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ssamie · 4 years ago

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nine. SOFT

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 2k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"suna-kun, what is this for, exactly?" she hummed curiously as she held onto his hair

"f-for my strength of course" suna replied. he was currently tasked to do a hundred pushups by kita after lazing off at practice for way too many times. and he, for some reason, found it a good idea to make her sit on his back as he does this.

there was really no telling what ran through suna's mind when he thought it would do him well to have her weighing him down

"but wouldn't your arms hurt from carrying me?" she asked with worry lacing her tone as she prompts to stand up

"no, no. stay there." suna demanded as he pulled her back down on his back

"well, im not really the lightest girl on the planet, so this may be really hard for you.. and it's extremely embarrassing for me" she muttered with a frown "and shouldn't i be sitting closer to your lower back?" she asks "this position will give you bad backaches"

she gestured to herself, as she sat on his upper back, way too close to his shoulder blades, while her legs were slung over his shoulders

"im likely to be quite heavier than most girls since my body mass is quite higher than normal, given the muscles that i train" she said "plus.. my more fatty areas if you may" she mumbled as she cleared her throat and nervously hugged her chest

"no, no. you're perfectly fine the way you are, bunny" suna dismissed her self-deprecating comments with a scoff

"besides this keeps me motivated" he mumbled out with a content sigh as he pushed her thighs closer to his face

her hand lightly gripped his hair as she let him squish his face with her thighs. "i don't really get how this is motivating" she chuckled sheepishly

"of course you wouldn't, you're not the one feeling bliss right now" suna said, though his words were slightly muffled "alright then.." she nodded with a bit of hesitance as she felt him tremble a concerning amount

"um. suna-kun, if you think your arms are about to give out, then maybe we should stop for now" she suggested with a smile as she tries to stand up from his back

"nah, i can do this bunny" he declined in a nonchalant tone

"suna , what the hell are you doing?" aran sweat dropped as he entered the gym "oh! he's doing the punishment push-ups, aran-kun" she explained with a smile as suna shakily lifts himself up once more "yeah i get that but-"

"OI, SUNARIN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YER DOING?!" atsumu yelled as he hurriedly ran towards y/n. the blond picked her up from her armpits and carefully lowered her to the ground

"ah, that's it. the motivation's gone. i can't do this anymore" suna sulked as he let himself drop facedown on the ground "eh? is your face okay?" she asked worriedly as suna rolled over, showing his forehead which had a reddish bruise forming

"no." suna responded

"good afternoon everyone, what happened here?" kita asked them as he entered the gym "suna-kun lost his motivation" she replied with a frown as she stared down at the brunette

"i see." kita hummed in response "but that still doesn't excuse him from the punishment."

"cruel" suna mumbled from the ground

"ah, don't worry! i'll do the rest for you" she said with a bright smile as she gets down on the ground beside him "no, no. i don't think it works like that, y/n" aran dismissed her suggestion as he picks her up from the ground

"its fine! he only had to do eighty more, after all" she chuckled as she waved her hand dismissively "i can do it quite quickly"

"y/n-san, you shouldn't face his punishments for him." kita told her with a furrowed brows "after all, you've been a great manager to us, so you don't have to do anything but relax for now"

she frowned from his words and gingerly poked suna's chest, seeing as he was making no effort to move from the ground "but then suna-kun might get too tired to hang out with me later.." she muttered sulkingly as she fiddled with the ends of her braids

"yeah, kita-san" suna mused with an exaggerated pout and puppy eyes "i might not have enough energy to hang out with her"

"suna, you monster" aran snickered as he watched kita have a crisis in his head

"i.. i see." kita muttered in defeat "you can do what you want"

"but you really don't have to-"

"okay, it's your turn to get on my back then, suna-kun!" she said with a smile as she got in a push-up formation "huh? is that really necessary, bunny?" suna gulped nervously "you may not be able to carry me-"

"alright!" she cut him off as she abruptly pulled him down to sit on her, "tsumu-kun, count for us please!"

"right right!" atsumu nodded in excitement as he got down to cheer her on

"you see this, samu?! y/n-chan could probably do this better than you!" atsumu laughed tauntingly

"hah?! she's probably also better than you, fatsack!" osamu yelled back in aggravation

"hah?! well atleast i'm better than you!" atsumu defended "we'll see about that" osamu scowled as he got down on the ground beside her

"fine then, i'll just join to prove you wrong!" atsumu huffed as he too got ready to do push-ups

"theres more of us now! that's great!" she cheered cluelessly as she gave the twins a grin "alright, i'll count" suna mused as he pulled out his phone to take a video

"ready, set, go!" and thus, what was supposed to be a punishment had turned into a competition.

"h-how many have we done?!" atsumu wheeze out as he felt his arms start to tremble "hm, about a hundred and fifty maybe" she answered him with a hum as she continued to push her self up and down from the ground

"that's way more than needed!" atsumu whined

"you could always give up if you can't do it, tsumu!" osamu taunted his twin, even though he was facing some troubles as well.

"hmph, as if! this is easy!" atsumu boasted with a grin "i could do this in my sleep"

"im glad to hear that, tsumu-kun!" she beamed happily "shall we do another hundred then?"

atsumu's face dropped as she heard those words leave her mouth. his skin was turning ghostly pale as he nervously laughed in response. "a-another hundred?" he squeaked out

"yep! suna-kun seems to be enjoying this quite a lot, after all" she said with a smile as she looked at the brunette

suna was currently taking way too many selfies, which were all taken at a facebook mom angle, while he throws up peace signs and flipping off the twins "alright, now here we see the miya twins getting absolutely bodied by y/n." suna sneered to the camera as he zoomed in on the twins' faces

"look at her! look at her go!" suna cheered with a playful smirk as he patted y/n's braided locks

"the absolute best. spectacular. amazing. never been seen before. better than all of you." suna listed out

"yuh, get it best friend" suna chuckled as the twins finally gave up and let themselves drop on the ground

"ah, over already?" she said "usually i would have to do a thousand for our typical training session with my friends"

"your friends are not normal! who the heck does that?!" atsumu shrieked in horror "well, it doesn't matter now, doesn't it?" she laughed carefreely "you both did a very nice job!"

she patted their heads with a proud smile as she handed them two towels to wipe off their sweat "thanks" the twins mumbled out with a droopy smile as they relished in her sweet and gentle touches

"anyways.." she said as she abruptly retracted her hands, much to their displeasure, and turned to face suna "suna-kun, we can hang out now, now that that's done" she said in an eager tone as she excitedly rocked her heels back and forth

"yup. thanks again bunny" suna said as he slung his arm around her shoulders "but you really didn't have to do that for me" he said with a lazy hum as he led her to the benches

"oh, it's fine. it was honestly pretty easy-"

she cut herself off as she was met with suna's face inching closer to her, while his hand reaches out to hold the side of her head "eh?" she squeaked out as she blinked to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

'is he.. is he gonna kiss me?' she thought to herself

'im not ready!' she panicked as she felt her face start to get hotter

'no, no. im ready! i've been dreaming of this!' she pondered with determination

'suna-kun is gonna kiss me!' she squealed internally

'then afterwards, we can get married and live together and have a family of bunnies and hamsters! maybe we can adopt tanjiro and nezuko too-'

"your hair's all messy" suna mumbled as he grazed his fingers through the long braid before finally taking the hair tie off at the ends

"ah." she huffed out with a blank smile

she sat still as he took off her other hair tie and started undoing and untangling her braids, leaving her long and thick pink and green hair flowing down in pretty waves upon her back

"turn around for me, bunny" suna commanded in a whisper as he patted her waist to turn "o-okay" she replied nervously as she obediently turned around and kept her hands on her lap

"your hair's so pretty, bunny" suna whispered to her ear as he started combing his fingers through her soft locks "really? thank you, suna-kun" she mumbled out in gratitude as she flusteredly rubbed her hands and thighs together

"and your hair colour's so adorable. makes you look so cute" suna cooed as he played with the ends of her hair

"r-right.." she mumbled quietly as she covered her reddened face with her hands. silence had washed upon them along with the various voices of the team as suna started braiding one side of her head

"where did you learn how to braid, suna-kun?" she asked in curiosity as she held down the other half of her hair "my sister made me do her hair all the time, so i just got better as time went by" suna explained with a shrug

"can't say her hair was as nice as yours though" suna sighed "it was like a rat's nest with all the knots"

her eyes shined in adoration as she heard his adorable reason. she gripped her pounding chest as hearts start surrounding her form "suna-kun, that's so sweet!" she squealed "i never expected that from you!"

"guess so, hm?" suna mumbled out nonchalantly as he tied her hair in place

'ah, just as i'd thought' she thought to herself

'he's the perfect husband after all!' she cried happily in her mind

"anyways, what'd you wanna do?" he asks her as he proceeded to braid the other side "hm, we could go to the same place kiyoomi-kun and i went to yesterday!" she suggested with a grin

"he liked it, so im hoping you would as well" she hummed happily as suna ties the end of her braid

"is that so?" suna hummed "where is this exactly?" he asked "its a secret hideout!" she said "but.. its only a wisteria garden and a private teahouse" she admitted

"theres also a koi pond by the back, but kiyoomi-kun wasn't able to see it" she said "i was hoping to save it for you" she admitted bashfully

"for.. me?" suna muttered in surprise

"yeah.. i went there last night to prepare you food so we can eat by the pond and watch the sunset.." she mumbled "but i was also thinking of doing it at night since the fireflies would light our surroundings and it would look really pretty.." she hummed dreamily

suna blinked dumbfoundedly as he listened to her ramble on and on about their planned hangout

"but we could also-oh im sorry" she cut herself off with a nervous laugh "was i talking too much?" she asked nervously "sorry if i talked too much!"

"people say i never shut up, so you can tell me when i'm annoying you" she waved her hands dismissively "you're not annoying me, bunny" suna said with a sigh

he took her shaking hands in his and pulled her up to her feet. "let's go have that picnic you planned out, yeah?" suna asked with a small smile "wouldn't wanna let your efforts go to waste" he chuckled

"okay.." she muttered as she hung her head low. her cheeks flushed a dark pink as she nipped at her lips to calm herself and her pounding heart.

"y'know, your hands are really soft, y/n" suna said as he brought her hand up to his line of sight to further inspect it

"a-ahm! please don't do that!" she laughed sheepishly as she retracted her hand and hid it behind her back "why? what's wrong, bunny?" suna asked worriedly as he stopped in his tracks to look at her

"well, my hands aren't the prettiest so you shouldn't look at them for too long" she said with a shaky smile. suna furrowed his brows and frowned as he listened to her awfully degrading words.

"they're the prettiest, bunny. i don't get what you're talking about" he said

"well, my hands are super scarred because if sword fighting, and they're very nasty to look at" she said as she rocked on her heels "or so i've been told.." she muttered

suna sighed and slumped his shoulders, stuffing his own hands in his pockets as they quietly continued on their way. her usual smile wasn't present as she kept her vision straight ahead. her hands stayed hidden behind her back as well.

suna slyly side eyed her, debating in his head on what he would do, before coming to conclusion with a sigh "c'mon, im in the mood to eat" he said with a yawn

he grabbed her hand and stuffed it in his pocket alongside with his. his thumb lightyly rubbing shapes on the scarred skin.

'what is he doing?' she thought to herself

her eyes glistened as she put her other hand over her chest, her heart beating more erratically than before. "if we do this, you won't feel sad anymore right?" suna muttered as he looked away to avoid eyecontact

"i think so.." she mumbled in reply

"alright then, its settled" suna huffed out. "were walking like this starting now, kay?"

"that way no one'll see your hands since you don't like it" he said. his olive green eyes peered at her as he put up a nonchalant facade to throw her off.

'he's doing this all for me?' she thought to herself

'wow.. suna-kun really is the best'

she smiled happily as she scooted closer to his side. suna sighed in relief as the skip in her step finally came back, as well as the sweet melody she always seems to hum.

"are you happy now, bunny?" he asked her

"yeah! and it's all thanks to you, suna-kun!" she said as she swayed her other hand back and forth while the other stays intertwined with his

"glad i could help, bunny"

"so this is giyuu's fish, and that one's rengoku-san's, that white one with red spot is uzui-kun's" she listed out

"muichiro-kun's fish is dead because he forgot about it and it starved to death" she said

"and this is mine!" she said as she pointed to a certain koi fish in the pond

"i have no idea who those people are, but let me see yours.." suna scooted closer to the water and watched as the fish followed her finger, which she swirled around the water

"i named him koi" she said with a smile as she lifted the fish out of the water "you named the koi fish koi?" suna sweat dropped

"yup! and also because it means love" she explained "obanai-kun helped me name it.. he said it suited me as the owner"

"it does suit you" he agreed with a nod

"anyways, you better put him back or he'll die" suna said as he pointed to the fish in her palms which was flapping around in discomfort

"ah! im sorry, koi-chan!!" she exclaimed as she gently placed it down on the pond "i forgot you can't breathe here!" she cried out as she leaned down to pet it gently with her finger

"have some mochi!" she squeaked out in distress as she tried to feed it a whole ball of sakura mochi. she panicked even more as the fish declined her offering and opted to swim away

"eh?! you don't like it?! are you mad at me?" she sulked as she gloomily placed the mochi on a lily pad and let it float away

suna chuckled and pulled her back by her arm, letting her rest her back on his chest as she continued to sulk "you're adorable, bunny" he muttered with a soft laugh as he rested his chin on the crown of her head

'so soft.' suna thought to himself as he wrapped his arms around her.

"sorry about that, suna-kun" she said "koi-chan might hate me if i don't leave him some mochi on his lily pad like usual"

"though im starting to think he doesn't actually eat it and oba-chan just takes it out by morning.." she mumbled "hmm, im sure he eats it with his fish friends." suna said as to entertain her

"but now, we have to eat as well" he said as he took a mochi and shoved it in her mouth

"mmhm. thwanks suna-kun" she said through muffled words as she chewed the gummy treat. suna simply peered down at her, watching her eat with a single thought causing his mind to go in a frenzy

"should i do it.." he pondered out loud as he hesitantly brought his hands up to her face

"hm? do what- eh?" she blinked dumbly and looked up at him with curious doe eyes "what're you doing, suna-kun?" she asked him

"hmm.. soft." he mumbled

she blinked cluelessly as he kept on squishing and massaging her cheeks, lightly pinching the soft and plump tissue with a look of amazement

"so soft." he mumbled once again as he pinched them one last time

"hm.. what else should we do?" she asked him as she scooted away from him to face him properly. she smiled nervously as suna kept staring at her with his olive green eyes.

his expression stayed monotonous, almost like he didn't care, but the bright and flowery aura surrounded him, said otherwise.

"should we walk home or take the train?" she asked him "the miya's residence and your home isn't really that far away, right?" she pondered

"though, i don't want you to tire yourself out by walking" she said in concern "sorry, am i talking too much again?" she asked with an apologetic smile as she realised he still hasn't responded or moved an inch from his initial position

"its fine, bunny." he spoke "i think i wanna walk home with you" he said as he stood up from the ground and dusted the bottom of his sweatpants

"i'd like to hold your hand again" he admitted through a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head

"eh? really?" she asked in disbelief

"of course" suna reassured her "though, after this i'd like to see you training with a sword." he said "it'd be cool seeing you swing it around and deck some guys, yeah?" suna mused as he looked around the wisteria covered path

"really? would you like to visit the dojo with me sometime?" she asked excitedly with a grin

"sure, bunny"

"i'd also like to meet whoever said your hands were ugly. i'll beat them up."

"ah, there's no need to" she chuckled nervously

"so.." suna trailed off "wanna hold hands again?"

"yes please."

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littlemisskookie · 6 years ago

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Learning the Hard Way

Learning the Hard Way Ship: Jungkook | Noona!Reader Description: Jungkook’s determined to prove to you he’s not a kid. Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT TSHDKN, PWP, Oral, Blowjob, Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, DOM!KOOK, NOONA KINK, Slight Nipple Play, Masturbation, Unsafe Driving, Unprotected Sex, Denied Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, DIRTY TALK, Creampie, Cumplay, Cum Eating, Fingering, Grinding, Deepthroating, Demeaning Names, Light Bondage, Slow Burn?, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Pussy Slapping, Breathplay, Plot if you squint, Fluff if you squint Word Count: 12,200 A/N: WHY

Guy's night at Jimin's every Saturday night was commonplace- a tradition among your group. It consisted of you and seven other boys- all of whom you got along with. You didn't know them as well as they knew each other, but seeing as you had been hanging around them for months now, you grew something of an attachment to them, forming inside jokes and feeling comfortable already. And to think, your closest friend Jimin inviting you to his typical guys' night out, only for them to collectively decide you were a guy in spirit.

You weren't insulted, as some had suspected you'd be. Sure, you found each of them attractive, and more than one you had envisioned sleeping with- but you kept your boundaries. You were just friends with them, and though you could swear once or twice you'd catch one checking you out, none of them made a move on you. Some had girlfriends and some had flings, but you'd often time have to hear of their raunchy depictions of the night before, lewd and kinky acts they'd have no problem confessing. You'd have to drink more than usual in efforts to blur the memory of it, though you couldn't deny the flush of heat to both your cheeks and your core when the boys let sinful words roll off their tongues. Most eyes would be on you instead of the one telling the story, amused by how your cheeks flushed and you called the boy gross for forcing you to listen to how well a girl gagged on his cock.

This was one of those days.

"Dear fucking god, Jin! How long does it take for you to go on about nipple clamps? You've got more description than a fanfiction writer," you hiss, clamping your hands over your ears as Jin went on about his endeavors with some big-racked bimbo he met at the club.

"Sweetheart, just last week Taehyung was going into detail of how good he was at giving head- don't tell me you have double standards now?" Jin smiled, jokingly trying to rile you up.

"I don't! It was just as infuriating. I don't understand why you guys have to go about describing in explicit detail your sexual encounters. You don't hear me talking about how I had a guy nail me ten ways to Sunday," you fume, speaking fast, the buzz from your previous drink starting to fade. You were beginning to sober up, and as much as you'd like to press a bottle to your lips once more, you wanted to at least feel somewhat coherent for the drive back home.

"It's just what guys do, Y/N-ah," Hoseok teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

You simply scowled and swatted his hand away, matting your hair down with your palms. "It's not just a guy thing! You don't hear Kookie talking in such a filthy manner."

It was true- Jungkook was the only one who didn't talk like the others. He was more reserved in that sense, and though he seemed more timid than the others, you were perhaps most fond of him. Something about him made you want to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair, baby him to all means necessary. Maybe it was the doe-eyes or that haircut of his, but simply put, Jeon Jungkook was adorable.

He was the one you could never quite picture sexually. You felt guilty whenever you even considered it. You didn't want to picture what was beneath the sweatpants and sweatshirts because simply put, he seemed so naive and didn't have nearly the same sexual confidence as the others did around you. Quite honestly, you suspected him to be a virgin. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

At your comment, however, Jimin let out a boisterous laugh. "Are you serious?"

You fume, your cheeks as red as Jungkook's, though his are from embarrassment and yours from false anger. "Yes! In fact, it's even more of a reason- he's innocent and corruptible. I don't want him getting skewed perceptions of sex based on your exaggerated details."

At that, Namjoon simply quirked a brow. "Don't tell me... You think little Kookie is a virgin, don't you?"

Now it's your turn for your cheeks to flush. "I mean- look, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

"That's not what I'm saying," Namjoon persisted. "You think Jungkook is a virgin, don't you?"

"I suppose?" You don't even understand what's going on at the moment, but you feel as though you should feel embarrassed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, he's adorable and all, and I'm sure that a lot of girls are attracted to him. I would be too but... I dunno, he doesn't really give off the vibe of a sex god."

"What kind of vibe does he give off then?" Taehyung questioned, elbowing Jungkook in the rib, who only scowled in response.

"He's just... cute I guess. Adorable," you say, your mind groggy. "Like a little bunny. He gives off baby boy vibes."

At that the entire room erupts in laughter, the boys taking turns to swat the youngest's back and holler.

"I'm sorry, Kookie, I didn't mean to embarrass you," you say, reaching over to run a hand up and down his arm.

"Y/N- you've got everything wrong," Jin said, his squeaky laughter dying down as he wiped tears from his eyes. "And all this time I thought you knew that he wasn't a kid."

"He just always came off that way! It's hard to see him dominating women the way you guys claim you do," you grumble. "How was I supposed to know?"

"I'm not a virgin, Noona, just so we're clear," Jungkook pipes up.

"Yeah, but you're an adorable baby boy, apparently!" Jimin says ruffling Jungkook's hair. "Gee, Kookie, who'd have thought?"

"Y/N, I'll have you know that if you think we're anything close to freaky, we've got nothing on him," Yoongi says, cocking his head to the youngest. "I overheard him once on the phone with this girl he picked up at the bar- if you think we say filthy things, you should hear him. I could overhear her cumming on the line."

"It's true- our little boy here has a bigger sexual prowess than all of us combined," Taehyung said, cooing as he pinched Jungkook's cheek. "I caught him fucking some girl on the balcony- and I know you like it rough, but I don't think even you can handle him."

You furrow your brows, your cheeks heating. "How the hell do you know I like it rough? Unlike you heathens, I don't boast about what I'm like in bed."

"You don't, but as I said, boys have a horrible habit of oversharing. Jackson may or may not have let it slip on how you like to be manhandled," Hoseok mentions.

"That bastard! After I sucked his cheesedick without him reciprocating- fuck, nevermind, I'm not going to get into it," you huffed. "And I'll have you know I can handle plenty- but personally I believe that you're just pulling these stories out of your ass to frighten me. I can believe Jungkook's not a virgin- but sex god I just don't see."

"Looks like you're gonna have to prove her wrong, Kook," Yoongi grunts, jutting his chin. "That is if she's up for the challenge."

"I'd like to see him try. He's a baby boy and I won't listen to savages like you," you say, rolling your eyes. "He's too young to be freaks like you."

"I'm only a year younger than you are," Jungkook pointed out, though you could tell from his narrowed eyes that he was beginning to get a bit irritated with you.

"Looks like Kook plans on teaching Y/N-ah the hard way," Jimin teased. "You'll eat those words, Y/N, but I warned you."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Look, I've got to get home already, so if anyone's too drunk to drive and wants to tag along with, I suggest you do so now. I'll see you guys next week."

You're about halfway through the parking lot when you hear your name. You turn to see Jungkook running towards you, his pace quick. Before you knew it, he was by your side, his breathing slightly uneven. "Y/N! I forgot I need a ride home."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" you questioned.

"Forgot- but I'm too buzzed. I don't trust myself to drive and I'm kinda tired. I should get home and sleep," Jungkook explained.

You examined him, curious about any underlying tones, but he seemed honest. You simply shrugged and continued to the car. "Hop in then, kid."

Your ears were probably playing tricks on you, but you could've sworn you heard a low growl.

The ride to his place was longer than it was to yours and for the first five minutes, you sat in silence. You wondered if it was the awkward or the silent kind, but either way, there was some sort of tension building between you two. You just weren't sure what.

"I, um, wanted to apologize," you mumble. "About dragging you into that. I was just trying to get them to shut up for a bit- I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's alright- they'll forget about it sooner or later," Jungkook shrugged.

"So are you mad at me?" you questioned.

"Honestly? A little bit. More frustrated or irritated, to be frank."

"Look, regardless of how experienced you are, it doesn't matter. I only brought it up because you don't really feel the need to brag the way they do, which I appreciate. One of the reasons you're my favorite," you tease, pinching his cheek.

"Did you really think I was that inexperienced?"

"I don't know- as I said, you talk the least about sex. For all I know you're a complete sub- which is fine, though I myself don't have much experience with that. I guess I just never thought about it so much because of the reasons I explained earlier. You don't really give off the same sexual vibe as the others."

"You know what they had said earlier though was true, right?" Jungkook questioned. You feel his gaze pierce at you from the side of your head.

You roll your eyes, but your fists tighten around the steering wheel. "About you being some sort of man whore? Please."

"I'm not a man whore perse, but..." Jungkook licked his lips. "I'm not at all what you think I am."

"A baby boy?" You scoffed at that. "So you're going to try to convince me that you're some sort of sex god or something."

"I just don't want you seeing me as a kid, Noona."

"I can't help it, Kookie. It's just how I see you- even if you're only a little younger."

"What if I could change that? Make you see me as a man?"

You pause at that, looking at him warily. "How exactly would you do that?"

Jungkook paused as well, as though holding his breath. "I've got my ways."

"Prove it."

You don't know exactly what kind of trap you've gotten yourself into, but based on the predatory stare that he gives you, his eyes boring into yours with unsated lust, you have an idea.

His hand comes up to your knee, and you feel yourself get tense. Your eyes quickly dart down to his veiny hand, the small bumps protruding from beneath the skin, the long and slender fingers digging into the skin. You curse yourself for wearing shorts, but to be fair it was a hot summer day.

"Eyes on the road, Noona."

Your eyes quickly dart back up to the road, and you panic in your head. Was this actually happening? Sweet little Kookie, who you babied and teased, now showing the demeanor of some sort of dominant? What sort of an alternate reality were you living in? Despite this, you couldn't help but notice the heat that pooled between your thighs, a side of Jungkook slowly becoming unveiled. You knew if things got cranked up a notch, you'd never be able to go back. You'd never be able to see him the same way.

"I think I'd start by telling you what I had told that girl over the line," Jungkook says, voice low, making you strain to listen in, hanging onto his every word. "Hyung was right when he said I had a filthy mouth- not as filthy as that girl's though when she was sucking on my cock earlier that day."

Your hands now had a vice-like grip on the steering wheel. "Oh my god."

"She was a nasty little thing, you know. Tasting herself on my dick, trying to milk me dry so she could swallow every drop like a good little slut." His hand rose higher up your thigh, and you refused to look at him, keeping your eyes on the road. You could feel his stare drill into your skull, however, and your mouth went dry. "Would you be a good slut for me too, I wonder?"

Your mouth opened and closed, but you were at a loss for words. "I-I..."

"Spread your legs," he growled, his words a command rather than a request. You found yourself functioning on autopilot, your legs opening to make room for his hand as it slid eerily further up your thigh, where you wanted him most. He shives over nuzzling his nose into your neck as he strains to get closer to you. "I talked to her on the phone. She was begging for me to talk to her, her vibrator in hand as she waited for me to tell her what to do. She couldn't cum without my voice, without my words, without my permission. It was as though I made her incapable for settling for less- and even some little toy and her cute little fingers- stuffed inside that tight cunt of hers- it couldn't compare to how I wrecked her for the night."

"K-Kookie, we shouldn't b-be-"

His blunt nails dig possessively over your thigh, however, and he growls against the skin where your neck and collarbone meet. "Don't call me that."

You let out a whimper of submission, your hand shaking as you grip the wheel firmly. You mutter curses to yourself as he cups your heat, hand slowly palming you through your shorts, middle finger going up and down the feel of your slit. "I wonder how wet you are for me already when I've barely touched you. I bet you started getting soaked the minute I talked about that girl milking me good, and I didn't even tell you about the other one on the balcony. She begged for me to wrap my hand around her pretty little neck and squeeze. I squeezed her neck as hard as she squeezed around my cock- she was so tight, I'm getting hard just from remembering it."

Your hole clenched over nothing, as though wanting to wrap itself around Jungkook's cock the same way the other girls had. Sweet little Kookie, who didn't seem sweet or little anymore.

Jungkook slid the part of your shorts to the side, along with your underwear, your bare pussy meeting the cold air. "You smell so sweet, Noona. I bet you taste even better."

You curse, doing your best to concentrate on driving. How had you let this happen?

"Do you want me to touch you, Noona?" He gently taps at your pussy lips, a small string of wetness connecting his finger to your pussy, stretching into a strand before snapping into nothingness. "Want me to touch this drenched little pussy of yours?"

"F-Fuck, Jungkook."

"Use your words, Noona. Be a big girl. Tell me to stop or tell me to finger fuck you as you're driving."

"Yes, p-please," you mutter softly, barely able to hear your own words. You were unbelievably turned on at the moment, your body set aflame. "Please touch me- finger me- I don't care."

"Good girl." Jungkook's tongue poked out from between his lips, the wet muscle gliding from your collarbone up to the patch below your ear. At that moment he sunk a digit into you, pumping it slowly as he crooked it upwards, searching for the rough patch as he dug his palm into your clit.

You jumped, your knee hitting the bottom of the dashboard. "J-Jungkook, I can't drive like this."

"You can and you will," Jungkook mutters, voice a low growl as he finds your g-spot, studying your face as he taps against it. "If you can't take so much as my fingers, what makes you think you'd be able to take my cock? I'd stretch you out so good, fill you to the brim. You'll feel my cock in your throat before I even start pounding into you."

You feel your toes curl at the thought, and Jungkook takes one of your hands to rest on the crotch of his sweatpants, where he's fully erect underneath the fabric. You can tell already that he's impossibly big, and you feel your mouth water at the prospect of having it inside of you.

"Does that feel like a kid to you?" he rasps, lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

"N-No," you stammer. "Fuck, Jungkook, since when were you like this?"

"Since always," he responds, using two fingers now that you've begun to stretch out for him. "You just never noticed. You'd just tease me like the little slut you are, prancing around in those tiny shorts in a room filled with men. You were just begging for this little cunt to get filled, weren't you? Wanted someone to abuse these tiny holes of yours and fuck you nice and good."

"Yes, I-I... Shit, Jungkook, will you fuck me? Stretch me out nice and good with that massive cock of yours?" you question, mind going blank as profanities and lewd words spilled from your mouth.

"Do you think you deserve it, Noona? Do you deserve my cock after you teased me and called me a kid?" Jungkook questioned, fingers delivering a rather brutal and harsh thrust as he buried them deeper. A third slipped inside, and you felt your mind go numb, your hips lifting to grind your swollen clit into his palm. "Look at you- humping my hand like the desperate, pathetic whore you are. You'd do anything to get off, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Jungkook- I'm so sorry, just please please let me cum," you beg.

You hear him pull out his cock, his other hand pumping it furiously as he nibbles at your earlobe. "You've gotten me so hard, baby. I wish you could see how hard I am for you, just from fingering this tight cunt of yours and seeing you squirming at my words. I want to fuck you in every position and make you cry."

"S-Shit, I want that too," you admit quietly. You want nothing more than to look at him touching himself, but the minute your head turns so much as a centimeter in his direction he slams his fingers back into you, making you gasp and moan at the onslaught of pleasure.

"Who said you get to look at me?" he hissed. "You don't deserve to see my cock yet. Eyes on the road. You can look at the next red light."

You weakly nod, whimpering as a confirmation of submission. You're so tense, your body riled up as you shake with anticipation, counting down until the red light up ahead. You've never wanted to see one so badly in your life, but your mouth watered at the thought of the pulsating red member, leaking with precum, eager to be buried inside of you.

You're squirming in your seat at Jungkook's ministrations, and you feel yourself getting close. "You're leaking all over the seat, Noona. You're making such a mess," Jungkook cooed, feeling how your slick juices dribbled down your cheeks and into your shorts, your panties drenched and sticking to your lips. You wouldn't be surprised if some of it got into the seat, but you couldn't look down to check. "Are you going to cum Noona? Are you going to make a big mess for me?"

"F-Fuck, I'm getting close, Jungkook," you whimpered, hands shaking. You felt as though your whole body was on vibrate. "Please let me cum. I'm so so so close."

"Not yet," he growled, the tone in his voice both carnal and feral. He slipped his fingers out of you much to your dismay. His fingers went around your swollen outer lips, squeezing them between his fingers, rubbing your clit between. "Ride that fucking edge, baby."

You're panting, and you hear his breathing get heavy. He sucks urgent hickeys against your neck, bruising the skin. He growls and groans against you, fingers slipping back in and pumping into you furiously. You only realize at that moment that he's doing it at the same pace he's touching himself, so quickly as though he were trying to hurtle himself to the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close Noona. I'm gonna cum." His hands slip out of you to touch himself, and you can only assume he's massaging his balls at the moment.

"J-Jungkook-"

It's at that moment you stop at the red light, and as though on instinct, he lets out a loud moan, reaching his climax as he tumbles over the edge. You allow yourself to look, finding yourself mesmerized by the sight. His cock was even bigger than you imagined, despite the fact you got a good feel earlier. The tip was angry and red, with cum leaking profusely down the slit and over the head, sliding down the shaft and over his balls and scrotum. You wanted nothing more than to lick every drop, as though devouring a popsicle stick in the summer heat.

He was a sight to behold, sweaty hair pushed back to reveal his forehead. He was glistening in sweat, his hand still gripped tightly around his cock as he milked out every last drop, cum profusely spilling over him and making a mess of everything it touched. The veins protruded from his arms, showing you that he truly was blessed with a man's body. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he let out a low moan, tilting his head back as his hips bucked in the air, letting him thrust into his hand.

You gawk at what you're allowed to see within the lights of the street, but it seems to be over too soon, and you find yourself back on the road to stare ahead, your mind dazed and your body overheated. You never felt so turned on in your life from such lewd acts.

His fingers reach up, the two sticky and coated with cum, glistening in the passing streetlights. "Lick."

You open your mouth obediently, trapping his fingers into your mouth, letting your wet muscle twirl around the digits to get every drop. He pulls them out with a pop, much to your disappointment, and you let out a whine of protest.

Jungkook didn't seem the least bit embarrassed in comparison to earlier, instead letting out a low chuckle as he gives you a lovebite at the base of your neck. "I think Noona liked seeing me cum," he purred. "Do you want me to put my sticky fingers inside of you? Pump you nice and full with my cum?"

Your legs spread enticingly now, desperate and eager for him to touch you again, and he merely laughs. His sticky fingers rub at your pussy lips, swollen and warm from his ministrations, and you buck into his hand.

"You're so eager to have my cum inside of you, aren't you? Even if it's not from my cock, you just want to be filled up like the dirty whore you are, isn't that right? I can't decide if cumslut or cumdumpster suits you better."

"Please please please put them inside me, Jungkook," you whine, begging. You've never heard your voice sound so raw and needy before, but perhaps that's just what Jungkook did to you. His magic effect. "Make me cum all over your cum-coated fingers."

"I think of all the sluts I've fucked, you're the nastiest of them all," he sneered, though let his fingers go back inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief, moaning instantly as he easily finds your g-spot, playing your body like an instrument. The high you had been building up was now approaching once more, and you felt as though your body was a flame.

"I think this is the hottest sight I've seen," Jungkook admitted, nipping at the shell of your ear. "You're milking my fingers dry, baby. You're so tight, I won't be able to squeeze my fat cock inside of you. You couldn't take it."

"Y-Yes I could," you hissed, stammering all the while. "Make me take it."

"I would," he hummed. "You're about to cream on my fingers, huh? Gonna cream all over my filthy fingers with that filthy pussy of yours? Filled with cum but not with cock?"

"Yes, yes, I'm so close! Right there, right- ffffuck-!"

Your orgasm, however, doesn't meet it's tumbling edge. The moment you feel as though you're going to dive off the deep end, Jungkook pulls his fingers out. You're left feeling blank and empty, clenching over nothing as some of the cum he had pushed inside of you dribbles out. You turn to Jungkook, shocked, but he simply shrugs and wipes his wet hand on your thigh.

"We're at my place," he says, grinning the bunny smile you once would've defined as 'cute'. Now it was anything but. Now it was sinister. "Thanks for the ride, Noona."

His tone was sickly sweet and innocent as you would've suspected of him before, but now it simply was used in a mocking manner as he exited your car, leaving you high and dry, gawking at the orgasm that you swore you could practically taste on your tongue before he ripped it away from you. You were furious and frustrated, as well as everything in between.

Game on.

The next encounter you had with Jungkook was when Jimin had invited you to go out dancing with him, Jungkook, and Hoseok. There was a popular club that had recently opened, and seeing that your ass could apparently get you past any bouncer, you were their best option.

You agreed- though you had expected to see Jungkook at the usual guy's night, you supposed one day in advance wouldn't hurt.

You knew it was well worth it once Jungkook's gaze fell on you, your skimpiest dress showing the expanse of your thighs and cleavage. You simply didn't pay him any mind, however, simply turning your nose up and smirking. Perhaps he expected you to blush and duck your head once in his presence, but you could tell from the dark gaze he held throughout the night that he knew you weren't so keen on how he left you hanging.

It wasn't until he approached you at the bar, leaving the others swimming in the pool of grinding bodies and blackout drunks, that he spoke to you.

"I'd figure you'd be dancing a bit more, Noona. You barely spent any time on the dance floor," Jungkook commented, sliding into the seat beside you.

"I'll dance later, Kookie," you say, putting emphasis on his nickname, enjoying the heated glare he gave you. "I like to have a little bit of something in my system before I'm grinding against a man."

The corner of his lip twitches upwards into a snarl, seeing the shit-eating grin you couldn't help but conceal. "You didn't seem to have the same attitude when I was stuffing your pretty little cunt with my cum."

You do your best to conceal the upcoming shudder that runs through your body at his baritone voice. In an effort to hide the arousal you were experiencing at the moment, you simply hide your mouth with a sip of your drink, hoping that'll keep the emotions from bubbling to the surface. "That was before you confirmed my earlier suspicions that you were a kid," you say simply.

"Oh? Care to explain? I'd love to hear this."

You feel your own lips twitch upwards into a coy smile, gleeful that he was landing right into your trap. This was almost too easy- too predictable. You felt glad that it was your turn to have the upper hand. "A man knows how to please his partner and take care of her needs- push her over the edge. A kid, however, cares only for his own needs and gratification, caring for his own orgasm and not the other's." Your fingers trace absentmindedly around the glass, drawings circles. You hear the snarl that emits from the base of his throat, and a quiet voice in your head says the golden word. Checkmate. "That's the difference between a horny teenager and an experienced man."

"So that's how you want to play this, huh?" His eyes raked over your body. "Could it be you truly haven't learned your lesson? Or are you that desperate for me to touch you again."

You hum, shrugging as you slide off your seat with as much grace and elegance as you can manage. "You tell me, Kookie."

You slip into the sea of dancing drunks, bodies pressed against one another to the beat of the same old trap music. You let yourself sway to the music, arms above your head as you roll your hips, appearing as enticing and alluring as you can. You know all too well the burning gaze that you feel, your target of the night taking notice of your movements. It doesn't take long for you to feel someone pressed behind you, hands digging into your hips. His lips trailed up and down your neck, and though the bruises and hickeys from last time had disappeared, for the most part, you were all too willing to let them reappear and blossom across your skin.

You gasp at the feeling of his erection pressed against your ass, the outline of his big cock burying itself against you. Your hazy memory seemed to clear as you remember exactly how big he really was, and you gulp with anticipation.

"Does this feel like a kid to you, Noona?" Jungkook snarls against you, grinding his hips deliberately.

"Scared you're going to jizz in your pants like a horny teenager?" you counter, not allowing yourself to so much as taking in a breath.

"I won't be jizzing in my pants tonight, trust me," he responds. "Tonight I'll be cumming down your throat."

You tense at that. "Did you not hear what I said? You're only proving me right. Only care for your own needs, huh Kookie?"

His hand buries itself in your hair, tilting your head back so that the expanse of your neck is available to him. His lips press against your ear, hot breath fanning over you. "Only good little sluts get to cum- and you've been nothing but a brat, sweetheart. You're not going to cum tonight, but you're gonna beg for my cock. Maybe next time I'll let you cum. You'll be begging me to stop with how many times I'll wreck you in a single night."

Your breath hitches and his hand reaches forward, pressing your body further against his as his hand goes under your dress, hitching it up so that anyone around can see. His fingers trace the lacy outline of your panties, cupping your heat and feeling the warmth of your wetness. He smirks against you, and he shudders. "Look at you, so wet for just some kid. You're letting me touch your pretty little pussy right here on the dance floor where anyone can see because you're that desperate. Why don't you just admit what we both already know?"

You find your hips jutting against his hand, eager for more. "J-Jungkook, anyone could see. What if Jimin and Hobi see?"

"Let them see. I want them to see what a whore you are for me and only me, isn't that right?" he questions, fingers curling to grab hold of you possessively. "My little slut."

"Yours," you promise, feeling breathless. "L-Let's go somewhere private, please."

"Your choice, Noona." He lets go of you and grabs hold of your wrist, dragging you along until the two of you are outside of the club.

You find yourself being pressed against a brick wall, hoisted against Jungkook as he ground his erection against your core. His tongue dove into the hot cavern of your mouth, asserting his dominance as he swallowed your moans. You could feel the rough texture of the brick dig into where he had pinned your wrists, and you could do no more than squirm and take his humping as he moved you against the wall, your pressed body sliding up and down, letting the rough surface dig into your back through the thin fabric of your dress.

Your hips buck up to meet his, and though he had already confirmed that your needs wouldn't be catered to this time, you found yourself eager to begin anyhow. If sex was just about reaching orgasm, then people would simply stick to their toys or hands. Perhaps it was the feeling of pleasuring someone else that had people searching for physical intimacy.

"You're so desperate to get off, aren't you Noona?" Jungkook said, his lips brushing against your own as he murmured the words. "Dry humping me behind a seedy club- you look so desperate right now."

"I want you to touch me already, Jungkook," you hissed, your wrists twisting in his grip.

"All in good time," he mumbled, loosening his grip so that he could press harder against you, his hands finding their way to your breasts to give them a tight squeeze. "You've got such pretty tits, Noona, will you let me see?"

"Hurry," you whispered, feeling his fingers yank down the fabric at the top of your breasts, tugging the bra along with it to cup underneath. He held your breasts in his hands, squeezing as though he were trying to mold them, his tongue diving into your mouth again as he moaned. You felt the vibrations course through your body, and your legs circled around his waist, heels digging into the base of his spine to draw him impossibly closer.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," Jungkook hissed, his voice a low growl. "I can't wait to ruin you."

"Then do it already," you snapped, finding yourself impatient.

"Tsk- where's the fun in that? Gotta make you chase for it," Jungkook laughed, his smile cocky.

"Don't tell me you're playing hard to get," you muttered.

"You certainly aren't," Jungkook replied, pushing back to let your feet touch the floor once more, hands off until one reached under your dress, cupping your soaked underwear. "Do you get this wet for anyone, Noona?"

You whimpered, squirming as you felt his fingers slide your panties to the side, petting your wet folds.

You gasped when you felt a sharp slap on your pussy, and your body jerked.

"Answer me," he demanded, voice lowering to a husky growl.

"N-No."

"No what?" His question was followed by another slap.

"No, I d-don't get this wet for anyone else. Please touch me, Jungkook," you begged, pouting.

To your dismay, he only smirked, pulling his hand back, middle digit slick with your juices. "Get on your knees," he said simply. Your knees buckled, meeting with the harsh concrete. His finger dove into your mouth, allowing you to taste your addictive juices. "Suck it how you'll suck my cock in a few minutes," he responded.

You did as you were told, bobbing your head and keeping hold of his hand, keeping it still as you hollowed your cheeks. You stared up at him with wide eyes, anticipating his next move. He simply starved.

"Do you taste good?" He questioned, pulling back once you nodded with a low hum. "I wouldn't know, now would I?"

You licked your lips, biting them in an effort to further entice him. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

"Can't do that, Noona. Once I get a taste, I won't be able to stop," he said simply. His hands reached for his belt, and your mouth waters in anticipation. You straightened your back, arms resting on his thighs until his cock sprung free. You could see it a bit clearer now from nearby lights, especially since it was up close. His size was on the bigger side, and you couldn't help but find your mind wandering to the thought of it stretching you out with a delicious burn.

"Do you want a taste, Noona?" he questions, smirking with satisfaction at the sight of your blown out pupils and watering mouth.

You nod silently, transfixed on the sight. You reach up to touch him, but he grabs your wrist in midair, stopping you from doing so. His expression hardened, and you looked up at him in confusion. "Beg," he simply said.

You clenched your thighs together. "Please... Jungkook, let me suck you off."

"You can do better than that, baby. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours. You won't be able to talk in a few minutes, so make it count."

Your tongue felt thick in your throat, and you swallowed. "Let me milk you dry, Jungkook. I want to feel your cock in my throat and swallow every last drop. Won't you please let me be your good little cocksucker?"

"What are you waiting for? Get to it slut," Jungkook hisse. "Prove to me that you're worth putting my dick in."

You didn't hesitate, wrapping your mouth around the sensitive head and sucking, your tongue lapping over the slit with the demeanor of the kitten. You sunk further, tongue tracing the underside as you tried to memorize the feeling of his skin against your taste buds. You kept eye contact with him, eager to please as he stared down at you with a harsh, expecting look. It was almost as though he was doubting your capabilities.

As though eager to prove him wrong, you find yourself taking in a deep breath through your nose, knowing that a bit further and you won't be able to take much more. You then slam yourself down on him, taking him all the way to the base. You find yourself gagging immediately due to his length, a bit bigger than you were used to. Already you could picture the ache in your jaw that you'd feel from his considerable girth. Still, the moment your nose buried into the fine pubic hair, smooshed against his pelvic bone, you knew it'd be worth it.

Jungkook gasped, hips jutting out and into your throat as though he were trying to get impossibly deeper. He cursed and muttered, and in the process you found yourself backed against the wall once more, head pinned between the brick and his hips.

His pants and shallow moans made you greedy, so you squeezed your eyes shut and dug your hands into his thighs as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, the same pace he used when his fingers dove into your pussy less than a week ago.

"Fuck fuck fuck, you take cock so good," he mumbled, hand buried in your hair. "Shit, how are you so good at this?"

His hips slammed forward once again, and you choked at the feeling of the head hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, and he pulled back, allowing you to breathe momentarily. He tilted your head up to look at him, his eyes blown out with lust to see you with mussed hair, the lower half of your face glistening in the light with spit. You leaned forward, trapping a testicle in your mouth as you sucked gently, whilst breathing through your nose to prepare yourself once again. Jungkook pets your hair fondly, fingers combing through the strands.

"My good little cock sucker. You're such a good whore for me, aren't you Noona? Think you'll let me cum down your throat?"

You nodded, opening your mouth as though on instinct, allowing him entry. He grinned, and you felt the heavy weight of him against your tongue once more. You felt more prepared this time, becoming used to the sensation, and allowing yourself to gasp or take in shallow breaths once his hips were pulled back.

You could feel him getting close, his thrusts getting far sloppier and erratic. A stream of sinful words and profanities spewed from his lips, and his hand reached down to the base of your throat, squeezing as he felt himself move within you.

"Fuck, Noona, I can feel my dick in your throat," he gasped out, squeezing as though to enhance the tightness of the confines of your throat. Your eyes watered as you were forced to take it, until his hips had buried against you, pelvic bone trapping you against the brick as the hot, bitter fluid spilled down your throat in white ropes.

Finally, he pulled out, his length softening. It was glistening with your spit, and you were left gasping for breath, sputtering and coughing from the brutal deepthroating you endured.

Jungkook's hand wove through your hair, massaging your scalp with a certain level of tenderness and gentle strokes that you hadn't expected. "That's it, breathe Noona," he said, cooing softly to you as you found your breath evening.

He bent down next to you, and you could only imagine what a mess you looked like. Your dress hitched up around your waist, revealing the dark spot on your underwear. Your breasts revealed with the fabric around your torso yanked down. Your messed up hair that went far further than simple bedhead from simply being pressed against the brick. Or perhaps it was the makeup smeared against your face, mascara at the corners of your eyes, lipstick smudged, and drool covering your chin.

Jungkook simply leaned in and kissed you, as though to knock the breath out of you further. His voice was husky and hot as it fanned over your lips, as though he were speaking into your mouth. "I'll repay the favor tomorrow, Noona. After all- good sluts get to cum."

You felt anxious at the next guy's night, finding yourself fidgeting and your mind wandering. You'd repeatedly have to remind yourself to keep your eyes off Jungkook, not allowing them to linger for too long in fear that someone may catch on to the arousal swimming in your gaze. Jungkook was a natural actor, however- not that you're surprised, seeing how well he had kept the sex fiend side of himself hidden for all this time. It's crazy to think that it's only now being revealed.

Your mind wandered to thoughts of how Jungkook was going to pay you back with the orgasm he had promised. It was risky, especially to do it in Jimin's own home, but you couldn't deny the exhilaration that flooded you. Was it the fear of being caught? Was it because you'd be doing it someplace you shouldn't? Or was it just because of Jungkook in general? You pondered over what would be better- his hand buried in your cunt once more, his head between your thighs, or his cock thrusting through your walls at a pace that made you dizzy.

You let your imagination run wild, pressing your lips to the bottle to calm the heat that surged towards the pit of your belly. How was it possible that you were getting turned on just by thinking of a prospect that had yet to happen?

You were so out of it that the time you zoned back in, the conversation seemed to have taken a dangerous turn.

"Look, pussy is the one thing you can eat after 8 PM without gaining weight!" Jin said, arguing with Namjoon.

"I mean, yeah, but it doesn't provide any nutrients! It doesn't fill you up, you can still be hungry after!" He was currently getting a drink from the kitchen, but seeing as Jin has a stubbornness to which none can compare, he continued the argument while the younger was in another room.

"Maybe in the traditional sense," Jin huffed. "What do you think, Y/N?"

"What?" you said, snapping back into the conversation. "What are you guys talking about?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder against yours. "I was wondering why you hadn't scolded us for being weirdos yet."

"You've been distracted. Something on your mind?" Hoseok inquired.

"No, nothing, don't worry. I'm fine!" You let out a burst of nervous laughter, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tried to wipe the mental image of Jungkook hovering above you, pounding you into the bed, from your mind.

"You know you can talk to us about anything. We'll help if we can," Yoongi assures you.

You smile kindly at him, nodding at his words. "I appreciate the sentiment, Yoongs, but really, not- Oh!"

You immediately stood upright, gasping as the warm beer spilled over your shirt. You knew you shouldn't have worn a white shirt today- and it didn't help you were wearing a black bra underneath.

Namjoon cursed and muttered, quickly fetching a towel and giving it to you. "Shit shit shit! I'm sorry, Y/N. I must've tripped over a bump in the rug."

"Don't go insulting my rugs as an excuse for your clumsiness," Jimin countered.

Jungkook disappeared momentarily to get you a bigger towel from the bathroom, draping it over you as to save your dignity from being more exposed to men than you were comfortable with. "You might want to cover yourself, Noona. While I'm sure many of us would appreciate the sight, this doesn't seem to be the time and place."

"Gee, thanks, Kookie," you roll your eyes, though take the towel with appreciation. Your muscles are tense and stiff, however, when you say this, and you wonder if using his nickname so close to your reward will face any repercussions. You figured he wouldn't- after all, you were amongst friends, and he only seemed to be truly bothered by it in sexual scenarios. You didn't feel sexy at all with beer on your shirt. "This may be the only time I'm able to win a wet t-shirt contest with you guys."

"You'd win every time," Taehyung grins, only to have Yoongi sock him in the shoulder.

"Against the abs you guys have? I don't stand a chance!" You laugh at that. "Jimin-ah, I'll be back in a bit. I need to dry my shirt a bit."

"Feel free to grab one of my shirts- it's the least I can do," he says, allowing you to excuse yourself.

You do as he suggests, quickly swiping a shirt from his dresser and going to the bathroom, flinging the wet shirt to pat it and your chest dry from the beer with a fluffy towel. You grumbled to yourself, muttering slightly as you wondered whether or not you'd be able to get the stain out.

You were surprised by a knock at the door. "Uh, who is it?"

"Jungkook."

Almost as though by instinct, you find yourself opening the door for him, not even caring about the fact you were partially undressed. Jungkook closed the door and locked it behind him, and you catch him taking an appreciative glance down at your rack before diverting his gaze back to the ceiling. "Uh- just wanted to check up on you. You've been here for a while."

"Has it been that long?" You're slightly amused with the fact he can't even look you in the eye, wanting to show you respect. It's such a stark contrast from the sex demon he appears as on rare occasions- the man who stood before you was far closer to the Kookie you were familiar with.

"Yeah, the guys wanted me to catch up on you. Mainly to tease me again." Ah, so it appears they still haven't completely forgotten last week's ribbing.

You smirk at him, chuckling. "It's ok for you to look at me, you know. Might I remind you that you've done far worse?"

"I just wasn't sure if you were ok with it. That was a different context," Jungkook explained, though he allowed himself to look at you, doing his best to stare at your face. You couldn't help but giggle at how his eyes would do their best not to glance at your breasts, and you squeezed them between your arms and gave a little shake, seeing him gulp as he tried not to pay attention to what was in his peripheral.

"It's ok for you to look, Kookie," you purr, holding them up to cup them, pushing them upwards as though to entice him. His eyes darkened at the mocking tone you used, adding his nickname to create some sort of edge. "For you to touch too. I miss your touch already."

His dark gaze finally went to your breasts, which you held up as though offering them to him. He didn't hesitate this time, hands kneading at your breasts the way he had the night before. "Is that so, Noona?"

"Mhm," you hum, stepping closer to him, body pressed against his, trapping him between you and the door. "I've been thinking about it all day... and about that reward you promised."

"What reward?" He smirked, wanting to tease you.

You pout childishly at him. "The one for good sluts who get to cum."

He let out a low hiss at that, and before you knew it you're being hoisted up onto the bathroom counter. "You'll get your reward, Noona. But you'll have to keep quiet- and we'll have to be quick. Don't want the others to start suspecting anything, do we?"

You nod, biting your lip. "Please hurry, Jungkook."

He groaned at your pathetic whine, pulling your shorts and panties down, letting them drop to the floor. You hissed at the feeling of the cold countertop against your bare ass, but Jungkook simply gripped on tight to your thighs, caging them around his head as he took a swipe of his tongue against your heat. You were already so hot, bothered, and turned on that the wetness that had pooled between your thighs landed on his taste buds. He let out a groan against your pussy, burying his lips against it as he lapped once more. It was almost as though it were a drug, and he was being sedated.

"My little slut tastes so good," he groaned in appreciation. "Can't wait to make you cum with all the others outside."

"Please eat me out," you beg, hands curling into his hair.

He didn't respond, lips latching around your clit to give it sensitive sucks, enjoying the way you let out a small gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth as you moaned against your palm. He chuckled, sending vibrations throughout you, and you squirmed under his ministrations. His tongue dove from your pussy, lapping at the juices, up to the hood of your clit. He'd let out small groans of appreciation, tongue working quick as he paid attention to the small sounds you made, as though straining to hear each movement. Soon he seemed to have found out exactly what you liked, and he was using it to positively wreck you.

"Does this feel good, Noona?" he questions, one of his hands coming up to twirl around your clit, driving you closer to the edge. You could taste the orgasm on your tongue- it was tangible.

"So, so good, Jungkook. Please let me cum, I'm so close." You had been waiting for him to grant you this moment for a week.

He smirks, however, noticing how your thighs tremble. He adds more pressure as he gives a sloppy kiss at your folds, tasting the new arousal that flooded to your most delectable parts. "What if I leave you hanging again? What if I don't let you cum?"

"J-Jungkook, I swear to god-"

"Is that the tone you want to use with me, baby?" he warned, his thumb now circling around your clit instead of directly on it.

"Please please please!" you begged in hushed whispers, voice pathetically desperate. "Please let me cum, I'll be your good little slut. F-F-Fuck, I'm s-so close!"

"Are you now?" he hummed, lips returning to your clit to give it a harsh suck.

You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands buried in his hair and the other in a tight fist that you gagged on to muffle your moans. Your eyes were brimmed with tears, and you weren't sure if was because of the upcoming orgasm or because of the prospect that he'd rip it away from you once again.

"Please, Jungkook! Fuck, I want you to make me cum. I need you to wreck me already. Let Noona cum on your f-filthy tongue."

"Such a good whore," he said, and with one final move, a few more harsh sucks against your clit accompanied with small licks, you found yourself jutting your hips, rubbing your cunt over his face as he let you ride his tongue. His hands dug into your thighs, blunt nails forming tiny crescents.

It was when you finally came down that you blinked away the stars from your eyes, seeing him caged between your legs where you kept him trapped. The lower half of his face was covered in your juices, and his deceiving doe eyes looked up at you in delight.

He gave you one more lick, a long stripe up your core that had you shudder from oversensitivity.

He quirked a brow. "Want another one?"

Truth be told, you weren't sure exactly how you got in the situation you were in now.

That situation? Your hands tied to a chair as Jungkook leaned back on a table, jacking off, as you were helpless to only watch. You begged to do anything- from suck him off or even touch him, but it appeared that Jungkook liked the sight of you squirming with arousal, dying to help get him off.

It was a haze of how this came to be. Jungkook had been teasing you through texts, going on about how hard he was and how he wanted a hot cunt to bury himself in. You volunteered, but instead, you got the irritating text of got to make you wait for it noona. you're so cute when you beg ;)

So you naturally sped to his house in a fit of frustration and arousal, the minute you got through the door participating in a battle of teeth and tongue. One thing led to another, and before you knew it your hands were bound with one of his ties, and you were left whimpering with the purest form of torture you could've imagined. Your hands twitched to touch the naked man before you, aching to run over the golden skin and taut muscles.

He twisted his hand along his length, bobbing it up and down, giving you a view of his glorious thighs as they twitched and tensed under his ministrations. He teased himself thoroughly, and you were at the edge of your seat, pulling against your restraints.

"Do you need something, Noona?" Jungkook asks, panting with a low whine as his muscles clench.

You felt as though you were going mad. "Yes."

"What is it you need?"

"Your cock."

Jungkook laughed at that, reaching down to cup his balls, massaging them as he further stimulated himself, though still far from the edge. "I can't give you that, baby."

"Why not?" You clenched your thighs together, squirming. "You were just texting me about how badly you wanted to fuck me. I know you want to have sex with me, and the feeling is mutual. How come you're holding back and teasing me?"

Jungkook only laughed more at your desperation, using his free hand to reach over and cup your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You wouldn't be this wet if I weren't a patient man, now would you Noona?" He let go of your chin to reach into your pants, past your underwear, slipping past your folds easily as his digits became coated with your arousal. He made sure not to touch your clit though, sliding his hand out to pop his fingers into his mouth before using it to slide up and down his length, using both hands.

"Please just let me touch you," you begged, your voice whiny and pathetic.

"Where's the fun in that? Just enjoy the show, babe."

He spread his legs wide to give you a better view, chuckling lowly as your breathing quickened. One of his hands reached up to twist at his nipples, rolling it between two fingers as he tilted his head back and groaned. "This is how I like to touch myself, Noona," he said, his voice far breathier than before. His pace as he jacked off quickened.

You let out a low groan that emitted from the back of your throat, and you clenched your thighs together, the sticky skin that wasn't hidden beneath your shorts clasping to each other. You were desperate for friction to your aching clit, but Jungkook was determined not to give in to your desires.

"Do you like this, Noona? Seeing me jack off in front of you. Would it make you feel better to know I've done this to myself countless times while thinking of you?"

"Shit, fucking hell, Jungkook. You're such a tease," you growled.

"Mm, am I?" Jungkook said though it didn't sound nearly as amused as he intended, a strain in his voice that wasn't there before. His hand came down from his nipple to massage his balls again, his hand running at an impossible speed. "Fuck, I'm close. Can I cum on your face, Noona? Pretty please."

"Yes, yes, go ahead." God, you were desperate.

He came forward, close enough where you could smell him and get all the close-up details, but too far to even wrap your lips around the sensitive head. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth wide once you felt the hot, white liquid land on your face. Some of it got in your mouth and some on your forehead, but a large bit of it landed on your cheek.

His breathing was heavy, and once you opened your eyes you were truly able to relish in the look of his post-orgasmic bliss. The two previous times took place in the dark in the midst of night, but now you could truly see the golden, glistening skin, and chiseled features of his toned and muscular body.

Jungkook tilted your head up again to look at you, eyes blown out with lust despite his needs being met. "You're so pretty, Noona."

He leaned in, but instead of giving you the kiss you expected, he went to the side, licking a stripe up your cheek as he collected the cum. You shivered as he then landed his lips to yours, and you could taste the bitterness as your tongues swirled against each others.

You felt breathless once he came back up for air, reaching behind to undo your bindings. Your wrists ached, and you massaged them, feeling how sore they are.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes. "When are you going to fuck me?" You weren't bitter this time, instead finding yourself asking it more so out of curiosity.

Jungkook simply smirked and patted your cheek, still sticky with saliva. "Soon, babe. Gotta make you wait for it."

You gritted your teeth at how he enjoyed setting you on edge, tonguing your cheek in annoyance. "Can't wait, then, Kookie."

You found yourself hanging out with the guys sooner than expected, but instead of it being the typical guy's night out, Jin had decided to throw a party at his apartment. As usual, you were put on mother duty to clean up after the fun was over, as well as make sure that nothing went out of hand.

To say you were distracted though, would be a significant understatement.

Properly to do with the fact that a buzzed Jungkook was pressed against you, grinding his hips against yours as his semi-hard erection rubbed against your thigh. His mouth had found it's way to your neck, sucking and leaving a trail, but your mind was hazy with lust, not even caring at this point that someone could walk in on you and Jungkook making out in this abandoned hallway.

"Jungkook," you whined, bucking your hips to meet his, offering more pressure.

"What is it, Noona?" he rasped in your ear. Your fingers wove into his hair as he dipped his head lower, sucking at a sensual spot where your collar bone curved up to your neck.

"Fuck me, please," you begged, your voice dripping with desperation.

"Right here?"

"N-No, take me to a bed or bathroom- anything. I can't wait any longer." You looked at him with eyes filled with desperation. "Fuck me, Jungkook."

"What makes you think you deserve that?" Jungkook chuckled huskily.

"You've been holding out on me like a tease. I just want you to shove your cock in me already."

He tsked at that. "So impatient."

You grabbed his jaw, forcing his eyes to lock with your own. "You started this to prove to me you weren't a kid. Your point has been made, and I know all too well that you're a man. I've learned that now, and I'll never forget. Make sure my body doesn't forget that you're a man, either."

At that he lets out a low growl, pressing firmly against you as he grips your thighs and hoists you up, carrying you to the closest bedroom as you cling onto him in an effort to prevent yourself from falling.

He kicks the door behind him, and your back slams down onto the mattress, your body bouncing against the springs. He doesn't care, however, climbing over you with a predatory gaze, as though he were fully intent on finally devouring you. He had gotten mere tastes of the meal to come, and you knew at once that once he slipped in so much as an inch, he'd be deemed insatiable.

He yanked at the leggings you had decided to wear, pulling them to the floor. "Such an impatient little brat."

"F-Fuck," you said, feeling him slide your panties to the side, thumb making contact with your already engorged clit.

"You're lucky I like you so much, Noona. I was intent on just teasing you for a bit longer, but you're just a cock hungry slut who wants to be filled as soon as possible, aren't you?" He chuckles as he removes his hand, much to your disappointment, instead opting to slide the offensive fabric down to the floor to meet your leggings, your shirt and bra following after. It showed the clear power play at the moment, with yourself being completely bare before him. He had been completely naked the last sexual encounter you had together, and your mouth watered at the thought of seeing the view again. He slapped your hands away, however, when you tried to yank at the sweatpants.

He dove between your legs, burying his head between as he forcefully pried your thighs apart, getting a full view of your cunt. "Want me to eat out this pretty pussy of yours, Noona? Get you nice and ready for my cock?"

"J-Jungkook, I'm so wet already. I can't wait any longer, just skip the foreplay," you hissed, thighs tensing beneath his veiny hands. As much as you yearned to feel the wet muscle against your folds once again, you wanted to feel him inside you.

"Are you sure, Noona? I don't want to hurt you. Sure you can take my fat cock?" To test you out, he puts two fingers in, crooking them up against your g-spot with expert precision. Your eyes roll back as you arch your back, desperate for more. He delivers as always, putting a third finger in.

"Gotta stretch you out. Want you to cream on my cock, Noona. Stretch you out good," he rasps, hovering over you, hot breath fanning over your face. "Wanna get you all messy and fucked out. Will you let me use you, Noona? Use you to spasm over my dick until I fill you up nice and good with my cum?"

"S-Shit, just fuck me already! Do whatever, I can't wait any longer," you whined, your mind spinning.

He didn't have to take any more orders, removing his fingers to wipe away the arousal left on your thigh. He yanks down his boxers and sweatpants, length fully erect. He strokes himself, spreading the precum that had already covered the tip. "Can I put it in?" he questions.

"Please." You seemed to be saying that a lot lately, so it seemed.

He flipped you over on your hands and knees, pulling your hips back until your ass met his dick. He circled the head around your entrance, as though testing the waters before he slowly sunk in inch by glorious inch, causing your eyes to roll back at the delicious stretch that he provided. He was bigger than most, so it took you a bit to get used to him, but truth be told it didn't hurt or ache due to the copious amount of arousal that he elicited from you.

It wasn't until he was balls deep that the two of you let out a groan, the moment the two of you were waiting for- for so, so long- finally arriving.

"God, you're tighter than I imagined, baby," Jungkook groaned, pulling his hips back slowly before thrusting inside you. You felt yourself fly forward at the force of his thrust, hands grabbing onto the headboard for stability.

"Ffffuck, you're so big," you whispered, groaning as you spread your legs wider, rubbing your ass against him as he let out a hiss.

"Yeah? Can you handle it, baby?" he questioned, hands digging into your hips thrust into you again, drawing out a long moan.

"Yes! Please, fuck me already," you begged.

"You asked for it." He grabbed your hair, pulling it into a ponytail before twisting it around his wrist for leverage. It wasn't until then that he began fucking into you, his thrusts precise and delibate, aiming for your sweet spot as you gripped onto the headboard and met him thrust for thrust. Your back arched at an angle you weren't used to, your hips snapping back to meet his, his thrusts causing his balls to slap against your cunt with each snap of his hips. The room was soon filled with the sounds of skin against skin, and both of you moaning to your heart's content despite the fact that other people were present in the apartment, not too far away.

"You like this, Noona? Am I fucking you hard enough? Deep enough? Fast enough?" Jungkook panted, yanking onto your hair to pull your head closer to his, his groans right next to your ear.

"Yes! Dear god, yes. Jungkook, I-I..." You felt your eyes roll back. "I'm close."

"Shit, already?" Jungkook seemed to be surprised by this but nevertheless crept his hand down, middle finger toying with your clit. You spasmed over him, walls clamping and clenching down on him as you found your orgasm washing over you. A white hot bliss filled you, spreading from your fingertips to your toes.

You collapsed onto the pillows, but true to his word, Jungkook wasn't done. He let go of your hair as he let you rest momentarily before both of his meaty hands were gripping the flesh of your ass, and he was thrusting once more, using your body for his pleasure. You couldn't do much more than take it, moaning into the pillows at the pleasure you were feeling. You didn't feel sensitive yet, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook drilling into you as you rode out your orgasm, spreading your legs wider and lifting one, making your cunt visible to one side of the room as he leaned against you, fucking you at an impossibly deep angle. With his free hand, he toyed with your clit, enjoying the way your moans became far more unabashed and free than earlier.

"F-F-Fuck, Jungkook!" You still felt a twinge of sensitivity from your previous orgasm, tears springing the corners of your eyes as Jungkook's ministrations began to subside the pain with pleasure.

"Gonna cum again? Get all messy?"

"Let me cum again," you begged, sobbing into the pillow as you felt the band stretch, ready to be released. The muscles in the leg he was holding up had begun to tense, indicating the approaching orgasm. "I'm so close!"

"Greedy slut," Jungkook growled, adding more pressure. Your orgasm was just as powerful, stars exploding behind your lids. You collapsed, falling limp as your body's tremors subsided.

You feel your body roll over, and with droopy lids, you're staring up at Jungkook. At some point, he had taken off his shirt, revealing the sweaty, golden skin that you adored. Your hands came up to run over his muscular form as he settled between your legs once last time.

"I want to see your face when you cum on my cock one last time, Noona. Give me another one. I love feeling you cream on my cock like a good little girl."

You nod, feeling him nestle into you before he's fucking into you again, eyes raking over your body appreciatively. He's already had you ten ways to Sunday, and still, he didn't seem to be sated. Who could blame him though? You looked blissful, a hazy, lust-filled look to your blown out pupils, and your messy bedhead surrounding your head like a halo. Your makeup had smeared and your skin was sweaty, and it pleased Jungkook to know that he was the one responsible.

You could tell he was getting close, the muscles in his abdomen getting taut and tensing up, his thrusts getting sloppier. If there was one additional thing you learned from this experience, though, was that he was stubborn and persistent. He wasn't going to stop until you came one last time.

His hand pressed against your lower belly as he pumped in and out of you, both of you feeling the movements of his every thrust inside of you. "I can feel how deep I am inside of you, Noona," he gasped out. "I can feel my cock fucking you."

Your eyes rolled back, gripping at the pillow beneath your hair as you felt your orgasm approach one last time.

His other hand made contact with your clit, and before you knew it you were unraveling, becoming completely undone both physically and mentally. You felt as though you were being elevated, a sort of high that had taken place once your final orgasm had taken place, and with the additional grunt and deep thrust that accompanied Jungkook filling you up with his cum, it added to the sensation.

You were breathless, both of you panting as he slipped out of you, rolling over to rest. You struggled to catch your breath, your post-orgasmic bliss filling your senses.

You looked to Jungkook with droopy lids, pressing a kiss to his temple as you got up and began to pull your clothes on.

He grabbed your wrist to stop you, brows furrowed. "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'll be back. I just have to go to the restroom. Pee after sex and all that. I also need to get us a towel to clean up," you assure him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before exiting. He seemed worried about you leaving right after having sex, and you wondered for a moment if he felt betrayed by the thought of you leaving after getting what you had begged for, as though you wished only for a hookup with the younger man. Unfortunately, the bathroom wasn't connected to the bedroom.

It wasn't until you exited the bathroom with a towel in hand that Taehyung approached you. It didn't take a genius to realize what happened, considering the fact you smelled of sex and your appearance was a dead giveaway.

"So... you're hooking up with Jungkook now?" Taehyung questioned.

You grimaced. "Is that weird?"

"No, it's expected. Kid's had a crush on you for a while," Taehyung shrugged. "One of the reasons we teased him a lot."

Your brows furrowed. "Huh?"

He gave a surprised expression. "You didn't know? I thought everyone did. Especially with how whiny and grumpy he was with your comment on seeing him as a kid." He gave a boxy grin. "Guess he fixed that issue, though, huh?"

You waved goodbye and returned to Jungkook, noting how he seemed relieved to see you return, true to your word.

You climbed onto the bed, combing your hand through his hair. "Say, kid, how about we get a coffee in the morning?"

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“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fanfic Chapter 1

Link to this chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Summary: Seto Kaiba and Pharaoh Atem no longer reside in Domino City - or in this time period, for that matter. Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood, with their newly awakened shapeshifting powers, jump at the chance to become top duelists once again. Not if a beautiful and cunning duelist by the name of Amber can help it! To Rex’s misfortune, Amber catches him in an embarrassing position at school. But this won’t be the last time he gets hot and bothered at school, and a suggestion from a former rival puts Rex in a rather… compromising position.

This is a sequel to my mostly-Pride fanfic “In the White Light,” which also features Shrimpshipping in the last few chapters. One main reason I wanted to write this fic is to not only give Rex and Weevil more attention, but also to write a Shrimpshipping fanfic with little to no Pride. Though “Don’t Speak Their Names” will feature a few elements from “In the White Light,” it is not 100% necessary to read “In the White Light” first. However, this fic will allude to that one on a few occasions. As always, constructive criticism is welcome!

Chapter 1 - “Oohs” and “Aahs”

“And that,” Rex Raptor propped his legs on the dueling table in a moment of pride, “is what I call sweet, sweet revenge.”

Weevil Underwood ignored the cheers that resounded throughout Domino High School’s rooftop. “Nah. That’s what I call sheer, dumb luck.”

After scooping up his deck, Rex gave the bug duelist a smirk right in his face. “And on my birthday, no less!”

“Okay, okay.” Weevil threw up his hands in defeat. “But insects are still the best. You Jurassic jerk.”

“Those insects were quite the pest problem. But I took care of them…” Rex leaned in closer to Weevil’s ear and whispered, “just like I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Before Weevil could slap Rex for saying something so vulgar at school, their club sponsor spoke as he entered the scene, “Speaking of problems, there will be a problem if you don’t get to class! First period starts in six minutes!”

“Pfft…” a girl snickered on everyone’s way to class.

“What’s so funny?” Weevil didn’t like the way this unfamiliar girl stared at him with her amber eyes.

“Man, oh man…” spoke one of Weevil’s buddies from the tabletop gaming club, which had hosted Rex’s “birthday tournament.” “That’s the last person you want laughing at you, Underwood.”

“Why, what’s so special about her?” Rex asked as everyone took their seats.

“You don’t know?” another friend chimed in. “She’s known around this school as a man-eater. Plus, I’ve heard she’s a sneaky - but awesome - duelist.”

“And wouldn’t I know it,” sighed Espa Roba, who had since moved to Domino City. “She beat me - me, the psychic duelist! - handily during that birthday tournament.”

“So, Mr. Psychic Duelist, what’s her name?”

“Uh…” Espa stared into space. “She was so beautiful that I never thought to ask.”

“And I suppose you bozos never thought to ask either?” Rex got no response to that except for a few dopey chuckles.

“Well, it looks like the sunrise with legs just walked in.” Friend #1 whistled as a girl with long, raven-black hair showed up to class. “Raptor, why don’t you go talk to her?”

“Wh-What? Me?!” Rex pulled Weevil out of his seat. “No way! Make him do it!”

“You’re the one who won the tournament, dino brain!”

It didn’t take long for the raven-haired girl to notice this lover’s quarrel. “A dino brain you are, indeed!” she laughed, completely nonplussed. “Not only to suffer such a humiliating defeat at regionals, but also to have the lowest grades of anyone in this class!”

As the girl laughed all the way to her seat, Friend #2 whispered to Rex, “Um… I guess that’s her way of saying, ‘You’re out of my league?’”

No kidding! Though Rex and Weevil had been in a relationship for nearly a year now, the dino duelist didn’t feel comfortable letting his jock friends know about it.

“She even knows about your oh-so-gracious loss at regionals!” Friend #1 chuckled. “Man, talk about-”

“WILL YOU STOP TALKING ALREADY?!” Rex nearly toppled his desk over as he sharply arose.

“I agree, Mr. Raptor,” spoke their homeroom science teacher. “Thank you for pretending to be the teacher, if only for three seconds. You may take a seat now.”

I’ll get you yet, you piece of shit… Rex glared back at the girl, who continued to giggle with her clique.

Rex had hoped that the teasing would stop in this period. To his misfortune, this girl not only teased him at every turn, but got away with doing it. He reckoned that it was because she had the best grades out of all the seniors and got to skip two years - or so she and her teachers claimed. Very few things annoyed Rex more than smartasses doing whatever they damn well pleased to (unless said smartass was Weevil).

Rex would not have to deal with this smartass for the last period of the day - gym class - as this class had two teachers who normally taught the boys and girls separately. But he did not enjoy the annoying “oohs” and “aahs” he got from his male classmates. Luckily, the gym teacher not only didn’t know the raven-haired girl, but thanks to his athletic abilities, Rex was on his good side.

“There’s a time and a place for teasing each other, boys,” the gym teacher paused before the boys were to jump the vault. “It’s called after school. You’re not in college yet.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Friend #1 as Rex prepared himself for his turn, and promptly took off.

“I suppose his is well-named,” Friend #2 remarked. “The kid runs like a velociraptor. His face looks like one, too.”

Weevil, however, could tell something was awry from the look on his boyfriend’s face. “Hold on, fartknocker. I know Rex better than any of you, and I can assure you he is normally not that exhausted.”

The gym teacher was the only other one to notice. “Mr. Raptor, go to the nurse,” he ordered immediately.

“No, Teach, I’m fine,” Rex insisted, but the gym teacher wouldn’t accept that answer.

“I mean it, Mr. Raptor. You’re having heat exhaustion,” the gym teacher spoke as he wrote Rex a clinic pass. “Go, now, before it develops into full-on heat stroke.”

This was the one teacher Rex really liked, and he knew better than to argue with him. Without looking at his teacher’s face, he took the hall pass and sauntered into the hallway leading to the clinic. He didn’t make it far, though, as even after stopping for some water, he felt even hotter still… in ways he didn’t want to at school. He thanked the gods that nobody in the hallway could see him in such a state.

“Why…” Rex wiped his forehead after making way for the loo. “Argh, why do I have to have a boner in the middle of class? And… and… What the fuck?!”

Rex didn’t expect to see his rabbit ears, paws, and tail come out - after all, he only recently discovered his ability to change into the Creepy Coney. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t retract his animal features. Unless… “There’s only one way I can make my bunny ears go away, huh…”

Rex took one final look around the hall, and locked himself in one of the stalls. Even though the loo was air conditioned well enough, his body still felt hot as he let his pants fall to his knees.

Gods… Rex felt paranoid at first, but as he caressed his own cock, any noise in that hallway - save for his own whimpering - proved insignificant. He had wanted for Weevil to join him in there, but of course the aspiring valedictorian had to jump the vault instead. Still… This isn’t so bad…

Rex had an experience with touching himself that he was unusually proud of, so it took him no time at all to reach a satisfying climax - and an especially loud moan. As he pulled his pants back up and exited the stall, he showed no shame - that was, until he heard a feminine chuckle from just outside the loo entrance. “Sounds like you had quite a bit of fun in there.”

“It’s…!” Rex easily recognized the raven-haired girl. “It’s none of your business!”

“Oh, I think after seeing you practically turn into a rabbit and hearing you masturbate in the bathroom, it is very much my business.”

“Shh!” Rex rushed up to the girl and covered her mouth. “Okay, what do you want me to do so you don’t tell everyone what happened in there?”

“Shouldn’t you ask a lady what her name is before you ask her for favours?”

“But… But…” Rex stuttered.

“The name’s Amber, by the way. And if you’re wondering what I’d like from you… Just let me follow you around whenever I’d like.”

“That’s, um… Odd. You do know I have a boyfriend, right?” Rex let it slip without thinking.

“I’ve known for quite some time,” Amber replied nonchalantly. “Or have you not heard of my sneaky reputation?”

Rex wanted to hit Amber for speaking that way to him, but he knew better. “...So you just want to follow me? Even on the way home?”

“Now that you mention it, yes.” Amber smirked when the bell to end the school day rang. “Right now, if you don’t mind.”

Oh, you bet I do, Rex thought as several jealous boys glared at him. You bet I do.

#yugioh #ygo #shrimpshipping #ryuhaga #mpreg

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alstanfordart · 6 years ago

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Saumo, the shopkeeper from Ch. 14 of my story. He's depicted with the demon Donto.

The scene where he appears below. No triggers.No gore.

They walk up the small ramp to the foot of the door, with Robert stepping aside to pull the curtains back, letting her enter first. The shop had gold and black material recklessly hung around the light brown interior, along with thick candles sitting in shiny black holders. They are greeted by the strong scent of incense burning and the shopkeeper snapping "Don't touch that!" at a youthful human couple.

"Hey, it's cool man. Be cool." the young man says, his hands up as he lets go of the small carving he held.

"What does my body temperature have to do with anything?" Saumo snaps, turning and bowing his head as he sees the new arrivals, the abundance of gold jewelry that adorns his ears and neck chiming as he does so. The outfit he wore matched the fabric strung along the walls.

"Buna, Mirasal." he places a long thin pipe to his lips.

"Buna, Saumo." Mirasal says as she and Robert peruse the shelves filled with religious artifacts and prayer books. Previously she'd found some hidden treasures here. At one point she'd found a religious manuscript from Earth called a bible that was tattered and worn. It had to have traveled far and wide to reach this modest little shop. Along with old toys that had once been in possession of human children. She'd bought one for her daughters called a 'paddle ball.' Ineti had taken a shine to the object, often not letting it out of her sight.

Robert slips away from her to pick up a large heavy black and silver book off a shelf near the entrance. He lowers his lips to blow a cloud of dust from the cover.

Witnessing this, Saumo mutters under his breath. "I should really clean in here."

"What's this?" Robert turns the book sideways in Mirasal's direction as she comes to stand by him.

"It's the Arak book of Araseza," she says, wiping away the remaining grime on the cover to expose the bronze lettering. The style of the book told her it was an earlier edition; the newer ones weren't so gaudy.

"Who?" he cocks his brow.

"Araseza. She's the creator-at least to the Arak," she explains. "And to Rykan, Rykali is the Tusa Masare-the True Mother."

Explaining this would be a task, as it gets complicated. The wars and hostilities between the two groups were as old as the planet itself it seemed. Neither wanted to back down and both thought they were right. The chosen ones. She personally had no time for either.

"So, which one do you belong to? Which do you believe?" he raises the book up.

"Um, neither really. I don't adhere to either one."

"You don't pray to any deities?"

"No. I have no use for them."

"Huh," he places the book back down. "That's interesting."

"Interesting meaning...something else?"

"It's just I saw something in your memories relating to a temple."

"I was baptized in the Arak temple and attended until I was fifteen neros. That's all, though. I haven't stepped in one since." After she'd received the traditional 'ata'-facial tattoos, she'd lost interest in any religion.

"Any specific reason why?" he prods.

"I don't think it helps-praying I mean." she pauses a second before continuing. "Aradea still attends. She tries to get me to attend with her." Her younger sister seemed to think praying in the temple will protect her older sister from whatever harm she may encounter on the job, but to Mirasal, such things weren't necessary. But the younger woman had always been more religious, even her name meant 'daughter of Araseza.'

Neseret on the other hand had a Rykan for a mate and had since defected to that temple. Something that didn't make their mother happy.

"So you don't believe in something greater." he taps the book's cover, as he scratches his forehead, his eyes focused on the floor.

"I didn't say that. Are you religious?" Was he offended? He had mentioned a Goddess name Bessa earlier.

"Not really no, but it's good to be open to things, that's all." He steps closer to her.

"I am, it's just I-"

"Demon! Demon! "

Saumo's voice cracks through the awkwardness between them as he scurries from behind the cluttered wooden counter with a slam of his fist on its surface. He heads directly towards that same leather-clad human couple. The man holding a black marble statue of the demon Donto. The woman's hands come up to grip his shoulders.

"Demon!" Saumo continues to holler as he snatches the artifact from the man's hands. "Don't take it out of it's case. Bad luck!"

The couple make a hasty exit, with the man muttering. "Man, we stepped into crazy town. Fuckin' insane natives."

The shopkeeper then places the artifact back in its place encased in a glass box with gold leaf edges and points a scraggly finger at it. "This is a demon. Humans can't touch it. He'll unleash his wrath upon me. My shop would burn to the ground and I would perish and my soul would be claimed forever to wonder iado and I would never enter the eternal sky. The disrespect!"

"Well, they don't know. You can't expect them to." Mirasal offers as Saumo's erratic eyes land on Robert.

"You look a little startled. Didn't mean to scare you." Saumo chuckles, his voice lowering to a more civil tone, his nose giving a bunny-like twitch.

Mirasal touches Robert's hand. "Are you alright?"

"Fine." he gives her fingers a light squeeze, along with a smirk as he gazes at the artifact.

"Demon, huh?" he approaches the encasing, eyes staring pointedly at it. Saumo's hand shoots up, gold jewelry clanging in response.

"Stay back. No human can-"

"He's not human." Mirasal cuts in, as she follows, standing at Robert's side.

This alters the shopkeeper's facade. "Oh, so you're passing? Good fortune has smiled upon you stranger, perhaps it will rub off on me. Well, I suppose you can see it. But only for a short time."

He takes the sleek black statue out and places in it Robert's hands. The sheen of the ebony surface and maroon jeweled eyes catch the subtle light in the room as Robert turns it over in his hands. Mirasal traces her metallic fingers along it.

"It's Donto. He's the one who hands down punishment to anyone who is cast into iado." she says.

"Iado?" Robert asks, eyes glued on the artifact, still moving it in his palms.

"It's where the lost souls go. The ones who others have turned away from."

"Oh, so like Hell."

"No, it's more like limbo in Easna," she elucidates."It's an endless void. No light, just darkness. No others around. You just wonder endlessly," she taps the figurine. "And he knows what your darkest secrets are. He uses them to torment you, to hunt you. You can try to run from him, but he always catches up."

Robert looks at her. "Really? Sounds like...something else I…know. I mean, I've heard of."

"Like the Prim? It's similar to that in a way."

"Yes it is. But other myths I've heard. Other creatures. There are ones who know all your fears, they feed off them. Then there's the creatures who feed off the life force of virgins."

"What sort of creatures are those? Demons?" she asks, remembering the disturbing story of Mia and her baby.

"Some are. Some are known as energy vampires. Some are Todash-they're not really demons, necessarily, but can be mistaken for them," He looks to Saumo. "How much?"

"Not for sale," comes the stubborn response. "No. Not at all. It guards my shop. Cannot part with it."

"A demon guarding your shop?" Robert counters, his voice trailing off finishing the sentiment.

"Demons can serve you well, if you treat them with respect." Saumo coolly replies, sounding like the Rykan he was.

"Yes they can. But..." Robert lifts his free hand, to pass it along Saumo's defiant scowling face. "Maybe we can discuss it."

With this, the shopkeeper draws a nonplussed countenance, before he finally responds "Well, I'll see what I can do." He turns to head back to his counter, littered with smaller, less valuable statuettes, missing the surprised look on Mirasal's face. He beckons them over with a gesture of his finger.

"Now," he says as he lifts a stack of small, blue books from below the counter. The pile held together with a silver braided bind. "Here, Mirasal. I have Arnamina's poetry books. She asked me to pass them along to you." He pushes them towards her.

Mirasal lifts one up to thumb through it. "She should just keep them."

"Ah, well, it's a reminder for her, I suppose." Saumo shrugs.

Mirasal, keeping her eyes on the pages, concurs. "I suppose," she pauses. "Why did she ask you though? Do you…know each other?" He did after all, use her mother's name.

"Oh yes! She used to read these to me during our visits." Saumo smiles as he turns to Robert, while Mirasal stares at him blinking before she snaps up the books and quickly steps away to stand by the exit.

"So what's the best price you can offer for that?" Saumo points to the statue, still in Robert's hands. The two haggle for a few minutes before an agreement is reached and Saumo carefully bags up the artifact in a beige silk bag. He then escorts them to the exit, standing in the doorway, holding back the turquoise curtains.

"See you soon again!"

#pennywise #fanfiction #dark fantasy #can you spot the sleepwalkers reference in there

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shall-we-imagine · 6 years ago

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You've changed. (Azusa KuzexReader)

Requested: 2. "Define normal." From the prompt list.

Genre: mostly comedy and just randomness but also some fluff

(Second Person Point of View)

"Well, clearly, you've never been to the fairies' world!" You argue, taking a few glances at the signs to ensure you don't miss the library.

"Listen; there's no way a little fairy is gonna win against a mermaid! That just makes no sense! A mermaid can literally lure you into your death!" He claims, using some light hand gestures to emphasize his point.

"Yes, but-" your statement was interrupted by Serge's cheerful voice.

"Guys! Come take a look at this!" He peeks his head outside of a classroom- an empty one, you assumed. He immediately drags you both inside and towards the professors' desk, which carried nothing but an ominous orb of pink and purple. It looked like something a fortune teller would own, and since this was Serge you're talking about, it didn't seem very surprising.

You were previously planning to head to the library with your boyfriend, Azusa, to prove to him the strength of fairies, even though it wasn't exactly necessary, but you felt the need to do it anyway. However, your trip was delayed by your pink haired friend. You could use that as one more proof, though, right? Serge certainly knew enough about fairies!

"Hey, Serge, quick question: In a hypothetical battle between a fairy and a mermaid, who would win?" You pop the question before he begins explaining the psychics' item he was presenting.

Serge being Serge, it took nothing to get him to discuss such a useless topic. "The fairy, of course!" He states.

"See?" You turn to face your boyfriend with a smug expression.

Azusa rolls his eyes. "Come on; this doesn't prove anyth-"

"It's only cuz you've never met a fairy!"

"Well, you've also never met a mermaid!"

"Hey..uh..guys, maybe you can finish that argument later? I have an invention to show you." He gestures to the bright globe.

Azusa sighs; you nudge him, giving Serge an enthusiastic sure! and waiting for the explanation. In all honesty, you were kinda curious about the invention, since all Serge's inventions are amazing; you just wanted to prove Azusa wrong first.

A proud -and slightly insane if you pay too much attention- grin spreads across the inventor's face, "Well! This little sphere can basically combine multiple people's strength and thoughts then portray it onto whoever is carrying it!"

Unsure what that's supposed to mean, you and Azusa merely stare with slightly tilted heads. Serge stares back in anticipation until he realizes you both understood nothing of what he explained.

"Okay, how about we try it? That'll explain it a bit better. (Y/N), do you wanna try it?" He offers.

You hesitate, but seeing the gleam in his eyes, you couldn't object. "Uh, yeah, why not?"

He twists the ball before handing it over to you, which resulted in it splitting right through the middle to show a plain, black strip underneath. "Okay, so first of all, you have to think of a range. So, like maybe think everyone in this room, okay?" Serge explains, as he hands you the invention, that was a lot lighter than you expected.

"Then Azusa and I have to think of a creature or something, while you press the ball together, then it combines our magic and thoughts to turn you into whatever we thought of, get it?"

You nod eagerly, and push the two parts of the sphere together the way Serge instructed.

It was a mistake.

Why? Well, first of all, you didn't even warn them beforehand, so they were both caught of guard. Second of all, someone walked in right as you were trying out the invention, which resulted in their inclusion in the range you thought of- everyone in this room.

You fell to the ground with a loud thump, accidentally letting go of the ball of troubles that went rolling towards the newcomer's foot. At first, you didn't understand why this transformation included you dropping to the ground, but it didn't take you too long to figure out. "What the fuck?!"

Azusa tries not to burst into laughter (he didn't try hard enough). Meanwhile, Serge stares at you, his index finger and thumb around his chin, "Maybe we should've agreed to think about one thing.."

"You should've considered that before trying it out on me!!" You complain.

Serge jumps to the defence of his precious invention, "I mean part of the invention is that it reaches common ground! Which it did! I thought of a fairy, and I guess Azusa thought of a mermaid...but why the bunny ears?"

The intruder walks closer, globe in hand. "I suppose that could be my fault?" Klaus hands Serge the sphere but keeps his confused and slightly horrified gaze on you. "It would've fit you well if it weren't for the other..modifications. Now, you're an actual bunnyhead." He adds, as if that helps in any way.

"Well, can't we just turn her back using the invention again?" Azusa, who seemed to be in a weirdly good mood, asked.

Just when you feel like there's a solution to your strange form, Serge frowns. "You can only use it once every forty minutes.."

You groan. "How bad does it look?" You could see the blue tail you'd grown where your legs used to be, and you could feel some scales all over your body, but you weren't sure what happened to your face. You hoped for nothing too weird, as you pull out a mirror from your backpack.

"I mean..It could pass off as normal if we exclude the tail?" Serge gives a nervous smile.

Blue hair. Pointed ears like an elf's. On top of your head were also another pair of ears- a bunny's. There were only a few scales on your face, but your skin had turned to a very light sky blue colour too, so there's that.

You bring the mirror down to squint at Serge, "Define normal."

"I mean people are usually not that attentive or sharp, to be fair." Klaus shrugs.

"I have blue skin! And two pairs of ears! And scales! You'd have to be blind not to notice that!" You snap.

"Why are you snapping at me?! Don't force me to give you extra assignments!" He warns.

You pretend to clear your throat, "uh, sorry. Forget that happened."

"It's important to mention that class begins in like.." Klaus glances at his watch, "ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?! What are we gonna do?!" You begin to panic. "Also, being dry makes me uncomfortable." Man, why are you acting like a real mermaid?

"Do you want me to take you to the lake?" Azusa teases, earning a glare from you.

"You guys need to hide somewhere until I figure out a way to reverse it...or the forty minutes are over.." Serge scratches the back of his head nervously.

"How are we even going to leave the classroom without attracting attention?"

Wrapped in both your own cloak and Azusa's cloak, you felt like you were imitating voldemort's look during the beginning of the goblet of fire. It wasn't the best feeling. The fact that Azusa had to carry you wasn't helping either.

"(Y/N)? Azusa? What's wrong? Why are you carrying her?" Elias stops you both, and you use all your power to pray he doesn't notice anything weird with your figure. Elias would be understanding, but let's just say; the less people that got to see your odd transformation, the better.

"Um..she hurt her leg." Azusa blurts out.

"What?! How?" Elias's voice was filled with concern, forcing you to feel guilty for the lie.

"D-don't worry about it; it's not bad! Azusa is just exaggerating!" You laugh nervously.

"Okay.." The blond male nods slowly, as if slightly suspicious, "why are you wrapped up like that?"

"I'm..I'm cold." You wanted to slap yourself for how bad your lies were turning out.

"Are those..bunny ears?" Elias points out the long, furry ears you'd pressed down underneath the hood of the cloak, in attempts to conceal it.

"It's..it's a costume!" You glance between Azusa and Elias in panic, silently asking your boyfriend for help.

"A costume? What for?" You love Elias; you really do, but at the moment, you just wish he'd stop asking so much questions.

"You don't wanna know." Azusa smirks, earning a bashful oh from the smaller boy, before proudly leaving with you in his arms.

"Really, Azusa?! Out of anything you could've said?!" You complain, fairly embarassed by his bold statement as well.

"I panicked." Shrugs a perfectly calm Azusa.

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"How much longer do I have to wait?!" You groan, pulling at the hood of your cloak and pressing your second pair of ears further down.

"I don't know; it seems like we'll have to wait for the forty minutes to be over." He gives you a sympathetic smile, but that doesn't stop you from releasing a louder groan and dramatically lying back on the grass in defeat.

You hear a chuckle, directing your attention back to the male sitting opposite to you with crossed legs. "You know you actually look kind of cute like that; I'm considering keeping you from transforming back." He smirks.

"You wouldn't dare!" Your bunny ears push your hood back, taking a stiff, straight position towards the back of your head. It was supposed to show aggression, but it seemed to only look adorable to your boyfriend, who just burst into laughter.

"See? You're so cute." He speaks in utter awe, petting your head to further increase your displeasure.

"Hey! Don't make me get violent with you; I'll-" He connects his pink lips with your pale blue ones, interrupting your empty threat. You could feel your bunny ears relax and stay down near your face. You were glad his eyes were shut; otherwise, he would've once more burst into laughter at your inconveniences.

"Am I interrupting something?" The familiar voice of a person that indeed enjoyed interrupting happy moments for his sadistic pleasures- okay he wasn't so bad, but this was the best part of your day; come on!

"Uh..no?" You give an awkward smile, after you pull away from Azusa in a rush.

"Technically, the forty minutes are over. You're free, bunnyhead." Klaus chuckles, tossing you the troublesome sphere. You could clearly see how much more he's enjoying using that nickname. "Serge was so caught up in figuring out something to reverse it that he didn't notice the time was up anyway."

"Oh! Thank you!" You hold the globe with such relief. "Okay, Azusa think of my usual form!"

"Got it." He gives a thumbs up, signalling you to go on. You comply and once again press the ball together after twisting it the way Serge did earlier. This time your range was just one person- Azusa. This should go perfectly fine.

Your normal skin colour and hair colour were back! Also, no fish tail or scales! You get off the ground, cheering loudly. "Finally! I'm back!"

Klaus was giving you and Azusa confused looks. Azusa was yet again trying not to laugh. You paused, deciding your celebration should probably be delayed- something was definitely up.

"Are we supposed to tell her?" Klaus turns to Azusa.

"Nope."

"Tell her what?" You begin patting your face, trying to figure out what's off. Then you reached it. Those fucking bunny ears were still there. "Azusa!"

"Oops?" He smiles innocently. "You look extra adorable, though, and that's thanks to me." He defends.

"You're pure evil!"

"You know you love me." He states, a smirk decorating his lips.

You huff, trying to distract from your burning hot cheeks. "I do."

"I love you too." You somehow didn't notice until now, but his face was now a lot closer than before. His eyes were switching glances between your eyes and lips.

"You do know I'm still here, right?"

"Yeah, why are you still here?" Azusa rolls his eyes at the blond, reluctantly pulling away from you.

"Oh, yeah, my bad; let me just walk away with this." Klaus had apparently retrieved the orb and was now walking away with the only cure to your current state.

"Hey, Klaus! Klaus, wait!" You chase after the taller male that made it a point to walk faster and ignore your shouts.

Anyway, long story short: now the entire academy thinks you can make some very good, convincing costumes. How you wish that was the case..

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the-jade-cross · 4 years ago

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Spirit of Autumn - Chapter 5

Jack woke the next morning to hearing a loud pounding on his door. He didn't have to hear the person speak to know that it was bunny, kicking the door instead of knocking.

"Wake up lazy butt!" the rabbit hollered through the door, "We're stringing up lights and garland this morning before lunch! Chop Chop! Tooth went to wake Scarlett. Can you see that they get to the living room in the near future?"

Jack grumbled and got out of bed. He pulled on his hoodie over his tank top and grabbed his staff. Making his bed by using snow and ice, he swung out the room. When he stopped outside Scarlett's room, it was silent inside.

Jack reached up and knocked on the door. He didn't get a reply so he opened the door and stepped inside. He immediately froze, literally.

Sitting on her bed was Scarlett, wearing only short shorts and her feet were bear. She was trying to pull on a shirt over her head but was stuck since she had forgotten to unzip the back zipper so it was tight over her head. Her head and her elbows were still in the shirt, trying to find the zipper to unzip it... but her chest down was exposed. Luckily the girl was wearing a sports bra but Jack found himself staring a little too long at her long, slender, perfectly shaped legs and her slender waist.

"Tooth is that you?" the girl asked through the shirt, her voice muffled, "This is the last time I agree to wear this shirt! Why can't I wear my other clothes? It's not like decorating requires a dress code!"

Finally the girl found the zipper and pulled the shirt over her head. She let out a huff and looked up, her eyes landing on Jack. Having not yet noticed his rather flustered expression, she smiled at him. However, she suddenly noticed that his face was going deeper and deeper blue and she felt like that was either a sign of anger, fear or embarrassment. She glanced down at herself, hoping that she didn't have something on her shirt, when she realized that 99.9% of her legs were showing and then she realized that he had seen her stuck in the shirt, meaning that he got a good look at her front.

"JACK!" the girl screeched, grabbing her skinny black jeans and holding them in front of her to hide her legs, "Why didn't you say something? At least turn around!"

Jack found it impossible to move. His feet were stuck to the floor. When he had seen her, his bare feet had frozen themselves to the floor and he couldn't compose himself enough to unfreeze them.

"What are you doing here Jack?" Tooth asked as she buzzed into the room, carrying an armful of girl accessories.

She took a look at the flustered boy and his frozen feet, then at Scarlett who was holding her jeans in front of her and was going red. She put two and two together and guessed that the Winter Spirit had come in at the wrong time.

"Okay, Jack," Tooth said, reaching up and grabbing a towel, draping it over his face, "Dont move this unless you turn around."

Jack wasnt able to tell Tooth that he could see through the towel that wasn't a towel but rather a scarf. He guessed that Tooth had lost her touch while Scarlett was gone so she wasn't prepared to dress up another girl. HE could make out the figure of Scarlett who began to pull on her jeans and Jack felt his face go even more blue since he could see her curves and figure even through the scarf.

The fairy began to buzz around, hoping to do something to Scarlett's hair but the girl pushed her off. Scarlett noticed Jack's feet which were beginning to send ice across the floor. Grabbing a glass of warm water, she poured it around Jack's feet and his feet unfroze. She reached up and pulled the towel off his head. If Jack's face was flushed before, it was on fire now as he looked down at the girl who was looking up at him, her cheeks still slightly pink.

"Sorry..." he whispered.

The girl smiled and shook her head, "It's okay. I should have locked the door."

The girl skipped across the room, grabbed a hairbrush and began to brush her long red hair. Jack felt his feet freezing again so he began to hover slightly above the ground to avoid that but he couldn't keep the blue blush down. She finished brushing and pulled her hair into a long ponytail. leaving a few wisps about her face, framing her perfect features.

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Jack was doing it again and it was beginning to aggravate North. Jack would keep zoning out while watching Scarlett as she put up the garland and when he zoned out, frost would begin to grow on the Christmas lights that Jack was supposed to be putting up.

“Jack, pay attention!” North called, loud enough for Scarlett to hear too.

The girl looked up from her work to see that Jack looked away from her direction and blushed a faint blue. The girl felt herself smile before she dropped the garland. She skipped over to Jack and stood in front of him, aware that she was causing his blush to grow more.

“How about we race Jack?” she asked, “First one to finish putting garland or lights up wins,”

Jack suddenly smiled, his mischievous side coming out, “You’re on. What’s the prize.”

Scarlett considered that a moment, “How about the winner chooses his prize?”

Jack grinned, “Agreed.”

With that, the two bolted off. Scarlett said nothing about not flying so Jack was soon flying around the room like crazy with the lights trailing after him. He finished in record time (five minutes) and dropped to his feet proudly by the empty boxes.

“Done!” He looked up and almost choked when he realized that Scarlett was there too.

“Wait…. Were you here already or…” Jack asked, bewildered. “How did you do that without flying?” Scarlett just grinned and let out a soft giggle. This brought a blush to Jack’s face.

“Okay, how about we both choose our prize and I’ll let you get your prize too? Fair?” Scarlett asked.

Jack grinned and nodded, “Fair. So, what’s your prize?”

Scarlett smiled, “You have to take me on a fly. I’ve never really flown except in wind jumps.” “I think I can make that happen,” Jack told her.

“What’s your prize?” Scarlett asked, intrigued as to what Jack wanted.

“You’ve got to give me a kiss,” Jack said before he realized what he had done, “No wait… I didn’t… uh no I didn’t mean to say that i…. um…”

Scarlett was staring up at the tall young man in shock. She had a feeling that Jack liked her, but she never realized that it was that serious. She felt a slight blush creep up her face as Jack become more and more flustered, blushing a solid ocean blue that he looked ready to pop from embarrassment.

“I mean… I was just kidding I mean…” Jack kept going, trying to find a good excuse and trying to think of something else to ask for. What he realized to his dismay that whenever he tried to think of a different prize to ask for, Scarlett would always appear in his mind and it was driving him insane.

“I mean you don’t have to… I was just… it was kind a slip of the tongue… you…” the boy was suddenly cut off when he felt something soft and cool touch his cheek.

Instead of the blue blush on his face intensifying, it faded till it was just a soft pale blue sprinkling his face. He looked down at Scarlett who was still standing next to him, her hands on his one shoulder as she stood on tippy toe, her lips still on his cheek.

Scarlett was shocked that she had left her lips there for longer than necessary, but something was keeping her rooted there. She at first had thought she wouldn’t manage it since Jack was so tall that she had to use his shoulder as leverage…. but now she suddenly had an urge to hold him close and bury her face in his chest. His scent of freshly fallen snow and peppermints invaded her breathing and made her feel dizzy.

Finally, she pulled away and dropped onto her feet, keeping her eyes down. She took a step back and removed her hands from Jack’s shoulder. The boy was staring at her completely dumbfounded. He honestly didn’t know whether to grin, cry or blush deep blue again…. So he just stood there frozen… again.

“Well it looks like you finally managed to get the lights up Jack,” North said, announcing his appearance.

The old man noticed Jack’s stunned look and how Scarlett kept looking at anything but Jack and her cheeks were tinted pink.

“What happened?”

Bunny appeared beside North and took in the sight, however he didn’t have North’s knowledge of Jack’s crush so instead of believing that something had happened between the two in those terms like North did, he registered the scene all together differently.

“Scarlett, did you smack Jack? Frost what did you do!?”

Scarlett was on the bunny in an instant, tackling him in a headlock so badly that the rabbit fell onto his back with a yelp.

“WHAT DID I DO!?” Bunny cried, “WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?”

North took this opportunity to take Jack by the arm and gently usher him out of the room, “Walk with me.”

Fifteen minutes later North was leaning against his desk while Jack sat on the window seat, having just explained what had happened.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” North inquired.

Jack shook his head, gazing out the window as a faint blue blush took over his pale complexion, “I don’t know… I was too stunned to even move. I was… frozen to the spot… again.”

“Again?” North inquired, “This has happened before?”

“This morning,” Jack replied. “I happened upon Scarlett when she was changing and… I froze.” North’s eyes widened, and he grinned knowingly, “Well that is all cleared up!” “What is cleared up!?” Jack cried, “I am more confused than I was the day that you told me about Scarlett!” North smiled and patted the boy on his head with his large hand, “Now I know what is going on in that white head of yours.” Jack glared, “And what is going on in my head?”

“You’re in love!” North sang.

Jack’s blue eyes widened and the blush on his cheeks traveled to his ears till his ears looked like blue balls. “WHAT!?”

“You’re in love with Scarlett!”

“But I just met her the other day!” Jack cried, “How is that possible?!”

North smiled, “Love at first sight wise guy! You have never met Cupid, but the guy is a clever one. You should probably visit him. You and Scarlett both.” Jack glared, “You know that it will rouse suspicion in Scarlett if we do.” North shrugged, “I could make an excuse like his invitation to the party got lost so you have to deliver the letter personally and you could go along with Scarlett to grace Cupid’s place with winter.” “I don’t know,” Jack sighed, “I don’t want to push her into anything she doesn’t want. Who knows, she might hate me!” North chuckled, “You are so stupid Jack.” “HEY!” the spirit cried, offended.

“She wouldn’t have kissed you if she hated you Jack!” North cried, “Honestly, the reason why neither of you have done it yet is because it was never brought into the conversation! Also, Scarlett probably didn’t realize you would actually like it.” Jack scratched his neck nervously, “I don’t know….”

“Trust me Jack,” North said, “This is the best. DINGLE!” The elf appeared, along with eight other elves.

“Send a message to Cupid! Tell him that he’ll be receiving some lovesick guests.”

Jack rolled his eyes behind North’s back, but his heart suddenly leapt. Would Cupid be able to help him? Also… would this trip with Scarlett help him bring to Scarlett’s attention his real feelings?

“JACK!” North called, “Stop staring off into space like a loon and get ready!”

#jack frost #rise of the guardians #winter #spirit #Jack Frost x oc

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r95irth · 7 years ago

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Hi! Can you match each of your ocs with their name/quirk? It's getting a little difficult to understand who is who, sorry for the bother!

Of course i can ^^ And don’t worry you’re not bothering me.

I will put ALL my ocs in this list, including those i barely speak about. (Not the one people lent me though) If you only wanted to see the class A and B ocs, here is the link :

https://r95irth.tumblr.com/post/164751698033/i-think-i-finally-have-everyone-in-the-future#notes

There’s a tabler with everyone name and link (including credits to their original owner when they are not mine)

Now every other ocs i created. Beware the list is really long.

Satoru Todoroki. Quirk : Manipulative bond. He can manipulate people he bonds with, the closer he is to the person the more he can manipulate them. The bond can be forced with physical intamcy but it works way better when it’s a mutual intimacy, not necessary physical.

Mahô Shindo. Quirk : Enchantment. She can enchant every object she is in contact with. Enchantment works as long as she doesn’t change the nature of the object itself (like turning a rope into a sword, it doesn’t work).

>>>>>Shindo family.

Fusao Shindo. Quirk : Psychometrer. He can read the past of every object he touches with his hands. At the begining of his career he could just see facts that happened with the object but when he met his wife his power got stronger and he could also read emotion of the people who used the object.

Keiko Shindo. Quirk : Emotional attachment. She’s really empathic and can attach emotion (other’s or her own) to objects she touches.

Hiromi Shindo. Quirk : Psychometrer. Like his dad he can see the past of every object he touches, but unlike him he can get rid of the memory and transmit it to another objet.

Akira Shindo. Quirk : Living Psychometrer. He can read the memories of the people he touches, as long as it’s still living. Then, like his twin he can transmit the memory he has seen to someone else.

Tobio Shindo. Quirk : Empathic mind. Tobio is a lot like his mother : empathic. He can feels what people around him are feeling, and to some extent can steal it from them. But that means he has to bear their emotions in addition to his, so he tends to avoid that.

>>>>>Better care ocs (if there is no surnmae that means that even i don’t remember it, oops !)

Mari. Quirk : Timestop. She can put on holds anything she is touching. The smaller the thing is the longer she can holds its time up. She has to touch the object again to give back the time, otherwise the object is destroyed. It works on living people. Her victims are stuck in a time loop, looking like dead. She can hold a human time for around a week (if she doesn’t touch the victim to give them the time back, they die). When she has touched someone she can’t hold their time again for as long as she had hold it. (If she touched someone and put him in timestop state for a week, then she can’t use her power on them for a whole week after that).

Kaoru. Quirk: body control. They can control their body to the fullest, making grow organs or limbs again and again, as many time as he wants. But the organ will always be in it right place, that means that if you want it, you have to operate him and get it yourself.

Big Mother / Airi. Quirk : She can hears whatever people say about her. If she knows more about someone that they know about her, she can manipulate their memory/vision/hearing to some extent.

Death-pair / Henry. Quirk : He eats emotions and depending of what he’s eating his body reacts differently. Hope heals him. Despair gives him force…ect…

The surgeon / Hideyoshi. Quirk : He can transfers wounds on other people. The wound has to pass on his body first, to his right hand to his left hand. He can stock those wounds into bottles and throw it at his victims, though he need helps for that because he can’t make the special bottles by himself.

The doctor. Quirk : He’s a nemu of the first generation, probably one of the many drafts before the one that appeared in bnha. His original quirk was to steal people’s power when they shared a secret. As long as the secret remain he could uses the other person’s power. The other person’s power got stronger too in exchange. if the person dies, then the secret is forgotten, the power is lost. The doctor stole a lot of other quirks so its not the only one he has.

Satori Yagi Midoriya. Quirk : she can attracts objets to herself, or be repulsed by object. It depends of her weight, if she’s weight more than the object ; she attracts it, If she’s lighter than the object (or that object is stuck) she’s repulsed by it.

>>>>>Satoru and Mahô’s future classes.

Max Chandler. Quirk : Candle man. He’s a mutation type, his body is made of 90% wax and only 10% of rope. He’s very flammable and tends to melt.

Tsubaki Chuzenji [Recovery girl’s grandchildren] Quirk : Healing voice. He can controls perfectly every sound coming from his mouth.

Takashi Futaba. Quirk : Illusions. He can creates illusions, he only needs people to either hear or see him for it to work.

Kyouji Kamino. Quirk : Astral projection. He’s always in astral projection state, that means his body is pretty much untouchable. He has to focus to actually hold anything and to have any contact with anything.

Yule Makela. Quirk : pressured scales. She has scales all over her body and from those she can expulses air or acid / water (anything her body has in it).

Goro Nusagi. Quirk : rabbit mutation. He’s a bunny, so that means good ears, strong legs and really hard teeths.

Hana Sakuraba. Quirk : needles hair. Her hair can becomes acupuncture needles. If she hits pressure your pressure points with it you’re gonna be in trouble.

Arya Sayren. Quirk : Aura sphere. She can makes an aura surrounding her (around 300 centimeter) and her body adapts to its new surrounding. She likes to make a auatic aura around her and swim in it.

Riichi Daisuke. Quirk : 7 dwarves. He can make seven tiny copies of himself. But each copy has an very evident quality/default you have to deal with it. When he merges into one again he gains all the knowledge his copies gathered.

Ume Sumamoto. Quirk : Flower touch. She can make flower grow on everything she touches, but she needs to has knowledge about the flower/plants she’s making grow.

Azuma Attakai. Quirk : Heat glare. Beware of his eyes, if he glares at something he can raise its temperature, to the point of boiling! It works less on living things.

Sei Shikatsu. Quirk : Zombie corpse. She’s pretty much a zombie, that means her body is dead, her limbs can fall and still moves without being attached. She’s almost unkillable (but is sensible to fire)

Kohaku Risu. Quirk : Flying Squirrel. She has the body of a flying squirrel.

Yosuke Udebuki. Quirk : armed weapon. He can turns his arms into weapons (saber, bow, guns, ect).

Makoto Gaijin. Quirk : Electric enforcer. He can make his nervous system more efficient thanks to electric enforcement, so it gives him really good reflex. His power also allow him to give small decharges to people he touches, making them dull and stricking their nervous system. For a reason he doesn’t get, when people lies while touching him, they get electrocuted. (And when HE lies he gets electrocuted)

Hibiki Shaishin. Quirk : after image. He can makes sure that his action leave an after image. All his after image can hold a couple of minutes.

Kenya Monmen. Quirk : cotton mutation. The boy has cotton like hair. His hair can absorbs hits pretty well. It’s fluffy.

Kahei Ishida. Quirk : electronic ghost. She can merges into any electronic device and hack it.

Kino Mirai. Quirk : borrowing future. He can turns himself into someone else’s future version. (Up to ten years ahead) that means he gets their physical condition ect. ect. He keeps his own mind when he’s transforming but when he is done he gets nightmare about his victims one futureS.

>>>>>>>>Other ocs i talk about sometimes or i’m currently thinking about using in future works.

Peacemaker/Warbringer. An oc that is probably related to Deathpair. She’s a hero but also a villain at the same time. Suffers from hero complex. Lot of scars, really mutiled. Quirk : she can enforce or decrease people’s emotions. The emotions has to be here, she can’t create it.

Tired doctor. He’s the doctor that took care of Satoru at the begining of better care. His quirk is called Insomny, and makes him unable to sleep.

The New Zealand boy. A boy without a name yet, he’s a sportman from new zealand and is really interested in Mahô’s career. his quirk is called imaginary friends. It’s really strong, basically he can imagines friends and those friends can helps him. but his imaginary friends can only affect him, not anyone else or the world. And he had to really care about his “imaginary friend for them to take shapes and be strong enough to help him. He always describes it as “they have to live by themselves, i’m like a writer and they are my characters, i gave life to them but i don’t always control them”

Reset. First draft of New Zealand boy’s quirk. This oc was supposed to be able to save something, and reset it if anything happened to him. Like in video games, he loads the previous version of it. It works on anything even living things.

Shouto’s nemesis. A villain whose quirk is to throw boiling water to people.

Not named villain. A villain who can manipulate alcohol, and so put his ennemy into a drunk state.

Insipiration villain. Honestly it’s just a villain that can steal people’s motivation and use it for their own goods. It’s a bitch i like to think it’s my writing inspiration and i’m waiting for a hero to kick their butt.

AND…I think the list is over. I hope you don’t mind i didn’t talk about Airi’s mother because well, she doesn’t have a quirk in my mind? Or other people that only made an quick appearance (like in the park) ? And i didn’t talk about every student’s parents of the future class because i’m still working on them...And if i have forgotten any oc…Sorry oc, you’re too many.

Hope it helped. see you Thank you for your ask dear anon ^^

#anon ask #ocs #bnha #My writing #how come i have so many ocs #i'm dying #the list is so long #and it's getting longer each passing day #sends help #please someone stops my brain #i need a hero to kick inspiration's butt

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ferretfyre · 8 years ago

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The Last Bunny of Krypton - Chapter 5

Title: The Last Bunny of Krypton - Chapter 5

Rating: G

AO3 Link

Word Count: 4905

Author’s Note: Once more, thanks to my friends @bluelightningbug, anchoress, and iowaforever, who provided a simply mountainous amount of help, and without which, this chapter wouldn’t have been finished. Credit to where credit is due, after all. Sincere apologies for the absurdly long wait time, but inspiration is a fickle mistress, and life’s been cluttered. Thankfully, I managed to pull through the clutter, writers block and fickleness, and finally bring you this chapter. Originally, the chapter would have began with a slot of expository text to fill in the time skip, but whenever I tried to do that, it wound up just feeling awkward and clunky, so I decided to just let the dialogue that I had already written do the job, which felt less stiff and had a bit more flow. Hopefully it works, and hopefully the wait was worth it. And most of all, I hope the next chapter comes across faster.

Read the chapter under the line break.

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to go to Zootopia!” Judy beamed, clapping her paws together as she stood up from the bench, eagerly peering out over the train tracks, foot eagerly tapping on the concrete platform.

“Now now, Judy, the train doesn’t come for a few more minutes,” Bonnie said, placing a paw on the younger rabbit’s arm in a vain attempt to stem her excitement.

“Yeah, but still! I’m actually gonna be going somewhere new! And just anywhere, but Zootopia! Where anybody can be anything!”

“Jeez, Judy, you act like you just got out of jail.” Jennifer, Judy’s older sister, added with a touch of sarcasm. “It’s just college, calm down.”

Judy gave Jennifer a glare, turning to respond, but Bonnie held up a paw.

“Now, now, Jennifer, you can’t blame Judy for being excited. Not often a Hopps gets to go to a big city college, so she has the right to be excited.” She then turned to Judy. “Now, Judy, are you absolutely positively sure you have everything you need?” she asked, looking over Judy’s suitcase and backpack for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Judy simply nodded before looking eagerly down the railway tracks again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty sure,” she answered, “If I forget anything I can just see if Lana has it. Didn’t we already go over this? It’s just college, Mom, and I’m staying with Lana. I think I’ll survive.”

“Just double checking, dear.” Bonnie said, wringing her hands slightly. “And I really don’t feel like you should have to return to the farm if you forgot your license or a change of clothes or your toothbrush or your–”

“Mom, I’ll be fine.” Judy interjected, putting a hand on Bonnie’s shoulder. “If I forget anything, I’ll just run back home and get it.”

“What if someone sees you, Judy?” Jennifer, Judy’s older sister, asked, arching an eyebrow. “What then, huh?”

“Oh come on, Jen, what are they gonna see? A gray streak? I’m pretty sure I can run fast enough to get home and back without anybody noticing.”

“Well just ‘cause you can run that fast doesn’t mean you should, Judy. You can’t just be showing off your powers willy-nilly, you gotta be more controlled. Remember when you tried to make Mrs. Hodges’ her soup and just ended up melting her pot?”

“That was two years ago, Jen,” Judy answered, crossing her arms as she briefly glanced over her shoulder as the train whistle sounded in the distance. “I’ve gotten way better with all that sort of stuff. Remember when I flew Pidge O’Keefe to the hospital after she got lost in the woods? Or when I yanked the door off that car when that doe got into an accident? I’m pretty sure of myself now.”

“Judy, Jennifer has a point,” Bonnie replied, reaching out to clasp Judy’s paw. “I don’t want you taking any unnecessary risks. What happened with Pidge O’Keefe and the car crash were emergency situations. I don’t want you to be making a habit of using your powers all the time. They’re something very special, and should only be used when absolutely necessary. Understand? There’s no need to show off or anything.”

“But I’m not showing off,” Judy huffed. “I mean, I was born with these, right? I mean, Jor-El said they’re a natural part of me, so why do I gotta hide them like I’m some sort of freak?”

Bonnie shook her head, clasping Judy’s paw in her own. “Nobody is saying you’re a freak, Judy. What I’m saying is that not everyone is going to be as open to the idea of you lifting trucks and cars, or running faster then most airplanes can fly, or shooting lasers from your eyes. Stuff like that–as beautifully wonderful and normal for you–aren’t normal for everyone else. So just take it easy and keep a low profile. Don’t want to attract too much attention, right? Not all attention is going to be good attention.”

Judy opened her mouth to answer, only to be cut off by the sound of the train coming to a loud, mechanical halt behind her. She closed her mouth, letting her shoulders slouch slightly.

“Well, there’s the train,” Judy sighed, raising her paws in surrender. “I’ll promise to keep a low profile, mom. No showing off.”

Bonnie smiled, standing up from the bench. “Don’t be so glum. Come here, honey.” She spread her arms, beckoning for a hug. Judy gave a lopsided smile, leaning into her mom’s embrace.

“I just want you safe, okay? Stay safe.” Bonnie whispered into Judy’s ear, tightening the hug.

Judy nodded. “Will do Mom.” she glanced over at Jennifer. “What? No hugs from you?”

Jennifer rolled her eyes, standing up from the bench and wrapping her arms around Judy and Bonnie. The embrace then broke up, and Jennifer rustled the fur on Judy’s head playfully. “Just stay out of trouble, okay?”

“Can’t promise.” Judy jibed playfully, scooping up her luggage and backpack and heading towards the train. “Goodbye!” she called over her shoulder.

Jennifer and Bonnie waved as Judy eagerly hopped aboard the train.

“Remember to call when you get there! “

Judy waved back, giving a thumbs up in reply as the train lurched forwards. “Will do!”

As she waved, the train lurched again, and began to move forward, and Judy watched with a smile on her face as the platform steadily began to move away from her.

She inhaled, letting the porter take her suitcase, and she slowly started towards her seat. Scattered across the train car was a wide array of mammals, ranging from otters to sheep to big cats. She gave a tentative wave towards some of them, most of whom merely replied with a slight nod and raising of the eyebrows. She found her seat, finding that it was, luckily, a window seat. However, between her and the window, was a buttoned down looking skunk, who was reading a book.

“Um, hello,” Judy said, giving a friendly smile. “Do you mind making room, that’s my seat.” she motioned towards the window seat. The skunk looked over to the seat, before sighing to himself and standing up. Judy bowed her head in thanks, shuffling over to her seat and sitting down. The skunk soon followed, settling down in his seat and returning to his book.

Judy glanced over to him, extending a paw. “My name’s Judy, by the way.”

The skunk looked down at her paw, decidedly unimpressed, before taking it in his own and giving it a brief, very stiff shake. “Evans.”

Judy smiled and nodded, setting her backpack at her feet. “So…” she began, glancing out the window. “It’s my first time going to Zootopia, so I’m pretty excited.”

The skunk gave Judy a slight eyebrow raise. “Wonderful.” he deadpanned. He then returned to his book, seemingly deliberately shifting to face away from Judy.

Judy’s smile dropped somewhat. Okay then… she thought, awkwardly beginning to twiddle her thumbs as the train’s motions steadily grew smoother. She glanced out the window, watching as the rolling farmland of Bunnyburrow steadily passed by.

As she watched the land race by, the full scope of the situation began to dawn on her. She was doing it. Actually doing it. For the first time, she was striking out on her own. Sure, a part of herself thought, it was only going to be for a few weeks, but that didn’t change the fact that for the first time, she’d actually be on her own, in a place she didn’t know, as an adult.

And she wasn’t just heading to any place. Oh no, she was heading to the city of dreams, the place where a nobody like her had the real opportunity to do something…to become something.

And it was an absolutely ecstatic feeling.

It was late in the evening when the train finally reached Zootopia, and as the train came to a stop, Judy eagerly peered out the window, eyes widening in awe. Sprawled before her, a glittering array of glowing neon and fluorescent lights, was the Zootopia Train Station. In a way, Judy supposed she shouldn’t be anywhere near as in awe as she was now. After all, she’d done her research. She knew full well that it was probably the largest train station in the city–if not the country.

Judy was quick to grab her bags, popping up out of her chair and trying to squeeze her way down the aisle. She was quickly overwhelmed however by the sudden river of disembarking passengers, many of whom were several times her size, all seemingly just as adamant to get off the train as she was.

As such, she didn’t so much as walk off the train as she was shoved forwards, her feet scuffling and tripping over the carpet covered floors as she tried to avoid being stepped on by a random hippopotamus or cebu.

“Watch it, bunny,” Muttered the cebu in question, looking down at her with a sharp glare. “Get a move on.”

“Sorry,” she muttered in response, quickening her pace. Deep down, she had the suspicion that if one of these larger animals somehow did manage to step on her, she’d likely be just fine. After all, she wasn’t just any bunny. She could probably lift the cebu just fine. Of course, at the same time, she didn’t want to just test that theory willy-nilly. Better safe than sorry, as her father always used to say.

Luckily though, the flow of animals managed to carry Judy out of the train car rather quickly, and soon she found herself standing on the platform, the crowd growing less compressed as each animal went his or her own way. As the crowd thinned, Judy took this opportunity to better get a grip on her surroundings, and truly take in the scope of the train station.

The sheer scope of the place set her back. Instead of a humble, unassuming structure of weathered wood tucked next to the railway tracks, like back home, this place was a behemoth, sprawling array of walkways, all leading to the bright neon lights of the bustling restaurants and stores that were on the next floor up, linked via escalators to the platform where Judy was.

Judy headed towards the escalators, taking in the sights as she went. Back home, the local train station had taken a decidedly mundane, “one size fits all” mentality. It helped that most of Bunnyburrow’s residents tended to be, well, bunny sized, or there abouts. Most of the population were mammals like badgers, beevers, weasels, otters, and, of course, rabbits. The biggest mammal in town was Miss Gretzky, the town librarian, who was a grizzly bear. Her appearance had initially caused quite the kerfuffle, but eventually, things slipped back into their doldrums, as it became apparent that there wasn’t any real need to rework the town infrastructure or anything.

In Zootopia, however, it became quite obvious that the station was built with as many different body types in mind as possible. A complex network of semi-translucent, multicolored pneumatic pipes ran along side the escalators, and inside Judy could see dozens of small rodents, busily talking amongst themselves as they raced alongside the other, much larger mammals.

The escalator, of course, eventually came to an end, opening up into a massive foyer. If Judy had thought the loading platform had been busy, it paled in comparison to the multitude of animals she saw before her. Hundreds milled this way and that, the crowd so thick that Judy could only see the large advertisements that dominated the far wall.

The first one Judy noticed was pulsing on a large, jumbotron style screen. Emblazoned in purple atop a soft, pastel green, flashed the words “For The Animals of Tomorrow…Today”, followed soon after by the word “BellCorp”, all spoken in a soft, pleasant female voice. On another screen, not quite as big as the jumbotron, was another advertisement. This one simply stated “World’s Finest” in green and purple letters.

Judy paused to read another banner, only to feel something bump into her, and next thing she knew a blur of red yelped across her field of vision and slammed to the floor with a shouted curse. Judy gave a small gasp as she was drawn back to reality, jumping back slightly to give the other some room.

Judy saw that the other in question was a red fox not much older than her. He wore an ill fitting sport coat, rough looking denim jeans, and under the sportcoat, a borderline deafening Hawaiian shirt.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” she gasped, reaching down to help the fox get back to his feet. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you there, I mean–”

“Yeah sure whatever daydreamer,” The fox replied gruffy, pawing at his sports coat, muttering under his breath. “Where the heck is my phone?”

Judy looked down at the ground, eyes darting about as she tried to find the fox’s phone. As discreetly as possible, she shifted her vision to the x-ray spectrum, and low and behold, there it was, having slid under a nearby bench not three feet away. She cleared her throat slightly, trying to catch the fox’s attention.

“Uh, mister, I found your phone.”

“Ugh, what? Where?” he grumbled, giving her a grouchy glare. Judy pointed over to the bench, and the fox merely rolled his eyes in response. “Of-friggin’-course.” he muttered, stomping over to the bench and awkwardly leaning down to try to reach under it. Several awkward seconds passed as he rummaged under the bench, before finally pulling out the phone. He looked it over, muttering some sort of complaint under his breath before putting it up to his ear.

“Perry? Perry you still there? Yeah. No I’m not dead, I dropped it. I tripped over some dumb bunny who wasn’t paying attention. Yeah, yuck it up,” he rolled his eyes, giving Judy a dirty look before starting to walk away.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna say thanks?” She called towards him. The fox cast a dismissive wave of the paw back to her.

“Yeah, whatever, bunny.”

Judy glared at the fox as he disappeared into the swirling array of mammals. She let out a huff as she discreetly checked her pockets, letting out a sigh of relief as she found that yes, she still had her wallet and various other trinkets where they belonged. She glanced back in the direction of the fox.

Well, lucky me I guess. She thought, picking up her suitcase again, this time refocusing her attention on finding Lana. As much as the concept of just randomly exploring the wide array of locations Zootopia had to offer was a tempting one, she had promised to call her parents as soon as she got settled in, and last thing she needed was a bunch of panicked phone calls pouring in.

“Judy! Hey, Judy!”

Judy’s ears pricked up, and she turned towards the sound of the voice. A big grin spread across her face as she recognized the black coated sheep.

“Lana!” she called out, running up to Lana, arms spread wide, wrapping her old friend in a hug. “Oh my gosh how are you doing?!” she asked excitedly.

“Pretty good,” Lana began, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder. “What about you? I mean, I haven’t seen you in two years, something’s gotta have happened down at the farm. Or was my magnetic presence so enrapturing that everything ground to a halt after I left?”

Judy laughed. “Oh no, we’re doing just fine. I mean, the farm’s still running, Chandler, my brother, the one you had the crush on, got married–”

“He got married?! No way!” Lana gasped. “To who? Erica DePelt, right?”

Judy nodded. “Yeah, I mean, who else right?” she trailed off for a moment. “But what about you? I mean, stuff’s gotta be happening to you right?”

Lana shrugged. “Well, I got a job at the coffee shop, and an apartment. I mean, not a fancy one, but it’s better than the dorms.” she shivered melodramatically. “I tell you, if walls could talk, they’d say some awful stuff about those dorms.”

“Can’t be worse than overhearing Mary and her boyfriend, blegh.” Judy chuckled. “I tell you, Lana, I am determined not to become insufferably love struck.”

“Says the gutless romantic who always sees the best in mammals,” Lana retorted, sticking out her tongue playfully which quickly led to the pair sharing a laugh.

“So how are we gonna get to your apartment?” Judy asked, reaching down to lift up her luggage again. “You got a car or something?”

“No, actually,” Lana began, shaking her head and rubbing the back of her neck. “I kinda took the train here. Probably should’ve mentioned that over the phone. Can’t really afford a car, ya know? And city traffic is just..” she stuck out her tongue and grimaced.

Judy gave a slight shrug. “Well, it’s no skin off my nose I guess. Lead the way.”

Lana responded with a nod and a grin, and motioned for Judy to follow her through the ebb and flow of mammals, which seemed to change and shift. For one thing, it soon became apparent that there was a visible difference in mannerisms between newcomers (like Judy), and locals (like Lana). Newcomers all tended to carry with them the same, general aura of wonderment Judy had been feeling: wide eyes, eager smiles, and whispering amongst each other all sorts of tidbits and trivia.

Locals meanwhile, tended to seem more introverted and wrapped in their own little worlds, going through the motions in a casual, almost automatic way.

Eventually, the crowds thinned out, as the general glitz and highly polished aura of the central hub gave way to the more utilitarian aesthetic that seemed to signal the local lines. Instead of highly digitized, glimmering jumbotrons, there were plain and simple printed billboards. Some were newer than others, the fresh colors contrasting with the faded wear and tear on the older ones.

The pair briefly came to a halt, the walkway to the platform blocked by a small metal gate of some sort. Lana muttered under her breath as she fished around in her pockets. She pulled out an odd assortment of quarters, nickels, dimes, and penny-like coins that bore the words “Zootopia Transit Token” on them. Lana turned to Judy, plopping a token in her paw.

“You need these to get on the train,” she said, pointing at the token in Judy’s paw. “I got a bunch more at the apartment, so I’ll give you some when we get there.”

Judy nodded, watching as Lana dropped a token into the slot, which caused the gate to swing open with a wurr. The gate closed almost immediately behind Lana, and Judy followed after, popping in a token as well.

“Sometimes if I don’t have tokens, I just hop the gate, but they don’t like it when you do that.” Lana briefly motioned towards the security camera. The pair quickly made their to the platform, just as the nondescript, polished aluminium of the train came to a stop.

Over the loudspeakers, a clipped voice could be heard announcing the destination, as the doors swung open and a sputtering flow of mammals, mostly medium sized ones like sheep, gazelles and big cats, came flowing out, as the waiting mammals began flowing in.

Lana beckoned for Judy to follow after her, as they weaved their way through the flow of mammals once more, hopping inside the train.

Lana collapsed into the unadorned plastic of the train seat, her gangly legs dangling over the side of the seat. Judy meanwhile, paused as she looked up at the roof of the traincar, the overhead luggage rack conspicuously absent, and instead replaced by yet more green and purple advertisements.

“Where do I put my suitcase Lana?” she asked, arching an eyebrow slightly. Lana, who had pulled out a thermos from her backpack and was busily slurping away, glanced up above her head.

“Oh crap, I forgot they don’t have luggage racks on the local,” she muttered, facepalming before hefting her backpack onto her lap and tapping the now empty seat next to her. “Just plop it on the seat next to you, I guess.”

Judy shrugged, taking her seat next to Lana and setting the suitcase on the seat next to her. The train gave a slight lurch as it began to move, and Judy gave a glance towards the thermos in Lana’s hoof.

“What’s in the thermos?” she asked, arching an eyebrow slightly.

“Oh this? Just instant noodles,” Lana answered, before offering it to Judy. “I mean, it’s practically a feast for a college student like us. Why? You want any?” as she spoke, before slurping up one last noodle that was dangling pathetically out of the corner of her mouth.

Judy shook her head, giving Lana a polite smile. “Uh, no, I think I’m good. Thanks, Lana.”

Lana shrugged. “Okay then.” she returned to sipping her thermos, legs idly kicking back and forth as the train whooshed along.

Judy meanwhile, turned to look at out the window of the train car behind her, a pensive look on her face. The sun had finally vanished behind the horizon completely, leaving a lavender twilight in its wake, which contrasted with the bright, shimmering neons of the sprawling, eclectic cityscape. Judy’s eyes widened slightly, taking in the sheer scope of everything.

So much bigger than home. So much brighter. So much louder. So much more chaotic. It made her feel strangely small in a way she hadn’t quite expected. In a way, the feeling of smallness and humility seemed to be a strange comfort, a weird, unorthodox way to confirm that yes, this was really happening and she really was in Zootopia, and not just idly daydreaming in the barn loft.

It was really happening. When she woke up in the morning, it wouldn’t be in her familiar, poster-adorned bedroom. It would be someplace entirely new, entirely foreign, and the start of a brand new, unwritten chapter in her life.

One which, she hoped, would allow her to spread her wings in a way that Bunnyburrow never could have provided.

A sudden sharp slurp yanked Judy out of her reverie, and she caught sight of a noodle vanishing into Lana’s mouth as she glanced to Judy with raised eyebrows. “So,” Lana began, pausing briefly to swallow what was apparently leftover broth. “You still gonna go for a literature major? Or did you change your mind?”

Judy’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Of course I’m still majoring in literature,” she answered, nodding firmly. “I mean, that’s I always wanted to do. Why change my mind now?”

Lana gave an acknowledging nod. “Just wanted to be sure. Be kinda awkward for me to go get you that typewriter and then find out you suddenly wanted to start, I don’t know, calculus or something.” she answered with a friendly smirk.

“You got me a typewriter?!” Judy gasped, a brilliant grin spreading across her face. “How did you afford that?!”

Lana shrugged. “I asked my professor for his. He was having a yard sale, I saw it, and asked if I could have it.”

“You really didn’t have to do that, Lana, I mean, what about your apartment?”

“Don’t worry yourself. I work at the coffee shop, so I do have an income. I might not be filthy stinking rich, but I’m not living in a cardboard shack or anything.”

“Well, still,” Judy began, taking Lana’s free hoof in her own. “I swear I’ll try and make it up to you, okay?”

“Pa-shaw, it’s fine! Really, Judy. Anyways, at least I can use the typewriter to help with my degree as well.”

Judy gave a curious expression. “Oh? What’s yours?”

“Accounting.” Lana answered primly. Judy blinked.

“Accounting? For Lana Lamb?”

“Hey, somebody’s always gotta need money, and that means that somebody’s always gonna take care of it. Anyways, I sure as heck did better at mathematics then you did, so I figured why not? It’s unexpectedly fascinating.”

“Well, mark me down as surprised. Never would I have expected you to call something like accounting ‘unexpectedly fascinating’.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it. Anyways, once you become a famous author or something, I can handle all your money, so it works out.” she paused, scrunching her eyebrows slightly. “Say, did you ever finish that novel you wanted to do? About the radioactive ducks invading Portugull? Or did that get scrapped?”

Judy blushed slightly, biting her lip. “I can’t believe you remember that…” she groaned.

“You kidding, girl? I remember all your stories,” with a chuckle, Lana shoved her thermos back into her backpack, tucking it next to her as she turned to look at Judy straight on, the bushy wool curling around her eyes as her smile grew bigger. “I’ve missed you, you know that. I mean, I really have.” she reached down, taking Judy’s paws in her hooves. “But now we’re gonna be galpals in college! Isn’t it awesome?!”

“Well, I’m a bit overwhelmed I think, but that doesn’t make this any less awesome,” Judy grinned in return. “And I’m not just gonna study literature. I’m gonna study mythology too. I mean, you got the really old stuff like Frith and El-ahrairah, and then you got the folktales like Briar Rabbit and Jackalopes–”

“NERD ALERT!” Lana playfully interrupted, letting out a laugh. “I swear Judy, you can be such a nerd sometimes.”

“Oh come on, Lana, don’t judgemental, Misses ‘I Can Recall Every Issue of X-Hounds’ Original Run’! Myths are cool! You got good, you got evil, it’s all so epic! And come on, they’re just like the comics!”

“Well, I guess you have a point,” Lana acquiesced. “Anyways, I guess you were gonna get into those. I mean…I guess you’re kinda like a real life superhero, right?”

Judy hesitated. “Me? A superhero?” Judy laughed. “There’s nothing really ‘super’ about me besides… well, you know.”

“Yeah, but still, Judy. You gotta admit you kinda fit the role. I mean, there was the fire, the school bus…”

“I’m sure anyone else would have done the same thing in my position.” Judy counter. “I’m just… a little better at it than others.”

“Judy…lifting a bus out of a river by yourself is way more than just ‘a little better’. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Lana, I’m not exactly selling myself short..I just…don’t want it to go to my head. I mean, all I’m–I was–doing is the right thing to do. That’s it. I don’t want to be famous–at least not like that.”

Lana shrugged. “I still think you’re selling it short. I mean, I’m pretty sure if I had what you had, I’d probably be in a costume already with my signal in the sky.”

“Ugh, me? In a costume? No way…”

The first thing that struck Judy about Lana’s apartment building, was how rustic it all looked. On a faded, somewhat depressing looking sign, where the words “Grand Pangolin Apartments”, which felt especially ironic considering the building was nothing if not humble.

A weathered brownstone jammed between a dozen identical cousins, the building was as generic as one could get. Obviously made to be as close to ‘One Size Fits All’ as the cramped nature of the neighborhood allowed, it was thankfully only a block from the train station, and the sidewalk was well lit by rows of street lamps.

Overall, a presentable, if forgettable building.

Once inside, however, Judy was taken aback slightly. The first thing she noticed was the harsh, chemical smell of freshly applied paint. A lonely looking bucket in the corner confirmed those suspicions. As Lana lead Judy up the stairs, each step, wood stripped down to faded grey, creaked and squeaked, with the occasional small rodent tennant shouting up at the two as they stepped on their small enclave of an apartment.

Compared to the sprawling train station, or the glimpses of neon-drenched urban metropolis seen outside the train windows, this place felt like a dank, moldy corner. Lana however, was adamant to point out that it was sturdy, and while it wasn’t pretty, it was affordable, and had, in Lana’s words “Taken on it’s own eccentric charm”.

They reached the door of Lana’s apartment, Room #310, which Lana had to angrily jiggle the doorknob for several seconds before it popped open, revealing the interior.

“So, here we are,” Lana said as she stepped into the apartment. “I know, it isn’t much, but…” she paused, rubbing her arm self consciously.

“Well…” Judy began, looking up at the simple, popcorn ceiling and along the faded wallpaper. “You gotta start somewhere,” she said, giving Lana sympathetic smile. “Trust me, I totally understand. We can’t all just start in a mansion or a big fancy apartment. And anyways, I grew up on a farm, so it’s not like I’m gonna be judging you.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Lana sighed. “It’s really not that bad once you get used to it.” she then looked down at Judy’s suitcase. “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”

As Lana headed towards the bedroom, Judy took a moment to take things in.

Well, she thought, taking a seat on the shockingly comfortable couch. You’re here. At the beginning of a grand new adventure.

Let’s see how it goes.

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