then again, I suppose that’s relatively slow since my guy and I got down the first night.”

You grimaced. “I don’t want to think about it that way, Cris. So far, he hasn’t given me that impression. He’s talked about struggling through med school and even now, while he’s doing his residency. I mean…if he wanted things to just drop on his lap then he would have stuck to being an escort.”

You didn’t mean to come off defensive but you knew in your heart that Jungkook was different. He might have gotten things easily at some point in his life but based on what he’s told you before, there were also parts of his life that were far from easy.

She rested a hand on yours and gave you a compassionate look. “Babe, please don’t take my questions the wrong way. I love all this for you. Shit, I’m very happy that you’re finally putting yourself out there again after everything,” she sighed, “I love you and I’m only looking out for you.”

Cristina’s concerns were warranted. She’s seen through your post-Haru phase almost in its entirety. Although she was the last person to tell you what to do with your life, she would be the first to call ‘bullshit’ once she got a whiff of it.

You squeezed her hand in return. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate you. I’ll admit, I do feel a bit of pressure to keep things going but, I can’t control his schedule and I have my own life to keep up.”

In therapy, you’d learned to let go of things that were out of your control. It helped ease your anxiety on some days.

“I mean–if he’s not pressed, then you should just let the relationship grow naturally. You guys are vibing and communication seems to be steady so…”

You hummed.

“Do you like him?” She asks you outright.

“I do,” you answer softly. “I just think that my problem is, I have expectations. I can’t…help them.” You dismiss your thoughts and tilt your glass up to down the rest of your drink. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just rushing the process.”

You stare at the empty glass for a bit, wondering if you wanted to pour yourself another.

“Is it because you guys just fell so quickly for each other back when you were faking it that–it feels weird for you that you’re both taking it slow now that you’re back in the real world?”

“I’m not opposed to taking it slow. I mean, we kissed last time we saw each other.” You also couldn’t help but mentally kick yourself for not inviting him back to your place for a nightcap…or, at least to dry off the rest of his clothes. You sighed, finally grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another glass.

“Are you sure you weren’t just into the whole idea of him being an escort? You know–like a fetish?”

You almost choke on your drink, widening your eyes at her. “Oh my god, no! No, that’s not what it is,” you say vehemently. “Just like your guy, we also had some deep, personal conversations. Even though I brought him there as a ruse, those conversations were real to me. I’ve never…” you blinked slowly, “I’ve never really talked to anyone about my real dad. Not even Haru.”

Cristina winces at the sound of he-who-shall-not-be-named but she knew that opening up about your dad was a huge deal for you. Not to mention the years of therapy that got you to that point.

“He’s had an idea of my insecurities and…all of these other things that make me question myself.” You paused, trying to come to some sort of conclusion. ”Even though whatever this is isn’t quite defined, the way I feel about him is clear.”

She stared at you pensively while you awaited her response. “I think that you two should really sit down and talk this through. If you would like to get into a relationship with him, then I think that you should tell him just that–exactly what you’re telling me. That’s your language. You need words of affirmation. You need to hear it said out loud because it helps you move along.”

You move your glass in small, circular motions and absently watch the liquid swirl in it.

“Maybe his language is more action-based…or physical.” You thought back to when you and Jungkook were together. He was awfully touchy then and he was also happy to do things for you. You remembered how happy he was when you ordered coffee to be brought up to the room at one point.

“It sounds like you’re somewhat on the same page, though.”

With that, you take a huge gulp of wine. You never thought of it that way but it made sense. You had to make a move. Enough of this waiting around to find out.

******

After your talk with Cristina, you thought about how you’d give Jungkook that little nudge to hint that you were serious about him and wanted to take things further. Apart from texting back and forth about your days, you hadn’t really said anything explicitly indicating that you felt a little more what you were letting on on the surface.

You sighed and picked up your phone. You thought about his most recent message this afternoon. He mentioned that he was on-call tonight. Normally, if he was on-call and it was a relatively slow night, you would text back and forth or talk on the phone until you had to tell him that you had to sign off for the evening.

Since he hadn’t texted you since this afternoon, you figured it might have been a busy night.

As your finger hovered on the keypad, you thought about what you could say that meant a little more than, ‘how’s your night going?’ You started typing.

[You] (11:15PM): I miss you.

And you meant it. After sending, you sink into your covers in your sleep clothes. They weren’t your usual silky pajama set but it’s been your standby since getting back from your trip–a pair of boyshorts underneath an oversized t-shirt that didn’t belong to you. You happened to discover it mixed in with the rest of your laundry that you brought back.

It’s gone through a few washes since then but you could swear that traces of him still lingered in it. You shut off your nightlight and close your eyes. You weren’t expecting a response from him until the next morning.

******

And then your phone rings. You blindly feel for it on your nightstand and hold it up to check the caller ID. It was Jungkook. You barely register that it was just past 2AM.

“Hi,” you croaked out.

“Hey. Sorry I woke you.”

“It’s…alright,” you say drowsily. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. Tonight’s been crazy–and then I realized it was a full moon.”

You chuckled softly. “Are you done for the night?”

“Not yet but, I just finally got my break.”

“And you thought about giving me a call?”

He laughs softly on the other end. “Well…this might be surprising to you but I was actually thinking about you right before I saw your text.”

“Y-you were?”

“Yeah. I think about you a lot, you know.”

You smile languidly into the phone and stretch out on your bed. “Do you now?”

“Uh huh. I especially think a lot about that time you tied my tie.” His voice was lower now, raspier.

You stilled, gasping softly. “Uh huh…” you say in anticipation.

“And then…I bent you over that dresser. Remember that?”

You inhaled sharply. You were wide awake now. “Y-yes.”

He hummed in pleasure. “I’m not usually one for quickies but that’s always going to be at the top of my list.”

You bit your lip. “It was good,” you say. Before you continue, you vaguely remember that he was still at work but it sounded eerily quiet on the other end. “Where are you? In a supply closet or something?”

“In the on-call room,” he laughed. “It’s just me. I’m supposed to be sleeping but…I couldn’t get my mind off you.”

“So you decided to call me at two in the morning to tell me that you were thinking about the time that you bent me over a dresser?” Your tone was teasing.

“Well…it wasn’t just that.”

“Oh, did you have other thoughts?”

“I have plenty of thoughts…especially when it comes to you.”

The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. You involuntarily press your thighs together.

“Shall I tell you about some of them?”

“Mm hmm.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, please tell me.”

“I think about kissing your lips, my mouth moving down to your neck.”

You swallowed audibly. “…on your chest. Sucking on your tits.”

Your free hand moves of its own volition and slides down past your waistband to cup your mound.

“Dragging my lips down your stomach…Me spreading your legs and kissing your inner thighs.”

“Hmm.”

“Can you imagine feeling me there now?”

Your fingers slip between your moistening folds, rubbing while his words drip like honey on the other line. “Hmm…yes, but it’s not the same.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“You feel much better.”

“Mm…I’m sorry. I guess this will have to do for now, huh?”

“I’m not mad at it.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Mm…your head between my legs.”

“Yes…”

“And your tongue…slowly licking.” You stroke your clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. You hear soft, rustling sounds in the background but it doesn’t distract you.

He groaned softly. “I miss the way you taste.”

“Yeah?” You gasped out.

“Mm hmm… As much as I miss the way you feel. Always so wet for me.”

“Hmm yes…” you mewled as you dipped a finger into your cunt.

“Tell me how wet you are now?”

“Hmm…I’m soaked.”

“Shit. What I wouldn’t give just to get the fuck out here in my car and fly over to your place now.”

“But you can’t, though.” You pouted, knowing he’d get in trouble if he didn’t finish his shift.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I know.”

“Even then, you shouldn’t leave me hanging either.” Your fingers continued to rub circles on your clit.

His deep, sexy laugh made your skin tingle. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d lick every last drop off you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now. I wish you’d wrap your lips around my cock.”

The thought of his cock in you again sent another charge of electricity through your body. “Mm…I miss your cock. I loved it when it filled me.”

“That’s because you have a greedy cunt.”

Normally, you’d gasp when a man spoke so bluntly like that. Instead, it just made you wetter and hungrier for him.

“Hmm…I do but I know you love it when it milks you dry.”

At that point, you switch your phone to speaker mode and set it on the pillow, right by your ear. You pulled your sleep-shirt above your chest, the cold air making your nipples ache with need. You pinched and pulled on one with one hand while the other continued massaging wider, rhythmic circles on your clit.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t wait to be inside you again.” His breathing matched yours, heavy and stuttered. Every part of your body, tightening as you feel your orgasm cresting.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum,” you whisper harshly.

“That’s a good girl. I wanna hear you scream my name, baby…”

And just like that, your torso arches away from your mattress, cumming with a low, tortured cry, groaning his name while your walls pulsed from arousal.

He wasn’t far behind when you heard his muffled, drawn-out growls on the other line.

You listened to each other’s ragged breathing for a few seconds when he let out a chuckle. “Shit, give me a couple seconds.” You hear the distant rustling again. You figured he was scrambling to clean himself up before anyone walked in on him. You took the opportunity to wash up as well.

A minute later, he returns. “Sorry–I…don’t know what came over me.” It made you laugh. “Riiight,” you dragged out teasingly while you walked back towards your bed.

His husky laugh tickled your ears. “Uhm…listen, I know it’s super late, and in all seriousness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how things have been going between us. I know we haven’t synced up our schedules and I want to make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say gently while you sink into your bed.

He hummed. “Yeah, but—I really want this to work. So I’ve decided to make that time so we can see each other again.”

Your heart fluttered while you shifted under the sheets, your interest piqued at what he had planned.

“Have you been to L’Atelier?” He asks.

It was a swanky, modern French bistro in the city and was notoriously difficult to get reservations at.

“N-no, I have not.”

“Good. Because I’m taking you there this weekend,” he says simply. It wasn’t a question, he had just decided for you.

“Uhm—are you…sure? I thought you told me that you were scheduled to work this weekend?”

“Yes, but I found somebody who can cover me so I just traded with them,” he says casually as if it was a non-issue.

“So, whatever you have planned, clear them, because I’m taking you on a date. And a really good one, I might add,” he says confidently. “You could also say that it would feel like a trip down memory lane.”

Your jaw falls open slightly, your brain wanting to argue but you’re speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll pick you up at 6 from your place. Wear something nice, okay?”

“Uh…o-okay,” you stammered. This reminded you of when you first met on the plane, when he told you to take a seat, or when he silenced your protests by just uttering your name.

“Good. I can’t wait! Now, I think that orgasm will actually put me to sleep for a few minutes,” he laughs.

“Right, right. I’ll let you go then. Get some rest,” you say to him.

“Good night…or, should I say, good morning?”

You giggled. “Good night, Jungkook.” As you settle back under the covers, you smile contently as traces of whatever worries you had during your conversation with Cristina slowly fade.

******

You groaned, looking at the mirror and turning from one angle to another. He said to ‘dress nice.’ You didn’t have a shortage of nice clothing but Cristina, ever the enabler insisted that you go on a quick shopping trip.

She vetoed each one of your picks–too mumsy, old-fashioned, ‘Babe, you look like you’re taking him to church or something,’ she remarked at one point. ‘Unless your whole goal is to get him on his knees?’

You roll your eyes at the memory. After several fittings, this is what you ended up with–a sapphire-hued bandage dress with a split back at the hem, and lace paneling in front. It was practically lingerie trying to pass off as a dress.

At first, you told her that you didn’t want to come off looking too thirsty–even though let’s be honest, you were.

You text her a selfie once you had your hair and makeup part way done.

[Cris] (5:25PM): Sesssyyyy mama!!! I’d be shocked if he didn’t start begging at the door.

You had to hand it to her, she was pretty confident. Your phone buzzes again with a follow-up text from her.

[Cris] (5:26PM): Hell, I’d do you! 😛

You cackle at her last text before continuing to fuss with your hair and makeup.

At 5:30, on the dot, you hear a knock on your door. You took one last look–smoothed your hair and checked your teeth for any lipstick stains–there were none, thankfully. With an audible exhale, you walked to your front door to greet your date.

“Hey–” Your brain instantly comes to a screeching halt when you open the door.

There he was…dressed in that fucking devil suit. Standing there, all sexy and delicious like it was nobody’s business.

“Shi…wow. You look…mm,” he pursed his lips, raking you in from bottom to top. It was the same look he gave you the day of the bachelor and bachelorette party.

Flashes of your recent naughty phone call came to mind and you were pretty sure he had the same thoughts.

He stepped forward and leaned in to give you a lingering but surprisingly chaste kiss. You had to applaud his self-control because it was clearly a losing battle for you.

“Sorry, I forgot to give you a warning,” you murmured against his mouth. Your tone was teasing when you opened the door wider to invite him in. If he can rock a devil suit, so could you.

He jerked his head sideways quickly then chuckled. “I deserve that. Ready to go soon? I have us down for 6PM but with traffic and all, I’d rather get there early. We can always hang out by the lounge.”

“Sounds good. I just need to grab a couple things to put in my purse then we can go.”

“Sure.”

He looks around your living room while you scurry back into your bedroom to grab a couple of mints, your lipstick, and a compact.

When you walk back out, you find him staring at a few of the photos you had on your hallway table console. He turns when he hears your heels clacking on the floor as you approach him.

“You were a cute kid,” he smiled as he held up a frame of you, Taehyung, Jimin, and Mindi during one summer camping trip.

You smiled warmly. “Thanks. That’s one of my favorite memories.” You look longingly at the photo as well.

“Will you tell me all about it at some point?” He asks hopefully.

“Yeah, I’d be happy to,” you say to him endearingly. “Ready?” With a nod, you grab your jacket before you head downstairs to his car and drive down to the restaurant.

******

By the time you pulled up to L’Atelier, you saw that it had a healthy crowd out front. He slid out of the driver seat and handed his keys to the valet attendant and rounded the front of his car to open the door for you.

You mouthed your thanks and walked hand-in-hand up to check in with the host, who immediately recognized him.

“Is hyung here tonight? He just told me that he’d have a table set aside for me but I wanted to say ‘hi’ and thank him in person.”

“I think I saw him hanging out in the back office earlier this afternoon but I’ll ask a manager to check in,” the host replies. “May I have your phone number so that we can text you when your table is all set?”

Jungkook dictates his number to the host, who keys it into their tablet. “Thanks. We’ll be at the bar whenever the table is ready.”

“Thank you, sir. It shouldn’t take too long.”

With your hands still linked, he guides you toward the equally luxurious cocktail lounge. The walls were a mixture of dark wood and a dark, hunter-green, almost black wallpaper. The ceiling was covered in an ornate, metallic sort of material giving the space an industrial and hedonistic look and feel, which was only softened by the dainty, white floral print on the walls.

The back of the bar was lit with warm lighting, enhancing the different types of liquor that they carried. There was plush seating around the bar and against the walls. Their upholstery complemented the same lush green and dark, woodsy color palette.

The weekend crowd was lively and you were lucky to find some vacant seating right by the wall.

“Glass of rosé still good for you or do you want something else?” You smiled and nodded, “Rosé is fine,” you replied, somewhat surprised that he still remembered.

“Do you have a preference?” You shrugged, “La Crema, if they have it. Otherwise, I’m fine with whatever.” With a nod, he walks away and approaches the bar. He motions at the bartender to place your drink orders while you settle in.

As busy as the bar looked, the drinks came quickly. He was about to hand his credit card over but the bartender held up his hand. You could have sworn he mouthed ‘on the house.’ He must be really tight with the owner, you thought. Jungkook smiled, thanked him, and left a tip before he walked over to you.

When he hands you your glass, you hold it up to your nose and take a whiff. It smelled fruitier than what you were used to. He sidles up next to you on the couch before raising his glass to you, silently proposing a toast. You clink your glasses and take a sip. You let out a hum of appreciation and held up the glass against the light.

“The guy said it’s Château Miraval…in case you liked it.”

You chuckled. “I’m usually skeptical about celebrity-hawked alcohol but–I might actually order a case of this,” you say before taking another sip.

He beams, happy that you were pleased.

“You know you didn’t have to do all this,” you say after you both take a sip.

“I know. But I wanted to…for you.” He looked at you intently.

You sensed some hesitation on his part before he decided to switch gears. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I thought that taking our time would help build that trust again. I also didn’t want you to think that I was hovering or anything. I didn’t want you to get tired of me–which is the opposite of what I hoped to achieve.”

He shifted in his seat and set his glass down on the tabletop. He leans in to reach for your hand. “I like you. And I want to spend every free moment that I have with you if I could. I’m not saying it to scare you but that’s how I feel.” He paused, chewing at his bottom lip.

You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your lips pursed.

“I also understand that everyone operates at different speeds. So–however slow or whatever pace you want to take this, I’ll match it. I just didn’t want to go on without telling you how I felt.” He let out a soft sigh as if feeling some weight lifted off him.

You offered him a warm smile, squeezing his hand in return. “I really appreciate that, Jungkook. I want you to know that I’ve also been holding back because I also didn’t want to come off as a stage-five clinger,” you chuckled nervously.

“But—I’m not apprehensive about you. I don’t want you doubting my feelings for you either because–I like you, too,” you chuckled. “And I mean…really like you–which is why I was trying to be cautious.” You scoot in closer, closing the gap between you. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

He shook his head adamantly, brushing away wispy strands from your temple. “No, you wouldn’t.”

Your eyes flick downward for a moment and swallow hard before you make eye contact with him again. “What I feel for you is…so intense that it kind of scares me.”

Worry washed over his face. “Why would that scare you?”

After a beat of hesitation, you decided to come out with it. “Because it also means that it could hurt a lot more.” You whispered, worried at your admission.

His breath catches for a second before he pulls you tightly to his chest. You feel him sigh into your hair. “I would never.”

You pulled back, feeling slightly panicked. “I want you to know that it’s not because I’m comparing you to anybody. I know that you’re different,” you say in a rush. “But sometimes, I just can’t help it.”

You have lingering traces from the past. Even though Haru was long-gone and you were excited about a new relationship in your life, you didn’t want to jinx anything. Things were going well…too well, in fact. You were in a long-term relationship for a while, almost leading to a marriage before all that was ripped from underneath you.

Your experience with Jungkook was quick. The attraction was instantaneous. And although this was the complete opposite of the slow and steady buildup that you had with Haru a long time ago, the stakes were just as high.

Unfortunately, society equates the length of a relationship with the quality of it. Your fears were understandably warranted.

“I just want this to work so badly.”

“I do, too.” He says. “And believe it or not–I’m also scared–probably more than you,” he chuckled wryly. “I’ve been so used to going about dating one way that this is pretty much uncharted territory for me.”

For somebody who seemed to exude confidence and swagger, that came as a shock to you. You didn’t want to think of the other women he’s encountered. Otherwise, you’d fall into a rabbit hole and never find your way back. But you could feel his sincerity…it was the same, calming feeling that you had during your quiet talks at the beach.

“Remember what I said last time–about things being easier when we were back at the beach?”

He nodded softly, prompting you to continue.

You looked him in the eye to get your point across. “I want to make it clear that I didn’t mean that I preferred that experience or that version of you. You know, I see you in this suit and you’re talking about taking a trip down memory lane…”

Worry marred his beautiful face again. Had he made a terrible miscalculation? “I…just assumed maybe you wanted that guy instead.”

You shook your head gently. “I didn’t fall for this,” You gestured at his suit–even though he looked hot as fuck in it. “I fell for the guy who…said he was sensitive to smells; is a self-confessed dork; the one who calmed me down when I was anxious; the one whom I had all of those honest conversations with. I’m not some woman who needs their fantasy fulfilled. I just want you. The real you.”

“I’m real now,” he utters.

You smiled at him. “Can we just–be ‘us’ again? Just…chill and easygoing? I don’t need 'sexy, smoldering Jungkook'.” He threw his head back and laughed out loud while you tried to stifle your own laughs. “Listen–from this point on, can we just, I don’t know, speak freely? Say what we mean and mean what we say?”

He gave a cursory nod, then smiled broadly at you. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “So you think I’m sexy?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove on his chest while he laughed. Afterward, he lifts your hand, turns it over, and kisses your wrist.

“Okay, okay. But seriously–yes, from now on, we’ll be open to each other.”

Just then, his phone buzzes with a notification from the host, letting you know that your table was ready.

As soon as you take your seats, Jungkook’s eyes lift and he abruptly stands again to greet whoever was coming up behind you.

“Hyung,” he beamed. You turned in your seat and followed his gaze until it fell upon an equally attractive man, slightly taller than Jungkook. His hair was brushed back and had intense eyes that felt like they were undressing you with one look. He was also sporting a black suit, with a black, silk button-up shirt, sans tie.

Jungkook clasped hands with him and engaged in that standard backslapping and fist-bumping ritual of close male friends.

Your eyes shifted back and forth between the two men. Was this a devil suit face-off or what? Because…wow.

“Hyung, this is YN. YN, this is Jin.”

The man, whom you gather was the owner that Jungkook spoke of, turns to you.

You extended your hand and Jin brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “Very, very, lovely to meet you.” His voice sounded as silky as his shirt looked. “H-hi,” you managed, seemingly flustered. “Thank you for having us,” you said.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he replies, smiling at you while your hands were still clasped in his.

“Uh…hyung? Do you mind?” Jungkook bristles.

Jin laughed mischievously and released your hand. Jungkook cleared his throat. “Hyung’s been in the game a while so…he finds it hard to stop.”

Your eyes dart back to Jin, widening in realization. Your mouth falls open, stuttering. “Y-you mean–he’s–”

Jin shrugged his broad shoulders casually, answering your unfinished question. “I don’t go shouting it out from the rooftops, but yes,” he says, before flashing you that same look and smile that Jungkook greeted you with the first time that you met him.

You silently wonder if he knew Cristina’s guy…or if this was him.

Jin peels his eyes away from you and turns to Jungkook once more, switching from an intense stare to a more casual one. “Anyway, I wanted to stop by and say ‘hello,’ make sure that you’re getting quality service,” he grinned.

“It’s been great so far, hyung. Thanks for accommodating us.”

“Good. Well, I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I’ve got a couple of meetings–the work never stops, you know?” Jin smiled ruefully before turning to you again. “I hope I’ll get to see more of you?”

“I-I hope so?” You mutter shakily before he takes your hand again to place a soft kiss on it, goading Jungkook.

“Alright, bro,” Jin turned to Jungkook. “We should catch up again soon, yeah? Don’t be a stranger.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

When Jin was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook in curiosity. “You have got to fill me in on what that was all about,” you tell him completely wide-eyed.

He pursed his lips, giving you a look of mock innocence and an almost imperceptible smirk.

After your conversation, it felt as if a cloud had lifted off you. You fell into step with him, perhaps even more synchronically than before.

Just like before, you’d chipped away at each other’s walls, letting each other in again. There would still be some lingering questions, sure–but after your talk, there were considerably fewer.

******

After your date, he drops you off at home. There happened to be an open spot right by your front step—which was a shocker since street parking in your neighborhood was always shitty.

He rounded the corner and opened the door for you—just as he did at the restaurant. You stood on the curb, facing each other.

“Tonight was really fun,” you say to him.

“It was,” he agrees.

“Easily one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever been to,” you giggled. You were more into cheap eats and only went out to nice places at Cristina’s insistence…and only if she was buying. Otherwise, you’d typically order takeout or cooked at home.

“I can bring you to a fancier one on our next date?” He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you closer.

You cocked your head to the side and squinted one eye. “How ‘bout we mix it up for the next one?”

His brows rose. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking…dinner, at your place?”

“Mm—takeout?”

You laughed. “No, I’ll cook for you! I can bring all of the ingredients.”

His mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Alright…” He sounded doubtful and the look on his face didn’t help him either.

You gasped, slightly offended at his skepticism. “I’ll have you know that I am a good cook!”

“Oh, you are?” His hands now settle on either side of your hips.

“Yes. And I bake, too,” you say confidently. You tilted your chin up and linked your fingers behind his neck.

“Okay…” he says in that low purr that makes your toes curl.

“And I think I have a pretty good idea of what I’ll be making for you.”

“Can you give me a hint?” His face was closer now. You can feel his fingers flexing restlessly on your hips. The pressure and warmth of his touch so close to where you ached for him was a unique brand of torture you were all too happy to subject yourself to.

You bring your face closer, your noses touching. “Hmm…I don’t think so,” you whispered, teasing him in return.

“Will I be able to eat it off you?”

His lips brush yours and you feel his soft breaths against yours. Your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck.

You smirked through his mouth. “That’s the idea.” You nipped at his lower lip. Before you knew it, his mouth took yours. His tongue, tasting you in slow, deep licks.

When you pull away, your teeth sink into your lower lip. That familiar warmth was spreading quickly from your diaphragm, moving straight down between your thighs.

“Would you–” you paused as your heart started to race. “Would you like to come up?“

He stared at you wide-eyed. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of the right thing to say. “Are you...sure?” He asks slowly.

You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not ready for this night to end yet.”

You nervously anticipate his response. He chewed at his bottom lip–looking like he was trying to find reason within himself but surprises you instead. “Me neither,” he finally says after a long beat.

******

He was on you in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other on your ass, his mouth on you in a feverish, ravenous kiss. He wasted no time, tongue licking into your mouth.

You moaned and gripped his waist, pushing onto your toes to deepen the contact. He lifted you, urged your legs around his waist and moved towards the couch. The hem of your skirt hiking up past your thighs in the most indecent way.

He was hard and pressing against your core, urging you to grind into him. You were at the point of no return. The same position you put him in, that first night you slept together. When you held him at the precipice until he practically begged to fuck you.

“God, I want you so bad right now,” you moaned, your hands stroking down his chest.

He pulls away from you briefly, arching an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Show me.”

You were dizzy with lust at the sound of his challenge. The whole night was a lead-up to this moment. Taking his hand, you slid it between you two, lifting your hips slightly to guide it to your wet center.

“For me?”

You nodded and moved your panties to the side so he could have better access. He cupped your slick heat in his hand. His fingers parted you, stroking over your clit, before pushing two digits inside. You continued to grind your hips, aching to feel his cock sink into your tightness, knowing how amazing it would feel–and he craved the constriction.

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to pull him out. You cupped his hefty cock in your palm and stroked, making him groan and curse under his breath. He pauses his assault on your clit to retrieve a condom from his back pocket.

He hands it to you and after taking it, you rip the package with your teeth. Once he was sheathed, you reached back, yanking at the hem of your dress, attempting to pull it up further past your waist. You both giggle when you hear it rip at the seams, but you didn’t give a fuck. Lifting your hips, you hooked a finger under your thong and pulled it aside.

Hovering above him, you stared into his eyes and kissed him briefly. “I trust you,” you whispered to him. With a nod of his chin, you sank on your hips down his length. Your mouths fall open almost at the same time until he bottoms out. You sat still for a few seconds, relishing the feel of him stretching you.

Slowly, you rocked your hips forward, touching your lips to his at the same time until you were locked into a kiss again.

He broke the kiss to move his arm to arch your back. He quickly slides the straps off your dress, pulls the front down, and lifts your bare breast to his mouth. You moaned when you felt him teasing the hardened point with his tongue.

You surged forward, draping your arms over his shoulders.

Gripping your hips, he supported you, meeting each rhythmic movement of your hips, taking him deeper. You kept your eyes on him as they grew heavy. A rumbling sound filled the space between you.

You clung to the back of the seat and rolled your hips. You could feel him pressing against the deepest part of you. You cried out and ground into him, moving on instinct.

“Yes…yes…fuck…” You gasped, slamming your hips into his, pumping your hips up and down the rigid length of his cock.

Jungkook’s face was harsh with lust, brutally etched with his need. “I’m going to come so hard for you,” he promised darkly.

His head fell back against the seat, his chest heaving, harsh sounds of pleasure scraping from his throat. His hands released you, clenching into fists against the cushions. He let you fuck him the way you wanted to…the way you needed to.

Arching back, you came with a cry, your entire body shaking, your walls grasping, rippling along his cock. Your rhythm faltered, and your vision blackened. An endless moan poured out of you, the relief made your head spin.

Then, your perspective shifted and you were on your back, Jungkook rising over you. He quickly strips his shirt and bottoms off. In your post-orgasmic haze, you hear a distant sound of material ripping. Your thong never stood a chance.

He wraps his lips around your clit. He sucked and licked. You tensed up while completely surrendering to him.

“Oh my god,” you panted. “Your mouth…”

He spread you wide with his shoulders, tonguing you until you felt that familiar buildup within your core again. Your fingers pulled at his hair, goading him while you quivered around his tongue.

“Please…I need you inside,” you whined pathetically, completely lost in mindless pleasure.

He stops, lifting his head, and places wet kisses on your inner thighs before rising.

His arm hooked beneath your knee to lift it to his shoulder, pinning your other thigh down. He props a leg on the floor for leverage and slid himself back into you, thrusting hard again and again, sinking deep.

You writhed underneath him, the feel of him so good.

He kept you pinned, using you as you’d used him. Sweat beaded on his brows, his control out the door and replaced by the need to cum. His body pounded into you, driving his cock into your tender core. Your body quivered with the threat of another orgasm.

“Fuck yes…don’t stop,” you moaned, your nails digging into his flexed biceps.

He growled your name and started cumming, his teeth clenched, hips pressed tight against you. The feel of the rhythmic pulsing of him spilling into you makes your walls contract, setting off another orgasm.

“So good,” he groaned, rocking into the spasms of your core.

You strained together, grasping at each other.

He buried his face in your throat and collapsed on top of you. No other sound, except your ragged breaths, fill the room. Your fingers absentmindedly run through his hair.

Once your pulses steadied, he lifted himself off you. After he discards the condom, he sits down and gingerly pulls you upright, and settles you into the crook of his neck. He lets out a soft, contented sound when you snuggle in.

“That was good,” you tell him, playfully tapping at his chest.

A throaty laugh escapes him. “Thanks, I try.”

You pried yourself from under him and regard him intently.

“Are you still sure that you want to do this with me?”

“Absolutely,” he answers firmly.

“And you won’t regret anything?”

He shook his head and brushed his thumb gently on your brow. “I don’t regret any of the decisions I’ve made in the past. Because, if I hadn’t done all that, it wouldn’t have led me to you.”

Tears stung your eyes.

“As long as you’re okay accepting my past, my present, and everything else that comes with it.”

“I want all of you. And I won’t accept anything less.” You promised him.

“Good,” he says before he kisses your nose.

You convinced him to stay the night. You showered together, surprisingly managing to keep your hands to yourselves.

You got out first, dried off, and got dressed in your bedroom.

When steps out of the bathroom, he stills when sees what you had on.

“I-is that—mine?” He points to his shirt.

You stifle a guilty grin. “I mean…I thought you gave it to me?“

He scoffs. “I let you borrow it after you passed out on me that time.”

It was getting too difficult to keep a straight face while you tried to argue. “Sorry! I…didn’t think you’d miss it. Plus, it’s all worn out so—why would you still want it back?”

He laughs softly, relenting to you. “Fine. You look better in it anyway.”

You smiled triumphantly as you both got under the covers.

You snuggle up to him again, just as you did on the couch. His arm wrapped securely around you.

“By the way, since we’re being open and all—I have to tell you that…I’m not really much of a cuddler,” he says apologetically.

“Actually, neither am I. I get too hot when I sleep,” you admit.

His chest vibrates against your cheek while he laughs.

“But…if it’s okay with you, can you hold onto me just until I fall asleep?”

He sighed into your hair. “I’ll hold onto you for as long as you want me to.”

You lifted your head, looked up at him lovingly, and gave him a soft peck on his lips before you went back into your nook.

Before you drift off, he asks, “So—can I take you out for coffee tomorrow?”

You laughed. “Make it a full breakfast and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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I shared my (and my friend's ocs) that are related to PK SO-

This is A LOT and I'm kinda embarrassed but I'll fucking "cringe culture is dead" through life or so help me GOD

I like imagining backstories for characters and making cool little nonsensical and completely self-indulgent AUs

(Also for the few people subscribed to my patreon there's more stuff after what I've posted there, just scroll a bit down 👍)

F9r the record I also mangled mine and @demonicintegrity 's thoughts and ideas into one post so it's somewhat comprehensible but jsyk they contributed a lot

An AU where Adamas has her last clutch in her small form

As a refresher Amanita is White Lady's name and Ebur is Pale King's name. Adamas is Pale King's mother, though wyrms use dame and sire for their parents so that's what he calls her. I am yet to properly share Quercus but he's WL's father. Flower is my name for the Pure Vessel in this AU, Hallow is their birth name. Amaryllis is an oc, they're Flower's twin. Any other names that appear here are PK's siblings.

Also using they/it for Ebur and the rest of the family bc as wyrms they don't really have genders

Ebur and Amanita meeting while Ebur's family is travelling and Amanita still lives at the edge of her father's territory and her root system is connected with his but she's getting ready to leave hopefully in just one or two years when she's gathered enough strength and the spring's kind and abundant

Adamas' little group settles near her groove since it's brimming with life and there's not many people to get in the way or compete over resources with aside from the occasional traveller or two, and Amanita tolerates their presence for now, they give her something to do since her father is quite busy with his new seedlings now that she's grown and she doesn't have much company or things to do other than to listen to the occasional mortal passing by and watch the nature, so this small group of wyrms that's mostly composed of ones not much younger than her with all the hubris and boldness of young wyrms is the most interesting thing that's happened to her in a while

Some of them would probably push too far before Adamas had to smack them upside the head and reprimand them for ever thinking about taking over this territory, after all they're really on the larger territory of an ancient God, and even though Roots aren't known to be the most attentive of parents she still doesn't want to tempt fate and check if this one is the same by attacking his daughter

Either way, Amanita notices the younger wyrm isn't quite like the others and seems very intrigued by him

Although their first in face meeting wasn't the best, with her attacking him and managing to stab him in the ribs (you bet your ass Adamas chewed out his ass when he returned to their densite all bloody and holding his side), he kept returning to study her

Seems they both found each other intriguing

And eventually they get to talking, Ebur seemed excited to meet the first rootfolk in his life and actually to get to talk to her, he asks so many questions and she's amused with his curiosity, and eventually actually grows curious about the wyrms (and especially him) herself and asks him things in turn

They grow into unlikely friends though there's definitely more to it but neither is willing to acknowledge it yet

He often sneaks away from his family just to talk to her, and eventually they start sneaking into the more private parts of her groove with the excuse that they wouldn't want Ebur's family finding out they're friends, both of them just ignoring their glaringly obvious attraction to each other

One time Ebur brought her a kill he made and she hoped to GOD her blush wasn't noticeable (it was, not that he'd know because he was also avoiding eye contact to try and hide his own)

Ebur and the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic 💜

The group spends enough time around there for the two idiots to stop dancing around the subject and not only admit to their mutual attraction but to start to fall in love

Enough so that Ebur decides to stay when Adamas decides it's time to move on

At first she was about to talk sense into him about staying permanently in this place but he quickly corrected her

"No, no, it's not like that! I don't want to stay here permanently! I just..." He quieted down and looked away

"...You want to leave?"

"...mh..."

"Are you sure about this? Life as a lone wyrm isn't easy out there in the Wastelands, perhaps it'd be better if you stuck around until we find a suitable territory for you to stay at-"

"No, dame, I- I want to leave now. I think it's time. I love you all and I'll miss you, but...I just...I want to see what's out there for myself. Every year, every day, feels the same now; find some place, stay for a bit and hunt, move on. I- I can't live like this, it feels...suffocating."

"...You were always the curious kind, weren't you? I should have known this routine would bore you eventually," She sighed heavily and approached him, "I always knew this day would come, I just never expected it to be my youngest and smallest wyrmling that leaves the nest first..." She pulled him into a tight hug, "...Stay one last night with us, and if you're still sure about this after tomorrow's hunt I'll leave some supplies for you when we move on."

He smiled and hugged her back, "...Thank you..."

"Just promise me you'll be safe, okay?"

"You taught me well. I'll be alright, I promise."

He spends lots of time with his siblings and mother the next day, maybe Melpomene proposed she could come with since they were always the closest but he reassured her he wanted to be alone

The goodbye is very tearful, even Adamas cries and she's not the type to do that often

Ebur feels a little broken seeing them go, it feels weird being completely alone, strangely quiet too - he usually likes the quiet, but not this time. He goes to hunt to keep his mind off it then that evening he gathers his things and moves them to a densite way closer to his root's (his root, saying that makes him so giddy) and goes to share his kill with her

And that night, for the first time in their lives, he goes to sleep curled up around her amongst her roots. It does help him feel much better about having to say goodbye to his family

He spends the rest of the year in her groove with her - from summer to winter - before she's finally ready to move on next spring and he happily follows her to look for a new home for the both of them

Despite the new normal being hard to get used to at first he was still so unbelievably happy with her

And Quercus was considerably easier to hide their relationship from than his own family, considering they're on the outskirts of his territory and Ebur never saw him in person. As far as Quercus is concerned, Amanita just has a mild wyrm problem that she's handling well on her own

A few different things could happen from then on

Could either go canon compliant or pull out one of my fav moves, a cute domestic AU where they don't found Hallownest or do it later down the line after already having children and just live for a while as a happy family

And also the Drama Flavour where Ebur ends up pregnant despite them not trying to, they say fuck it and have them but he gets very sick and she brings him to her father for help, cue him being appalled that she's partners with a wyrm and her telling him to suck a dick and she'll take care of him herself, then they have the worst luck ever after finding a brand new territory and stumble onto Ebur's family, and Adamas has some very strong opinions about him being mates with a root (she doesn't even realise he's expecting otherwise it would have been. Worse). Fucking Romeo and Juliet up in here

For the last idea, I like the idea of Adamas questioning if that root can even provide for him or any possible clutches he might have in the future and he gets so pissed off he bristles, tells her to drop it and he's done with her attitude and to get the fuck off his territory. She bristles and calls him out on being so cocky as to tell her to get out

"If you're so confident then come on, defend your territory! Kick me out yourself!"

"Stop it-"

"Come on, boy! Show me you can actually protect yourself and yours! If you want me out them force me out!"

"I'm not going to fight you, mother!"

"...Tsk, you even talk like her."

"...Just...Just leave...please."

She circles him, "You should know words won't be enough to protect your territory from intruders, and that young root definitely doesn't have it in her to do it. You promised me you'll stay safe, so show me you can actually take care of yourself!"

Instead she gets violently thrown back by a white root after Amanita returns to check up on her hubby <3

Puts herself between them, ready to snap their necks with her roots if she has to

"He told you to leave, so leave. Or should I make you, you old bag?"

"Amanita-"

Of course, it was 25% him not being willing to fight his own mother and 75% him being sick and not willing to risk the pregnancy, but he's not gonna tell her that when she reacted so negatively about him being mates with a root (and his siblings def teased him before the situation got serious)

He's gonna be SO fucking depressed about this later though

But I also just like the idea of them finding the place that would later become Hallownest and founding the kingdom together

Ebur: Babe do you want me to beat up this old slug for you?

Amanita: Oh how romantic~

Unn:(live slug reaction)

Unn: Just take the damn territory and leave me alone, you brats

I also made an entire AU with Integrity where PK moves on with his family with a promise that he'll be back next spring for her, only to realise he's expecting. And I am obsessed with this version, it's cute and domestic (in a wyrm kind of way) and I am sucker for these things.

Ebur leaves with his family, promising to return to her next spring so they can leave together, but what he DIDN'T account for was him getting pregnant

So now he has to think up an idea to sneak away and keep his pregnancy hidden until he's back with her. Very hard to do with his mother around, an old wyrm with decades worth of clutches she's reared into adulthood by herself, she sussed him out embarrassingly quickly

Ebur, trying to sneak out: 💦💦💦

Adamas, like she’s scolding a teen: where are you going at this hour?

Ebur: …. A walk to clear my head?

Adamas: do you think that excuse worked with your siblings back then?

Ebur: … no

Adamas: do you think it’s gonna work now?

Ebur: ……… no

Ebur, quickly thinking of something else: ......hunting...

Adamas: Hunting?

Ebur: Hunting.

Adamas: At midnight? With your white, glowing ass? After we just ate?

Ebur: .........I'm hungry.

Adamas: Uh-huh

Ebur, bristling: Well! I'm a grown wyrm, I can do what I want!

Adamas: Oh can you now?

Ebur: 💦💦💦

Adamas: You're an adult but I'm still this group's leader, including yours

Ebur: Yes, dame. I'm sorry, dame

He does his best to mask his scent and keep his hormones and instincts under control, tries to sleep a little further from the group, is very careful on hunts and starts eating away from them when food aggression starts kicking his ass

One time Adamas finally approached him at meal time, throwing him her portion

"Here, eat up."

He looks at her, confused, "...I...what?"

"Just eat, kid."

He hesitantly takes it and leaves it near as he continues with his portion, "Don't you need to eat also?"

"Eh, I've eaten enough. Besides, I'm not the one who's eating for more than one right now."

"HRK-"

He looks at her, horrified, and she can't help but laugh

"What? You think I haven't noticed? Come on, you could fool your siblings with your excuses but I've had plenty of clutches of my own," She pats him on the shoulder, "Come on, eat up, kid. You need to put some meat on these bones."

He sighs heavily and goes back to eating, red in the face and a little awkward, unable to look her in the eyes as she's just observing him

"...If you copulated around the time of your first heat last spring-"

"HRNK?!"

"Oh, don't be like that, you're not a child anymore. Anyway, your due date should be in winter...not the ideal time to have a clutch, but we could make this work. You'll need to eat a lot if this kid is to have any chance of survival, though," She looked back st him, "...If you want to keep it, that is."

He goes quiet, his tail curling in close, "...I...y-yeah, I do..."

"...Alright, if that's what you want."

"You seem nervous."

"...How- how could I not be? I mean, all of this, it's...it's my first brood, and if they're due in winter..."

She scoots closer to him and wraps her tail around him, "Hey...you're not alone in this, okay? You have your siblings and I, we'll take care of you and your young. It's going to be alright." And she nuzzles him gently

Obviously they figure out the children are part root, but only some time after they're born

At least now Ebur has an excuse to return to her, saying she'd have valuable input on caring for them

That doesn't stop his siblings from teasing him about possibly wanting to see her again and being in love (they're right, but he's not about to admit it)

Also the moment he accidentally let's her name slip he's not gonna hear the end of it

Adama: So you want to return to the groove?

Ebur: Yes. I mean, she taught me a lot about rootfolk, but-

Io: Uh-huh, I bet she did. Close and perso-

Ebur, slapping him with his tail: ...Anyway. She told me a lot, but still, Amanita would kno-

Adustus: YOU KNOW HER NAME?!

Ossum: OHHH, LITTLE LOVERBOY IS ON FIRST NAME BASIS WITH THE ROOT~?

Ebur: You're killing me

God can you imagine what kind of pains in the ass these cunts were when Adamas and Ebur broke the news to them

Constant teasing and asking who it was

Ebur gets no rest

Adamas takes her little shits on a training hunt again

"Why do we need to train anyway? You've taught us how to hunt seasons ago."

"I did, but not with two members down. You need to practice now before your sibling stops being able to join us on hunts."

"...two...?"

"Yes, two. It'll be safer if somebody stays behind with Ebur when he's further along and carrying for his young, so I need to know we'll be able to provide for this family with two hunters down and more mouths to feed."

"...Can't I join your hunts anyway? You hunted by yourself while pregnant, didn't you?"

"I did, but I was also alone, I had no choice. You shouldn't have to choose between your children's safety and finding food. We live as a family for a reason, what would we be but animals if we don't take care of each other? I'm not letting you or your young live like lone nomads when you have us."

They also hunt more since Ebur needs more food, especially later down the line, and if anybody complains she's gonna cut that shit down SO fast

"I don't want to hear it! Ebur and the brood they're carrying are your kin, so start acting like it and have some damn respect. Do you think Ebur would be here complaining if the roles were reversed? Do you think they wouldn't care for you when you need it? We're a family, we take care of each other, in sickness and in health. Your sibling and his children need you. If that's a problem for you, you're free to leave and live as a nomad, but as long as you follow me and are a part of this family I don't want to hear any complaining, got it?"

"...yes, dame. I'm sorry."

"Instead of apologising to me make yourself useful. And treat your siblings kinder, one day you might be the one who needs their help so you better hope your words don't come back to bite you then."

Adamas is a strict parent but very much loves her family and it's so important to her that they take care of each other <3

She's a good mum, if a little bit hard on them at times

Melponeme, loafing in front of Ebur: ….

Ebur: …. What. Go away

Melp: im not touching you

Ebur: what do you want

Melp, loafing, staring: ……….

Ebur: ………………

Melp: you’re gettin fat

Ebur: no shit it’s almost like a have a litter growing inside me

Melp, reaching over to poke his stomach:

Ebur, batting: stop that!!!

Melp: how many do you think they’re gonna be?

Ebur: I dunno

Melp: probably like. A lot of you keep growing at this rate

(And then it's just two. Absolute menace <3 won't give him a break)

Ebur, growling:

Adamas: Dear, if you keep poking at a predator like that it's gonna strike

Melp: Nahhh, they're harmle-

Ebur, pouncing on her:

Melp: !!!

"Don't be too rough with your sibling, they're expecting."

"Oh come on! They started it! They can't keep holding the pregnancy thing over our head constantly!"

Ebur sitting there like >:3

“Well they’ve got a few more months and then it’s fair game”

"Oh, so you'd beat up a new parent and leave my children orphaned? How cruel"

"I'm not gonna kill you, you maniac?!"

Also once he's much further along he digs himself a separate den and slowly moves in there, it worries his siblings but Adamas assures them it's normal, wyrms prefer to be alone in the first few days before and after giving birth

"Are you sure they're okay? Can't they stay with us?"

"Pff, would you prefer to get growled at and possibly mauled every time you come into your den? They'll be fine, don't worry."

His siblings go out hunting and gathering more often after that and finally give him lots and lots of warm and soft bedding for his new den

"Since you'll sleep alone we thought you and the baby could use some warmer bedding."

And he can't help but smile and wag his tail

Wondering if wyrms would have a word for aunt/uncle and what would it be?? Obviously not auncle, since aunt and uncle aren't wyrm temrs

Currently they don't have any, anybody beyond your parents, siblings and young are just "kin"

Maybe they'd use cousin? (As in. Also use cousin, not a replacement for aunt/uncle. I realised I worded this weird)

Half of this is Ebur's siblings fretting over him and Adamas having to keep them straight and from freaking out KDBDJRB

“GET OUT OF MY DEEENNNN”

“Oh but we worry about our poor lil sibling!!”

“FUCK OOOFFF”

Gonna get hissy and pissy and Adamas will just shake her head and say she warned them

“Can we see the babies now— UAGH”

“-HISSSSS-“

Glaring at them from the entrance of his den before the babies even arrive

"You're so lucky I'm round and slow right now"

“Hehe spherical”

“Shut the fuck up”

Also been thinking about the delivery. This sounds weird,,

TW for childbirth, pregnancy, etc, and mention of near infant death

Anyway, his siblings would notice he stopped eating, only stays in his den, and would bring it up to Adamas

Her ear just twitches and she looks over at his den, "...Seems the little one will arrive any moment, then."

"Huh?"

"How can you tell?"

"I also stopped eating like two to three days before I had you or any of my previous litters. It's normal. Just give them some space, they're going to be especially irritable now."

Then one night one of them wakes up and immediately wakes the others, as Adamas isn't in the den. They peek out to look for her and find her just sitting nearby and staring at Ebur's den

"...Dame? Why aren't you in the nest?"

"Quiet down. Do you smell that?"

They pause to scent the air

"...blood?"

"...It's been a while," She gets up and dusts herself off, "I'll go check up on your sibling, you keep watch for me. Don't come too near, he's probably stressed as is."

She approaches his den and they see her quietly talking before she disappears inside. They keep watch as promised, though all of them are fidgety and uneasy, pacing and shifting around, trying to chat to pass the timd

After what feels like forever though one of them tells them to shut up for a moment and when they do they can hear very faint cries coming from the den

They wait with held breaths and eventually Adamas stalks out of the den holding bloodied bedding (to a group of nervous wyrms looking at her like 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁, almost makes her laugh)

"...so?"

"So what?"

"Dame, please-"

She snickers, "There's two."

They all seem excited, which makes her smile

"How are they?"

"Ebur is fine. One of the wyrmlings is strong, and the furstborn..." She trails off, swishing her tail, "They'll make it, if they survive this night."

The five visibly deflate at the news

"...Are they gonna...?"

"Only time will tell. Like I said, if they survive this night they should be okay. Don't repeat this to Ebur, though, they've had enough of hardships for one night," She turned to leave, "I'll go burry these sheets. You five, go hunt for your sibling and their young, they're going to need the strength. I'll look after them."

They hurry off, a hunt seems like a good opportunity to blow off some steam

When they return, Adamas shows them how to thinly mince the meat for the the newborns before she delivers the food to Ebur and his kids

That's pretty much the norm for the next few days, Adamas is the only one who he allows into the den so she updates the siblings on the situation and stays with him while they go hunting

The day after, after they made their hunt for the day and Adamas once again disappears into their sibling's den with the food, was probably the most stressful. The five waited for her for what seemed like eternity and immediately pounce on her for info like young wyrmlings the second she's out

"Won't you five calm your tails?! Your sibling and their young are fine."

"And the firstborn?"

"They're doing much better and seem strong. You can stop panicking."

Though they're less intense about this afterwards, everytime Adamas leaves the den she's met with five wyrms staring at her and eagerly awaiting any updates

"Do they have names yet?"

"Ebur said they did pick already, you'll learn them once you meet the younglings"

"UUUUGHHH"

"MAAAAN"

"Stop being dramatic, it's only a few more days"

The five also get an idea to make the twins little clothes so they can stay warm and cosy

They get to gift them to Ebur once they finally meet the little ones

One day, after nearly a week, Adamas leaves the den to see the five wyrms once again waiting on her and she sighs heavily before smiling

"Alright, who wants to meet the babies?"

And they all get SO excited, before she has to remind them to keep calm to not spook their sibling or his kids

They go into the den one by one, which is thankfully big enough for all of them, where Ebur is laying in the corner, curled up around two little sleepy boundless and purring to them

His siblings are just awe struck at the babies and coo to them, showering them and Ebur with so many compliments

"They look a little odd for wyrmlings though, don't they?"

Io proceeds to get very roughly jabbed in the side by Fossor

"Ow, what the hell?!"

"Don't be an ass. Obviously they're not full wyrms, idiot, they're going to look different."

Though none of them is yet to clock that they're half-root

They get the babies thick clothes so they can crawl outside the den (under incredibly strick supervision by all 7 of their family members) once they're big enough

"Ebur, quit grooming them! They won't combust into flames if they have a speck of dirt or snow on them!"

"Mrrrr"

Melpomene: So, how did you name them?

Ebur: The firstborn is Hallow and the second born is Amaryllis

Io: Hm, weird names for wyrms

Ebur: 💦💦💦

Fossor, readying to hit him again:

Hallow, crawling towards Io with intent to Bite:

Io: Ohhhh little lad on a mission, what will they do? Beware the big bad wyrm

Hallow: Grrrr

Io:*casually just rolls away*

Hallow, flopping down and looking at him offended before SCREAMING angrily to voice their displeasure at inability to bite and maim uncle: EEEAAAAAAAAA

Gonna crawl towards him with even more determination

Adustus: Snrk- Stop giving the poor kid a workout and let them bite you

Io: If they wanna bite me they should prove it by getting me the legitimate way

Adamas: that one has a strong set of lungs

Ebur: mhm

Ebur: ...Was I this loud at their age?

Adamas: Absolutely. The loudest

Ebur: .......oh

Adamas: yeah. oh. Little snot

Ebur: hey!

(Mean to him <3)

Just wait till they figure out the connection between Amaryllis and Amanita

Of course loverboy would name the baby after a flower LMAO

".....snrk"

"shut up. shut up. shut the fuck up. I dont wanna hear it. Shut your bitchass up."

Start teasing him that he is SO smitten and in love

None know just how right they are

He's gonna die or commit murder at this rate

Ebur being all "it's not like that, it's not like that" and then when he sees Amanita again they're all lovey dovey and cute

I think Adamas' group was in the groove for like 2 years so they did have time to develop a meaningful relationship, though it's still nothing compared to how they're gonna be in a few years KFBDJFH

Io: not like that my ass—

Ebur: Shut the fuck—

Amanita: :? Not like what my darling?

Adustus: he’s been swearing up and down it isn’t love and he hasn’t totally been courting you

Amanita, amused: aaaww my dear Ebur, so now you’re shy with your affections~?

Ebur, sputtering: Ami, please not in front of my family...

Ossum: AMI

Ebur: I BITE

Ossum: Yeah, I bet ~your Ami~ knows a thing or two about that, huh~?

Ebur: GRRRRR

Amanita, laughing a little: I haven’t heard you growl that loud since we first met my wyrm~!

Ossum: good gods y’all are nauseating

Adamas: Her wyrm, huh?

Ebur: NOT you too

Amanita, not helping as she nuzzles him: My wyrm~

She's having so much fun <3 He can't help but smile though

Ebur: You're...impossible, my darling

Amanita: 🥰

Adamas: So, how long have you been together?

Amanita: Officially? Only one year, but we've been courting for much longer than that~

Adamas: Oh, you're official hm? Ebur, you never told me you've found yourself a mate. Look at you growing up on me, my youngest wyrmling has a mate and children already

Ebur: My dame, please

Amanita: ....children?

Adamas: ... you didn't know?

Ebur: Hey i was suppose to surprise her with that dame!

Ebur: Plus, I only found out after I left, not like I could tell her I was-

Amanita, grabbing him: Darling, what's that about children?

Ebur: .... We have two my darling.

Amanita: We have children!?

Ebur: yes. Our...... time together has resulted in me becoming gravid. We have two healthy children

Amanita, shaking him: Show me!!

Ebur, laughing: Well, stop trying to give me whiplash and I will!

(They're so adorable it makes me sick <- Ebur's siblings probably)

Presents her with the two little guys with a big smile. Tells her their names and she kneels down to hold them both and nuzzle and give kisses and be so so emotionally happy about it

The rest of the family give them some privacy so they can have a proper reunion and Amanita can meet her children

She's so SO happy

Scoops all three of them up and nuzzles him, looks at them as if they're her whole world

"Oh, my darling, they're so beautiful, so perfect...I love them..." She whispers, her breath caught in her throat for a moment, "...I love you."

His heart skips a beat and he nuzzles in close and kisses her cheek, "I love you too..."

And the babies are gonna ruin the moment and squeaking in protest about being held <3

"ooohhh my little sprouts, I need to plant you in my den and watch you grow big and strong youre so precious~"

"wait like. Actually bury them??"

"A little yeah. They should be able to root I think"

"...hm!"

"...Unless they're more wyrm in that regard?"

"Well, they seemed to do just fine on meat, but there's no harm in trying other things. Maybe a combination will be best for them?"

"Oh dear..."

"Don't worry, my love, we'll figure it out together"

Theyre rowdy and like to run around and play

but for sleepy time they get to be buried in the dirt. Makes em giggle and keeps them warm

OH the convo between Adamas and his siblings in the meanwhile

Adustus: ...He's gonna leave, isn't he?

Adamas: Hm?

Adustus: I mean, with our group we can't stay anywhere for too long, especially in a small groove like this, we'd run out of prey. And a root wouldn't be able to keep up for long, they're stationary. And...I doubt he'd leave her, just look at them.

Adamas: ...He seems happy. It'd be good for the little ones to have both parents too.

Amanita, planting the babies for the first time:

Quercus, waking her up at ass o'clock after he sensed two new seedlings near her: 👀 👀 👀

Amanita: huh wh

Quercus: KIDS?? KIDS?? DO I HAVE GRANDKIDS PRINCESS???

Amanita: pfft. yes.

Amanita:

Amanita, internally: wait shit fuck

Quercus: oh hey that wyrm problem came back. Lemme drop by and see how my daughter is doing since im not busy

What a fucking reunion that would be huh

Adamas: I've heard you want to leave? Maybe you should come with us, then, it'd be easier for you

Amanita: Ah, but would you like to leave now? Because it's already almost the end of spring, I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to leave now, I might not survive winter if I'm not rooted down somewhere by autumn. We were planning to leave early next spring, if you'd like to live in my groove until then you're fully welcome to

Adamas: But what of your parent? Wouldn't they notice?

Amanita: It's alright, he didn't came by last time you were here for over two years, I'm sure it's fine now, he won't even notice 😊 (narrator voice he did notice)

"Hey sweetheart how are you.... doing...."

Amanita, with the family of wyrms just hanging out in her den: .......... Daaaadddddddd what a suuurrrppprriiissseee💦

Her just trying to cover up this fairly large family of wyrms

Adamas getting defensive when Quercus is questioning Amanita

Starts growling and pushes to the front of them

Quercus: Stay out of this, wyrm

Adamas: Like hell I am! I'm not letting you step all over my family or my daughter

Amanita: It's really not nece- daughter??? 🥺

Quercus: Daughter?!

Adamas: Yes, daughter, she's my child's partner so as much of a family to me as my own children!

Amanita's just trying so fucking hard not to get emotional and cry over this now

too bad Quercus is bristling at that

Amanita and Quercus are emotional over this but in completely opposite directions

Amanita has to get herself together to step between them before it ends in a fight

GOD. I AM SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS. AMANITA BEING ACCEPTED INTO HIS WYRM FANILY AFTER THEY SEE HOW MUCH SHE AND EBUR LOVE EACH OTHER 🥺 SO CUTE

She gets to root in and do some wyrm watching with her tubers

Amanita, to the kids: look how silly your father can be. Look, watch

Amanita, wiggling a root:

Ebur: 👁️👁️

His siblings watching him paw at the root

Adustus: ...Dude...

Fossor: Good fates he's domesticated

Adamas: …… oh how the mighty fall

She always knows how to embarrass him in front of his family 🥰

Zooming through her roots to play while Adamas wonders how he inherited such weird quirks

Adamas: I should have judged my mates better, what is this...

Ossum: hey they're the only one Like That

Melp: yeah we’re normal about things

Ebur: Snrk- Yeah, just wait till you find your own mates

Io: I think you're just weird, actually

Ebur: At least I have a mate and children, you lonely ass

Amanita delights in how silly the tubers are. Truly the most delightful thing

Ebur's family think it's funny how the twins have been dubbed the tubers since they came here

But hey, it fits

I bet Amanita sometimes just casually steals her wyrm away

Just picks him up with her roots like "I'll be taking that~"

They're so lovely dovey it's nauseating

Even Adamas teases him about her swooping him off his feet

And he can't keep the smile off his face when he talks about her or hide the blush when they tease him so he really can't hide it

Ebur and the tubers also sleep in her den, keep in her tangle of roots.

The others can set up a den as they please

He at first set up a den near her instead of with her but it was literally abandoned on night one

It's his den in spirit

The second his siblings realise its been abandoned and how fast he's getting teased AGAIN

“Shouldve just saved the time and effort and not done that altogether.”

“I didn’t ask you”

Adamas: No, I bet they tried really hard to use that den but really couldn't help themself be apart from her, didn't you?

Ebur: ...grrrr

Adamas: Snrk, seems I got it right

Amanita: you made a separate den from me???

Adamas: case n point

Ebur: Ooooh, God forbid I want to sleep with my partner! You insufferable twats

Adamas: You’re such a fucking sap

Amanita: Oh but they're my sap~ And I think it's so cute~

Gets a collective "Bleh" out of them

The two looking over their tubers playing with Ebur's siblings

Amanita: Oh, these kids are great, I love them so much

Ebur: Mhm

Amanita: We should have more~

Ebur, sputtering: Amanita!

Io: HEY WE HEARD THAT YOU FUCKING WEIRDOS

Amanita: what? You didn’t think I was going to want just one clutch did you love?

Ebur: w-what—

Amanita, curling around him: I have an urge for my seeds to spread my wyrm~

Io, gagging:

Fossor: What the hell, you two

Ebur: Not- not in front of my family, my love...

Io: literally traumatizing. What is wrong with them both

The rest is pretty much just VERY half assed future stuff and this is long enough as is 😐 So like. Yeah.

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