#also i can't pull off a short bob really but for a while i had a longer bob that was super cute

[ki-yomii]

hit the gym | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 1.5k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; hair pulling, mild dirty talk, established relationship, oral (m receiving), mild body worship?, teasing, hints of exhibitionism/voyeurism

➥ summary | stopping now would ruin all the fun.

➥ notes | yes it's true, i would give jungkook the sloppiest of toppies ✌️also greysweat pants iykyk. a random short one, hope you enjoy 🩶

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“Baby.”

Jungkook’s never looked so undone; his eyes hooded and hungry, his mouth raw and red-bitten. Wants so, so badly he’s practically vibrating with it.

And yet, he’s still holding back.

The sound of his knuckles popping as his hands clench into fists beside his hips echoes through the otherwise empty gym. It’s almost kind of precious how much he’s struggling against the urge to throw you back against the wall.

To take, take, take until you’re nothing but a trembling, soaked, thoroughly fucked mess.

You hum in response, digging your nails into the nape of his neck to feel the little shiver that zips down his spine. "What's got you so worried, huh?"

The fact he still has the restraint to resist railing you right then and there - even though he clearly wants to - is so intensely hot you almost choke on your own spit. When his eyes cut to yours, you almost moan at how intensely he stares.

“I just,” he trails off, hands flexing as he catalogs the darkened wall of windows, the entryway, the open space, "I don't think this is a good idea."

Right now, you're the only two in the gym.

While that could change, it's edging closer to midnight.

After several months of joining Jungkook for his exercises, you've found most people aren't as eager to hit the machines at all hours of the day like he is.

The likelihood of getting caught is significantly low which works perfectly for you because it's a high payoff with half the associated risk.

You pretend to think, "Mm, no. I think it's a great idea." Palms dancing over his tense shoulders, you tease your fingers along the loose neck of his t-shirt. "Don't you?"

Jungkook bites off a curse, his body rolling up into your touch. He works his jaw as his teeth tug on his lip piercings. You know he's just itching to drag you into a darkened corner.

"I-I... really, baby, can't we just - y'know? Why does it have to be here?"

No amount of half-hearted protests hides how hard Jungkook is. Deciding to wear grey sweatpants today works against him, the soft cotton slung low on his hips and clinging to the thick line of his fat cock.

You raise a brow, glancing down at where he's digging into your hip, "You were saying, Kook?"

A perverse spark of pleasure lights up your spine at the way his eyes slide away from yours, his throat bobbing when he swallows and shies away.

"Sh-shut up..."

Serves the tease right.

You've had to watch him work out, disheveled and sweat-slick for hours. Hear him grunt and whine from the strain of lifting heavy weights. It's only fair he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Anyway, the thought of being so exposed (without actually getting caught) is kind of exhilarating. Gets your blood pumping and arousal pulsing through your body. A pool of liquid heat blooming low in your belly.

After watching him struggle a little longer between what he wants, and what he thinks he should do, you make his decision for him.

Only as soon as your hand slips past the elastic waistband, your breath stutters in your chest. Where you expect to feel soft cotton, there are miles of smooth skin. With wide eyes, you trace along a hipbone before sliding the tips of your fingers down to brush through a trimmed thatch of pubic hair, stopping once you feel the silken base of his cock.

Jungkook's eyes flutter shut, a full body jolt rocking him into you as his mouth drops open in a guttural moan. Tendrils of arousal coil between your thighs, your pussy throbbing when your fingers close around his bare shaft and he throbs against your warm palm.

If you’d have known he decided to go commando, you’d have been on your knees within the first ten minutes.

Chewing on your lip, you give him a few slow pumps, tightening your grip on the upstroke. The heavy weight of his shaft glides through the circle of your fist with ease.

Your thighs clench.

“What were you saying again, Kook? Cause it looks to me like you worry too much.”

He hisses through his teeth, burrowing his face into his shoulder. The tips of his ears burn bright pink, a creeping blush sinking deep into the apples of his cheeks.

Without waiting for a response, you tug his sweats down as you sink to your knees. His flushed cock springs out, curving up towards his belly with a wet smack.

“Haah - don’t!”

You laugh - a breathless, eager sound - as your hands pet his tense thighs, watching as fat drops of pre-cum ooze down the swollen head, sticky strings clinging to dusky skin.

Fuck, you can't wait to get your tongue on him; to feel the weight of him in your mouth, the tang of his skin, and the taste of his cum as he fucks into the circle of your lips.

To hear the absolutely delicious groans of masculine pleasure that shoot straight to your clit.

“How can you say that when you’re so wet and ready for me?”

“That’s cheating,” Jungkook groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. He peeks down at you through the gaps in his fingers, gulping at how pretty you look on your knees with his cock in your hand. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

You hum, eyes sparking mischief as you dip down to brush a kiss along the strap of muscle above his hipbone. The smell of his bodywash surrounds you, tickling your nose. “Yeah, but you love it, don’t you?”

The sight of him looming over you, his hair a tussled mess and a starved glint to his coffee-dark eyes, is a visceral sucker punch that has your heart stuttering and your mouth watering. Wanting to sink your teeth in.

“You know I do,” he mumbles.

Brought to the very edge of control, left teetering; you wonder how much further you have to push until he breaks.

A blooming warmth hooks into your belly, spreads down to settle between your thighs. The crotch of your shorts is soaked through, every shift of fabric dragging along your sensitive folds. A whisper of friction that drives you insane.

“Mm, now are you ready, baby?”

Taking his silence for the acquiescence it is, you dip down and run your tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. His cock bobs, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling to the surface.

Watching him from beneath your lashes with a coy smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth, you clean him up with a kittenish lick. Following the trails of salty arousal with your tongue.

Jungkook grunts - choked-off, wounded sound that punches its way out his chest.

You hum, and slide your hands up over his thighs. Stopping when palms rest against his abs, your nails dig in, drag down. The muscles clench, red welts developing in the wake of your touch.

Satisfaction warms your blood, Jungkook’s next breath is a low hiss as he stutters, rocks forward before catching himself with a murmured curse, “S-Shit…”

His fist pounds against the wall - once, twice, three times. His jaw works fast as he scrambles to regain his slipping control. You know what buttons to push and with every careful caress, every calculated hint of rough, his body sparks to life.

He’s almost there, you can see it; all his savage edges creeping in, pressing against his skin. You can’t wait. It’s always so explosive between the two of you when he gives in, allows himself to truly whet his appetite.

He tangles his hand in your hair, digging a thumb into your bottom lip to watch as your mouth stretches around him. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

The grit of his voice, dark and full of hunger cuts through you. You moan around a mouthful of him, eyes fluttering shut as your veins fill with liquid fire. Your thighs rub together for relief from the ache in your pussy.

It’s so difficult to tease him because more often than not, you want nothing more than to pull off and hop on. To let him ride you hard. Put you away wet and thoroughly used. 

But you can’t, not yet.

Stopping now will spoil all the fun.

Trying to distract yourself, you suckle on the head, roll your lips, and flick your tongue over the spongy flesh. When you dip into the slit, he whines, “Ohh..my god, oh ffuuh..ck yes.”

Those broad shoulders hunch forward over your head like he took a kick to the chest, a full-bodied shiver wracking his frame. He yanks on your hair and you clench in response, the little tremors in his thighs stroking your ego as you pop him out of your mouth.

“Mm, I think I do,” you purr, rubbing your tender, spit-slick lips along the shaft. “Now let me show you what you do to me.”

[cxrsed-angel]

Bathroom Break (Jordan Li x Fem!reader smut)

rating: 18+

summary: Jordan is pissed off at their ranking and trying to win people over to improve it and decided the two of you need a break in the bathroom.

warnings: Smut, fingering, p in v (unprotected sex), semi-public, oral(Jordan receiving).

a/n: For pride I decided to edit and post this fic from when I was obsessed with Jordan Li from Gen V <3. (both of their forms are in the in fic and they/them pronouns are used.) Also so behind bc I just started the boys and im still on S1.

Jordan's hands grab your ass the second the two of you enter the bathroom. The music from the main event fades in the distance as you close the door behind you. They kiss your lips impatiently,  pushing you against the bathroom sink in Gala. You moan against their lips, and you grab their hair lightly, knowing you’re fucking up their straightened bob that took them forever to get to lay right. They move their hands, sliding them up the bottom of the black dress you wore to match their suit. You feel their hands travel further up your thigh but pull away a bit hesitant.

“Wait…wait. We’re in the bathroom. What if someone comes in?” You ask, holding them back a bit before looking cautiously at the door. 

Jordan pushes your dress up onto your hips, exposing your legs. They hold you up against the sink and spread your legs apart for them, giving them a clear view of your pink lace underwear. Your head goes back, biting your lip to suppress your moan as they slide two fingers along your wet and achy folds through your panties. Disregarding your previous concern about being caught, you try again. 

“Jordan! We-shit-we aren’t fucking in the bathroom of this gala thing that’s for your dead professor that died like 2 days ago. Don't you think thats a bit fucked up?” You look at them as they’re in their female form, their short black bob framing their face. They don't share the same concerned look, staring at you with one thing on their mind. 

Jordan sighs, shaking their head as they hold your waist, still looking at you, full of lust. Their fingers rub slowly along your pussy against the fabric. You relax against the sink, closing your eyes and biting back a moan.  

 “It's not for him. They were gonna have this anyway. It’s just so they get donations from rich people and for students to kiss asses to raise our ranks. I’m never getting above rank 5 at this rate, so I don’t really don't give a fuck anymore.”

You nod while listening to them, but you’re still not sure it’s a good idea. You knew this had been a hard and strange week for them, and you knew they took being ranked #5 hard.

“Okay, but what if someone walks in or hears or something.” 

They look at you unphased. Clearly, they didn’t give a shit about that either. They move their hand down your sides, and you cave, not caring either.  

You nod as they kiss down your neck, and you move some hair out of their face behind their eye in place with the rest of their bob. “Okay. But this is your college, not mine, so don’t blame me if you get expelled or something.”

Jordan smiles as they impatiently kiss you again, holding your face softly. You feel their cold rings on your cheeks as you kiss them back, closing your eyes and relaxing against their lips. You pull them closer to you, grabbing onto their black suit jacket.  

You open your eyes, seeing their dimples as they grin slightly into the kiss. The grin turns into a slight smirk as they move their fingers down against your underwear, pulling aside, slowly rubbing their fingers along your dripping cunt. You shiver from the sensation of their cold sliver rings touching your sensitive clit. You gasp, leaning back against the bathroom sink, gripping onto their wrist as they continue circling your clit. 

“Oh my god, shit Jordan, that feels so good.” You mutter under your breath but still loud enough for them to hear. They can't stop smiling as they look at your flushed face, enjoying how you melt against their touch. 

“Fuck baby, you’re already this wet. I’ve barely touched you.” They tease you, making fun of how fast they turned you on, but you had them feeling the same way. They feel their cunt starting to ache at the sight of you coming undone for them.

They slowly slide two fingers inside you, watching as your eyes roll back as you clench around their fingers. 

“Fuck! Jordan, don’t stop, don't stop please-” Your moans are muffled as they place one hand over your mouth to quiet them. They continue moving their fingers inside your wet cunt fucking you with their finger as you sit on the bathroom sink. 

“Shhh. As much I love hearing your pretty moans, but you need to shut the fuck up unless you want a whole room of rich assholes to hear us.” 

They look at you as they speed up their pace, their fingers curling up, reaching that spot inside you. You continue moaning, feeling the arousal build more. You try to keep your voice down, but you can't help it. Their fingers felt too good. “Jordan, Jordan, Jordan,” you moan again, whispering their name, leaning your head against their shoulder as they continue pumping their fingers faster, making it nearly impossible for you to not be loud, and they know it. 

“Unless you want them to hear, huh? Want them all to hear how much of a whore you are for me, huh. How much you fall apart just using my fingers?”

You shake your head no, but you can’t deny it. Their finger feels good, stretching your pussy, pumping their fingers in and out of your dripping folds, their cold rings adding to the stimulation. 

They look at you, removing the hand they place over your mouth and removing their fingers from your wet cunt, and put them in their mouth, making you taste your wetness. You whine from the loss of pleasure and your orgasm coming to a halt. You look like Jordan, disappointed. A slight pout falls on your lip, but the only response you get is a laugh. 

“Don't look at me like that,” they whisper softly before passionately putting their lips on yours again. Your hands go up the chest, grabbing their tits through their black wife pleaser tank top, rubbing their nipples. Their head goes back in, moaning your name. You lift their shirt, instantly putting your mouth on their nipple, swirling your tongue, sucking on it while you squeeze their other tit.

“F-fuck baby, god, I need you,” they hiss as they press their bodies against yours, rubbing their cunt against yours, desperately grinding against where you needed them most. 

You nod, moving your lips down to their neck, leaving marks down their neck, but push your lips off of them gently, looking at you. You look back at them and watch them change into their male form. They’re taller, their hands are bigger, and you can't miss the growing bulge forming in their dress pants. They grab your hand, moving it down, rubbing their bulge. 

“You're making me so fucking hard right now. God, I need to be inside you,” they groan, looking at you full of desire. 

They pull their pants down, showing their hard cock leaking and twitching through their boxers. You move your hand up their shaft, you move off the sink, and lower yourself onto your knees, feeling the cold tile. Jordan looks down at you, breathing deeply at the sight of you on your knees for them. “Jesus baby, you're killing me, seeing you on your knees for me, such a fucking slut wanting me in your mouth, knowing anyone can just walk in.” You waste no time pulling their boxers down and licking their shift before slowly putting them in between your lips and taking them down your throat. Your head moves up and down their length, as they hold their hips, not wanting to choke you or be too rough.

“Fuck. God, your mouth feels so fucking good. But I know your pussy feels even better. Fucckk” They bite their lip, their hands hovering over your head, trying to have self-control as you take them further in your mouth, feeling their cock hitting the back of your throat as they accidentally thrust into your mouth. You gag, choking slightly, and they immediately take their dick out from between your swollen lips. 

“Are you okay?” They ask softly holding your face, you look up at them, and you nod catching your breath for a second. 

“Yea. I'm fine.” you going to but them back in your mouth but they stop you shaking your head. 

“No, no, no, I need to fuck you. God, I need to fuck so badly.”  

They grab your hands, helping you stand as you lean back against the bathroom sink, spreading your legs for them, admiring your wet pussy before they slowly slide the tip of the dick inside you. You both let out a gasp as they push further inside you. You grip on the bathroom sink you were sitting on as they started moving, thrusting their cock inside you deeper. 

“Fuuck! Baby, don't stop…please don't stop.” you moan, begging as they fuck your wet and aching pussy.

The chain side of their necklace hangs in front of you as they lean over you and continue thrusting into your aching pussy. You grab onto their shoulders digging your nail into their probably expensive suit suits knowing youre probably ruining it but you dont care, you tug them close to you throwing your head back biting down on your lip to quiet your moans. They groan as their move their hips fucking your faster. You feel your arousal building, lean your head down into their shoulder you eyes squeeze shut wrapping your legs around their waist.

“Shit, shit i’m close!…Jordan im-” You feel their hand cover your mouth as you cum on their cock. 

They slowly pull out of you, you whine a bit as they look at you breathless and smiling. Your chest heaves, coming down from your orgasm you look at them for a minute.

“Feeling better?” you ask as you fix your dress, trying to look more presentable and like you haven’t been fucked. Jordan nods, kissing your neck before they readjust their suit.

“Yea…I’m good.” they confirm, smiling, content as you look in the mirror, fixing your makeup one last time before they put a hand on your waist as you two walk out to your seats. 

[wenumsmol]

Umai

ModernAU!Rengoku Kyojuro x GN!Reader

Summary: Kyojuro just got home from a solo outing on a hot day and he's looking so hot you can barely concentrate on what he's saying. He catches on and it's up from there. (He's innocent and cute til he isn't.)

Content Advisory: Proof-read but the plot twist is my eyes keep crossing from sleepyness. If it doesn't make sense, tough titty.

Fluff, Smut-heavy, Overstim, Gender Neutral Reader, A little rough (He fucks like his daddy and you can't tell me otherwise.)

WC: 3.3k words.

Do not repost anywhere, claim as your own, or advertise my works on tiktok. Kay? Thanks.

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MINORS DON'T INTERACT. Go AWAY. NO!

*Sprays water* GIT! No means no. I do not consent.

Kyojuro pedals up to the apartment building, the summer heat clinging to his skin like a second layer. He skids to a stop, dismounting with a fluid motion, and walks his bike to the rack, locking it securely before heading inside. His compression t-shirt is soaked with sweat, clinging to his muscular frame, and his basketball shorts hang low on his hips. A baseball cap covers his signature golden hair, now damp with perspiration.

He climbs the stairs to the apartment, each step echoing in the quiet building. When he reaches the door, he unlocks it and steps inside, the cool air of the apartment a welcome relief. He toes off his sneakers, neatly placing them alongside yours, and tosses his keys and cross-body backpack onto the side table with a clink.

"Hey, babe! I'm home!" he calls out, his voice full of energy despite the long bike ride. He walks into the living room, where you’re lounging on the couch, and stops in front of you.

You look up from your book, momentarily stunned by the sight of him. Kyojuro’s flushed face, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way his t-shirt clings to every muscle—it’s all incredibly distracting.

He glances toward you, his eyes lighting up as he sees you lounging on the couch, engrossed in a book. "Hey there, sweetheart."  His voice is warm and affectionate as he greets you. "How's your day been? I missed you."

You look up from your book, smiling as you set it aside. "Oh, hey Kyo. My day’s been alright. I just got into a good part of this book," you say, holding up the novel.

Kyojuro’s eyes follow the book in your hands, then meet your gaze with genuine concern. "I’m glad you’re enjoying it," he says, stepping closer. "I missed you so much today. I know it was too hot for you to join me at the zoo, and that's okay. But tell me, are you doing alright? Did you stay cool and hydrated?"

You chuckle softly, feeling his care and concern warm you. "Yeah, I’ve been good. I stayed inside with the AC and had plenty of water. I’m glad you had a good time, though. I also hope you took breaks while riding. It's crazy out there today."

While he appreciates your worrying, being hot never really bothered him all that much. He'd even go as far as saying that he was made for this weather.

"Perfect," he says with a relieved smile, his eyes still sparkling with the excitement of his day. "Let me tell you all about it. You won’t believe the things I saw. There was this one zoo keeper who—"

He pauses, pulling off his cap and shaking out his hair right in front of you. Flame-tipped strands fall in loose waves around his shoulders, gleaming even in the dim light of the room. Kyojuro runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it to dry off some of the sweat. He looks wild, carefree, and undeniably sexy.

You hum, watching the way a stream of light catches his disheveled strands and hits his eyes just right.

"And the penguins! They were waddling around so cutely. I could watch them for hours. Oh, and the gorillas! One of them came right up to the glass and stared at me for a good minute. It was like we were having a moment."

Kyojuro chuckles, his deep laugh resonating through the room. He walks over to the fridge, grabs a bottle of water, and takes a long drink, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. You can't tear your eyes away, captivated by the casual display of strength and grace.

As he turns back to you, he finally notices your dazed expression. "Are you okay?" he asks, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You seem a little distracted."

You blink, trying to regain your composure. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just... listening."

Kyojuro's smirk widens into a grin. "Oh, I see how it is," he teased, walking over to the couch. He leans down, his face inches from yours. "You can't keep your eyes off me, can you?"

Your breath hitches as he closes the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. "Well, I can't blame you," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I did work up quite a sweat today."

Before you can respond, he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a mix of tenderness and urgency. You melt into him, all thoughts of the zoo forgotten as the heat between you intensifies.

Kyo pulls back just enough to speak, his breath warm against your skin. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he suggests, his tone leaving no room for argument. He scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you down the hall as you clung to him, anticipation buzzing through your veins.

Once inside, he lays you down on the bed, his movements gentle but intense. Calloused fingers graze your skin as he pulls off your oversized tee and slides off your sleep shorts with a tender touch.

 "I've been thinking about this all day," he admitted, his voice rough with need. "Now, let me show you just how much I missed you."

Kyojuro tilts his head back, a soft sigh escaping his parted lips. His thick fingers comb through the flame-bitten strands of his golden hair, eyes locked on you. You watch, mesmerized, as his muscles flex while he gathers his hair into a loose bun.

You can’t resist tracing every dip and contour of his bulky chest and shoulders with your hands, greedily exploring the strength beneath his skin. Your gaze drifts up to his face, and Kyojuro’s half-smile sends a thrill through you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as he leans down to capture your lips. His mouth moves sensually, a slither of tongue and teeth that nibble at your lips, sucking them gently. Kyojuro's hands roam your body, leaving you breathless and craving more until suddenly he breaks away and rises to a kneeling position on the bed, chuckling deeply.

"You like what you see, huh? Well, hold on, sweet thing..."

All you can manage is a nod, your heart picking up speed.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he steadies himself with one hand splayed on the bedspread. With the other, Kyojuro teasingly plays with the buckle of his belt before unclipping it. His tongue lazily traces his lips, making a show of holding and dropping the belt, the metal piece clattering on the hardwood floor.

Next, his hands move with deliberate dexterity to the buttons of his pants, undoing each one with practiced ease. The dark denim and briefs slide down, revealing his thick thighs. Kyojuro kicks them aside, his hand wrapping around his cock with a low hum. You gasp as his erection bobs against his stomach, proud and thick. It's impressive and a bit intimidating.

Precum beads at the tip, and he wipes it away with his thumb, smearing it on your lower lip. You taste him as you hungrily suck his finger.

“Wanna see how I do it when you’re not here, sweet thing?”

“Y-yeah,” you mumble breathlessly.

Kyojuro beams, his grin widening as he murmurs something your mind struggles to grasp. You pull off his thumb with a lewd ��pop,’ releasing it.

He leans back with a sigh, retrieving a bottle of lube from the bag on the edge of the bed. His cock twitches as he holds it up, the grin on his face as infectious as ever. He flicks open the cap and pours a generous amount onto his palm.

You shiver as his fingers wrap around his shaft, slickening it with purposeful strokes. The rhythmic motion of his hands, combined with the way his eyelids hood over his eyes, makes your breath catch.

“Oh yeah...watch carefully,” he rasps. “You’ll get some soon.”

In an instant, his grin fades. He groans deeply as his grip tightens at the base, sliding up to the head. He sizes you up, his hips jolting with each stroke. The bedframe creaks, and his moans fill the room.

“Shit tends to get a little hot when I’m involved. You’ll have to excuse me...” he says, slowing down.

Kyojuro cups his heavy sack, tugging it slightly as he feels the blood pool in his shaft. His red-ringed eyes drink in your reaction.

“Fuck, do you want this dick, baby? I can see you drooling for it.” That award-winning smile returns. “I want to play with you first, though. Make you feel good and ready before I’m deep in you,” he drawls slowly.

His hands slide down your body, tracing the contours of your abdomen, the curve of your hips, and the fat of your ass, until they rest on your thighs. His fingers sink into their plushness, gripping tightly as he maneuvers your legs into a perfect press.

“But I think you’re already well aware of that...” He purrs against your neck, placing a soft, lingering kiss just under your jaw. The kiss is so light you barely feel it until the cool air hits your skin as he pulls away.

Your knees are pinned back, and you're spread out so nicely for him. His eyes drink you in like gasoline feeding a fire. He leans down slowly, watching you watch him kiss and lick the crease of your thighs before focusing on your center. It's so sensitive when it's not blocked by a piece of fabric. Kyojuro makes use of his strong jaw and lips to nip and drag against your inner thigh, and your skin burns from the stimulation.

Finally, he makes contact, and you hiss a sharp gasp as your eyes roll up. He's kissing, using his tongue. Your eyes can't quite focus on the details. All you feel is raw, molten pleasure. So much pressure from different directions, causing the space behind your navel to tense.

Over the music in the background, you hear lapping and wet sounds and the occasional suck as Kyojuro groans what could have been words. But you aren't sure. All you know is he's getting a taste of his favorite dessert.

He'd stop for a moment, only to look up with a smirk and raise an eyebrow at you, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before looking you up and down again. "Don't be so impatient...You think you're soft enough for me, baby? Pliant enough? I want you hot enough to melt my dick off. Lemme finish cookin'..." and he slips his hot tongue back inside.

There's a flame-like glow in his eyes when they make contact with yours, and it does more than set your heart ablaze.

"You're aching for me down here, aren't you?" Kyojuro whispers against your entrance, tracing it with an index finger. "But patience is a virtue."

"I-I can't help it..."

You'd say, a shaky whine in your voice as he kept licking and teasing you, like he was trying to get you to the very edge - trying to get you so close, yet not close enough to send you over.

This position becomes too intense. It's almost unfair how good it feels, and you have to close your eyes as your orgasm rapidly swells.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," Kyojuro's voice is ragged. His tongue outlines the very edge of your wet hole, then dips inside. The slurping is obscene, but he pays it no mind, focused entirely on you and chasing your climax.

It strikes you like a sudden burst of wind to a campfire. And like fire, your back bows in an arch from his relentless motions. You don't remember giving your vocal cords free reign, but the strangled cry of Kyojuro's name floods the entire building. Your stomach clenches and quivers, and you want to clamp your thighs around his head to stop it. It's too strong—it's all so much.

"Ooh, right there. Yeah, just like that...fuck, Kyo," you breathe, your hips faltering.

Kyojuro's jaw pops lewdly at the rough pace, but he picks it up.

"Right here?" He emphasizes his point with two fingers slowly slicking into you. You bite your lower lip, humming a lax 'yeah' as your eyelids flutter at the stretch, and nod.

"Then cum for me, sweet thing," Kyojuro slides his free hand down to cup your ass and effortlessly angles you just right. "Cum for me so I can fuck you proper, make it sloppy."

"Right fucking there, ohmyg-god please don't stop—"

Your head jerks forward violently from his intense sucks, feeling the coiling heat at your belly quickly getting tighter and tighter. A full-body shudder goes through you. Your leg shakes, accidentally kicking him in the back of the head, and he doesn't react beyond a low groan. You can't be bothered to apologize as he mercilessly draws out the pleasure until the sensation finally fades to a dull throb, and he slows to a stop, eventually sliding his fingers from you.

"Wow..."

Kyojuro releases your other leg from his grip. Your entire body quivers as the air and his exhale rushes against your now sloppily wet center, making you whimper.

He pants as his wide smile comes into view, and it's so wet it looks obscene. Yet when he pops his fingers in his mouth, it's still not the hottest thing you've ever seen.

The real winner is the look of pure bliss in his warm, hungry gaze as he rolls his tongue, tasting what's left of you.

As he positions himself above you, his lips are soft and warm, but also slightly damp against yours. Everything he does is hot. It's seriously not fair.

"So fuckin' tasty...let's see how many times I can give it to you, hm?" His hips settle against yours. "Sweet thing, I'm gonna wreck you."

"Mmmm..." His breath cools against your sweat-slicked collarbone. Kyojuro tilts your hips, and the shift in pressure sends your gaze spiraling.

"Just take it for me. C'mon baby." It's thick and velvety as it pushes into you, slowly at first. Your jaw goes slack, a small gasp escaping with each movement. Then he stops.

"Wait, wait..."

He flexes within you, hitting the perfect spot just to torment you.

Your breathing is labored as you run your hands over your face, feeling like you could go mad from his sensual torture. It was frustrating, the slow pace he's built up makes you squirm.

"You're so damn tight," he grunts through gritted teeth. "Relax for me, baby."

"Stop teasing, please..." Your plea almost sounds like a sob. "I need more, Kyo."

Kyojuro chuckles deeply, the sound vibrating through you. "Alright, sweet thing. I'll give you what you want."

With that, he pulls out almost completely before plunging back in with a powerful thrust. You cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming. He sets a relentless pace, each stroke deliberate and deep, hitting all the right spots. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your breathless moans and Kyojuro's grunts of pleasure.

His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drives into you. The intensity builds, a coil tightening in your core, ready to snap.

"Cum for me again, sweet thing. I want to feel you," Kyojuro growls, his voice rough with desire.

You can't hold back any longer. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing with the force of it. Kyojuro follows soon after, his hips stuttering as he spills into you with a guttural moan.

He collapses beside you, both of you panting and spent. He pulls you close, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"That was amazing," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine affection. "You're amazing."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "You too, Kyo. You too."

You grip Kyojuro's neck, fingers sinking into the sweat-slicked skin, and clutch his bicep as his thrusts grow more frantic, leaving him gasping for breath. His muscles ripple beneath your touch, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you. A guttural groan escapes him, breaking through his clenched jaw. The room fills with the raw, wet slap of skin against skin, mingling with the intoxicating scent of your shared release.

You're both lost in the sensation, growing more sloppy with every breath. Kyojuro's next exhale nearly knocks you off balance as his gaze darkens with deep-seated tension. A whine escapes your gritted teeth, your toes curling as you cry out, his own moans rising in a desperate chorus. His hips twitch uncontrollably, his hand tugging at your hair in a blend of pain and pleasure as you climax together.

He struggles to maintain his rhythm, releasing deep inside you, each pulse flooding you with heat. The overwhelming fullness makes you gasp, each spurt pushing your limits.

Kyojuro pants heavily, his body shaking. Before you can catch your breath, he presses deeper, his cock still leaking copious amounts of cum. His grinding movements elicit sharp intakes of breath as he continues, not quite ready to stop. He hooks your knee for leverage, the obscene sloshing sound and the sensation of his heavy head bumping into that sensitive spot make you yelp in surprise.

"Please, Kyojuro, I can’t cum anymore. It’s too much," you plead, your voice slurred as your body shakes violently beneath him, tears streaming down your face.

"Just one more," he begs, his voice a desperate whisper. "You’re so good. Hold out for me, okay? Just one more."

It’s too much, your brain a fog of pleasure, but he keeps pushing, his desire insatiable. Your body trembles with every thrust, overly sensitive and on fire.

Kyojuro lowers himself above you, his grin as delirious as yours, but you can’t help but adore the satisfaction on his face. "That’s it... Take this dick, baby. Just don’t pass out on me. You’re too good to miss this," he murmurs, his breath hot and labored. Sweat drips from his forehead onto yours, mingling with the cum that leaks from you as he drives into you once more.

Each thrust stretches you, and with one final, overwhelming push, he loses control, pumping the last of his cum deep inside you. His eyes lock onto yours, distant yet filled with awe. "God... so hot. I love you."

Kyojuro pulls you into his arms, kissing you tenderly, licking the sweat from your neck and hairline. You swat at him weakly, complaining about how gross it is.

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest as he eases out with a sigh. You nuzzle into his chest, murmuring, "I love you too, Kyo. Why do you always have to fuck me like it’s the last time..."

Kyojuro kisses your nose, cupping your cheek. "Because," he whispers, his voice tender as he strokes your feverish skin, "I have to make sure you always know the full extent of my love until the very end, ember of my heart."

His answer is sickeningly sweet, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He tightens his embrace, stroking your hair until you both drift into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: *Consensual kisses for whoever wants em* Thanks for reading <3 please reblog and like!

[delopsia]

Thot for you.

You’re not sure how it started but you and Rhett figure out he rides best when he doesn’t come for a day or two before rides. He makes it far on the circuit so pretty soon it turns into a week or more and he’s a hot, needy mess. He wins (of course) and cries when he finally gets to come.

Eeek! I thought I answered this, but I must've forgotten to save my draft 😔

The way that this is like...Rhett's own personal heaven and hell, all at the same time. He's scoring higher than he ever has, consistently dominating the scoreboards and earning rounds upon rounds of applause, but also, he's losing his damn mind.

It was cute when the deal was, "No sex 48 hours before the rodeo." He could handle that. Between work and sleep, he hardly even noticed, but now the finals are creeping around the corner, and you haven't let him cum for nearly two and a half weeks now.

Rhett's never really thought of himself as being obsessed with sex or anything of that realm, but fuck, he can't quit thinking about it. Sits there rethinking his life choices when he wakes up hard in the morning, catches himself idly palming at the bulge in his jeans while he's resting in the pasture.

Everything is reminding him of the one thing that he wants, and you're. Not. Helping. Wearing those damned shorts that flatter your thighs, sitting in his lap, kissing his neck, innocently riling him up, and never doing anything about it.

Of course, he could succumb to the urge in his lower belly and touch himself, but he already knows that you'd figure it out if he did so. He's already in this deep. So he keeps clinging to that last thread of sanity until the moment he's climbed on the back of that multi-thousand-pound animal.

The rush of turning around and seeing his name jump up to the #1 slot was enough to distract him from it for an hour or two. Adrenaline and disbelief blind him from thinking about anything that isn't related to winning the rodeo.

You're not sure when he broke.

All you know is that you were stopping at the house to wash up before going back out to see his friends when, all of a sudden, he started fussing. Batting his pretty eyes at you, whining for his reward, so damn eager that he trips over his own words.

"I, I want...want—" He's cut short by your finger, pressing against his lips, big, dark eyes downright shimmering as he looks at you.

He's so pretty once you get him in bed. Unbuttoned flannel pooling at his sides, chest heaving, head rolling back and forth as your hand works him. Slow, tight strokes that pull noise after noise out of his throat, pitchy and broken apart by babbles of your name.

"Please, please, please!" He hiccups, squeezing his eyes shut, a stray tear rolling down his flushed cheek. "Wanna cum!"

"You can, dummy," you breathe. "You won, didn't you?"

His head bobs up and down with a nod. "Mhm."

You wish that you had brought a camera into the bedroom because the sight of his orgasm washing over him is one you never want to forget. Back arching off the bed, head thrashing as he cums with a sharp cry, grunting with every rope of cum that paints your hand.

It's one of those orgasms that take him a moment to come down from, and when he does, his bones have been replaced with jelly. Lazily blinking at you with that dumb, crooked smile, grumbling when you ask if he still wants to go out. It's probably the only rodeo night where he's asleep before 1AM, but come morning, he'll be waking you up bright and early for a round two, three, and four.

You hardly get anything productive done that week.

[familyvideostevie]

I saw your requests are open and I simply had to send a request for Steve and Bee Girl! I’d love to see them at the Fun Fair or something equally summery. But anything you want to write is awesome! Thank you for NGAW, it’s such a fantastic series ❤️🐝

wow, how did you know i was writing exactly that already for this poll!! so, here you go my dear. steve and bee girl from no good at waiting go to the county fair | fluff, post-au summer fun, a little suggestive! 1.4k

Steve's been nagging you to go on a date like this ever since you took the kids to the amusement park.

"Come on," he'd say. "I want to let loose at a fair or something without worrying that one of those shitheads is gonna hurl all over a family."

"In the summer, Steve," you'd tell him. "We'll go in the summer."

Well, summer has come. Your life in Hawkins continues to be lovely. The farmer's market has started again and the kids run wild, seemingly growing before your eyes.

But today is about you and Steve. Well, and candles.

"So, you're telling me that this date is actually just a recon mission?" Steve says once you're on the highway. It's a hot day and all of the windows are down, the most recent tape you've made him playing low enough that you can still hear him.

"It's multitasking," you insist. "Bob says that rival farm will be at this county's fair and he wants me to see what their scents are like. And lucky for you, I decided to ask my boyfriend to come along." You lean over to tap his nose with your finger, which he swats at, eyes still on the road.

"Lucky for you, your boyfriend wanted to drive across state lines for some wax," he drones. You blow a raspberry at him and Steve grins, resting his palm on your bare knee. It's honestly too hot to be touching that much but with Steve you never really mind.

You'd left mid-afternoon so you could get to the fair for the cooler evening, and then plan to stay in a motel before heading out tomorrow morning. Your bags are in the backseat of the BMW and it's kind of thrilling to get out of Hawkins, to get away from everyone and everything you see everyday and to just be with Steve.

The drive is calm. You and Steve spend a lot of time together, sure, but there's always someone who needs one or both of you for something. This feels like the first time you can really relax in a while. You chat about nothing important, time flying by as it tends to do in the company of one of the people you love most in the world. Pretty soon he's pulling up to the fair, the sky now a soft pink, the lights bouncing off of the rows of cars in the makeshift grass parking lot.

"Have you ever actually been to one of these before?" he asks you, locking the car and linking your arms. The heat of the day is already fading and he eyes your bare arms but knows better than to suggest a coat. He'll just give you his jacket eventually.

"I think so," you say. "When I was young."

"These things are nuts," he says. "I gotta take you to the Indiana state fair someday. You'll freak." You imagine a younger Steve at one of these, cotton candy all over his face and the lights of the rides he'd be too short to ride reflecting in his eyes. You kiss his cheek, just because.

He doesn't question it. Something you've worked on is vocalizing your feelings but also showing him as much affection as you can stand -- it always makes his cheeks darken and his eyes sparkle.

"I can't believe you haven't taken me already, Harrington," you tease. "Feels like a right of passage."

Steve buys you a handful of tickets at the entrance booth and rolls his eyes. "Honey," he says. "This is our first summer. And I'm not the one working extra shifts."

He doesn't really mean it. You both know you're working extra shifts -- he is too, just starting in the fall -- so you can save up for a place of your own someday. For both of you.

"Anyway," Steve says. "We should make a summer bucket list."

"What, like we're in a teen movie, or something?"

He pulls his arm from yours and slings it around your shoulders, grinning at you. His hair is lighter this time of year, you've noticed, and he's got a nice tan. You met Steve at the beginning of fall and fell in love with him as the days got colder, but you see now that he's made for summer. The season highlights everything about him and he has come alive.

"Exactly like we're in a teen movie."

You laugh as you walk slowly through the fairgrounds, hardly paying attention to anything but the beautiful boy at your side. "Alright. What should we do?"

Steve puts on his thinking face. Bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows raised, head tilting side to side. He counts off on his fingers.

"Skinny dip in the lake, for sure," he says.

"If you're lucky." He winks.

"Do karaoke at that college bar with Robin."

"Oh god," you say, laughing. "I don't think they'll let us back after we tried last time."

"I don't think they'll let you back after last time," he corrects. You wrinkle your nose at him.

"Alright, hotshot, what else?"

"That's all I've got," he sighs. "But I'll workshop it. Right now, I'm going to win you a fish."

"A wha-- Steve, wait!" Your boyfriend charges ahead of you to some kind of water gun game where he can, sure enough, win a fish.

Steve does not win you a fish.

"Can we go find that candle stand now?" he says to you instead of apologizing for the lack of fish in your hands. You don't tease him, though you desperately want to.

Then you see something even better. "No," you tell him. "Because I'm going to win you a stuffed bear."

It's Steve's turn to look incredulous as you stride towards the ring toss.

You do win him a bear.

"Holy shit," he says when you hand it to him. It's purple and has a yellow bow around its neck. "That was kind of hot."

The laughter sputters out of you before you can control it and it makes Steve laugh too. He buys you some fried Oreos as thanks and makes sure to get powdered sugar all over you and then brush it off a little too thoroughly for such a public setting.

You do make it to the candle stand, finally, and the girl working it is so nice that you buy one. "Don't tell Bob," you warn Steve.

The evening is winding down when Steve convinces you to get in line for the Ferris wheel.

"Remember when we frenched in the one in the amusement park in the fall?" he whispers in your ear.

"Oh, do you mean when I sat in your lap and you almost busted your pants--"

He claps a hand over your mouth. "Yeah, guess you do remember." You lick his palm and he grimaces and lets you go. "Gross."

"You love it," he says. Well, what can you say to that?

You climb into the car -- this one isn't enclosed like the last one, more of a bench that sways a little too much for your liking, so there will be no funny business. It goes slow and as you rise you realize how pretty the fair looks against the darkness of the woods around it.

"It's so pretty," you say.

"Sure is," Steve replies. You don't look at him, but you put your hand on top of his where it rests on top of your knee.

"You better not be looking at me as you say that because that's so cheesy."

"Me? Cheesy?" You do look at him and yeah, he's looking at you. He's smiling at you. It's your favorite Steve smile -- it's soft, sincere. Almost disbelieving, like he thinks he's in a dream and he's going to wake up any second. You know how he feels.

The wheel stops and you have a perfect view from the top. "I never thought life could be this perfect," you say softly. "We've come so far."

Steve somehow squeezes closer to you. "We have," he replies. "And we deserve it." He kisses your temple.

"It's just so nice to be happy. To belong." Your throat feels tight and you're not totally sure where this is coming from. It's just another night, right?

"I love belonging with you," he says. It takes your breath away.

"That's so cheesy, Steve," you say thickly.

"I know," he says. He traces the faint scar on your palm. "Still true, bee girl."

You kiss him under a sky full of stars.

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[akwolfgrl]

Day 3 danceing/sleeping Pudding x Camie

@oprarepairweek

Baby why don't we just dance

Camie thought Pudding-chin was beautiful even if the other didn't see it herself. Camie loved her long curly brown hair, her brown eyes, her adorable smile. Camie was staring while the other girl was on the phone yelling at her mother.

“No! I'm tired of obeying your every whim! Sanji is my boss and mentor!” Camie could hear shouting from the phone, she couldn't understand the words but she could understand that Pudding-chins mom was very angry. “I will not marry him no matter what you say or threaten. I'm nineteen and want to live my own life! Not the life you force me into! Also he has a boyfriend who's a cop! I'm gonna become a pastry chef! I like girls and if you can't accept me then that's it! I don't ever want to see or hear from you again!” Pudding-chin bit her bottom lip as she waited for her mother to respond. Camie only heard a moment of silence before the yelling started again. Pudding-chin hung up the phone.

“Wow! You did it!” Camie threw herself at Pudding-chin, wrapping her arms around the other girl. “Congrats!”

“I can't believe I actually did it,” Pudding-chin sounded shocked. “I'm free!”

“We should celebrate!” Camie jumped up and down, still holding her friend tightly.

“Well you'd have to let me go first,”

“Oh sorry!” Camie reluctantly let her go, already missing being in her arms, smelling her sweet cakey scent. “Let me pick your outfit! Let's go dancing!”

“OK!” Pudding-chin laughed, making Camies heart flutter.

Cami backes away and digs into her closet to ignore the butterfly in her heart. Pudding-chin would like pink, she looks really pretty in pink. Camie pulled a pretty Sakura two layer below the knees pink dress. It was made from mesh tulle, viscose and appliqué glitter. It had a corset-like top with cups for the breasts, the ribbons tied at the shoulders and back in bows, the sleeves were short, off the shoulder and puffy. Camie was porad of all the hard work she had put into this dress for the day Pudding-chin would get to wear it.

“Here you go!” Camie took it out of the closet with a flourish.

“Oh! It's so pretty! Are you sure?”

“Yup! I made it for you,”

“Thank you!” Pudding-chin took the dress and put it against her body. “I've never worn something so pretty before,” Pudding-chin quickly put it on, and Camie turned back to her closet. She grabbed a pink, orange and yellow strappy dress with some bling on the front. She wanted Pudding-chin to stand out.

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Pudding let her roommate lead her to the underage club, the green haired girl chatted the whole way there. She was glad that wasn't expected to keep up with her. She was still reeling over the conversion she had with her mother. She let herself be led to the dance floor. She smiled and laughed as Camie began to dance. Her arms up in the air waving around to the beat, her hips swaying and her head bobbing.

You make my heart go dada-dum

Da da da da dum

Da da da da dum

Da da da da dum

You make my thoughts go dada-dum

You make my

You make my

Come take it out all on me

You set this fire in me

I need you and only you

Pudding thought for the longest time that she was jealous of Camie, how free she was, how unafraid of being true to herself. Now she was sure that it was more than that. As she watched Camie dance and twirl and sway to the music. Her green hair, her smile, her adorable laugh. Pudding wanted to be the only one to make her smile and laugh.

“Dance with me!” Pudding blushed when Camie took her hands and spun them both around and around.

The green haired girl released one hand and spun Pudding around her dress flaring out before settling against her legs. The other had never cared about what others thought about her, no heavy expectations of perfection Pudding wanted everything and more, she wanted Camie with her every being and now she no longer had to hide these feelings. Pudding yanked the green hair girl towards her causing her to stumble into her.

“Huh? Puddi…” Camie began, before Pudding tilted her chin up and kissed her right there on the dance floor.

[ruebetweenthestars]

This was supposed to be a short fic about her turning into a cat 40 pages later its a full fic longer than anything I've ever written. my oc Johari x Harry Hook. She's the daughter of scar.

 “Awe now why the long face?”  Harry Hook teased with a fake pout as he did slow taunting circles around a severely scowling Johari. Her sharp canines were bared in a silent snarl as her chin rested in her hand. She was doing her best to ignore him at all costs today.

His chirping laughter said that he knew the full situation already. The other core 4 were picked to make the journey to Auradon, the only one in their group that was left behind was Johari. While Uma’s crew took over the rest of the Isle they also took no time taking over the other group's territory including Johari’s home. She really had no choice but to join them. 

It seemed cruel even to him, like it had been done on purpose. Knowing Maleficent it probably way, still funny though. Johari had stubbornly insisted that she didn't want to go anyway. She wouldn't be pouting so hard if she didn't. What a bad liar. He enjoyed pushing her buttons because they were so easily visible to anyone else on the Isle now.

“Your little Jay-Bird didn't even say g’bye did he?” Harry gave a sarcastic wave to punctuate his sentence. “Is that why you're so sad?” He pantomimed mock tears with an exaggerated frown. A former member of Mal’s little group was a sitting duck in his pond. This was too much fun. 

The great daughter of Scar had been knocked down a few pegs and he was loving it. She swiped at him with black tipped claws which he easily dodged with just a casual lean. The smile never left his lips. 

Johari huffed as she glared at him waving her hand in dismissal now like she was trying to swat away a fly. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” She was a lion left without her pride and Harry wouldn't let her easily forget it, he was driving her crazy. “And he isn't my Jay-Bird.” She spat through gritted teeth. 

He pretended to ruminate on the question for about half a second before pulling up a chair and spinning it around to sit beside her. “Not really.” Harry answered with a hum as he tilted the chair so he could bend even closer. “Ye could’ve fooled me. But I wouldn’t pout so much if I were you. I--” 

Before he could open his mouth to continue teasing, the sound of Uma’s voice calling his name caught his attention. At once he was on his feet again, snapping up like a soldier at the ready. Johari rolled her eyes at his sudden reaction. And he was the one teasing her for having feelings for Jay. What a dog. She stuck her tongue out at him while he momentarily had his back turned. 

“Harry!” She called again. Uma had been formulating a plan for a long time now. None of the ship’s crew members would fill Johari in on any details, likely on purpose. Johari huffed.  She was getting frustrated with the hushed whispers and glances her way. It was obvious that whatever was going on involved her in some way. She wouldn't let that happen. A defiant snarl pulled at her lips as she got to her feet and stormed towards the ship’s exit. Johari was sick and tired of everything happening lately. It was going to stop today.

To her surprise her path was blocked by Gil hulking in the way. His smile was wide and lopsided. He was so unthreatening yet he towered over her. “Sorry Johari, I can't let you leave.” He raised an arm to block the door further as she tried to duck bob and weave her way past to no avail. 

“Why not?” She barked back. Her nose scrunched as she looked up at him in defiance while still trying to spot any gaps in his defenses. Before she could continue she felt a hand and hook on her shoulders, she jumped about a mile seeing Harry just behind her with a wide grin. 

“Because you, little kitty, are a part of Uma’s plan.” Harry stated simply. Johari tried to shake off his grip with a roll of her shoulders. Harry held his hands up in a fake innocence while cackling like the hyena he was. 

She was vastly outnumbered and already surrounded. The situation didn't look good. “Plan?” Johari said the word as if it were foreign. As she spun in each direction trying to search for an alternate exit the crew continued to close in. What were they going to do now, turn her into fish bait? 

The crowd parted to let Uma emerge. So this was the one Mal always called Shrimpy. She was grinning confidently with her arms crossed and her head was held high. “You are my in.” Uma stated simply as she pointed her dark eyes and stared Johari down. 

She wondered if Mal made enemies for fun around the Isle at times. Back then none of them seemed as threatening as they did now. The safety she had in numbers with the core four was gone. “You’re goin’ to Auradon.” Gil stated happily in a sing-song tone as if it were good news his arms were wide open like a wingspan as he continued to stand in the way with that goofy smile.

“Maleficent only agreed to let your friends go to Auradon to get the Fairy Godmother’s wand. Hasn't been much of a secret.” Harry gave a happy waggle of his head as he stated the news. 

“Last thing I wanna do is sit back and watch while Mal and her little group get all the credit.” Uma raised her chin confidently while her crew continued to close in. Johari was frozen where she stood. If she moved she ran the risk of running herself through from any direction. “You were one of ‘em. Now you’re with us. You’re gonna get that wand and get it back to me. Doesn't matter what you gotta do to get it.”

“Th-There’s no way. I can’t go.” Johari’s usual faux confidence began to slip as she caught herself stuttering as she held herself . There was no way of getting out of this she suddenly realized. “How do you even plan on getting through the barrier?” All she could imagine was getting fired through a cannon. Ridiculous. This wasn’t much of a master plan. 

 Uma presented a long pearl chain necklace with an iridescent scale strung neatly to the bottom. It dangled gently in the air. “I got this from Dr Facilier.” In truth it was underwhelming. It looked cheaply made as if it were a child's toy made from plastic.

“So you got scammed and bought some costume jewelry?” Johari spat. A few crew members were reaching for their swords at her comment. Uma rolled her eyes at the response. 

“This is your ticket through the barrier.” She waggled it a bit making opalescent rainbow colors shine and dance along the tiny scale. “It’s from a mermaid.” A rare piece indeed. Johari had never seen a mermaid in her life. She also avoided water if she ever could. It was a surprise to hear that they existed in the first place. 

“What makes you think I’ll do this?” Johari barked back again. She knew she was quickly losing ground. It still seemed like a flimsy plan, especially on Uma’s part. She was much smarter than that. So what was the catch? “I can’t even swim.” Johari argued weakly as if it were going to really help her case.  

“That’s why Harry will be going with you. He’s going to make sure this all goes smoothly.” Uma smirked confidently as she tossed the necklace to him which he easily caught with his hook. He spun it a bit in a short victory. 

“See? Told ya there was no reason for you to pout. You get ta’ see your little Jay-Bird.” Harry sarcastically wiggled his fingers in Johari’s face with a chuckle. “ain't that exciting?”

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Gil followed the both of them on the short journey to what would be their boat. He was happy enough to be included in the plan if only to keep Johari from running off. It was a good thing too because there were more than a few attempts on the short walk there. 

Harry wore a cheshire grin as he spun the mermaid’s scale round and round on his hook. Uma was trusting him with something like this. Her plans were so sound he was sure that this would all be done in a flash. Revenge would be oh so sweet. Ah what a day. He was humming a tune unfamiliar to Johari who was still struggling to find a way out. 

“Look, Hook- You don't really need my help.” She protested as she tried to catch Harry’s attention with Gil looming behind her. “Why can't Uma just have you do it? She obviously trusts you. Why keep me around? I’ll just slow someone like you down.” The ocean was getting much closer now as the rocky hill that they were walking down became steeper. The beach stretched on for miles with no end in sight. How far could she run? Not far before Gil would catch her. 

“Oh please. Yer not gettin’ out of this that easy.” He spoke sarcastically and offered a fake pout as he glanced back at her. “I’m only following the Captain’s orders. Bound by duty and all that.” Harry answered with a sarcastic bow. “If she says you're going to get them to hand it over, then you will.” Harry’s confidence in Uma was staggering. It was almost disgusting. 

Gil gave a jovial laugh. “Yeah what Uma says goes.” He was still keeping Johari caged in place as the boardwalk disappeared behind them. 

“And by the way, you’re terrible at negotiating.” Harry stopped only a few steps from there happily chirping as he gestured in a grand manner towards their ride. “Here we are. Ready for take off?” 

Their boat…wasn't much of a boat at all. Maybe it had been in another lifetime. Or many. It was so ancient it could have been the first ship on the Isle. This was ages older than it should be. The wood was gray and splintered, cracked and squealed audibly at even the gentle drifting lap of the salt water. The bottom was encrusted with barnacles, starfish and other sea life. 

Johari’s eyes widened in horror as she wondered if it was even seaworthy. She knew she would drown before she reached either shore. Not only could she not swim, there was another problem that she couldn't bear to tell either of them. Especially Harry. She wouldn't. There had to be some sort of way to get out of this before they got through that stupid barrier.   

In a last ditch effort Johari tried to catch Harry off guard and snatch the mermaid’s scale from his grasp. She leapt forward, almost grazing the last edge of a pearl in her claws. Unfortunately Gil was at the ready plucking her easily off of her feet and lifting her into the air while pinning her arms at her sides. She squirmed in his grasp yet it didn't do much at all except make her look like a small child. 

The two pirates had a good laugh watching her struggle aimlessly in the air. “Maybe you'll get promoted when you get back.” The wide genuine smile and positivity in Gil’s voice only served to stoke her temper further. He placed her in the boat easily as if she were a doll instead of a full grown person.

 Harry jumped in beside her causing the small vessel to rock back and forth over the shallow water. Before she could stop him Harry was already kicking off of the sand waving a confident goodbye to Gil. The distance between the water and the shore was growing rapidly thanks to the strong ocean currents. 

Harry looked the happiest Johari had ever seen him before. He was enjoying torturing her like this and she knew it. Smug jerk. She was still frantically looking from side to side trying to gauge the swimming distance if she dove in from this distance. Her features grew ever paler as she watched the Isle begin to shrink. 

“Hook I'm sure you can be reasoned with- I can't go to Auradon.” She began to plead as her hands latched onto either side of the small vessel. If she wasn't careful she’d splinter it further with her claws which were already causing deep gauges in the old wood. Her bright hazel eyes were wide and owlish.

 He briefly entertained the idea as he watched how the mermaid scale glistened in the light and almost blended into the seaspray. It wove in and out of view as it became one with the sea and then sparkled wonderfully in the air against the open sky. Uma must have paid a pretty penny for something like this. She trusted him of course, but her? There was a part of him that was almost offended that Uma was putting so much faith in Johari of all people. Maybe this was a challenge. 

“Don't ignore me Hook!” She tried to keep her voice firm as she pleaded for his attention. It cracked halfway through her sentence as a short stray wave made the boat sway. So much for pride.  

“Face it. Yer out of options lass.” Harry cast her a short glare over his shoulder. Harry for once was silent as he raised his hook in a threatening manner as he slowly eyed Johari.Their constant back and forth was beginning to get on his nerves. The barrier was coming into view now. They were getting closer to the goal. Once they were through it would be smooth sailing. 

If this was his chance to prove something to Uma then he had to make sure it all went well. The daughter of Scar looked pretty pathetic this way.  It would be so easy to gut her like a fish right here and leave her out to sea while he did the rest of the job. Uma really wouldn't be that mad as long as he came back with the wand. Right? Harry turned his gaze forward as he heard no further complaints. 

He felt his heart lurch in his chest as he suddenly felt hands wrap around his hook trying to pull him backward. She was crazier than anyone he’d ever met for trying that. “Yer out of your fuckin’ mind!” Harry growled as he tried to shake off the iron grip and the boat began to severely rock from side to side in the struggle.

 Water was flooding the floorboards. Waves upon diagonal waves were beginning to get too close for comfort. As he cast his glance backward he realized it wasn’t Johari trying to pry the mermaid’s scale from around his hook. They were scaled green webbed hands tipped with black twisted claws. His eyes widened in awe. 

A large decaying mass of seaweed resembling hair began to pull itself from the waters with a spindling groan. There was nothing musical about that sound. The both of them stifled screams as Harry tried to shake off its grip. Johari lurched forward in an attempt to free him.  

Before either of them could register what was happening the boat creaked and began to dip to the side with a push from a large unseen wave. It held them there in a gravity defying right angle. It kept the small boat suspended in the air like a skateboard before slamming it down into the angry spray with a heavy and deafening crash. There was a rush of salt water and bubbles then nothing but engulfing darkness. 

-- 

When Harry awoke the night had already taken over. Stars hung lazily in the sky and a gentle breeze blew along the shoreline. He groaned as he picked himself up, his body ached with every movement. So they made it through the barrier. Maybe not in the way he had imagined, but they were through now. He wiped at the sand caked onto his face in disgust. How long was he out? His head pounded with every beat of his heart the pain rivaled any hangover he’d ever had.

Only after finally calming his nerves he saw that his hands were covered in deep bleeding welts. The sea salt and debris made them sting. Harry hissed as he put the pain in the back of his mind, only now remembering that he didn't come here alone. The beach was quiet, only the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the occasional bird call could be heard. He was the only one there. “Johari?” His voice echoed in the wind to no answer. “Fuck…” 

Whatever had attacked them meant business. He guessed it wanted the scale back even if it was no longer attached to anything alive. How did Dr Facilier even manage to get such a trinket? It made sense why he sold it so cheaply now. 

So the trip to Auradon didn't go quite as planned. Apparently the barrier didn't go underwater and the ocean did the rest of the work for them. Fine then. That cut out parts one and two of the plan. He knew he had to be careful now, he was in enemy territory after all. It wasn't as if he could disguise himself and sneak in this way. He had to keep a low profile. 

He surveyed his surroundings seeing no remnants of the boat or the supposed mermaid. Quickly he realized that his hook was missing. Panic rose in his chest. He began to rapidly comb the beach in frantic search of it. He was too preoccupied to notice the lurching tail in the nearby waters watching him search. It followed his every move daring him to venture back into the water.  

Now he could see broken pieces of wood scattered haphazardly around the beach. Some were floating in the water. The rest of their boat he presumed. So much for the getaway plan. The ocean could have spat the two of them out anywhere. The last thing that he wanted was to play this game of chase. “Johari?” His voice carried in the wind once more to no answer. This was going to take a lot longer than he thought. All he could do now was find her and his hook hopefully in the same place. 

----

The core four were making themselves at home in Auradon. Mal and Evie were talking about cosmetics and discussing the intricacies of formulating a love spell. Carlos was busy trying out the new thrill of video games for the first time. Then there was Jay. They were all too preoccupied in their new little worlds to notice Jay brooding behind them in the corner. 

 It seemed to him as if the others had suddenly forgotten that they had left one of their group behind. Of course it wasn’t their choice. Maleficent made half hearted reassurances that they would all see eachother again shortly, repeating old phrases like ‘distance makes the heart grow fond or something’. He didn't have the heart to tell Mal that he didn’t believe a word out of her mother’s mouth ever. It certainly didn’t do much to make Jay feel any better, that was for sure. 

He was leaving one of his best friends back on the Isle. Maybe they were more than that. He wasn’t sure even now. They had been whisked away in a limo before he could really confirm those feelings. Just how  was Johari doing back home? This place was plenty of fun, sure. There were so many things to steal and get into from the contents of drawers or closets and bags he was having the best pick pocketing day of his life. She would love this. But without the whole team it felt as if there was a large piece missing. 

“Hey Mal?” Jay heard himself question. Her head popped up from between the pages of her spell book as she hummed in answer. “Is there anything in there that could get Johari here?”

“No sorry Jay.” Mal could only shake her head. “I could try a transportation spell but I'm not sure I could even get her here in one piece.” Her eyebrows knit in concern as she bit her lip and  thought of all the possible ways that kind of spell could go wrong. “Wouldn’t be pretty if I messed up.” Well that wasn’t very reassuring. 

“Want me to check my mirror?” Evie prompted as she continued to admire her hair. Everything looked so much better here. There was a natural sparkle to everything. Maybe it was the lighting or lack of dirt. Both? It was sad watching her friend mope when there were so many fun and exciting things here. 

If Maleficent’s plan worked then it would all be theirs too. She didn't wait for an answer before reciting a short incantation. “Mirror, Mirror, in my hand- show me where Johari is in the land.” The mirror sparkled lightly. Considerably less than usual. The magic that Evie was used to sputtered and popped. She wondered if the mirror had somehow suddenly broken. 

 The images came up slowly and blinked in and out of view like a laggy computer. There was a large rolling wave towering far above and then a spray of silt and sand before going to a black screen. The mirror refused to show anything more despite any of Evie’s desperate efforts (tapping it rather hard on the corner of the nearby dresser). 

“Oh-no.” She tried to show a smile to defuse the group's growing worry at her reaction. She covered the mirror with a gloved hand. 

“Did she try to swim?” Mal tried to keep her voice low, she was sure that any of the other Auradon kids could be listening just outside of the door. 

“I don’t know.” Evie gave a hushed whisper as she continued to try to revive the last image the mirror displayed. It only showed up as a murky green color without many clear details.  

“What did you see?” Jay stood then craning his neck so he could try to peer over her shoulder. 

“Nothing!” The look of concern on his face only grew as the girls looked back at him. Their overly confident answer in unison gave him the creeps. They were always doing that. Whatever had happened it wasn't good and neither of them were doing very well at trying to convince him. 

“Did something happen?” Carlos was distracted by the sound of his friends' voices over the excitement of his video game. He took his headphones off to glance at the rest of the group. 

“You’re telling me she tried to swim here?.” Jay was looking ready to bolt out of the door. He was shifting his weight eagerly from foot to foot.  

Evie was the one to stand quickly in front of him to keep him from even doing so. “We can't just jump to conclusions!” Yet the nervous glance that she gave the mirror in her hand said otherwise. “Maybe it wasn't that bad.” Her half hearted smile didn't go very far. 

“She’s right. We can't just go swimming across the ocean to go and check. I’m sure she’s fine.” Mal tried to calm the situation. She pinched the bridge of her nose in thought. “We have to focus and get the wand, anyway. The faster we get it the faster our problems will disappear.” 

Jay crossed his arms as he continued to glance towards the spell book mirror and door. He had a limited knowledge of magic and how it worked. Jay knew he couldn't do anything if he had either item in his possession. Stealing them for once wouldn’t work in his favor. It was really no use trying to convince either of them that they had to go back. Yet he didn't want to give up on the subject. 

“I found a love spell earlier, we should get to the kitchen. Once this is all over we’ll see eachother again.” Mal announced and nodded to herself as if agreeing with her own plan. “Let’s get going guys.” The way she sounded like her mother was only continuing to make Jay nervous. He followed behind her anyway.

--

The morning light as the sun rose was dazzling as it glimmered along the ocean waves. It blanketed the beach in a warm yellow summer glow. It made Johari’s head pound. Too bright. As her eyes slowly opened she felt the sudden pain of a splitting headache. Her surroundings were unfamiliar. What had happened? 

A silver hook lay in the sand ahead just out of reach shining brightly in the rising morning sun like a silver beacon. The reflection it was making burned her eyes. The mermaid’s scale was missing. Anything she’d ever heard about them was wrong. They weren't pretty and sweet, mermaids were vicious. She had yet another reason to fear open water.

Where was Harry? He was never far from his hook. She silently hoped he wasn’t hurt. The last she saw of him was a bloody struggle. A few gashes stung her arms as well. She paid them no mind. She tried to get to her feet but found herself crashing back to the ground. No. This wasn’t the Isle, it was Auradon! 

The only thing that her father had ever given her before departing to some unknown place on the Isle was a curse. When she wasn’t home with the barrier blocking the dark magic she took the form of a small lion like the rest of her family, unable to speak in any human way. Her paws felt awkward and clunky on the soft malleable sand. She almost fell forward a few times as she struggled to get used to the feeling. 

Johari was alone. There were no other prints around. If they had made it to their destination she had to find her way to one of the VKs before anyone else did. Johari pawed at Harry’s hook, momentarily forgetting she no longer had the use of her hands. 

Instead she had to awkwardly carry it with her mouth. Her sensitive feline nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of tasting nothing but dirty briny metal for weeks. It smelt heavily of the sea, the thought dawned on her of why Mal had given the Captain that nickname. Ugh. The evident disgust on her wrinkled feline face would have been rather funny to any passerby. 

Did she really need to give it back to him? No, not really. The mermaid had done what she only thought of doing. Maybe if she wasn’t distracting him so much the both of them could have noticed something lurking beneath the water. Johari shook her head trying to free it from her thoughts. She was sure that Harry Hook was fine. If she got the hook to her friends she could tell them what was going on. 

The grand towering halls of Auradon prep stood before her with her friends safe inside. The trek would take twice as long now to even reach the school premises. Johari huffed before steeling her nerves. She was Scar’s daughter. What couldn’t she pull off? If she was careful she could do this her way. Maybe her size would be an advantage. She confidently started up the path towards the school’s entrance.  

---

It was time for Tourney and Carlos was absolutely dreading the thought. The sun was high in the sky and made things far too hot already. They hadn’t even really started yet. This was only what the coach kept referring to as practice. Things were going admittedly well for Carlos up until that point. That was until he heard barking. His blood ran ice cold. Dogs. Here in Auradon. 

He’d heard a rumor that they allowed them here but he didn't expect he’d be running for his life so soon. Before he knew what he was doing panic set in and Carlos barely stifled a scream. He was bolting head first into the woods. The stout mutt was hot on his trail while yapping loudly. 

As soon as he reached the cover of the forest he did his best to scale a tree in order to save his life. Only then did Carlos realize that he wasn’t the only one being chased. What looked to be a cat-like creature was bounding only just behind him. It used his head as a jumping pad before launching itself high into the tree he had partially climbed. There it clung onto a high branch yowling loudly in distress. 

Ben had come to the rescue ready to save Carlos from the dangers of the Campus’ mutt. As the future king explained that there was no real danger he helped the son of Cruella down from his perch. Neither of them paid much attention to the cat far above them struggling to balance on twin branches. Dude was the only one who noticed as he continued his barking mantra in an alarm that neither of them could understand. 

Ben barely had the time to heed the mutt’s warning before he was assaulted with something hard and metal. It cracked him in the head on its way down and it was sure to leave a good welt and bruise. 

“What was that?” Ben groaned as he held the growing red spot along his temple. Carlos stifled a laugh as he heard the normally well mannered future king swear profusely under his breath. He lifted a hand in an effort to hide the smile he’d cracked. It was a nervous habit that often got him in trouble. 

A familiar metal hook lay on the ground at their feet. Carlos recognized it instantly and swiped it up while hiding it behind his back. To divert the future king’s attention he came up with a lame excuse. ”Does the uh,- sky fall here too?” He tried giving Ben a weak grin hoping he wouldn't see right through his paper thin line. 

“What?” Ben retorted, there was a thin droplet of blood running along his forehead. His eyebrows knit in confusion. 

“Uh, nothing.” Carlos tried to recover. “You should get that checked out at the nurse’s office. Why don't you uh, show me where that is.” He nodded at his own suggestion while placing a gentle hand on Ben’s shoulder. 

Carlos gave an awkward laugh as he tried to steer him towards the Tourney field again. Since Mal’s spell had worked he was thankfully vulnerable to most suggestions. “Oh, uh yeah, sure.” Ben went along with it, seeming to be too preoccupied with the sting of his wound to care much about the new kid’s logic. 

It wasn’t the weirdest thing he had heard from a Vk lately. “C’mon Dude.” He called and whistled weakly for the dog to follow. Carlos only hoped that the hook hanging from his belt loop behind his back wasn’t as noticeable as he thought it was. 

----

“Where did you find that?” Mal demanded as she snagged the hook from Carlos. What could this mean? Her already pale complexion went even lighter at the whiplash of possibilities. Was Uma and her crew somehow in Auradon? If so, how?

“Fell from the sky when I was being chased by Dude.” Carlos shrugged as if it were an everyday situation. The sky is raining the tools of their enemies from back home, just another Tuesday no need to worry. Now he held the shaking dog which was still rapidly searching for the overgrown feline on the school’s premises. 

“The sky?” Jay prompted. Was it possible that Uma’s ship was overhead? At first it sounded ridiculous, but since coming here they had all seen magic and things that they would never begin to believe on the Isle. 

Carlos sighed. “Look, I don't know where it came from either.” Dude was on high alert with his ears perked up high and his little nose quivering. “I don't think it means Uma’s here, though. The ocean could’ve taken it from anywhere.”  

“All the way from the Isle?” Evie kept her tone light yet the disbelief in her voice was evident. It was unlikely. Ocean currents were strong but not that precise. The son of Hook never let it go if he could help it. Her fingers nervously drummed along the night stand beside her. Maybe that meant that he wasn't far. Or he had something to do with Johari possibly drowning. Evie didn't dare voice those thoughts. 

“Wouldn’t we notice right away if they were here?” Jay asked as he ran a hand through his hair. “Vks aren’t really that subtle, y'know?” It still didn't explain the hook's sudden appearance. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. None of this made much sense. His head was beginning to hurt from trying to make so many connections.      

Dude was ready to launch himself out of Carlos’ arms, his gaze was fixated on something far in the distance. There was a movement in the trees that was unnatural. He growled in a low, very unthreatening rumble. He sounded like a squeaky toy engine instead of a fierce canine. Before the group could continue to argue Dude bolted forward leaping down half the stairway in one jump. He was barking in a frenzy excited about the hunt. 

“What do you think he’s after?” Mal stepped forward while following his trail into the woods.

--

The plan was supposed to be easy. So far it was anything but that. Harry continued to comb the parameters of the beach in search of his Hook. As the morning continued to creep on it became harder to stay out of sight. People were everywhere! How did they ever get a moment's peace? Every few minutes he found himself ducking past buildings and hiding in the shadows like the world's most self aware thief. 

Looking for Johari in such a crowded place was difficult. All of these people looked alike with their fancy pastel dresses and gem encrusted everything. The entire place was an eye straining spectacle with too much glitter. In a way, it reminded him of flamingos. That’s what they all looked like. 

He was sure that the other Vks would come around eventually. Keeping himself hidden from them would be the real challenge. If he was lucky he could find Johari first and take control of the situation before she found her friends and ratted him out. This wasn’t his first mission by himself, no. Uma had trusted him, that's what mattered. He didn't want to disappoint her by coming back empty handed, of course. 

Speaking of empty handed, the absence of his hook was beginning to severely bother him. That supposed mermaid was ready to exact a much more gruesome revenge, he’s lucky he was still in one piece. A nagging voice in the back of his mind wondered if Johari had suffered such a fate. He knew she couldn’t swim. Had she even reached the shore? Things would be a little more complicated if that were the case. 

Harry’s grim thoughts were interrupted by a loud piercing howl of a bark. It only sort of resembled a hunting dog. The sound was more like a squealing tire. It was abnormally small sounding and considerably less fierce. 

A purse sized dog was pelting across the Tourney field like a force of nature. Just behind it were the rest of the Vks who were barely keeping up with the mutt. As they passed his hiding place Harry noticed a familiar bright silver glint. His hook was hanging off of Mal’s belt. How did she get a hold of it? He barely had time to process the thought before his feet were moving in their direction while being careful to stick to the treeline and stay out of sight. 

The group had come to a large twisted tree with long winding branches that reached at least ten feet high. Carlos made a remark about finding the hook here of all places. Harry’s eyes squinted as he tried to take in all of the details. What the hell were they looking at?

The core four were distracted by whatever was lodged in the top of the tree. He was too far away to hear their muffled conversations. There had to be a way to get his hook back while they were all so conveniently distracted. 

Mal was busily leafing through the pages of her spell book in search of some solution to getting the creature down. Dude only ceased his incessant yapping as he heard another sound, his attention was drawn towards the nearby shrubs. He couldn't make the decision, it was such a hard choice. Go after the new smell or the cat in the tree that was  just in (not really) arms reach. 

He made his choice. Dude continued to attempt to blast off and get himself up off of the ground with each barking effort. The other three had their attention on either Dude or the animal stuck up in the tree. Harry took advantage of the confusion as Mal was finishing her incantation. He did a quick dodge roll in an attempt to swipe his hook off of the daughter of Maleficent while she had her back turned. 

Unfortunately Mal’s spell was a complicated and delicate one, the mere bump from the other villain was enough to make her stutter. The green lit magic sputtered before blinking out completely dropping the small lion on top of them all. If not for the larger than average feline plummeting out of the tree above Harry may have gotten away with it unnoticed. 

The core four immediately noticed him in that moment as he had also been knocked down. “You!” Mal hissed as she made eye contact. 

“Sorry, can’t stay and chat.” Harry could only flash a quick grin as he reached for his hook. Before he could, the cat bolted from the scene snatching it before his eyes. The immediate deadpan would have been funny if not for the situation he suddenly found himself in. 

Losing your only leverage so quickly was certainly embarrassing. Harry knew he had only seconds to get away and it was already four against one. His speed was rather impressive as he went after the lion and his hook. 

“Get him!” Mal demanded as she struggled to get to her feet. The other Vks tried to keep up, each splitting off in a different direction in an attempt to trap them. Carlos managed to catch up to Dude and easily scooped the ever barking dog into his arms. 

The cat and Hook were still pelting across the Tourney field. Jay was the one to come close to catching him, Harry was surprised by his speed. They were neck and neck for a short while. Since being here Harry had almost forgotten that this was their home turf now. The glint of his hook in the sunlight was almost blinding. He was so close he could finally see what was carrying it. The large feline continued to glance back at him, its bright hazel eyes were wide with adrenaline and panic. 

Harry stopped short, almost tripping in a short ditch. There was a human familiarity in those eyes. Jay came extremely close to tackling him down at that moment. 

If the feline hadn’t suddenly made a U turn he would have been caught. Instead of Hook, Jay landed squarely on the feline while easily restraining it in his arms. He retrieved the hook from its mouth only to promptly get bitten by the lion. 

Harry took advantage of the situation  snatching his hook away as Jay dropped it and ran treeline again while easily disappearing into the cover of the thick brush. 

The other three caught up to Jay while trying to catch their breath. He struggled to keep a hold of the little lion as she continued to thrash in a panic. What the hell was this thing? He’d seen a lot of interesting things and animals in Auradon but not something so large. Dude was still barking and yapping in alarm despite anything Carlos tried to console him. 

“How did he get here?” Evie’s voice was concerned as she winced at the sight of the deep and freshly bleeding bite mark on his arm. 

Mal was fuming with her eyes glowing a piercing green. “Forget how I want to know why.” Her hands were balled fists at her sides. Harry getting away was worse than losing track of a spider in your bed. You’d have to burn it down. The entire thing. Knowing he was on the loose sent her brain into overdrive. “What does he have planned?”

The feline continued to struggle while being almost wholly engulfed in Jay’s arms. It was writhing in a way that was all too human, trying to twist and turn to pass her head through the small gap that was available. Any other cat would have torn him to pieces by now before running off. “Anybody seen one of these before?” Jay was surprisingly okay with being so severely clawed at and bitten. 

Evie’s eyes widened a bit. “I’m not sure. It doesn't look much like any cat I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure that’s what it is.” The lion’s eyes shone with a glint of familiarity at seeing her. Slowly she unlatched her teeth from Jay’s arm and gave it a ginger lick instead. Jay winced a bit at the feeling but still didn't drop her. 

“Where’d it even come from? I don't think I’ve seen any since we got here.” Carlos was still trying to keep Dude calm enough to not attack again. He was small but Dude was convinced he was the school’s one and only guard dog. Failure was not an option. Death before dishonor.

“Does that thing belong to him?” She cast a worried glance at the rest of her friends. 

“Who knows.” Mal sighed. “We need to find Harry, and fast.” She gave the woods a cursory glance. She was afraid the rest of Uma’s crew were lurking in the shadows. “The last thing we need is anyone from Auradon finding him before we do.” Anxiety was evident on her face as she could only imagine what sort of chaos could ensue if someone else found him first. Trying not to blow their cover here wasn’t even going to be an option with him running around. 

“Maybe we should split up? Auradons a big place.” Jay offered as he gave a shrug. The lion in his arms resembled a wide eyed deer in headlights. They still had no idea. Johari struggled considerably less. There was no getting out of this. 

“Wait wait- what are we supposed to even do when we find Hook? We can’t just send him back, even if we wanted to.” Carlos’ eyebrows knit together in concern. It wasn’t like they could hide him from the rest of Auradon before they could find the wand themselves. Could they possibly convince him to join their cause instead of whatever plan he was already following? It would be even bigger trouble if he wasn’t alone. 

“He’s right,” Evie agreed with a nod. “Maybe we should cross that bridge when we get there.” 

Mal gave a roll of her eyes as she gave an exasperated sigh. “If we get there.” 

“Maybe we should get that arm of yours patched up first Jay.” Evie scrunched her nose a bit at the comment before she placed a gentle hand on Jay’s back while steering him towards the main building of the school. She didn't give him much time to argue at all. Every few steps she gave the lion a cautious glance.

 Mal and Carlos broke off each in their own respective directions to very nonchalantly search the school for another villain.

---

Harry had managed to get fairly far into the nearby woods in a short amount of time. Adrenaline was singing in his veins. This was the most excitement he’d had in a long while. As Harry attempted to catch his breath he caught a fit of laughter. He pressed his back to a tree in a weak attempt to stay somewhat hidden. 

Finally he’d retrieved his hook. Relief flooded the back of his mind.  It looked far more banged up and scuffed than when he’d had it last. That was to be expected after the journey it had. Bite marks scoured the sides. At least it was back in his hands again. He would have been caught for sure if not for that cat suddenly turning around with it. Those hazel eyes were so familiar. Far too human. No animal behaved that way.

Another laugh. He couldn’t stop it. So it was her. That was why she was fighting him tooth and nail to stay on the Isle. It was on purpose. Maleficent didn’t allow her to come to Auradon for a good reason. He was close to cackling like a hyena as he made the connection. The look on her face. So she really was a fuckin’ animal. It must’ve happened the second they crossed the barrier. 

 If he wasn't careful someone would hear him laughing away like this. What was he supposed to do now? The other Vks knowing he was in Auradon was going to make things complicated. The oh so easy plan of waltzing into the museum to steal the wand with Johari wouldn’t work quite as well now. Everyone would be on high alert. 

He mulled over the idea of somehow swimming back to the Isle and leaving her behind. It might make life simpler. Then again there were savage mermaids in the waters, he now knew. Getting turned into immediate fish food wasn’t really on his agenda. 

“Hey!” A nearby voice startled him so badly he almost leapt out of his own skin. Harry's head whipped around in each direction while searching for the source. “Down here!” His eyes were drawn downward towards a nearby pond. It was more of a stagnant puddle, really. The surface was lightly shimmering while small waves erupted from its center. He knelt down to peer at it, searching for a fish or some other new magical creature. 

He was greeted by the face of an angry looking Uma. Her eyebrows were tightly knit and her lips were pulled back in a snarl. “Harry, what are you doing?” her voice was demanding as it echoed throughout the water. It must have been some sort of magic from her mother’s necklace. 

He flashed a charismatic grin hoping it would ease the tension. Nothing was going according to plan and of course he couldn't let her know that. “Getting tha’ wand?” He punctuated the sentence with a short giggle. His heart was still racing. Making her angry now would only make his life worse. 

Uma almost growled. “You better be.” Her eyes slowly squinted as she examined his reflection from her end. “Where’s Johari?” She craned her neck to see if she was somehow hiding behind him. When she didn't see much she quirked an eyebrow in silence.

“About tha’.” Harry only laughed again as he glanced backward in an effort to make sure that none of the others were still on his trail. “Ya forgot to tell me somethin’ important.” His fingers idly drummed against the tree behind him. He was getting an uneasy feeling of being watched. 

“And what's that?” Uma was already losing what little patience she had. The plan was supposed to be easy. Walk in, walk out. That's it. What could have gone so wrong? Things usually didn’t go wrong when it came to Harry. The waters around the Isle were getting abnormally rougher. There was a storm brewing somewhere and it was keeping her on edge. 

“Ya didn’t tell me she’s a cat, y'know for real.” He eyed his captain’s reflection in the rippling water as if it were somehow a glaring mistake on her part. He waved his hands a bit as he spoke, twirling the hook as he pointed it towards the shallow water. “Puts a bit of a ding in things doesn’t it?” 

He could hear the gullible laughter in the background from Gil. “You didn’t know?” The son of Gaston was attempting to cram himself into the shot beside Uma. She only rolled her eyes and gave him a light shove to the side. 

“What he said. She always told us she was cursed.” Uma spoke as if she were stating a universal truth that everyone else knew. Her arms were crossed as she shook her head slowly. “She’s Scar’s daughter. What do you mean you didn't know?” Uma’s curt laugh only made Harry feel worse in the moment. 

Embarrassment was making him feel rather small. “She only ever threatened to curse me.” Harry retorted as the other two stifled their own laughter. He held his arms up with his palms facing upward. Okay, so fine. Everyone but him knew then. The light dusting of heat on his cheeks only made him feel more awkward.  

“I wonder why.” A slow smirk pulled at her lips. “Harry, I picked her because I figured it would be a nice distraction for the others. Don't lose focus. Get that wand. I don’t care how.” As soon as she gave the last word her image began to flicker in and out of view. 

Harry heard nearby voices coming down the forest trail. He swore to himself under his breath as he scaled the tree he was standing against in an effort to stay out of sight. Now he would have to somehow keep an eye on Johari while staying out of sight. Which was easier said than done. 

He held his breath as he watched Jay and Evie carry her towards the school.  

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Making it back to their room without being noticed wasn't really easy. Plenty of the Auradon students couldn't miss the sight of Jay running full speed ahead with a child sized cat in his arms. Was he bleeding too? The villain kids made each day interesting, that was for sure. No one wanted to say anything about them having so many pets so suddenly. At least most of them averted their gazes and pretended not to openly stare the entire way down the hall. 

Dude had to be kept on the complete opposite side of the room from the small lion. It would be a fight he couldn't win. Carlos held him close while eyeing the feline from afar. 

Despite being bitten rather harshly Jay continued to carry and pet Johari like a normal cat, completely unaware it was one of his closest friends. She was purring rather loudly against her own wishes as she got a scratch behind the ears. It would be humiliating when they found out. Her heart was racing at the notion.They were doing rather well by themselves here. Did they even notice her absence? 

Mal was the frustrated one. She was repeatedly pacing back and forth with her arms crossed as she continued to brood and brainstorm solutions.  Evie was worried she would run a rut through the nice carpet. None of this seemed very right. Why would Hook come here by himself? He was usually latched onto Uma’s side at all times. 

Evie’s attention was drawn towards Johari who prickled a little as she felt eyes on her back. “Jay, are you sure you should be petting that..thing?” She pointed with a twirling of her finger. “It already bit you.” She gestured towards the fresh bandages wrapped neatly around his arms. “A few times, actually.” 

“Dude doesnt like it at all. It doesn't look normal.” Carlos peered from around the guard dog in his lap and shook his head slowly. The mutt had his teeth bared in a permanent but silent snarl. 

Jay clicked his tongue. “Dude was chasing it first. It’s just a cat.” He tried to argue while keeping his voice low. Their dorm room was wide open, other students were running by here and there. Some poked their curious heads in before being easily scared off. 

“What I want to know is why it had the hook in the first place.” Mal stopped her rapid pacing and lifted her head with the sudden idea. Johari’s eyes were wide. Fuck Mal was always observant.  She squinted her bright green eyes as she looked Johari over slowly. Stiffened thinking that if she kept still maybe they wouldn't notice if she tried to slip away. Mal was a dragon not a T-rex.

Jay cracked a smile and laughed at his own joke. “You think Harry Hook is a cat person?” His tone was full of disbelief. “Maybe all this pressure is getting to us. I don't think there’s much to worry about.” Johari squirmed. If only she could speak.  

“What do you mean, nothing to worry about?” Mal practically spat dragonfire. She straightened her back and flashed a very fake smile as Ben passed by on his walk down the hall. Her facade dropped the second he was out of sight, replaced by a short scowl. 

“Maybe he’s right.” Evie placed a gentle hand on her friend’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay Mal.” 

Mal sighed and the tension slowly began to leave her shoulders. Evie was always the diplomat. How could they all be so nonchalant here? There was no way they could all go back out in search of Hook all day and night without being asked a million incriminating questions. The last thing that she wanted to do was drop the subject. But their backs were against the wall. 

“Fine then. Let’s get started on making that spell we talked about.” 

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Night finally fell again. The Vks had fallen asleep at last. Johari had been treated like a stray all day. Sleep had evaded her for most of the night as she waited for the others. One of the Auradon kids had even offered her kitty kibble. That was especially humiliating. She was beside Jay who had kept an eye on her since the tree incident. If these were different circumstances she might be elated. This however, was not like the romance of her dreams. 

This entire trip was like a bad nightmare that she couldn’t wake from no matter how hard she tried. Uma’s orders echoed at the back of her mind. Would she have to steal the wand from her friends? They had barely noticed her absence from the group, that was for sure. She had never felt so alienated while being so close to them all. 

She sighed heavily. Uma’s crew wasn’t much better but it was a place to belong. Even if she didn't really belong. She never thought she would long for that broken down hammock at the bottom of the ship. Johari had her eyes shut tightly in an effort to fall asleep and forget everything that had happened that day. 

The moment a wave of relaxation washed over her her sensitive ears picked up the lightest of sounds. Footsteps. Not the normal ones either. They were heavier than usual. Jay only mumbled in his sleep and rolled over, leaving her space enough to crawl away ever so slowly. Her paw pads barely made a sound as she landed onto the cool marble floor. She gave him a cautionary glance backward as she held her breath. At least he was a heavy sleeper.

Even with her nightvision she couldn’t see who was approaching. Johari instinctively kept her head and shoulders low and her breathing controlled. The footfalls were heavy despite being so slow. Whoever they were, they were doing their best to sneak around. The second they rounded the corner she felt her feline eyes widen to take in every detail. 

Harry glanced nervously over his shoulder as he fumbled throughout the halls. He wasn’t very good at being stealthy at all. He was bumping and knocking into various pieces of furniture. It was a wonder that no other students had awoken to find him and sound the alarm. Johari could hear him swear under his breath as he peered through another dormitory door just next door. 

The moment his head was turned she slowly coiled her muscles and launched herself forward with claws outstretched. Thankfully the only audible sound they made was a thud as the two rolled and landed on the regally carpeted floor. Johari purred softly in triumph as she had him easily surprised and pinned, the look of genuine shock on his face made it all worth it.

Harry came to his senses quickly and pushed her to the side as he righted himself. “You.” His voice was a hushed whisper as he nodded and pointed back towards the way he came. For once he looked stern. Johari only responded by giving the deep welts along his arm a soft lick. 

The sensation made him jump as it stung. The wounds were a deep itching red. He had been ignoring it since he’d gotten them. He pushed her away with his free hand, it was almost as big as her feline face. “Enough.” He kept his voice low in spite of the pain that he was trying to hide. The look of hurt on her face was evident, with a soft growl she turned away from him. He was lucky she hadn’t bitten him too. 

They both gave a cursory glance back at the other Vks who were surprisingly still sound asleep. Harry wondered silently if they could sleep through a cannon going off. He gestured again for Johari to pick up the pace as he led her through a winding passageway through the halls the way he came. Each creak and groan made them both jump. For being the evil masterminds behind stealing the wand, they weren't very threatening at this moment as they huddled together through the halls like a couple of teenagers out past curfew. 

They only broke their silence as they passed the grand hall which seemed to echo with every step of his boots and click of Johari’s claws against the finely polished surface.  Harry tried to make a shushing motion as he pressed the tip of the hook against his lips. The entire school felt eerily quiet. It felt too easy. Had there really been so little guard around this place? 

The squeal of the front door hinges was sure to alert everyone, right? They both glanced backward before making a run for it. For as far as they ran no one came after them. The path they continued down was a long one. As they both ran the main trail towards the woods seemed longer than usual with Harry leading the way. Johari was questioning silently where he was going. 

While Johari was stuck with the others he took his time to survey the area. The rolling hills sloped steeply towards the Enchanted Lake. He’d overheard it had the power to wash away certain enchantments. He was surprised that something like that had even existed here. He didn’t believe that it would really work at all. Magic water? Then again his arm had almost been torn to ribbons by a mermaid the day before. He was learning to expect the unexpected.

 Harry watched Johari as she ran on all fours. She was most certainly a lion, there was no mistaking it the longer he looked. There was still a sharp humanity about her eyes though, it gave him the creeps. A part of him still wanted to laugh at her for looking this way. She seemed so small and unthreatening. He’d had his fun back home messing with her and all, but pushing any further was excessive even for him. 

Harry stopped short before the rolling slope of the hill dropped towards the water, his feet barely caught a tree root to keep him from toppling forwards. Johari almost crashed into him as she skidded to a rapid stop. She was still trying to piece together why he’d even come back for her at all. If he could sneak that far into the school he could certainly find the wand alone, she thought. 

As she stared down at the water below she cast him an inquisitive look almost silently asking why he brought her here. He averted her gaze quickly. “Just go on in. It should fix your-,” He paused for a moment before licking his lips in thought. “Situation.” Harry gave a sort of forced smile like he was asking for some sort of trust here. Johari huffed slowly as the look in her bright hazel eyes became skeptical. She gave his leg a short headbutt as if to say she wasn’t willingly going in alone. 

“What, you don’t trust me?” He had half a mind to start a one sided argument but the ground beneath them both had had enough. The soil was already soft and damp, the hillside that they had been standing on was beginning to crumble and collapse as it sank slowly. They both plummeted to the water below. 

Harry held his breath very suddenly remembering that he was the only one that knew how to swim. As he opened his eyes underwater he was met with a blinding kaleidoscope of neon colors refracting in all directions. It was nothing like normal water. This was like swimming in the air. As he broke the surface he searched left and right for Johari. 

Harry barely had the chance to open his mouth to call her name before he felt a hand cover his mouth. He had his hook at the ready at first before he saw familiar dark hair rise out of the water.  “You finally look like yourself again.” He barked a dry, almost humorless laugh. “You could’ve warned me.” His voice was accusatory as he pushed her hand away. 

Johari huffed as she brushed hair out of her face. “I tried. A few times actually.” She huffed as her hands splashed lightly in the shallow water. Things were quiet now. The lake was calm other than the small ripples their movements made. Fireflies and moonlight were the only light in the night. She mumbled something that he couldn’t quite hear under her breath as she drew her gaze elsewhere. 

“What was tha’?” He prompted. His grin only widened as she continued to huff stubbornly looking away in any direction but his. 

“I said thank you, Hook.” Her arms were crossed as she begrudgingly repeated her words. “I’m not saying it again.” Her nose was scrunched in that signature scowl. Every now and again she would steal a glance at him but refused to make full eye contact. What a princess. 

“Ya looked so comfy in yer little Jay-bird’s arms. Hate that I had ta’ take you away.``Harry sneered. As if he had done her any favors. Harry laughed at his own joke as he gave a fake bow. “But we have business to take care of.” His smile faltered when she only nodded in agreement without a word. Slowly she made her way towards the shore, even in this water she was struggling to keep her head above it. Where was the fire? She’d usually threaten to curse or hurt him by now. 

He quietly called her name, still afraid that there could be anyone else lurking by. She gave him a dismissive wave as she kept her back to him. “Glad you aren’t hurt either.” Johari spoke flatly with an aloof shrug. She wouldn’t look at him. 

She was right, he realized suddenly. Harry looked towards the welts left by the mermaid. Pink barely raised scars adorned his skin now. They were painless, as if they had never even happened in the first place. The magic here was constantly a marvel to him. As he looked up again Johari was attempting to pull herself up out of the water. It was awkward watching her struggle to claw at the mossy stones like a child. 

 He wanted to laugh at the sight. Under normal circumstances he would. This all seemed like rubbing salt in the wound. The other Vks had barely recognized her right in front of them, that must’ve stung. They certainly wouldn’t trust her if they knew she was working with him. Uma had planned this to make her part of the crew. He was the one making that extremely difficult. He still wasn’t sure if she meant that. 

 As her claws continued to scrape uselessly against the rocks Harry swam closer, catching her wrist in the process. Johari gave a startled scream as she was pulled back into the water. “What are you d-- ahh!?” 

Her voice was cut off by the small splash as they landed. The feline look was back in her eyes as she surfaced again looking about ready to drown him if she could. She coughed a bit and shook what water she could off. “Dammit Harry, are you trying to make me miserable!?” It would have come out more threatening but her tone was strained as she looked up at the son of Hook with her chest heaving. 

“In the beginning, maybe.” He cracked a bit of a smile as he shrugged and agreed with the sentiment. That was the first time he’d heard her call him his name.  It was an inappropriate time to be grinning like the Cheshire he knew. The immediate furrow in her brow at least let him know that he struck a nerve. It was nice to see that fire again. “Aw don’t look at me like tha’.” he chided. 

“How am I supposed to look at you, then?” Johari’s tone wasn’t as argumentative as usual as she glared up at him. Their height difference was evident now. She barely reached his chest.  

“Maybe the way you look at your little Jay-” Harry was cut off mid sentence as Johari raised a clawed hand to swipe at him. He easily caught her wrist. There was barely any fight back as she hesitated before dropping it completely. The look of defeat on her face wasn’t what he was aiming for. There was a gentle fluttering in his stomach. The look of shock on his face was evident as she shook her hand out of his grasp. She wasn’t fighting back? 

“Can we not talk about him right now?”Johari asked with a short humorless laugh. Maybe the enchanted water was getting to him. She looked cute when she wasn’t pissed off.

“Aye..” Harry agreed slowly. He seemed to be ruminating on his words for a moment. He felt light headed.

Johari began to back away from him slowly. Harry was still trying to push her buttons, he didn’t expect her to just give up. “Wait just...Just a minute.” There was a plan that he had to follow, wasn't there? He was starting to forget about it.  

Her hazel eyes threatened to burn holes through him. “What Harry?” Her voice was steely and flat. Oh if looks could kill. He would be dead 100x over by now. 

“You can hate me if ye want. Just let me apologize first.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. She watched him inquisitively. Her disbelief was evident. Did he even know how to say he was sorry? She wasn’t sure he was familiar with the concept of guilt. 

Before she could open her mouth to argue, Harry bent forward to capture her lips in a soft and gentle kiss. Johari was as stiff as a statue in shock, barely reciprocating at first. He felt her kiss back and lightly bite his bottom lip with those fangs. Fuck those butterflies they were being incinerated by some kind of fireworks in his stomach. They stayed that way for a long while holding one another gently. 

Her hands rested on his chest, she could feel his heart racing. Kissing him back felt like the greatest sin she’d ever committed. It felt scandalous treating each other this sweetly like high school sweethearts in the Enchanted Lake. This kind of life wasn’t meant for either of them. They both knew it.

Johari couldn’t believe herself. For the longest time she hated Harry Hook’s guts. He had treated her and her friends horribly. Yet she couldn’t help her pulse quickening at the feeling of his hands cradling her face so gently. This couldn’t be real. She melted into his touch.

She was so uncertain he thought. Had she ever been kissed before? The look of shock on her face told him she hadn't. Harry couldn’t lie, he was enjoying the moment thoroughly. He’d had a lot of flings back home but nothing felt as intense as this. It was nice though, being somewhere so secluded. He didn’t have to keep looking over his shoulder. He was used to using sweet talk to get his way, he never thought he’d end up in a situation where he would let himself be vulnerable.

The other girls on the Isle weren’t lying when they said he was a good kisser. She didn't want to think about how he got all of that experience. In this moment Johari could almost fool herself into thinking she could be like the princess she was for once. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that Harry could be so princely. 

The lake reflected the night sky and the gentle glow of the fireflies dancing about. It was truly a fairytale. A faint sigh left her lips as she pulled away with a heavy dusting of blush on her cheeks. She told herself that there was no real love here. There couldn't be. Yet the glint of hope in her bright hazel eyes was undeniable. “What an apology.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Maybe it was the inherent magic of this place. It was making him light headed. “Don't you want to stay with me? Forget about them..” He heard himself say. 

Did he really mean that? He’d never been in love and had no intentions of ever doing so. He didn’t think he had the capability to feel any romantic feelings in him until now. This though? It was nice, intoxicating even. He could get used to it. Lost in the moment he tried for another kiss,  something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

 An unnatural ripple was shimmering on the water’s surface, and it was only visible to him. The familiar visage of Uma’s stern face appeared on the crystalline water. She didn’t look very happy about being kept waiting. Johari noticed his attention wavering and suddenly felt self conscious. “Is there something wrong?” Her voice was breathy and soft in his ear, it made him shiver. 

“Wrong?” A bolt of electricity ran through his heart. “No, nothing's wrong here.” He licked his lips in thought before sweeping her in a romantic dip as a quick improvised distraction. As they both stepped back it made a wide splash effectively erasing Uma’s image from the lake.

Johari made a small squeak as she held onto Harry’s surprisingly strong arms for support. She kept telling herself not to fall for it. His smile was mesmerizing.

 Harry knew that ignoring Uma was a mistake on his part. When they got home he would certainly get an earful. If he played his cards right would have the wand in no time. He laughed to himself as he pulled her back to her feet. Less fighting would help him in the long run, wouldn’t it? She wasn’t so angry now after all. 

Johari thought of Jay and the others soundly asleep back in their dorm. Jay had never held or kissed her that way. Was going back even worth it? Her faith had been shaken in both directions. Johari barely believed they could get to the wand let alone break the barrier. It was more likely that the two of them were going to get caught red handed and thrown back home. And where would that leave her? God she was falling for it.

In truth she couldn’t understand his intentions. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t read anything behind those ocean colored eyes of his. A voice deep down knew she was being lied to and it kept screaming in the back of her mind. Her racing heart didn't want to listen. 

Conflict was evident on her face as he still held her hands close to his chest. He had that charming smirk that made her uneasy. Whatever honeyed words he had prepared were interrupted by the sudden sound of nearby voices coming from somewhere up the dirt trail. They both locked eyes before glancing back and forth in frantic search of a quick getaway. The voices were getting closer and they were both running out of time. 

It felt like it happened in the blink of an eye. As Mal came skidding down the forest path with her green eyes aglow, Harry had let go of Johari’s hands and dove into the lake. Even with its magical properties she couldn’t swim after him, he easily disappeared beneath the surface. “Harry!” She was left stranded looking wide eyed like a deer in headlights as the other Vks came trailing behind her equipped for a fight.

Johari held her hands up showing she was unarmed. All she could think to do was make herself look less threatening in hopes that she didn’t get blown to pieces by Mal’s magic. Jay was already barreling down hill running at top speeds, the second he laid eyes on her he picked up the pace. “Johari!”

She was easily engulfed in his arms again, her feet easily leaving the ground below. This time she didn't struggle, she tried to keep up the happy facade she gave a weak and toothy smile.  He seemed so excited, could he feel her heart racing? It was for all the wrong reasons now. 

Harry was holding his breath and struggling to see what was going on. He should have remembered that she wasn’t a good swimmer. There wasn’t much he could do without giving himself away. In the reflection of the water’s surface he could see Jay holding onto Johari. So she would get what she wanted. 

He had to find a way out now. He couldn’t hear their hushed conversations through the water as they all slowly began to depart. Harry only came up for air when he was absolutely sure that they were gone. He carted a hand through his hair in frustration. 

If he was lucky he had somehow won her over. What if he hadn’t convinced her? She could tell them everything now. A foreign stinging sensation of fear crawled into the back of his mind. This could all backfire so easily. Jay was the real prince she always wanted and he was sweeping her off of her feet. He chastised himself for entertaining the notion of having any real feelings about this.

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A thunder storm had hit the Isle and it hadn’t stopped since Harry and Johari left. Uma’s fist practically went through the bartop as she slammed it down in frustration. This was taking far too long. It was supposed to be quick and easy. Harry had been ignoring any attempt she made to reach him through her mother’s magic. There was no other mermaid scale at her disposal; it was the only ticket through. That’s what Facilier said. 

She was a captain. Sitting back and waiting for someone else to do all of the work was driving her mad. Especially when she couldn’t see or hear what was going on. The raging storm outside threatened to rip boards off of the ship. The intense winds slammed relentlessly against the windows and tore away anything that wasn’t bolted to the ground. 

It felt like she’d been double crossed by Harry’s silence. He had always followed orders without question. Surely her first mate wasn’t slipping away. He would never really turn coat would he? She didn't want to pay the thought any real attention. The more she worried the less got done. Gil was the only one that seemed ever optimistic. It was rubbing her the wrong way. He was so carefree.

 “Don't worry so much Uma. Harry and Johari will be back with the wand soon.” He was gleefully eating from a tray Uma had previously slammed down. It must have belonged to another customer. They wouldn't want it now, anyway. He was preoccupied with whatever was flashing across the television screen tacked to the wall. 

Uma came close to lobbing the remote through the screen in anger. “How can you be so sure?” She had her hands on the bar as she suddenly had his attention. “The longer they take to get that wand the more likely they are to get caught!” Her eyes narrowed as she watched Gil simply shrug it off. 

He idly chewed a soggy french fry seeming to be unphased from Uma’s wrath. “Maybe you could get another mermaid scale from Facilier. If he got one he could get another right?” He happily drew his attention back towards his food. 

The sale wasn’t made directly. Dr. Facilier’s daughter Celia had practically given it to her for pennies. Uma should have known there was something wrong then and there. She didn’t ask questions, only went with what she was told. If it could break the barrier and help her plans she would take it. 

Finding her again during this storm would be difficult. Could she cut out the middleman and find a mermaid herself? The spark of an idea brewing in the back of her mind showed in her slowly growing grin. That was it. “Gil, you’re a genius.”

The son of Gaston was surprised by the sudden mood change and compliment. He took it in with a smile feeling like tomorrow was going to be a good day. Uma thought he was a genius. 

--- 

The trek back to Auradon prep was a cold one for Johari. She was left soaked to the bone from her escapades in the Enchanted Lake. Silently she wondered if Harry had gotten somewhere safe. Why was she so worried for his safety? He was the one that ran. Johari was mentally kicking herself for being in this situation in the first place. The silence was deafening as they made their way quickly back to the dorms. 

None of them dared to say anything the entire trip. Their heads were ducked down low in hopes that if anyone saw them creeping through the hallways in the dark that no one would notice they had another member in their group. Mal looked deadly serious as she kept her burning gaze trained forward. She was already trying to piece things together, Johari assumed. 

The second the heavy doors to their dorm room slammed shut she felt somewhat trapped. “Surprise?” Johari gave a weak and awkward smile. It dropped almost instantly. There was a lot of damage control to be done. 

“How did you get here?” Mal’s voice was demanding as her eyes reflected a neon green glow. This could have cost them everything.

Jay had been right beside Johari the entire time. Normally the close proximity would be nice. Now it was making her chest tight with anxiety. “I thought you’d all be excited to see me.”

“We are but-” Jay tried to speak and Johari gave a short side step to give herself some distance with a short humorless bark of a laugh in disbelief. She glanced between her former friends trying to gauge just how angry they were and how much they knew about what had happened. Could she even begin to explain? 

They were all looking at her like they’d already been caught and it was all her fault. It wasn’t very much of a welcome party. She tried to nonchalantly lean against the wall. “No, no I get it.” She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “You don’t have to lie.” If she played things cool maybe they wouldn’t see right through her. “You didn’t really want to see me again did you?” 

“No, not really Johari, how'd you manage to get through the barrier?” Carlos was the one to step forwards, the look on his face was deadly serious. His voice was a lot firmer than she remembered it being. Dude was glaring Johari down in a silent snarl. Okay a lot of distrust there. Gross. She tried not to make eye contact with the beady eyed mutt of a thing that was staring her down. Since when did Carlos like dogs?

“A mermaid’s scale.” The answer came flying out of her mouth. Johari felt herself bite her tongue to keep anything more from accidentally slipping through. Why wasn’t she telling the whole truth? Uma couldn’t reach her here. Harry was gone. Off somewhere unknown. The ghost of the feeling of his kiss still buzzed gently on her lips. She obviously wasn’t appreciated here either. Her loyalty had never been so torn in such a short time. They didn’t want her back anyway…

“Woah, wait aren't those like super rare or something?” Jay interjected. It didn’t sound right. “And you hate water.” He cocked an eyebrow. Jay had never seen her willingly touch any large body of water before. Johari silently chastised her friends for being so observant. 

“How did you even get something like that?” Evie’s brows knit first in concern, searching Johari for any battle wounds. “Mermaids are pretty savage.” Then skepticism slowly took over her features. “How are you not hurt at all?” 

Johari scoffed. “You all think so little of me?” She kept her head high with a haughty laugh.This was some of the best acting she could muster since her early schooldays. If they were really falling for it though, she couldn’t tell. She pretended to casually admire her claws. “I stole it. How else?” 

“From who?” Mal was quick to challenge. Her gaze was unwavering this entire time. Johari had never really been on her bad side before. She didn't really want to ever make her angry on purpose. Dragons tended to be a lot bigger than lions. It hurt her pride but If a real fight broke out Mal would have the advantage. 

Johari’s faux confidence only faltered slightly, she hoped no one noticed her heart skip as she paused to think of a convincing answer. “Harry Hook.” She tried to make it look as if it were no big deal as the answer came out of her mouth. Even she heard her voice waver at saying his name. She mentally kicked herself again. Nothing like walking right into it. “Glad I went through the trouble.” 

Evie quickly turned to Mal. “Is that where the hook came from?” Her voice was down low as if the others weren’t all standing there right in front of her. 

“Maybe..” Mal’s answer was still unsure. Her hand was behind her back concealing her spellbook with her fingers laced through the pages to keep a spell at the ready. 

“Woah woah woah guys-- weapons down.” Jay came between Johari and the rest of the group with his hands up. Mal slowly lowered her spellbook. “What are we fighting for? This is a great thing!” Jay was ever the optimist. 

“It is?” the other’s looked at him as they all blurted the same thing out in unison before resuming their previous glares at one another only seconds afterward. They had never fought like this back home. Johari felt herself bristle as anger began to creep into the back of her mind. So they  had their weapons at the ready? Her eyes narrowed slowly. Some friends. 

“The coronation is tomorrow. What do we really have to worry about?” Jay looked surprised at their wary reactions. He glanced back at the dorm room door. He tried to keep his voice down as he attempted to mediate the situation. 

“Coronation?” Johari echoed in question. She scanned the other’s slowly. A chord deep inside the core of her rotten heart snapped. The sensation was as unpleasant as the day they’d left. They had no plans to trust her or keep her in the loop at all. Johari watched them all intently. The devil and angel on her shoulders were waltzing in an intricate dizzying circle. 

Evie looked conflicted. Jay was right. The last thing she really wanted was a fight between her closest friends to continue. She sighed as she placed a hand on Mal’s shoulder. “Jay’s right. No one will notice with so many people if we have one more person in our group.” 

Mal and Carlos both shared a silent look of suspicion. “We should get ready, it's already late.” Evie chirped. Neither were very convinced. Jay and Evie had hopeful expressions as they looked to Mal for some sort of confirmation that they were all on the same page. All this time away gave them all room to change. 

Evie was always so sweet. Johari almost believed that sugary diplomatic smile as she led Carlos and Mal out of the door in preparation for whatever they were scheming. She tried to follow only to be blocked by Jay standing between her and the heavy doors. 

“You know I can’t let you do that.” His wide brown eyes were so sincere, it made her heart melt.  Before they all left if Jay told her to run off a bridge she would have. Now he barely trusted her at all. 

Johari’s eyebrows knit together quickly. “So I’m not allowed to be part of this?” The hurt in her voice was possibly a little too real for her own liking. She was getting her usual anger back and it was getting harder to bite down on. 

“That’s not it, really.” Jay held his hands up as he glanced down the hallway making sure the others had fully disappeared.

“Then what is it?” She heard herself hiss. The venom in her voice sounded like an overkill.

 “Mal’s just,” Jay paused as he considered telling her the real truth. “On edge, you get it. She has a lot on her mind right now.” Jay sighed. “‘Hari we aren't stealing the wand. We want to stay here.” 

“What- !?” Johari swallowed thickly as the words got caught in her throat. She was interrupted by the bright trill of the school bell going off signaling that it was morning. Students were beginning to rise and already mill throughout the halls in a roar louder than usual. Their conversation came to a railing end as preparations for King Ben’s coronation began. It was time.  

---- 

Jay wasn’t okay with any of this. None of his friends were getting along and the one person he was close to seemed cold and distant. She wasn’t happy about the news. He always dreamed about bringing Johari here. He knew that things would change when they came to Auradon but it really was like they stepped into a different world when they all crossed that bridge. She didn't want to be a part of it. Telling her only made her angry.

The large babbling crowd dressed to the nines in tulle and lace was making him uneasy. It was an alien feeling being so crammed into one place. The heat and chatter was overwhelming. He’d never really been to a big fancy party before. His tie and formal wear were feeling tight under the pressure. Were these stupid things necessary? The tension between his friends was palpable too. Evie and Carlos kept whispering amongst themselves beside him. He couldn’t believe them right now. 

That familiar cat-like stare was back on him again. Johari stood beside him looking nervous. She was wearing a spare dress that Evie had given her. The glitter and ribbons looked rather funny and out of place on Johari who usually favored pants. His best friend would never normally be caught dead wearing that. It made his chest tighten at the thought of his former team being so divided. If Johari had been invited in the first place none of this would have had to happen.

Jay wanting to put it to the back of his mind he gave her a playful nudge and he couldn't help but laugh a little at how she wobbled in those ridiculously high heels. She instinctively held onto his hand before she toppled over. The glare she gave him wasn’t scornful but rather playful. “No fair!” Her hiss was jovial. “You don’t have to wear deathtrap shoes.” Even in heels she barely reached his shoulder. She was right he’d break an ankle if he tried wearing those. 

It was nice to hear her being so mischievous. She had been so quiet since the fight with Mal and the others. They were all convinced that Johari was lying. Jay didn't want to believe it. Even if all signs were pointing that way. He'd rather turn the other cheek if it was for a friend. Paying it too much thought would prove them right. They were villains since when did they care so much about the technicality of right and wrong? 

“Hari.” He leaned in close in an effort to keep his voice low. Her constant jittering told him that there was something else on her mind, he could tell. They had been childhood friends, Jay could read her like a book. So why was she holding back? She was keeping him at arm's length and it was killing him. “You’ve gotta tell me the truth. How did you get here?” 

Johari froze. “Truth?” A muscle barely moved on her face. A bright fiery red jacket weaving through the crowd of pastel frills caught her attention. She crossed her arms and averted her gaze. Harry was lurking ever so slowly on the outskirts of the party while taking advantage of everyone’s attention being elsewhere. “I told you the truth already.” It was only sort of a lie. 

“‘Hari I know you’re hiding something from me. From all of us.” Jay hated how guilt was written all over her face. He sighed as he gave Mal and the others a backwards glance. He didn't want to admit that there definitely was something wrong. “I thought that we were closer than that.” 

Johari felt her heart seize in her chest. “So did I.” She peered up at Jay slowly. Her tone was bitter. Even Jay was losing his trust in her. There was still time the angel whispered on her shoulder as it slowly danced, she didn’t have to do this. The devil swayed along in tandem. “You weren’t planning on coming back then, were you?” 

“No I-” Jay began only to be suddenly interrupted by trumpets sounding off and the choir beginning their song. From far across the room Harry met Johari’s gaze and her breath caught in her throat. He gave her a slow and encouraging nod towards the wand as he hid in the shadows just behind the stairway. That was it.

Everyone began to bow as the heavy wooden doors ahead slowly opened to reveal Ben. All of the walking and talking of the ceremony felt like it had lasted forever. It was time to get it all over with Harry thought.

He gave his fleeting attention towards Johari. She was standing beside Jay. The other three didn't look happy about it at all. So much for reunions eh? A slight smirk pulled at Harry’s lips. Johari looked miserable. It didn’t look much like a tender romance. He didn't want to analyze why that thought brought him so much joy in the moment. 

Slowly the crown was placed onto Ben’s head. The entire crowd had been holding their breath in anticipation for this moment. There were bright smiles, cheers and happy tears all around. “It is my honor and my joy to bless our new king!” Fairy Godmother stood high on the stage as she removed the wand from its glass casing with a dramatic flourish. 

So they wanted to stay here so badly? Fine then. Johari was sick and tired of being left behind. As soon as the Fairy Godmother had her back turned Johari vaulted forward off of the balcony. 

Jay's hands barely brushed her wrist as he tried to catch her before she went over the rail. ”No!”

Completely unaware, The Fairy Godmother slowly approached Ben. Before the wand could touch Ben’s shoulders Johari snatched it from her hands. “Child, what are you doing?” The FairyGodmother ran forward gobsmacked only to stop short. The end of the wand almost touched her nose.

“Don’t come any closer!” Johari’s voice was a deep snarl as she threatened them all with it like a sword. The Fairy Godmother was the first to get blasted backward. A shocked gasp of horror ran over the crowd as they all scattered. Ben backed away slowly down the stairs. The tip of the wand crackled a deep and sinister green as it jolted with power. Mal and the others ran desperately trying to fight through the throng of guests and guards to get to the front. 

As Johari began to prepare an incantation with the wand held high, another pair of unexpected hands fought for it. Jane the Fairy Godmother’s daughter was fighting roughly for possession of the wand shouting something about saving her mother. Johari hadn’t even seen her before now.

The resulting stray magic beam blasting from the wand went through the floor before crawling up a banner and through the skylight in a haphazard buzzsaw. The entire building shook heavily as a roar of thunder sounded above. Rain poured in through the shattered glass drenching the hall. Jane stopped fighting as the small earthquake pushed her backward. 

Harry began to cackle like a hyena at the sight.“ You really did it!” He ran forward in an effort to block the other Vks from reaching her as she continued to clutch the wand. “I knew you were on my side.” 

“So you were working with him?” Mal accused as her fists clenched at her sides. Evie and Carlos didn't dare approach any further. Mal’s eyes glowed brightly as she stared Johari down. “I knew you were going to betray us!”  

Jay was the only one to come forward. He eyed Harry slowly who frowned at being ignored as he approached Johari. “Look ‘Hari, you don't have to do this. We could be happy here.” Jay pleaded. “We could go back to the way things were!” 

“Get back.” Johari growled softly. She was pointing the wand at all of them now. “I know you don't mean that.” Hot tears threatened to prick at the corners of her eyes. “You were all going to stay here and forget about me!” Thunder roared in the distance. The wand snapped and crackled. 

Harry chuckled. “Oh ya hear tha’?” He raised and waved his hook dismissively at the other Vks and continued to laugh. Oh, victory was sweet. “She said back off Jay.” He pressed the tip of his hook to Jay’s chest as he spoke. The son of Jafar didn’t move.

As Johari raised the wand her spell was again interrupted by a tendril of green smoke smashing through the rest of the unbroken skylight accompanied by wicked laughter. “I’m baaaaaack!” Maleficent’s form appeared through the green smog as she gave a sassy snap. 

“Finally, do you know how long I’ve been waiting?” Only a slight surprise decorated her features as she saw that it wasn’t her daughter who stole the wand. She shrugged it off with a dismissive wave as she gestured toward Johari with a ‘give it to me’ motion. “Be a good little cat-thing and hand it over. Come on now.” Maleficent spoke impatiently. 

“Cat thing?” Jay echoed slowly as his eyes went to Maleficent. Bitter realization dawned on him. 

Mal was pushing past him with arms outreached to face her mother and Johari. “Don't give it to her!” The crowd parted further as the number of haywire villains grew. Many royals and innocents were already rushing for the doors. A storm raged outside, the skies remained black and rain came down in angry sheets through the broken ceiling.

“‘Hari give it to Mal!” Jay pleaded as he tried to fight his way past Harry to no avail. “You don't have to do this!” 

“I said give me the wand!” Maleficent’s anger was beginning to show through her ice thin facade. Johari was hesitant. She saw the disappointed and shocked faces of her friends. Harry looked elated and high off of the adrenaline of the moment. There were too many people and too many voices shouting all at once. 

Her hand trembled as she slowly moved her aim from the other Vks towards Maleficent. Johari’s chest was heaving. She was tired of being thrown around. The wand wasn’t her only power though. Her eyes screwed shut tightly before she uttered a deafeningly loud roar herself. It came in time with the nearby thunder sounding like an entire pride of lions roaring across the skies at once.*roar bass boosted* 

Maleficent was blown back only barely keeping herself from falling with a hard slam of her staff on the slick marble floor. “How dare you use your father’s stolen power on me. You are going to regret this!” Maleficent warned. A trail of sinister smoke began to gather at her feet. The others backed away slowly as the cloud grew to the size of the room. It only dissipated with the large crashing boom of Maleficent’s dragon form landing on the floor with a guttural and menacing roar. 

Johari could only stare with her mouth agape as the dragon’s head rose up and out of the smoke. The people that dove out of the way were bite sized to her dragon form. Johari’s feet felt cemented to the ground as her knees began to buckle beneath her. She flinched and pointed the wand forward like a child. Mal was chanting something that had snatched the wand from her grasp. It only sputtered uselessly as it magically flew from her hands leaving her defenseless.

Maleficent’s behemoth sized claws came down. The sound of the impact was deafening. Johari didn't feel pain at first. Just warmth. Harry was screaming something she couldn’t hear over the panic of the royals and the ongoing ringing in her ears. She was sure to be eaten engulfed wholly by saw blade teeth if she didn’t move. Her feet felt as if they were made of iron. A solid body came crashing into hers. She crumpled under the weight. 

Maleficent’s attention was only drawn as her daughter used the wand to conjure another magic bolt. It bounced easily off of her scales. She turned her large head with a deep rolling growl as fire began to gather in her gaping maw.

The distraction was enough for Harry to lace his arm around Johari’s urging her to her feet.

He looked out to the sea in the far distance.  He could easily make it by himself if he left her there. It stung deeply when he realized that he couldn’t let himself do that. Through the violence of the continuing storm he saw a familiar silhouette against the horizon. Uma’s ship was a mere speck on the water. He could recognize it anywhere. 

 The commotion of people still scrambling for the exit was a good cover. He had no qualms about leaving Mal and the others behind. Johari lagged beside him almost as if she were in a trance. Harry didn't want to look at her directly. If he did it would no doubt tell her just how badly she was injured. Blood was free falling down her face. He was counting on sheer adrenaline. There was no real escape plan without the wand. 

Johari leaned on Harry’s shoulder for support as she began to wilt further. Pride was keeping her on her feet. Her wounds from Maleficent’s dragon claws were beginning to ring to life stinging heavily through the adrenaline. With each beat of her heart she could feel everything in her body trying to escape through her open wounds. Using the Roar of the Ancestors made her throat burn intensely. She couldn’t speak even if she had tried. It was a power that her father had stolen and she was feeling the ramifications instantly. 

Harry’s piercing blue eyes were wide. “Johari, do you trust me?” She looked back at him owlishly as if she didn't understand. Blood was free falling down her face in a gruesome red cascade. Harry could barely believe that he’d convinced her to do this. He never expected her to really betray them all. The look on Jay’s face would have brought him immense joy if not for the impending danger so close by. There wasn't time for thinking of how that was affecting her.

 He gave the entrance a cautionary glance backward as they passed through with the throng of people rushing forward. They had to get down to the water. He put his fingers to his lips and whistled as loud as he could muster. There was no way it cut through all of the sound. 

The shriek of Maleficent could be heard only a short distance away. He held onto Johari’s hand tightly. “We have to run. Don’t let go.” All she could muster was a slow and dazed nod. They stumbled only lightly as they rushed down the winding brick path hand in hand. 

Maleficent came crashing through the rest of the stone wall obliterating everything in her path. Her massive jaws narrowly missed them, Harry could feel the hot air of her dragon breath brush against his back. The ground beneath them was beginning to crumble. Mal and the rest stood at the threshold of the remains of the great hall with the wand in hand only able to stand and watch as Harry Johari and Maleficent plunged towards the angry churning sea below. 

-----

Uma had successfully stolen another scale from Dr Facilier. In fact, she had taken the entire rest of his stash in revenge. The angry paranormal storm was caused by the mermaid’s resentment at being hunted down by a human. They wanted their revenge.  

So Facilier thought he could trick them into being fish food. Uma had half a mind to string him up to the bow as mermaid bait before she left. It would have to wait until she got back. The barrier had been busted through letting Maleficent and various others escape the Isle.

Her crew was thankfully at the ready as her ship sped throughout the turbulent waters. Getting to Auradon wasn’t the problem. Neither was the storm. The massive dragon attacking made her hesitate. Had Harry somehow failed? Maleficent wouldn’t have resorted to her true form if they hadn't given her a reason. If they were still alive she’d have only a limited amount of time to get them out. 

Uma chanted a whispered incantation into the golden shell of her Mother’s necklace. It gave the ship a sail of golden magic that sped them forward like an engine. Her crew kept casting her nervous glances as they approached. The situation in Auradon was looking worse by the minute.  Maleficent was on an utter rampage ripping through the cathedral walls as if they were toy blocks.

The stone bridge above them came plummeting down. Maleficent’s dragon form connecting with the already violent water made a massively engulfing tsunami of a splash. It would have sunk the ship if not for Uma’s magic keeping it protected. In the rush of the deep churning brine she saw a flash of a red jacket. Instinct took over as she made a running leap into the deep waters. 

Magic swirled through the sea. As the golden shell began to glow with power transforming Uma into a form like her mother's, the ever growing light acted as a barrier around her of its own. Viciously hissing and spitting mermaids churned and circled something in the center of their underwater tornado. Uma caught Harry’s hand before he could sink any farther. 

Another blast of magic from above broke the water’s surface. Maleficent’s unconscious dragon body began to slowly lift from the waters as it gradually shrank in size. Uma came up for air successfully getting Harry back onto the ship. He broke out of his stupor rather quickly searching his surroundings. He had his hook in hand but nothing else. His eyes were wide with panic as he caught his breath. 

Gil had to keep him from leaping over the side again. Uma could barely make out what he was trying to say. They had to get out of here and fast. Harry kept shouting something unintelligible as he continued to fight to get back to the open water. It didn't take Uma long to piece the situation together. She dove under again. 

The pod of mermaids were circling their prey in a whirlwind of refractive iridescent scales. Blood was floating freely through the water. Uma herself could smell it. Johari floated unconscious in the center of the mermaid’s hungry spiral. One of the sharp toothed sirens turned their gaze towards Uma with a savage underwater hiss. 

First one lurched towards her. Then others in the group slowly began to draw their attention to the young sea witch. As their spindling claws came forward Uma removed a hidden knife from a holster on her arm. The golden flash of the blade cut through the mermaid’s skin easily. The first attacker snarled and writhed at the unexpected sensation.

More blood was in the water. Deeply fanged mouths suddenly had their attention on the profusely bleeding mermaid. It was a gruesome sight as the entire pod came after it in a shredding red underwater mass. Uma took advantage of their teeth elsewhere as she snatched Johari’s comatose form from them. 

The moment she broke the surface she was met by ecstatic cheering from the rest of her crew. The raging storm around them was beginning to die down. It was escape now or never they had no other options. In the far distance she could see Mal standing high on the rubble of the cathedral with the Fairy Godmother’s wand in hand. 

Uma wouldn’t let this stand. She would have that wand one day. Right now her crew’s safety was more important. With Mal commanding the others the danger in Auradon itself was dissipating. Uma boarded the ship and commanded her crew to set sail for home before the daughter of Maleficent had a chance to do anything more to stop them. If she was lucky the carnivorous mermaid’s would keep them from following.

-----

So they were home again. The rest of the crew were celebrating loudly above. It wasn’t a total loss; there were multiple ways in and out of the barrier now. Gil was happy about being back. Even if the Isle was a prison to some it was still home to him. Getting Harry back was a victory in and of itself as far as Uma was concerned. 

Johari, who was still recovering, slept soundly in Harry’s bed, not the broken hammock she’d had below deck. They were upstairs above the party and most of its noise. Harry knew that Uma should be angrier about this. By a long shot. They were all in one piece and that counted for something she had said. Harry wasn’t sure he could think of any of this as a victory. They were right back where they started. Without the wand. His head rested in his hands as he sat beside Johari.It felt like she had been unconscious for forever.

 He could still barely believe she tried to fight not only her closest friends but Maleficent too. Heavy raw claw marks decorated every inch of her exposed skin. Harry didn't want to examine them too closely. The mere thought made him sick. That the mermaids almost finished what the dragon hadn’t. It was his fault. If he wasn’t so intent on tearing her down and making her do the dirty work she could have stayed with her friends back in Auradon. She would have been happy there. Wouldn’t she? Jay wouldn’t have let this sort of thing happen to her. He would be surprised if she didn't hate his guts when she woke up.

A large blowout of a jubilee continued back in Auradon. The fireworks and flashing lights were visible from the Isle. The barrier hadn’t been fixed and the bridge was still broken. He guessed that they were all too preoccupied with their thoughts of victory to notice. Uma was no doubt already formulating another plan to get the wand back again. He gave a heavy sigh. Because he fucked up the first time. Failure usually wasn’t an option. This had never happened before.

A part of him was thankful to be alive. If Uma hadn’t shown up when she did he didn't want to think about what would have happened. A heavy sigh left his lips as he hung his head and gently squeezed Johari’s ice cold hand.

“Please wake up.” He normally wasn’t one for real manners. Niceties felt foreign on his tongue.  He hoped that if he kept his voice soft she would actually listen. Johari was morbidly still just the same as she had been before. “C’mon lass.” 

Her chest only rose and fell in that usual gentle rhythm. “You can hate me if you want.” He heard himself pleading as he swallowed thickly. That's what crazy people did, right? Talk to themselves. He’d been responsible for death before, even directly sure. That went hand in hand with being the villain that he was. This however set a feeling of deep unease in his bones.

Memories of their time in the Enchanted Lake continued to assault his mind. He pressed his lips together tightly. “You can hit me if you want.” He laughed humorlessly at his own joke as he tapped his cheek. It did nothing to ease the tension he felt. Being responsible for this? His heart felt as if it were burning in his throat as it threatened to come up. “I think I deserve tha’. Don’t you?” 

Silence was her only response. He heard a gentle knock on the wooden door frame behind him. Uma stood beside Gil with her arms crossed. “Harry.” Her tone was uncharacteristically gentle as if she were talking to a young child. He looked up quickly with his shoulders arching tensely. Was he really in trouble this time?

“The party is still going on. You should join us.” Gil offered. His usual goofy smile seemed slightly forced for once. The plate of food he was picking at was still mostly full. He weakly offered a haphazardly baked pastry.

Uma nodded slowly. “She’ll still be here when you come back.” Seeing Harry so worried wasn’t like him. In truth she half expected him to leave her behind on his way to get the wand. The last thing she had thought he would do was come back empty handed asking so desperately for her help. 

“Yeah Harry, she isn’t going anywhere. I thought you didn’t like ‘er anyway.” Gil nodded and winced as Uma gave him a short elbow to the ribs. A few chips fell to the floor. “I mean-,” He trailed off before finishing his comment as the captain rolled her eyes.

“Harry, you look like hell.” Uma crossed her arms with a sigh and her tone was stern. “You need to get something to eat and rest. Captain’s orders.” 

The mere thought of leaving Johari alone still filled him with dread. What if she didn't wake up at all if he left? “But Uma-,” Harry stood reluctantly, meaning to argue. His sudden dizzy spell felt like it came out of nowhere. The room around him spun in a nausea-inducing vertigo. So maybe she was right. He felt like a child being scolded. Harry hated it. 

“I can stay with her if you want.” Gil offered as his smile returned when Uma gave him a curt nod of approval. 

“See?” Uma placed a gentle hand on her first mate’s back in an effort to steer him towards the door. “Just for a little while.” She meant it as reassuring. All he wanted to do was dig his heels in further. But he was in no mood to fight. 

Every muscle in his body was screaming at him from the tumultuous journey. Getting tossed off the top of castles and cliffs took a number on the body. Harry sighed in defeat. “Uma none of this was supposed to happen.” 

“Harry, I get it.” Slowly they began to descend the stairs. “These things happen.” Her halfhearted attempt didn’t really make him feel any better. 

“I almost got us killed.” He said with a bark of a laugh. If they had tried to sneak the wand out on their own like the initial plan and got caught he didn’t want to think of what sort of punishment Auradon was capable of. They had barely made it back by the skin of their teeth. “You can’t really mean that.” Harry kept expecting a rightly deserved punishment. 

Uma only gave a heavy defeated sigh in response. “Look, I do and I don't.” She pushed the doors open to the rest of the pirate crew continuing their bash. It was a lot smaller than usual. The barrier was broken, any villains that could have already escaped surely. “What matters is you’re here in one piece.”

“Uma?” His voice was low yet hopeful as his captain made the rounds to find him something to eat. He was expecting her to say something negative like a dejected parent as she returned. Harry carted his hands through his hair in an effort to fix his appearance if only a little. He still had his pride as injured as it was. “You were serious about lettin’ her stay, weren’t you?”

All of his favorites were piled high on a platter, some of its contents spilled over the sides as she practically shoved it into his hands. Harry’s brain was filled with constant alarm bells. Even villains never treated one another so nicely. It could only mean he was in severe trouble. Uma could only stare him down in response as she drummed her fingers idly against the fabric of her sleeve. He was only idly picking at the food she brought for him as a short time passed. Her silence didn't answer his question. This kind of approach was making him feel worse. He was beginning to dread the notion of his captain saying something far worse than no.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before.” Uma her arms as she leaned against a nearby pillar. “I don’t think you’re leaving me much of a choice here.”

“What do you mean by tha’?” His brows knit together in slight distrust. 

“Harry, I don't know what happened between you two in Auradon.” She eyed him slowly. “But you want her to stay, don't you?” 

He swallowed thickly.  “Aye..” Harry heard himself hesitantly agree. Cautiously he eyed his captain, trying his best to read her mind. Usually he could if given the chance. Then again his entire perspective on life had changed in such a short time. It felt as if his brain were short circuiting lately.

Uma’s expression was unusually flat as she crossed her arms and ruminated on her own answer. Harry’s heartbeat quickened. Had he said the wrong answer? He could have sworn that she was ready to serve him back to those mermaids. For Uma it might have been a nicety. “I guess I have to. Guilt doesn’t suit you much, Harry.” With a short shrug her expression softened as she gave him a lopsided smile. 

He felt like hugging her. If he did he was sure to be stabbed. Before he could make a move Gil came blazing down the stairs his usual beaming smile was back again. Harry didn’t have to listen to his garbled speech. He knew she was awake, he moved headlong for the stairs before giving his captain a cautionary glance backward. “You’re serious?” 

Uma sighed and waved him off. “Don’t ignore my orders again, got it? Go before I change my mind.” 

Harry scaled the stairs in only two eager bounds; it was a wonder that he didn't fall backward. As he practically broke his own bedroom door down he was met with the sight of  an empty dark room. Cautiously he stepped forward. The bed was vacant with the sheets strewn about. Light from the bedside table candle had faded to only a dwindle of a flame. 

Harry held his breath as he glanced about. Abruptly a body crashed into him. He toppled over  onto the bed with his arms easily pinned above him. He had half a mind to hook whoever- His thoughts were interrupted by Johari’s chirping laughter. “Gotcha!”

 The satisfaction was clear on her face as she saw him freeze in awe. Her fangs were visible with that wide smile, a rare sight. She let him go just as quickly as she had caught him. Her expression only dropped when he didn’t move much afterward. “Harry, Are you okay? You’re shaking.” 

Harry engulfed her in a tight embrace. Johari could only lightly squeal at his sudden counter attack. Her wounds were still raw, he cradled her gently in his arms. His ocean blue eyes staring 

Into hers made her heart flutter in her chest. “You scared the hell out of me.” 

She blinked quickly in surprise. “I did?” They had seemingly forgotten their position with their limbs strewn about as they sprawled across his bed.  “I didn’t think that was possible.” Johari gingerly brushed a few stray locks away from his face. The closeness was leaving him breathless.This all felt so unreal. Harry felt small and sheepish being caressed so sweetly. Hadn’t he made her life a living hell before now? If he blinked he was afraid that it would all come crashing down around them and they would be stuck back in Auradon in some dungeon. 

“Johari?” His voice felt foreign on his own tongue as he said her name. This was all so unlike anything he’d ever felt before. She only hummed gently in response as she continued to run her hands through his hair. He thought he would melt before he got the words out. “I meant what I said back in Auradon.”

Her gentle touch became hesitant at his words, her hands only ghosted and hovered in the air as she momentarily froze. She looked inquisitive, the fresh welts on her skin contorted with her features. Those bright burning hazel eyes were on him again.  “Meaning..?”

“Johari, I want you to stay with me.” Harry caught his breath as the words left his lips. “I think I’m in love with you.” He surprised himself at his own confession, she still hadn’t moved. Harry wanted to cover his own mouth and take the words back if he could. Never in his life had he uttered those words. 

“Y-You don't really mean that.” Her voice was strained as she searched his face for any inkling that he had been joking. That would be a low blow even for him. There weren’t many places left to go on the Isle but he was sure she would run away from him at that moment.

“But I do.” Harry cradled her hands in his. He could only hope she could feel everything that he did. His heart was racing so rapidly in his chest he was hoping it wouldn't break free. “I want to treat ya’ like you deserve. Like a real princess.” Harry kissed her hand gently.

 As he did so she leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to first his cheek and then his lips. His breath hitched at the sudden feeling. “I never thought it would be like this. Harry, I think I love you too.” 

They stayed that way holding each other gently as the Isle continued to celebrate their victory on the ship below.

[kurorotic]

nsfw | shy kuroo + bj

kuroken who've been dating for 2-3 months and haven't gone past making out/heavy petting.

kuroo wants more, but he gets too shy and bashful when the subject comes up. so kenma takes it into his own hands.

really, kuroo looks like such a heathen but he's a mess when it comes to actually doing anything below the belt.

is he insecure of his size? does his cock look weird? maybe he can't get hard?

... nah, kenma's felt that against him. multiple times.

so cue a lazy saturday, it's a day in between the two since bokuto and akaashi are doing their own thing.

kenma scrambles his horny self into kuroo's lap and he's /so/ down with kissing his little kitten breathless.

seeing him all flushed is all kuroo needs.

or so he's totally convinced himself.

kenma drops a hand between them, palming the bulge in his kuroo's basketball shorts and kuroo hisses into his mouth.

his small hand squeezes while they kiss and kuroo is trying not to obviously grind into it.

but /why/ should he resist? kenma is his boyfriend, after all. that's what boyfriends do, like. touch dicks.

but kenma is kenma, he's so cute. too cute for this.

however he does keep. groping his cock. while dipping his pink tongue into kuroo's mouth.

so it's not bad if kuroo rocks back on his hand, right? it won't scare him away.

fuck, it feels good too. kenma seems to get the hint as he fists kuroo's clothed cock, a damp spot soon spreading on the fabric.

will this be his first handjob? with a cloth barrier?

sounds kinda lame, but kenma just keeps going-

"Kitten?"

kuroo blurts out as kenma pulls his hand away.

did he fuck up somehow? oh no.

"... I wanna suck your dick."

oh. that is the opposite of fucking up. that is fucking his way into kenma's tiny mouth.

"Okay... yeah, go ahead. Don't force yourself though."

kenma goes to pull kuroo's shorts down, revealing his hard cock and he sees how his boyfriend needs to take a moment to observe the size.

"Big."

"Yeah... you don't have to, I mean I'm fine with just a- okay!"

kenma is snug between kuroo's legs, pulling his hair tie off his wrist to tie back his blond hair.

fuck? fuck.

he's looking at kuroo's cock like a challenge, a level to defeat. a boss is... actually no, kuroo doesn't want his dick killed. thanks.

"Tell me what feels good, kay?"

kuroo just nods as kenma takes the base and gives little experimental licks around the shaft and the head of his cock.

then kuroo witnesses pink lips attempting to suck on the tip. paired with those innocent golden eyes looking up at him?

nah. kuroo wasn't going to make it. but he had to.

he couldn't last just a minute for his first ever blowjob. even though kenma looked so fucking angelic and pretty sucking him down.

his small mouth could barely fit, but he was trying while his hand handled the rest.

"That's... you're doing good, kitten."

kuroo placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed as kenma continued in earnest, he was. incredible. where did he learn this?

working kuroo's base with both his small hands as his mouth sucked on what it could.

"I'm gonna cum soon baby, I'm not lasting with a cutie like you on my cock."

there was a sparkle in kenma's eyes, he bobbed his head faster, jerked kuroo in time with it and what the fuck, kuroo was a goner.

right into his kitten's mouth.

kenma only pulled off once he'd milked every last drop and kuroo /saw/ how he swallowed it all. that, it happened.

kenma licked his lips and wiped off his mouth before getting cozy in kuroo's lap again.

his boyfriend was in a daze, kenma just... his mouth was...

"That was fun."

"You like sucking cock?"

"Yours, yeah."

how!! could kenma say anything so easily!!!

kenma's smirk would be his end, he couldn't handle anything.

"Do me next, Tetsu."

kuroo's brain was so checked out, but kenma was kind enough to place his hand into his shorts and okay. kuroo could handle this, easy.

//when u have a hot boyfriend who is Also too shy to lewd his kitten.

[into-the-center-of-things]

day seven: lake michigan!!!

"glinting with sun-lit

summer casualities, the lake

opens its third eye"

Short single entry for today! Today was a lot of outdoor time! I got to splishsplash around a lot and meet more Chicago people which was really fun!

Once we got out of bed and got ready (@germfreeadulthood made us breakfast sammies and they were sooooo good, pictured below), we took the bus to The Point with the intention of swimming. @germfreeadulthood invited their friends to join us, so we floated while we waited for them to arrive.

The water was beautiful, and oh so cold! I haven't actually swum in a lake in recent memory, only the ocean (which I didn't like—just becayse I don't like being thrown around by the waves), so the water having a different feel to it and it having a more calm lull to its movement was a nice surprise.

The bottom was covered in rocks, which were actually very slippery from the algae. Not the greatest to balance on while you tried to get accustom to the water's rhythm.

@germfreeadulthood and I also briefly saw someone skinny dipping in broad daylight for like 5 minutes, then return to the rocks to put their clothes on and leave and we were kind of just staring in awe—like, who has the guts to skinny dip in the middle of the afternoon on a Monday???

Anyways. The other friends joined (F and J) and we actually stayed out at the lake until like 6 or 7pm and I actually had a lot of fun just talking to people—usually I feel really self conscious in new groups of people when I don't know the dynamics but I felt comfortable and everyone was really funny and not as difficult to converse with as anticipated. Also there was a bird we kept pointing at and making gestures at—forgot what it was, its not a cormorant, it is too small...

Other detail was us pulling balloons out of the water—I didn't really get this captured but we fished two seperate balloons out from the water and one of them flew off into the horizon, lifted by the wind, when we weren't paying attention. We were kind of surprised since it was like, bobbing in the water, so I didn't think it had the capacity to fly being half-inflated and all..oh well...

So long space cowboy...

We got hungry so we went to Trader Joe's and decided to meet at another person's apartment (J's) to eat and watch a movie. I used this as an opportunity to get some snacks for the train ride home—peanuts and bread and apples and tuna packets (since they have mayonaise downstairs at the cafe for the hot dogs...tbh it sounds gross but bread is good for you...issa dumb idea but I wanna try it so I don't starve or something).

Then we went back to @germfreeadulthood's apartment, I took a shower and then we went to J's apartment, which apparently has two very adorable cats named Pablo and (omg) Melon.

They were really nervous but wanted to he at least a foot away from us constantly, which was cute, like they wanted to know what was going on but wanted to maintain a safe distance. I was able to pet Pablo briefly but Melon only barely tolerated letting me be about 3 feet from her before she wandered off.

We ate some Mexican food that we picked up—I did not take a picture of my burrito because it was bad ): like texture-wise bad (mushrooms are so hit or miss for me because if it's slimy I can't eat it). So that was disappointing but the tea J made for us was good (: so it balanced out.

Then we watched We're All Going to the World's Fair, a movie directed and written by the same person behind I Saw the TV Glow.

I understood (or rather, connected with?) this significantly less than ISTTVG and I don't really know why. I'm reading reviews to try and understand what exactly I watched. Like it felt a bit unsettling in some places but there was a lot of distance put between this protagonist and the audience which I believe was intentional and I struggled with what I was seeing, especially with all the different tech aspects, I wasn't sure what year this took place and how the different tech ties into it (like why would you own a digital camera in 2019 if you have both a smartphone and a laptop??) and I just didn't grow up talking to strangers on Skype. I think I need to think about this movie more before I can really articulate my thoughts.

After that we went home, we have to leave by 10am to go to Indiana...specifically The Dunes, I requested we also explore the suburbs for the sake of my poetic research. We might also go to Gary because its a town that's kind of empty and depressing. I am absolutely relieved I didn't get sunburned, just very tanned. I feel exhausted. I can still feel the waves of Lake Michigan lulling me to sleep...

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 152

Achilles Castle part 54

The pharmacy part 6/reunion

Kate: pov After breakfast Dr Steinbeck comes into the room and says my test results look good and I can be released. A nurse hands me the discharge papers to sign while lanie is pulling the car up front.

Lanie: pov the drive to the loft is short once Kate is in bed for a nap I head off to work for a bit. Martha should be home in a few minutes anyway.

Martha: pov Katherine and Richard are asleep in the bed, I decided to not wake them and make a healthy soup for lunch that Katherine can eat. I cut up the vegetables and other stuff and put them in the pot with the chicken broth. I butter some bread to go on the side. I grab a water bottle for Katherine and put some soup in a bowl for her and Richard. I wake him up to let him know food is ready and does he want to eat it here or in the kitchen/dining room.

Castle: pov Kate chooses the bedroom. The soup is amazing. My mother and Alexis have been taking some online cooking classes since Kate can't eat certain foods. We decided it was better to learn how to make healthy foods. I learned how to make healthy food after Kate was diagnosed.

Time jump a few days later

Esposito: pov my phone is ringing. The name looks familiar, it's someone we went to the academy with. A few of the people we went to the academy with are getting together for drinks tonight. Me Ryan and Kate all went to the academy together, before going our separate ways. If only we had known back then that we would wind up working together. Ryan used to be in narcotics and I was at the 54th division after serving in the war. Now we work together solving murders. Sounds like fun, Ryan and Kate also got the same message.

Ryan: pov I already talked it over with Jenny and she told me I should go and have fun. Esposito and I are trying to convince Kate to come. I know with her fatigue she might be tired and not want to go plus she can't drink. She finally agrees to come, Alexis is doing something special with Castle and Lanie is hanging out with some friends. Jenny said she was taking Sarah Grace to a play place with a friend for dinner.

Ben buck: pov a good amount of our group arrives, Greg asks how my arm is since I got shot the day before yesterday I said fine no damage just a few stitches. Ryan, Esposito and Kate just showed up. I haven't seen them in years. Last I heard Ryan was in narcotics and Esposito worked at the 54th. Kate has always been in homicide. I ask how life is Ryan says he has a wife and a daughter with a son on the way. Esposito is dating a woman named Lanie. She is a Medical examiner. Kate is married to Richard Castle the mystery writer, he has a kid from a previous marriage. I have 3 kids, 2 girls and a boy. Annie also has kids. Stewart and Jack have no kids. Greg asks when Kate is going to have kids. She looks like a deer caught in headlights. Kate says I don't think I can have children.

Greg polosky: pov Ben asks how my dad is doing after his emergency surgery since me and Ben keep in contact regularly he knows what Happened to my dad. Stewart asks what happened to your dad, my disgusting abusive alcoholic father had a heart attack 2 days ago, Timmy my little brother asked me to ride with dad to the hospital since my brother was in class he is in his last year of college. I was riding in the ambulance with him when he went into cardiac arrest. I kinda wished he didn't make it. But he did, my abusive father Bob had to have emergency surgery. Timmy said he is doing okay and should be released from the hospital soon if all goes well. Stewart asks if it was a sternotomy. I'm not sure, I don't really care.

Stewart: pov Ryan says to Kate captain would you like some water? Esposito says Ryan if you're getting up get me a beer, he says sure sarge. Greg is still going on about his father and his health, he says it was actually very cool watching the paramedics use the defibrillator on his dad, the way his body jerked/flinched was awesome. Kate Blurts out unless you're the person they are using it on. He says his dad is a big baby. He complained the whole way there and his brother Timmy says dad is in severe pain. He still can't be complaining like come on it can't hurt that bad he is just weak and pathetic he can barely do stuff for himself. Greg mentions he had surgery a few years ago to remove a bullet from his shoulder and It didn't hurt that much and it was stuck in the bone. He also doesn't want to look after his father when he gets out.

Jack: pov Kate blurts out Roger is a great cardiac physical therapist she can give him Roger's number for his dad he says no thanks. Greg asks if anyone wants some alcohol, Kate says no I can't drink. Greg wants to know if it is because her father was an alcoholic she says no. Her dad was an alcoholic after her mother died but is sober now. Annie changes the subject before Kate can answer the question, sorry for interrupting Annie asks how it feels now that you solved your mother's murder and sho. Ben says what? Kate solved her mothers murder. Turns out it was dick Coonan and he was hired by Senator Bracken. Before Kate can finish answering the rest of Annie's question Ryan is back and he says to Kate boss I got you a water bottle and some fruit. Since it might be a while before the food arrives Hmm Ryan is Kate your boss. To be continued. …..

[moscnios]

Hellooow there!! How are you? I hope you're doing well darling 💚 So just if you're taking asks (I can't find where I can know if you take them or not😭😭) could you write about Zoro playfully manhandling you all day and wanting to expose a lot the size difference between you two with him being like "You're so damn small!! If I was drunk I could probably mistake you for a doll..." and also like "you barely weigh anything how do you even SURVIVE??" And you're like NO SIR! I'm normal-sized you're the huge one!! - preferably with she/her pronouns and maybe do it fluffy then smutty?👀- Thanks in advance if you want to do it ☺️ and sorry if it's bothers you in any way 💚 Have a wonderful day/night/evening!!!💜💜

PRETTY DoLL+ / ☻

☻  /  pairing . . .  f!reader ( she/her ) x roronoa zoro.

☻  /  type of love . . .  romantic.  physical.

☻  /  synopsis . . .  zoro has always teased ( y/n ) about the size difference the two of them share. when he gets a bit too handsy and ( y/n ) pushes him a bit too far, he plans to prove just how doll-like she is.

☻  /  content warnings . . .  nsfw. afab!reader. ( “cunt” used to describe gentials among others ) unprotected sex. rough sex. vaginal penetration. dirty talk. degradation. ass slapping. tit slapping. size kink. brief handjob. usage of the pet name “doll”. etc. not proofread. 18+. minors DNI.

☻  /  commentary . . .  umm...let me start off with an apology because...i am a zoro fucker above all else. there is not an inch of fluff in this i am SO sorry. but it’s here and it’s probably REALLY bad. but i had a dream and one chance to make it, so we’re at this stage LMAOOO. i hope this is okay.

“Look at how small you are. You’re like a doll. I could do what I want with.” Zoro’s playful voice was laced with lust. She could feel his arrogant smirk against the sensitive skin of her neck. “I could break you, you know that?”

“I’d love to see you try,” She teased, even if she was in no position to be teasing him. Especially when it was clear he wasn’t just playing around anymore.

He had been manhandling her from the moment he woke up from his nap. She walked by him, only to have his strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her down into his lap with ease.

Or when he used her as a weight for his creative workout. Using her as a weight on his back during pushups, squatting with her on his shoulders, and even deadlifting her. All while he repeatedly reminded her of just how small she was, how doll-like she was.

Or even when carried her on his shoulder into the kitchen, where they had stopped and he put her down. Of course not before playfully smacking her ass.

Now the swordsmen had her pressed against the edge of the kitchen counter. He reached around her body, unbuttoning her shorts and yanking them down to her ankles, “Take the shorts off.”

She did as he said, stepping out of them, kicking them off to the side. She had reached for the waistband of her panties, only to have her hands smacked away, followed by a smack to her ass, much rougher than the smack from before.

( y/n ) jolted in surprise with a small yelp of his name, leaning against the cold surface of the counter, her back arching. The swordsmen rubbed the spot he smacked, “When did I say to take these off doll?”

“You didn’t...” Her answer came out as a mere whisper.

Another smack.

She wriggled against the surface, a mewl leaving her lips.

“Louder.”

“You didn’t!”

He reached down to pull her back up, entrapping her between the kitchen counter and his body. His hands were on her waist. Her back was pressed against his strong chest, while her backside was pressed against his hardened cock strained in his pants, “Right, I didn’t.” He licked a stride up to the shell of her ear, “I’ll undress my little doll however the fuck I want. Got it?”

“Got it,” She repeated.

He removed one of his rough hands from her waist, holding two fingers up to her mouth.

“Suck.”

She took his fingers into her warm mouth, coating his thick digits in her saliva. She bobbed her head on his calloused fingers, wiggling her bare ass against him.

He took his other hand, allowing just one finger to slide up her clothed slit, making her moan. He smirked, “You’re soaking wet. You love this. You love being treated like a little fuck doll, don’t you?” ( y/n ) nodded her head vigorously and hummed against his digits.

He slid her soaked panties to the side. When his fingers were wet to his liking, he removed them, a string of saliva still connecting them to her pretty tongue. He brought them down to her core, shoving them inside of her. He wasted no time pumping them in and out of her at a rough and fast pace.

She barely had time to process the action, already moaning from him hitting all the right places, knowing just how to make her feel amazing. She turned her head, capturing his lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. She moaned into his mouth, as he sucked on her tongue. The kiss became sloppy, drool (both her own and Zoro’s) seeped out of the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her white button-down shirt. He was making a real mess of her, and she was loving every second of it.

From the intoxicating effects of both his thick fingers and mouth, her body wrenched, her legs giving in. She pulled away from his mouth, using a hand to hold herself on the edge of the kitchen counter. The other hand was behind her, gripping her lover’s side, as a loud moan of his name left her pretty mouth.

His fingers slowed, helping her ride out her orgasm. He couldn’t even hide that arrogant grin of his, seeing just at what he was doing to her. But from the looks of his raging cock still strained in his pants, he was just starting.

Barely giving her a minute to catch her breath, Zoro swiftly lifted her all the way onto the counter. He positioned her just the way he wanted her, as if she were really a doll.

( y/n ), now sitting on the counter, had now faced him, legs propped up onto the surface, giving the swordsmen the best view of her wet cunt that so desperately needed to be filled by him.

He reached up to unbutton a few of the top buttons of her shirt, just enough to reveal her bra. It was ( y/n ) who had reached down to pull her breasts out of the cups of her bra. She looked up at him with doe-like eyes, she knew he loved when she looked up at him like that.

Zoro had finally rid himself of his restrictive pants, pulling out of his cock, the tip already oozing with pre-cum. He playfully slapped her cunt, before aligning his head up with her core. He rubbed the tip in her arousal. She watched his movements, mouth agape, her breath hiking up at every inch he got further into actually fucking her.

She needed him inside.

When he was satisfied, Zoro slowly began to sink into her tightness, earning a deep moan from her. He held her hips in place to keep her from wiggling, sinking inch by inch, watching his cock disappear. A light grunt fell past his lips in satisfaction, as he was balls deep inside.

He slowly rolled out, only leaving the tip inside of her before snapping his hips forward in a hard thrust. “Oh fuck,” She moaned out.

The pace he set into her was already rough and sloppy. He was too horny, wanting nothing to fuck her silly to even play around anymore.

He couldn’t help himself, alternating between roughly squeezing and slapping her tits, making her squirm underneath him. Finally tearing away his attention from her bouncing tits, his cock twitched at the sight of the bulge that appeared and disappeared with his thrusts, outlining the shape of his cock. It gave him a sense of pride, and something else to tease her about. He reached down to rub rapid, messy circles on her clit.

“You’re fucking made for me. Oh, my perfect little fuck doll.”

It was moments like this that truly exposed their size difference. Zoro’s huge stature, towering over her. It always gave him such a rush. It was just something that turned him on beyond belief.

Watching her lose control on his cock that was splitting her wide open. Drool running down the side of her mouth, the way her eyebrows furrowed, the way she struggled to keep her eyes open, the way her velvet walls clenched around his cock. She was so hot like this.

“May I...cum?” She mewled out to him.

“Cum for me, ( y/n ).”

Her second orgasm ripped through her body, her back arching off of the counter as she came around him. It was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He pulled out in a rush, jerking his cock. “On your fucking knees. Keep your mouth closed.”

She had climbed off of the counter, dropping to her knees on the floor. It was pretty easy as she could barely feel her legs anyway. She dropped before him, replacing his hand with her own, jerking his cock.

With a loud grunt, Zoro reached his orgasm, painting her face with his cum, “What a pretty little fuck doll you are.”

© MANGEKYUOU. / ☻

[vannybarber]

Eyes Forward

Summary: Let's face it, long haired Chris is irresistible. So you take your chances.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f to m), handjob, rimming (f to m), LONG HAIRED CHRIS, fluff 🥺 this gif can absorb me 🥵.

Watching the two beautiful brown skinned goddesses grind and makeout on the screen, you couldn't help the puddle forming in your panties. This wasn't the first time you and your buddy Christopher have watched explict films together. In fact, it was one of you guys' favorites genres.

You and Chris had found a show called 'The Wire', which has a 9.3 rating on IMDB. A rating that high on such a stingy app had to be good. A sex scene between the two women had arrived, which threw you both off because of how unfiltered it was. But you weren't complaining. Neither was Chris.

He was fixated on the TV, watching the view before him, a boner visibly formed through his grey sweats. Trying to adjust himself, he fails as he gets distracted again by the close up of them.

Getting a sudden burst of bravery, you maneuver your left hand onto his bulge and rub it in a slow motion. He whips his head at you, puzzled, but somehow absentmindedly grinding himself onto your hand.

You put your index finger to your mouth and point back to the screen with a small smirk. He follows your silent orders without protest. It's not like he could form words at the moment anyway.

The scene gets more intense as the woman straddling Sonja, the actress, breasts show on the screen and she takes them both in her mouth. Chris sucks in a breath, which is quickly covered with a cough as you add pressure to his covered length. You let a giggle escape from your pressed lips.

You turn your body so your front is fully facing his right side and switch hands, laying your right one back on his pants and your left around his neck.

"Y/N..", he says through gritted teeth.

"Shh and keep your eyes foward." You nibble on his ear and squeeze him to affirm your instructions. Moving your lips down to his neck, planting long but soft kisses, he groans, thrusting himself up in your grip. Getting at his hints, you push your hand inside his pants and slowly smooth a soft but firm way down his shaft. It almost shocked you how long it took your fingertips to reach the head.

You look up at Chris and his eyes are slowly closing so you squeeze him in your hand. He shoots his eyes open and looks at you.

"Do not close your eyes. Keep them open and watch the TV" you command in a rather stern voice. "Don't they look amazing?" He nods his head in agreement.

"The one with the short hair has beautiful tits." You smile because he's absolutely right.

"Yes, she does. Look at the way she's sucking them." As you comment on the scene, you rub your hand up and down his cock as much as possible, but grow frustrated with the restriction of his clothes. "Take your pants off."

He moves to shove his jeans down and kicks his feet out the holes. Getting a better view, he is well endowed. You take both hands and stroke him. He can't help but watch, but the scene is over so you don't scold him.

"You like that baby?" You coax him, moving a little faster. You both make eye contact and he breathlessly lets out a 'yes'. You bit your lip and smile. Catching him off guard, you dip your head down and take him in your mouth.

He maneuvers his right hand onto your ass, giving it a squeeze. You moan around him, making him groan and thrust up into your mouth. Suddenly you pull back. He quickly gets worried.

"What's wrong?" You cup his cheek.

"Oh nothing. As much as I love you feeling on my ass, I want you to see me sucking your cock."

With that, you slide off the couch and on your knees in between his legs. He sighs, appeased and adjusting himself so he could get the perfect view.

"Hope you weren't worried there." You joke, smiling and winking at him. He grins, shaking his head. He's still rock solid and throbbing when you grab his cock again and sliding your mouth back on it.

After bobbing your head up and down for some time, you take him out and push his legs further out to drag your tounge from the very bottom, swirling around his tight hole. You let out a hot breath over it, resulting in him letting out a small whimper while you pump him faster.

You move back up, tongue still on him and lick up his wide shaft and take him back in your mouth, finishing him off. A few more seconds and you feel him twitch.

"Fuck, I'm 'bout to cum" he groans out. Warm shots of his seed score in your throat and slide down your tongue. Satisfied, you suck up and off him, making sure you collect every drop. You open your mouth, and show him the mess he made in you. He nods with approval.

"Swallow."

You gulp down all the sweet content and smile at him. Getting off your knees, you strip from your clothes, pussy aching from the need to have him inside you. He watches as you remove everything, all your forbidden parts coming into view.

"Like whatcha see, Evans?" You smirk at him.

"Yeah, but I'd like it better if it was inside it." He doesn't have to say any more. You climb on his lap and pull his shirt over his head, ginger locks falling back into place.

"Ya know, I'm really loving this look. You should keep your hair like this." You comb your fingers through his silky hair, mesmerized with it.

"If it makes you do shit like this, I'm just might." He traces his fingers on your thighs and moves them up your hips and on your back, pushing you towards him. Your lips plant on his, moving in perfect motion, not missing one beat.

Mouths staying connected, you grab his cock and meet it with your entrance and sink down slowly to feel it stretch every wall. You suck in a breath and moan, fully seated on him. After getting comfortable, you pull away and start moving on him. Looking in his eyes, you search for his breaking point. The move that's gonna do it for him.

"You like that baby? You like when I bounce on your cock?" His eyes shift almost at your verbal attack. He slaps your ass in response but also a warning. You just grin. It's working.

"Gotdamn Y/N, you're so fucking tight." His face crunches up, head thrown to the cushion of the couch. You squeeze him as a thanks. Workouts pay off.

"A tight, wet pussy and a big ole cock, what'd you expect?" You kind of laugh as you move faster on him. You could feel him touching every spot inside you, that sharp ping of pleasure hitting you everytime you slide back up.

"Fuck, daddy you're gonna make me cum," you whine out, not being able to handle the feeling, like you asserted before. You flatten your palms on his shoulders and try to bounce as fast as you can, but the ecstasy is weakening your ability. Chris takes notice and quickly solves the issue.

Pushing you towards him, he adjusts your knees up a little closer to his hips and grips your ass and starts fucking into you. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and drop your head down beside his.

"Mmm Chris that feels so," you let out a whimper when he hits your spot 2 thrusts in a row, "so good."

"Mhm you thought you were the one in control, didn't you sweetheart?" The sound of your ass hitting his thighs accelerates your want to cum. You need it so bad.

"Shoving your hand down my pants, tryna seduce me, but who's the one getting her pretty little hole fucked??" At every word, a thrust gets harder and your mind goes even more blank.

You can't even form words, only adorable tiny noises and moans leaving your vocal box. He grips your waist roughly, not satisfied with your answer.

"You better fucking answer me or I'll stop right now and make you suck me off again and this sweet little pussy won't get to cum." He slaps your sore pussy and you inhale a single, but deadly breath.

"I am! I'm getting my little h-hole fucked," you scream. It was humiliating, but that's what made it more arousing. You tried to be in control, but failing effortlessly once he was deep inside you.

"Good baby. Daddy's fucking this hole way better than anyone else could, so it's only fair that it belong to me now, right?" He looks up at you and grabs your face to look him in the eyes. "This pussy is mine, yeah?"

At this point, fuck it.

"Yes, Daddy my hole belongs to you! All my holes are yours." You could feel that familiar pressure rising in the pit of your stomach as he fucks up in it. You grow excited, but more determined to make it last.

"I'm gonna cum," you moan as he lets your face go, but not breaking eye contact. "Make me cum, Daddy. I wanna cum all over your cock. I want it so bad. More than anything!"

"Just let go, baby. Let go for Daddy." His voice is soft and encouraging. You do as he says and let your orgasm take over your body. He could feel your hot cum spreading all over the head of his cock.

In retaliation, he shortly follows, filling your pussy to the brim, quite more than he ever has before.

"I feel so full." You sigh, content and fulfilled. A dopey smile is on your face and your body is limp. He rubs your back and plants kisses on the side of your face and on your shoulder blade.

"I'm gonna go give you a bath. Alright, bear?" He turns his head, waiting for you to look at him and give the 'ok'. You lift your head.

"Can we just stay here for a little bit longer please?" He kisses your nose and wraps his arms around you, securing you to him.

"Of course." You lie your head back down and close your eyes.

You could get used to this.

I know I said I was gonna finish this a long time ago, but I got distracted per usual 😭 hope you guys liked it 🧡

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Dinner couldn't have gone better. Sure, Seonghwa's dad mostly ignored you, only throwing questions here and there to avoid Seonghwa's mom nagging at him. But he was mostly preoccupied with his phone. At one point, while his dad was so focused on his phone, Seonghwa leaned close to you and whisper 'one of the mistresses' to you, making you giggle.

"You know, (Y/N), I don't think I've ever seen Seonghwa smiled this wide when he's around us, you must be a pretty special lady," his mom said to you with a gentle smile.

You blushed in slight embarrassment at the compliment, "I sure hope so, ma'am, because I gotta say that he's very special to me too," you said as you look up to Seonghwa.

Hearing you said that made Seonghwa bit his bottom lip to prevent him from giggling out loud. So he opted to place a hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently, letting you know how he appreciated your words. Seeing this, his mom squealed and gushed about how adorable you both are and how glad she is that he found you.

Even after the topic was changed, Seonghwa didn't seem to lift his hand off of your thigh. He had actually moved to caress it gently with his fingers. You assumed it helped him be at ease so you didn't think much about it and let him be.

As dinner progressed to dessert, you found yourself having fun bonding with his mom and sometimes his dad when he wasn't glaring at his phone or when his mom directly addressed him. You realized that his parents are actually unlike most rich parents which then would explain why Seonghwa is who he is. Maybe minus the cheating father.

One other thing you realized is that Seonghwa's hand that was on your thigh had moved significantly higher, it was resting inside your skirt, just a bit past the hem, and that he was sitting closer than before. You felt your heartbeat quicken as his fingers drew shapes on your inner thigh, exhilarated yet worried and slightly embarrassed as his parents are directly across from you two.

"Honey, there's the Kims, we should go and say hi," his mom said, tapping his dad's arm and they immediately went over to the other table after excusing themselves for one second.

As quickly as they left, Seonghwa snapped his head to you in a panicked state, "quick, take off your panties!" he said in a hurried tone. You widened your eyes at him and stared at him as if he was crazy. But he kept urging you with a panicked voice, ultimately rendering you panicked as well. Nevertheless, you did as told and slyly slip your panties off and lift them with your legs to capture them but Seonghwa beat you to the punch as he took the panties and stashed them in his pockets. Just in time as his parents return to the table. Seonghwa sent you an inconspicuous wink and that was when you realized that he has a plan.

The first time he made a move was when you were taking a sip of your water. He let his finger roamed up and slip easily to your folds, almost making you choke.

"Oh gosh, dear, are you alright?" his mom asked you. You wanted to answer but you were still coughing slightly. Seonghwa took this as an opportunity. He used his perfect-boyfriend act when he pulled your hair out of your face and dab his napkin around your mouth, perfectly covering his other hand that managed to slip deep into your hole, almost making you choke again.

First strike.

His next move was when he was seemingly very much absorbed in a conversation about business with his parents, leaving you out of the conversation but still paying attention to you. Though his hand was still under your skirt, it remained stagnant and still.

But out of nowhere, as he talked about acquisition and mergers, his fingers pinched your clit rather harshly. You jolted up in surprise as your legs clamped shut, trapping Seonghwa's hand inside.

Again, his mom asked whether or not you were okay, and you tried your best to convinced her that you are despite Seonghwa's fingers' constant teasing. When Seonghwa turned around to look at you, you saw the smug smirk on his face and by God you never wanted to smack someone more.

Second strike.

The last strike was when you all were having dessert and Seonghwa pretended to have dropped his fork. You were on edge since he had taken his hand out for a while and the slick in your pussy had started to bother you.

He ducked down under the table just as you shifted the position of your legs. He saw his, literal, opening and slotted his face between your legs and licked a stripe up your pussy. Thank God for the table cloth or else you both would've been kicked out of the restaurant for sure.

You let out a sharp squeak which was thankfully held back a little because you had your mouth close.

Just as quickly as you reacted to him, Seonghwa also quickly returned to his position, playing the act of a perfect, doting boyfriend. "Baby, you okay? You don't look well," he made a fuss by pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and cheeks which were red because you've been blushing out of embarrassment and arousal.

"You know what, Seonghwa, sweetie, you should really take (Y/N) here home, take care of her, alright?" his mom said.

You smiled sheepishly at her and also to Seonghwa's dad, "I'm so sorry I had to cut things short," you told them. Seonghwa's mom laughed wholeheartedly at you as she waved her hands around, "it's no problem at all, darling. Besides, we're going to meet each other again soon, I'm going to make sure Seonghwa bring you to family dinner, okay?" she smiled warmly at you. Even his dad managed to look up at you and smiled genuinely.

After bidding your goodbyes to both of them, Seonghwa took your hand in his and immediately ran out to get his car from the valet. As you both waited, you grip on the lapel of his blazer and tugged him close to you, "how fucking dare you," you muttered lowly.

Seonghwa smirked and brushed his lips against the skin of your cheek, "can't help it baby, you looked so damn good and knowing I prettied you up made me... hungry," he growled. His lips moved to your ear to inconspicuously nibble on your earlobe, "who's your daddy?"

Your legs almost wobbled at that. If Seonghwa hadn't had his arm around you, you sure would've dropped to the ground and let him take you then and there.

But thankfully the car came right at that moment and to say you bolted yourself into the car.

Once Seonghwa got onto the driver's seat, he gripped onto your arm and stared at you intently, "you are not to touch yourself, you got me?" he stated. You stammered, you wanted to protest but he only stared at you, unmoving.

You jutted your lips and crossed your arms in protest, staring forward in disappointment. Much to your surprise, Seonghwa smacked your thigh hard enough to make it red, "I said, you got me?" he stressed each word, indicating that he needed verbal confirmation from you. "y-yes, I understand, I won't touch myself," you whimpered.

Satisfied, Seonghwa rubbed the reddened spot on your thigh and began driving.

Whilst Seonghwa was focused on driving, an idea popped into your head. A quite dangerous one at that. But you really wanted to get back at him for playing with you in front of his parents. You didn't know what made you decide on going forth, but you were sure your horniness had a large play.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

"What are you-" Seonghwa's words were cut off with his own moan as you delved down to take his dick deep in your mouth. Hearing him moaned out only egged you to go on further.

You deepthroated Seonghwa as best as you could, sucking him whilst letting your hand play with his balls.

"B-baby, you ca-an't do this," he said through gritted teeth. You peered up only to see his eyes glued to the road, but his hands were gripping onto the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turned white. You took him out of your mouth to pump him in with your hand instead, you rested your head on his thighs and looked up to him with a pout on your face, "you said I couldn't play with myself, well I'm not! I'm playing with you, you and your pretty cock," you proceeded to lick along the vein of his dick.

Seonghwa groaned as his resolve started to wither away. Even whilst preoccupied with Seonghwa's dick, you could feel that he was speeding to go back.

With every suck or pump, Seonghwa's dick hardened and along with that, his need to cum. It was a gamble, sure, but you couldn't help yourself. It was a sudden automatic urge to tease Seonghwa. Maybe you could blame it on hanging out with Wooyoung too much.

You continued bobbing your head on Seonghwa's cock as quickly as you can. You started something and you wanted to make sure that you're going to finish. And by finish you meant him cumming down your throat.

Due to being so focused on Seonghwa's dick, you hadn't realized that you both had arrived at the frat. The car came to a full stop in front of the frat and was put in park.

Just as you were about to release Seonghwa from your mouth, Seonghwa held your neck and groaned, "you best keep your head there until I cum so deep down your throat that you'd choke," he ordered.

You happily obliged and returned to work him. Seonghwa's demand to make him cum only encourage you. You'd bob your head on him, fondle his balls, graze your teeth against his tip, and squeeze his dick. It proved to be very effective as Seonghwa threw his head back and began to thrust his own hips up to your mouth, wanting more.

His lips began calling out your name in moans. You could imagine his eyes screwed shut as he desperately chased his release.

It wasn't until two, three more deepthroating that he came in your mouth. You could feel his dick twitched in your mouth as his warm cum trickle down your throat. The feeling made you moan and the vibration of your voice shot up from his dick to his spine, making him shudder.

You managed to swallow all of him clean, not leaving a single drop out. After you detached yourself from his dick, you could feel that he was about to pull you in for a kiss. But you expertly evaded him and dart out of his car into the frat instead.

"Hey- wait!" Seonghwa called out, cursing and immediately shoving his dick back into the pants and lock the car to follow after you.

When you walked into the frat, you ran past San and Jongho who were on the couch, watching something on the tv. You ran straight to the staircase and aim for Seonghwa and Hongjoong's bedroom.

Maybe it was because you weren't exactly running away from him, or maybe he was really just that fast, but he caught up to you mid-step and heave you up onto his shoulder wordlessly. He sent a spank onto your ass, making you yelp loudly. The sound of your voice didn't break his focus as he immediately entered your room.

As soon as he put you down on the floor, he gripped onto your chin and kissed you roughly.

"Strip naked for me," he said against your lips before letting you go. The serious tone in his voice made you hurriedly tug all of your clothes off and simply shove them to the side somewhere.

When you finally looked up, you saw Seonghwa on your bed, naked with his cock in his hand. He motioned for you to come to him with one hand while his other one was sliding up and down his slick shaft. The sight was so arousing, you could've sworn your juice leaked out of you.

"Ride me," he ordered as soon as you arrived next to the bed. You immediately obliged, throwing a leg over him and immediately slip his dick inside your pussy. Both of you moaned loudly when you felt how he filled you up and he felt how warm you are.

"Fucking move baby, I need you so bad," Seonghwa moaned out. His hips rolled up against yours and immediately you took the hint. You anchored yourself on his chest and began thrusting yourself up and down his dick. You threw your head back at the feeling and let out a long moan.

Not wanting you to work by yourself, Seonghwa gripped your hips and began meeting your thrusts. The sudden powerful hit from his hips made your arms weak and you almost toppled over onto his body.

"H-Hwa, you feel so good," you moaned out, moving your hips faster on him. Seonghwa reached a hand up to your breast and began squeezing and playing with your nipple, adding to the pleasure even more. "You feel even better, baby," he said, tongue licking his bottom lip.

The sight of his tongue was enough to drove you almost mad. You leaned forward and crash your lips to his, locking you both in a desperate kiss all the while your hips move as quickly as it could, not minding the fact that you might be sore tomorrow. Tonight, you only thought about Seonghwa fucking you.

Both of you moved in tandem with each other. Seonghwa held you as close as he could, a hand wrapped around your waist and another grabbing onto your ass, squeezing the flesh hard. Meanwhile, you were busy exploring Seonghwa's mouth with your tongue, his own tongue would even fight you for dominance.

Maybe it was because Seonghwa had been teasing you all through dinner, but you felt yourself so close to the edge. Your pussy clenched on his dick, signalling him of your impending climax.

As if to tell you to cum, Seonghwa planted his feet on your bed and began thrusting at a pace much quicker than yours. Because you were on top of him, you could feel him thrusting deep in you, rubbing onto your sweet spot continuously until you froze and came on top of him. His lips prevented you from moaning too loud which was a shame but you couldn't really protest.

It took Seonghwa a couple more thrust into your clenching pussy before he completely emptied himself in you. Both of your cum mixing and trailing down your thighs onto his and even dropping onto the bed.

The once ferocious kiss changed to a romantic one as Seonghwa nibbled onto your bottom lip sweetly. You could feel him smile against your own lips.

"You did great, baby," he said, letting your body drop down fully on top of him. When he was about to slip out of you, you whined in protest and hugged him tightly like a koala. Seonghwa chuckled at your adorableness, he carded a hand through your hair sweetly and peck your forehead, "we gotta clean up, baby, you've got cum in you and everywhere else," he said.

You whined and buried your face onto the crook of his neck in protest, "do that tomorrow, I like having you inside me," you pouted. Though his instinct told him to remove you and clean up, he couldn't say no to you. He knew he has no power if it comes to anything concerning you.

So he defeatedly sighed and somehow covered both of your bodies with your blanket. He made sure that you were in a comfortable position before closing his own eyes to get some rest.

The last thing you heard was him telling you goodnight and then a soft peck landed on your forehead before you drifted off to dreamland.

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[varietaltiger23]

okayy hear me out, your writing is so wholesomeee. i’ve scrolled through everything and im wondering can i get sth for myself too 😭

chifuyu has a boyfriend and he’s damn tall, almost as tall as draken, but he looks thin, kinda pale, and so squishy (people want to pinch his cheeks 😫), like a big puppy ya know. everyone is teasing the shit out of chifuyu saying he’s the bottom (ofc he’s not 😈) and reader said nothing ‘bout that, even dared to chuckled at him (it pissed him off 🌝). poor chifuyu got all flustered, uhm so, he wanted to teach his baby boy a lesson about attitudeee. reader kneeling in front of him and taking his cock so well i-

feel like he’s gonna be the softest dom ever too.

also, you are doing great! please keep going. i feel so miraculous that i found your blog. thank you! 💗

I'm hearing but the fluff has honestly hurt my heart, I can't handle the little fluff smut I wrote cause it's just loving.

This has/contains : deep throating, bit of cock warming, prepping, honestly a but fluffy cause of how loving chifuyu is, I can be freak nasty but the moment I see fluff or write it I'm blushing and squirming like a middle schooler seeing their crush.

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Laughing, that's what chifuyu's closest friends were doing. Laughing about how he said he was the top.

Cause how could someone so short take you on. You're almost the same height as draken with only an inch separate and not only were you laughing oh no ,no, no you were making jokes about how high pitched chifuyu voice goes. In chifuyu defense you were just begging to get punishment and a nice reminder who tops who in the sheets and how to act in the streets.

That's why you're on your knees cock warming chifuyu as he watches with a blank stare. You had been still since you reached his base in hopes it would lighten his mood.

Guess it didn't since when you tried to start bobbing your head, he snapped at you to stay still and hold him in your mouth. Every part of your body ached from being in the same position for an hour.

"You enjoy making a joke outta me, bet everyone would be suprised to see you taking my dick with a trembling body." Chifuyu said as he grabbed his phone off of his bed and started scrolling through it.

So this was your punishment, cock warming him while he acts like you don't exist. The thought of using your tongue to caress the underlie of his dick seemed more and more arousing but what would the punishment evolve into.

Shit your dick hurt, maybe a small rut wouldn't hurt. Besides chifuyu was just having a fit so he can shove it. With the last thought you shove your lower body onto chifuyu foot and started rutting against his right leg while beginning to bob your head to give him some pleasure.

"You really think that's gonna help, if you stop rutting and put your back into it and I might fuck you" chifuyu said as he pushed your knees apart and pulled his legs away so you could rest in between his thighs.

With the promise of getting fucked, you start going faster allowing chifuyu to hear every gag and wet sound. Slowly trailing both hands up chifuyu with one resting and the other sneaking to massage his balls. The quicker chifuyu came then the quicker he would finally fuck you.

"Shit, shit, shit you better not think of even stopping if you don't want me to tie your ass up and leave you. " chifuyu warned as he thrusted up while letting a hand hover behind your head ready to hold you down when he cums.

Deciding now would be the perfect to start putting your tongue to work and letting it massage the underside until chifuyu finally brought his hand down. The grip of his hand would probably leave a little mark but that was the least of your worries after all now you had to swallow and focus on your surroundings.

Chifuyu watched intensely every gulp you made, even during punishments you're still so good. Always making sure he gets pleasure even when you're focused with your needs for a minute, you always think of him.

Chifuyu gently pulled you off his dick while caressing your face. And smiling as he watched you lean on him.

"You did so good, the best baby I could ever ask for. Now hop on the bed so I can get you prepped, just let on your back and I'll take care of everything else." Chifuyu whispered softly while helping you onto the bed by first picking you up and laying you down then left kisses everywhere he could reach while moving to rest between your legs.

Leading a trail of kisses from your ankle all the way down to your pelvis. Chifuyu gave one last look up and waited till you nodded to move his mouth so he could start prepping you. He started out with small licks and sucking until he decided he lubed the outside enough to start pushing his tongue inside.

"Need more fuyu, I can take it." Was the words he heard before he felt your legs move behind his arms to try and encourage him.

With confirmation from you, chifuyu started fucking you with his tongue and slipped his pointer and ring finger in while moving them in a scissor movement. You might hate how slow he's going but he rather have you stretched beyond hell thank to hurt his baby

Maybe he should just stay layed down here for a minute. It was nice, comfy, and he could feel every shudder and whine. He loved when he would feel the racking shudder letting him know he hit your prostate dead on but he would save those thoughts for maybe a round two. He still needed to fuck a good adittude into you after all.

You watched with anticipation as chifuyu pushed himself upward and jerkes himself a bit while he gazed down, watching every twitch and hip rolling.

Pushing on your stomach softly to still you while he slowly pushed in and stopping everytime you tried to push your hips towards him.

"Just relax baby, ill take care of everything. You did your part now I'm gonna do mine." Chifuyu said as he bottomed out and started a slow but deep pace.

Tonight would be a long one but at least you could remember every gentle touch and loving word.

[finelinevogue]

https://youtu.be/YUKeT1Alu08

Can you do something based of this video ? Where YN is really short and Harry is picking her up and puts her around his waist or something ?

that video made me so uncomfortable to watch because it's such an invasion of their privacy :( but of course i can write something similar to it;

A day off was exactly what you had been craving.

The days in between shows seemed to become more and more needed. You craved them more, so you couldn't imagine what Harry felt for them. Tour was always difficult, having to move from one state to the next and having to deal with jet-lag, but Harry still powered on through because his fans deserved nothing less. They were the exact reason he was even here in Florida in the first place, so he could not complain about the shows. He gave 110% of his energy every single time and nothing less.

Now, swimming in the sea off the coast of Tampa, you couldn't be more thankful for the day off.

There was a whole bunch of you that had walked down to the beach, behind your hotel, for an afternoon swim. Everyone was ecstatic to catch some rays of sun in a warmer climate than freezing cold New York and swim in the moderately warm ocean.

After setting up on some sun beds, a lot of you made your way into the ocean. It took a while for you to get in, making unflattering noises as the water was slightly cold in comparison to the atmospheric climate. Harry and the boys were eager to dive in head first, not wanting to look like wusses. You and Sarah and Glenne took your time, wading yourselves into the water until you were at a comfortable height of your breasts.

The boys were playing with an inflatable beach ball they'd brought, smashing it around and playing handball or something. You were quite happy to bob around in the water, watching your boyfriend splash around like he was a bloody mermaid. Sarah and Glenne said that you should go join them, to which you agreed. However there was one problem. You were quite small.

You weren't ridiculously small, but compared to everyone else you were definitely small. So whilst the area they'd chosen to play in, they could all stand up still on the seabed you couldn't touch it at all. You had to tread water and keep yourself afloat, which was quite tiring. The waves were also quite relentless towards you, passing over everyone else calmly but to you they kept on waving over your head and drowning you for a few seconds each time.

The ball came flying over towards you next and you started making a swim for it, before the other team could, but you saw Harry start to swim for it too. It was boys vs girls, you see, so the competition was hot. You were so close to getting to it, before a wave came and pushed you underwater. You held your breathe, but not for as long as the other times because you recognised Harry's hand grip onto you arm and pull you above the surface.

Gasping for air again and pushing your hair back out of your face, you grimaced as you were left with the salty taste of the oceans' water.

"What're y'doing, y'muppet! You're not a bloody fish y'know?" Harry laughed at you, brining his knee up to a right angle so you could sit on his thigh whilst you rubbed your eyes free of water and regained your orientation.

"Can't reach the chuffin' ocean floor, can I?" You asked rhetorically, finally looking at him once you were okay.

"Sometimes I forget how small y'are, love." He teased, but you hit him on his chest before he could laugh any further.

"Sometimes I forget how small y'dick is too." You replied in annoyance, before pushing yourself off of Harry's thigh and swimming away.

You hated being teased about your height and Harry knew that full well. It was something you'd always been self conscious of and there were enough articles written about it to only make it worse. Harry was a whole foot taller than you, not that you cared particularly and neither did he, but when you got reminded of it you always felt insecure. You wish you were taller.

"Oi, Styles, toss us the ball mate." Sarah asked and Harry carelessly threw it over to her, ignoring the shouts and groans from the rest of his teammates about how he'd betrayed them. Harry didn't really care though, because he started swimming after you.

As you were swimming another wave rolled over the top of you and you were submerged. You waited for the wave to pass before resurfacing and catching your breathe. You struggled to wipe your eyes when you couldn't touch the bottom floor. Harry was quick to catch up with you though and allow you the privilege of sitting on his thigh once more, after he'd pulled you over onto it.

"Come to make another short joke?" You asked sarcastically, wiping your eyes as he kept his hands around your waist this time so you couldn't swim away.

"I came, so that y'wouldn't drown." He answered and you silently thanked him for that, because otherwise you might've been a lot further down in the ocean right now.

"I think an apology would be better."

"I'm sorry, love. That was mean of me and I won't do it again." He said, looking into your eyes as you studied the sincerity of his apology before leaning in to give him a kiss. He stopped you before you could reach them however.

"Aren't y'going to apologise f'saying m'dick is small?" He asked.

"I'm not going to apologise for speaking the truth." You cheekily smiled, knowing that you had been speaking everything but the truth.

Harry chuckled deeply, before swinging you around in his hold until you were sat pressed tight against his waist. Your arms locked around his neck as his stayed around your waist and your legs locked behind him just above his bum. He was stood firmly on the ground and you now faced his heigh, so you no longer had to tackle against the waves.

"Baby, you and I both know that I am everything but small." He spoke darkly against the breathe of your lips.

"Maybe I just forgot." You quirked your eyebrows.

"Well, maybe i'll just have to remind you." Harry answered, before carrying you out of the ocean and not putting you down until you were all the way back inside his hotel room.

[minyoongees]

comethru || myg

✧ pairing: manager!yoongi x worker!reader

✧ genre: slight angst? hurt/comfort, pathetic attempt at crack, barely there fluff

✧ word count: 2k

✧ summary: Yoongi saves you from heinous karens

✧ snip: "We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!" this bitch—

✧ warnings: karens, oc gets all panicky, bubbling anxiety, rude af people, unhealthy relations with parents, unrequited love? (oc doesn’t really know)

This fic was genuinely fun to write! I know I did not do a very good job on this it’s lengthy with useless info but it just felt important. Let me know what you think of this!

Also, the title is inspired by Jeremy Zucker's comethru

As a new worker in a big restaurant, there are a few words one could dread to hear. For example, 'You're fired' sounds horrifying, gut wrenching, all your student loans flash before your eyes. It's scary, yes, but it's not as dreadful as the infamous —

"Can I see your manager?"

"Ma'am I already told you the restaurant opens at 11:30 am, and none of the staff arrives before 11, but I'd be happy to serve you at 11:30" you assured.

BANG!

One of the three ladies with a blonde bob cut hit at the door again.

"We don't talk to low class workers, call your manager!" Called out another from the group while the bangs continued. It was so loud you were almost afraid that they will tear this place down.

"Because of the unavailability of the manager, a low class worker is all you'll have to speak to for now," you spat, "but I'd be happiest if you don't speak to me at all"

Numerous loud gasps were heard. If the head chef heard you talking like this, you'll be out of the restaurant sooner than these karens can call your manager.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO A CUSTOMER???"

"Ma'am since you have not walked into the restaurant yet, you are not our customer." you tried to explain, "The restaurant opens at 11:30 ma'am which is just in an hour and a half, I suggest you wait outside on one of the tables."

Even though it was kinda against the rules to sit on the tables unless you eat at the restaurant, but you desperately needed to get rid of the situation. The restaurant didn't even open yet, so what could be the big deal about them sitting on the benches outside. You were just hoping your manager would be understanding.

Anticipating another harsh string of words from them, the total silence that hit you surprised you. You pulled the blinds lower and peeked through them. The ladies were seated on the chairs outside, looking through their phones. Even though a bit shocked that they decided to do what you asked so easily, you didn't wanna jinx it. You thanked your lucky stars and moved on to getting the coffee machine started.

The day hasn't even started yet and the karens are here to disrupt the place already. Being the newbie, you have to come early to get this place started and on top of that, people like them are making it even harder. You clearly don't get paid enough for this.

Moving on to wiping all the tables, you were wishing that when your manger arrives, he'll understand the situation. To come to think of it, he's actually a good man and been nothing but nice to you since you joined here a month ago. He even covered up for you when you broke a plate. Another time he took the blame upon himself when you put a bit too much salt in of the dishes and a few people left unsatisfied. He's been sheltering you ever since you joined here and you've been enjoying this more than you should. Yet you still can't help but hope he handles it this time too and saves you from these heinous Karens.

brrring brrring brrring!!

The sounds catches you off guard not because of it's sudden penetration into the too good to be true silence, but because it shouldn't be ringing when it's the restaurant's hours closed. Nevertheless against your better judgement you pick it up and place the receiver between your ear and shoulder.

"Thanks for calling the Nile's! My name is y/n, how can I help you today?"

"We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!"

this bitch—

"Ma'am as I explained already, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and if you walk in by then, I'll be happy to serve you and make use of your coupons too." Is it too early to quit?

"Am I talking to the manager?" she asked penetratingly.

"The manager is not here yet, but as soon as he arrives, I'll make sure you're the first person he talks to." you tried calmly hoping it would help.

The woman on the line took a deep breath but nothing could prepare you for the coming onslaught of distress.

"Missy you've been saying this to us since the morning and yet your manager isn't here. You should not open a restaurant when you do not know how to run it.”

She was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself losing the will to live.

"You do not know my husband. If he gets to know about the way you've treated me today, your restaurant will be closed forever." She threatened and you could hear her talking from the outside. Did she know that you did not own the restaurant?? "You should be grateful to me for not telling. Now open this damn door RIGHT NOW!!”

Another round of bangs started ringing and it echoed through the walls. They seemed louder than you know they should've been. And it was the trigger. The helplessness of the situation created panic. Your eyes unfocused, your stomach churned and your heartbeat escalated. You felt trapped.

Her shrill sound coming from the phone felt like it was piercing your ear drums and you could no longer understand what she was saying. So you slammed the receiver back into place, not knowing what to do anymore.

The grip on the cloth between your fingers seemed weak. You have always been a strong woman, dealing with irrational people all your life since you spent most of it around such people. But the karens have been tormenting you since the past 30 minutes and it was bound to get to you, sooner or later. Though you'd hoped for later rather than sooner. They way they started banging on the door while demanding something from you seemed so familiar to the way your parents banged on your bedroom door when you locked yourself in to save yourself from them.

Anywho, the situation is delayed for now and you have to calm down and start working again or you won't be done till the rest of the staff comes around. You don't know till when you'll be living under Yoongi's shadows and he'll be protecting you.

You put your hands on your face and let out a deep breath. Back to work bitches.

You started wiping the tables again, trying to think about something else. That 'something else' had a lot of options for you like, how are you going to repay your student loan that you took to go to college and didn't even help you land a decent job, or how your mom has been pestering you since months to get married and you haven't the found the best way to tell her yet that you wanna focus on your career for now and become a chef, or... well let's just say you had better things to worry about. But your train off thoughts was cut short when the phone rang again.

You already knew who was calling, so you decided against picking up. The ear splitting sound of the phone again echoed through the walls and it made you want to throw the phone against a wall. You know the restaurant phones should be loud enough to be heard by the staff even when the place is busy, but it did not help with the way it was making you feel.

After what seemed like forever, it stopped ringing and you went on to work again. The phone rang several times after that and with each ring, you felt your patience slipping farther away from you. You had half the mind to pick up the phone and tell them off, but you knew it would only anger them further. Yet you couldn't let this go on so after at least a dozen calls, you decided to pick it up.

"Thanks for calling at the Nile's! My name is y/n how can I help you today?" you spoke through a sigh.

"I'VE BEEN CALLING AT THIS DAMN RESTAURANT SINCE THE PAST 2 HOURS AND NOBODY HAS PICKED IT UP." she bellowed. If you thought she was loud and shrill earlier, you would change your mind now. Also, 2 hours????? you weren’t even here 2 hours ago!

"I HAVE GOT ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE ON MY PHONE AND I WILL POST THIS ALL ON FACEBOOK THE WAY YOU HAVE TREATED ME IS NOT AT ALL A WAY TO TREAT A CUSTOMER." she didn't even pause for a breath "WAIT TILL MY HUSBAND HEARS ABOUT THIS."

You didn't dare say anything for the fear that anything that may come out of your mouth right now, may anger her further, considering, you were not the manager she hoped to talk to.

There was small hustle on the other end. You could hear the ladies outside arguing a little. After a short pause, someone spoke again.

"Am I talking to manager?" this was not the woman who yelled at you earlier but someone else.

"Yes you are, ma'am"

You let out a small shriek. Surprised to see the receiver that was in your hands a moment ago, placed against Yoongi's ear. When the hell did he get here and how did you not even realize?? Even so, a strange feeling of safety filled up your chest at the sight of him and you felt like you could breath again.

"No ma'am, we cannot do that for you. As y/n here explained to you, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and no exceptions will be made for anyone." he explained calmly and it had you hoping that they'd listen to him if not you.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused to you ma'am."

You just stood being a witness to one side of the conversation. You could hear someone talking outside the restaurant as well, but couldn't make out their exact words.

You admired his calm even in such a patronizing situation. At least to you, it was that way. In your eyes, he seemed so serene, his lips moved to utter the most calming sounds and you felt like you'd hand over your life to him if he asked you for it.

You really needed to practice professional work ethics when it came to him.

"Yes we will take care of this in the future, thank you for your suggestion."

"Ma'am we do not accept any kind of coupons for any of the meals provided here. Are you sure it is the same restaurant?"

Wait. But we do accept coupons here at the Nile's...

"No ma'am we cannot do that for you. There is no such policy, and we do not accept coupons."

"You can totally go ahead and call the police for yourself and we'll be sure to tell them how have harassed one of our workers over here." He said in an unbothered tone, gaze floating to you and you strangely found yourself looking away.

"Sure thing. Thank you for calling!"

And he placed the receiver back, as if job accomplished.

"Are you okay y/n?" He questioned. In his deep eyes, you saw genuine concern for yourself and you wanted to stay there for some while more. His voice was music to your ears and you did not want your own voice to taint the air around.

But he asked you something.

"Yeah." you said breathlessly and cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks for the help Yoongi"

It was something he insisted you call him even though the rules say he is your senior and should be addressed as so.

"Such people are so irritating and do not deserve to be let out of their homes. What kind of a husband would it be, huh!" he wondered, "though I question if there is any husband at all or she was just bluffing."

"Yeah I know right?" you didn't know what to say. "Though it was really impressive the way you handled them, I could never!"

He laughed at that. Sounded so heavenly, your knees kind of gave out.

And it was another day when he saved you. Why does he do that for you? Why was he here here so early? Why does he even try to get to close to you?

These are questions you do not have the answers to yet. You hope to get them someday. But you are happy they you are right now. Or maybe you are too afraid that the answers to these questions wouldn't be what you'd like to hear. Maybe he was just being nice and you being a horndog took the hint wrong way.

But for now, you have all the time (45 mins max before some other employee comes) to enjoy this moment with him alone in the closed restaurant, surrounded by the smell of food and his cologne and you have no idea which you like better. You wouldn't have it any other way.

masterlist | fin.